#hope that anon that reads my rambles enjoys this. stay safe out there!!

[antxlss]

but, you’re my boss I

pairing: anakin skywalker x reader (modern au)

summary: you and your best friend, padmé have a movie night. she gets tired of you complaining about your lack of a love life and takes matters into her own hands.

warnings: conversation about a sexual interaction

words: 1.3k

a/n: first part is finally out! if you guys know me, you know i’m a slow writer. i hope you guys enjoy the first chapter of this series. once again i’d like to thank the anon that requested this, i hope to do it justice. fair warning this is starting off slow, not a lot of anakin interaction yet. i hope it was worth the wait. as always, feedback is greatly appreciated! ~ max :)

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Your life is boring.

Everyday was the same. Work, eat, sleep, and occasionally go out with your only friend, Padmé. You worked a 9-5 at a big engineering company. You're a receptionist for the customer service department of the company. This is just a job to keep you stable while you complete your master's degree in forensic psychology, then you'll be on your merry way making triple what you make right now.

You hated the job, taking calls, making copies, faxing documents, but you have to keep food on the table. Not to mention your boss is a prick.

It's not like you ever talked to him. The company is huge and he would never spend time to talk to a lowly customer service representative like you. But that's exactly why he's a prick.

Anakin Skywalker. The face of Skywalker Engineering. He's young, late 20's. He's filthy rich. Always has been. He inherited the business from his family and you can only assume he'll pass it on to his children. He's never known what it's like to struggle and you despise him for it, despite never talking to him at all.

You are wrapping up another dreadful day at work, at least it's Friday, when you get a call. You pick up your phone to see who it is, it's Padmé. Who else would it be? You click the answer button and tuck your phone between your ear and shoulder so you can continue to finish up clearing your desk.

"Hey Mé, what's up?" You greet.

"I'm coming over tonight and I'm staying the night and we are gonna binge Harry Potter because I haven't watched it in forever." Padmé rambled.

"Oh my gosh you read my mind." You groaned.

"What can I say? I'm good like that." You could practically hear Padmé's smirk through the phone. "I'll be over at 7."

"Sounds good, I'm about to leave work." You informed.

"Okay, drive safe, I love you!" Padmé finishes.

"I love you, see you later." You reply and hang up.

You quickly finish up, start to grab your things. You are so excited to see Padmé, it's nice to have things to do on the weekends.

You swing your purse over your shoulder and head to the elevator. You press the down button and step in and click the lobby floor. The doors begin to slide closed when all of a sudden they retract back as a hand slides in between them at the last moment.

In steps your boss, Anakin Skywalker.

He keeps his eyes forward and doesn't even glance at you. You shift uncomfortably, the silence becoming awkward, in your mind, very quickly.

"But you faxed those papers over, correct?" Anakin asks with a concerned tone.

What is he taking about? You were the only other person on the elevator, he had to be taking to you.

"Uh- I'm sorry?" You stuttered.

"One second Janet." Anakin taps his ear on the opposite side that you're standing on. "Did you say something?" He turned towards you.

Holy shit. He was using an earpiece.

"No! No, I'm sorry." You wanted to just disappear.

Anakin quickly faced forward again, unfazed, and continued his conversation. As soon as the elevator doors opened you jetted out and practically ran to your car trying your best to forget about that moment. Knowing you, it would haunt your late night thoughts for the rest of your life.

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It was now 6:30 and you were fixing up your living room all cozy for when Padmé gets here. You get blankets and throw them on the couch and set out the DVD's. You begin to make popcorn when you hear a key turning in the door signaling that Padmé had made it.

You gave her a key to your apartment as soon as you got it. You and Padmé have been friends since your freshman year of college and quickly grew close. Now you consider her more of a sister than a friend.

"Y/N/N!" Padmé squealed and ran over to you in the kitchen. She jumps on you giving you a big hug.

"Mé! I've missed you so, so much." You match her energy. You squeeze her back and finally pull away.

"I've missed you too! So much has happened bitch, you don't even know." She walks over to the cabinet that you keep your wine in.

"Spill." You state simply. 

You grab the popcorn from the microwave and start to pour it in the bowl.

"Okay so you know how I've been seeing that guy Mark, right?" She asks while pouring 2 glasses of wine.

You nod in confirmation and grab the glass of wine from Padmé.

"Well last night he stayed over..."

"No way, bitch! Did you fuck him?" You ask excitedly.

"Yes..." She starts.

"You whore! I bet his dick is so big, how was it..."

Padmé cuts you off. "It was so bad. Like I was ready to die."

"Really? But he's so hot. It's always the hot ones." You roll your eyes. "I want all the hard, wet, nasty details."

She gags. "One, that's fucking disgusting. Two, it actually was the worst sex I've ever had. So we get done with dinner right? And I thought he would invite me to his place but he literally asks me to come to mine. That should've been the first red flag, but you know, he's hot so I ignored it."

You snort and nod your head then take a sip of your wine.

Padmé continues. "So we get to my place and I can't even get in the door before his hands are on me. Not in a hot way by the way. So I push him off me and I lead him to the bedroom so we can properly fuck. Well we lay down and we are making out. He literally started dry humping like a fucking dog. Again, not in the hot way."

"What a turn off." You cringe.

"Tell me about it bitch. So I rush undressing him because I actually thought he was gonna cum just by humping me. Then we are both fully undressed."

"How big?" You interrupt.

"Average, nothing special." She replies. "Anyway, he puts it in and in five seconds he's having an orgasm."

"That's a major ick" You grimace.

"For real. The he had the nerve to ask me if I got off."

"Mé, I hope you didn't let him stay after that." You laugh.

"I didn't even have to kick him out, he just got dressed and left." She explained.

"What a dickhead."

"It's not over though." She grins. "I just matched with his brother on tinder and he is a thousand times hotter."

"That's a such a cunty move, I respect it." You elbow her and she laughs in response.

After a few seconds of comfortable silence you decide to break it.

"Your life is so exciting. I swear I just live vicariously through you."

"That's depressing. Come on, what happened to the Tinder account we sat up?" Padmé asks.

"Every guy I matched with was a fucking creep." You groan. "I'm just about to become celibate or a lesbian or something."

"Okay, I'm tired of hearing it." She shuts you down. "I'm setting you up on a blind date."

You laugh. "Absolutely not."

"Y/N, you just said it. Your life is boring, you can't find any guys, you're going to become celibate. You're desperate. Meaning you are in no position to turn down this offer."

"Okay, fine." You sigh.

"I'll set it up and text you the details later. I think I have the perfect guy in mind." She smirks.

"Whatever, let's just watch Harry Potter now." You get up and grab the popcorn and make your way to the couch. You and Padmé binge the movies all weekend long.

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[justabigassnerd]

Deployments Suck

Pairing - Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x daughter!reader

Word count - 3,391

Warnings - injuries, hospitals, mentions of death, mentions of Goose, panic attack

Summary - while on a deployment, your dad gets injured in an eerily similar way to your grandfather

A/N - whaddup it's another fic from yours truly! This was another request sent in by an anon so I hope you like it and I did your idea justice! I have a fair number of fics to write but I know y'all also like my 'Hangman junior' fics so I think I might alternate between fics for that and my requests just to keep things balanced. Anyways I'll stop rambling, as per y'all please send in requests, feedback and enjoy!!

Being raised in a military household, deployments were no stranger to you. It didn’t mean you liked them. You hated them with every fibre of your being. It meant that for however long the Navy saw fit, your dad would be risking his life out there and you never knew if he was alive or not until you got his occasional messages or if you were lucky a phone call.

This deployment was no different. Your dad had come home one day with a glum look on his face, telling you he was going to be deployed for a couple of months. On the day he was deployed, you, like most families, went with your dad and Maverick to the dock to see him off where he gave you a large bear hug and told you to be good for Maverick as since the two made up, any deployment Rooster went on, he made sure you stayed with Maverick. You had watched as your dad disappeared into the sea of Navy personnel and boarded the carrier that would take him to god knows where. You had cried as the carrier left the dock while Maverick gave you a tight hug before he gently took you away and back to his house.

The days that passed while your dad was away felt like they were years long. School dragged on forever and you’d have little energy to do anything when you made it back to Maverick and Penny’s house. Maverick would always keep you up to date with what he was told about Bradley’s mission, making sure you knew your dad was safe. He’d always let you know when your dad contacted him, letting Maverick know when he was free so he could call you. Maverick saw how you hid your sadness from your dad, promising him that you were doing okay and that you were getting on well at school. After every phone call, Maverick would sit with you and tell you it’s okay to tell your dad you miss him, but you’d always shake your head and tell him you didn’t want him to worry about you.

“Sweetheart. He misses you too. It’s never easy being apart from family.” Maverick would always say as he held you while you fought back tears. He’d then usually do something to try to take your mind off what was upsetting you by taking you out on his motorbike despite Penny’s objections and he’d buy the both of you ice cream and you’d eat it as you watched the waves crashing against the shore. It helped to ease your mind for a little and you always appreciated Maverick’s efforts. As time went on you started to feel a little better. You still missed your dad like crazy, but Maverick, Penny, and Amelia made life a little easier and you knew that each passing day was one day closer to your dad coming home. One day, you were at school, tapping your pen against your notebook mindlessly as you thought about the question you were reading on the board when one of the office staff opened the door to your classroom and stepped in while apologising to the teacher for the disruption.

“I need y/n Bradshaw to come with me, please.” All eyes fell on you as a crescendo of ‘ooh’ erupted from your classmates as your teacher silenced them quickly.

“y/n, bring all your stuff with you.” The receptionist says as you go to stand up, making you move to scoop all of your books into your bag as you follow her out of the classroom, ignoring the whispers of your classmates as you go. You follow the receptionist to the school office where Maverick is standing, a worried expression on his face.

“Mav, is everything okay?” The innocence of your question and the worry on your face made his eyes instantly grow misty, fighting the tears back even more as he glances over at the receptionist, silently asking for some privacy. The second the receptionist is out of sight; Maverick turns back to you taking a deep breath before he talks.

“y/n, it’s your dad.” Your heart plummeted into your stomach at his words and all Maverick could see at that moment was the same expression he saw from Carole when he had to tell her about Goose.

“What happened?” You asked instantly, worry clawing at your stomach as Maverick gestured for you to follow him. He doesn’t miss you glancing back at the school and then back at him.

“I’ve got you excused for a few days so don’t worry about that. We’ll head to the hospital and explain everything on the way.” Maverick says quickly as he leads you out to Penny’s car that she let him take the moment he told her what was going on. As you get in the car, Maverick explains that not even half an hour ago he got a call from Cyclone informing him that Bradley had been in an accident. He told you how your dad got caught in a jet wash and went into a spin where he was forced to eject but the canopy hadn’t quite cleared because of the spin. The second Maverick got the call he was sprinting out of Top Gun, going to tell Penny what was happening before coming straight to your school after Penny told him to take her car. Maverick continued to explain that while he didn’t know the severity of Bradley’s injuries, he knew he was being brought to the hospital on base. Maverick glanced over at you occasionally as he spoke, and he saw your eyes shining with tears as you processed everything that he was telling you. Maverick was also trying his hardest to fight back the memories of Goose as he drove. What Cyclone had described to Maverick was way too close to what happened with Goose and Maverick was terrified that Bradley was going to meet a similar fate. Despite the surging memories of his best friend and worry for his godson, Maverick was trying to stay strong for your sake because he knew you needed someone to lean on right now and like he did for Carole and Bradley all those years ago, he would do the same for you. When you make it to the hospital, Maverick finds a place to park and the two of you climb out of the car.

The smell of disinfectant was pungent when you walked through the automatic doors of the hospital, making your nose wrinkle instinctively. You stuck to Maverick’s side as he approached the front desk, fear chewing on your stomach as you glance around the hospital seeing doctors and nurses rushing around.

“We’re here for Lieutenant Bradshaw.” Maverick says the second you reach the desk. The receptionist glances up at him and then at you before turning his attention back to his computer.

“Family?” The receptionist asks, looking back up at you and Maverick.

“Yes. I’m his godfather and this is his daughter.” Maverick explains, fighting to keep his cool as the receptionist types away on his computer once more.

“He’s only just been brought in so you guys may have to wait a bit while the doctors assess and treat him.” The receptionist states calmly before gesturing in the direction of the waiting room. You and Maverick head into the waiting room and take seats in the corner of the room, glancing at the other people in the waiting room as you sit down. As you took your seat next to Maverick you couldn’t stop your leg from bouncing anxiously as you waited. You tried flicking through the old magazines to take your mind off being in the hospital, but nothing could soothe your rapidly beating heart and racing thoughts. Out of nowhere, your breaths became short and rapid, and you felt like you couldn’t breathe. It felt like there was an iron fist closing around your lungs and squeezing them so tight that no air could get in or out of them no matter how hard you tried. You were so frozen with fear and panic that you couldn’t move to get Maverick’s attention until he looked up from his phone. His eyes immediately widened when he realised what was going on. Your wide eyes and shortness of breath were tell-tale signs that you were having a panic attack.

“Hey y/n/n. Look at me.” Maverick says softly, managing to get your attention on him, your teary eyes locking with his. Maverick could see the rapid rising and fall of your chest and his brain started to formulate ideas of how to help you out.

“y/n, sweetheart, can I touch you?” Maverick asks gently, waiting for you to respond and it takes you a moment, but you manage to force a nod. Maverick carefully takes your hand in his and places it on his chest so you could feel his heartbeat and the slow rise and fall of his chest.

“You feel that? Focus on that, okay?” Maverick continues, taking slow, deep breaths for you to follow. Your focus wanders and you start to look around at the people in the waiting room, worried they’re looking at you.

“Hey, hey, eyes on me kid. Just keep focusing on my breathing and try to follow along, okay?” Maverick carefully navigates getting your attention back on him as he squeezes your hand to keep your focus on his breaths. He continues taking slow breaths and quietly counting how long to inhale, hold and release the breaths and he watches as your chest stops rising and falling as rapidly as it was initially. He keeps going until he’s sure the panic attack has passed. He waits for you to speak on your own terms as you take your hand away from him, fiddling with your fingers in your lap as your eyes fall to the floor in front of you.

“Thank you, Mav.” You managed to say, your voice thick with tears as you used the sleeves of your hoodie to wipe the tears off your cheeks.

“Are you okay?” Maverick asks softly, his gaze not once leaving you as you sniffle before giving him a weak nod.

“I’m better than I was. That was really scary.” You admit, scuffing your shoe against the linoleum floor of the waiting room.

“Yeah, panic attacks can be scary. I say that from experience.” Maverick says, thinking back to all the panic attacks he had after Goose died and how Iceman helped him without hesitation. He thought back to the ones he had when he’d have nightmares of Bradley getting shot down after the uranium mission and how Penny would coach him through getting through them.

“I’m just so scared. What if dad dies? I’ll be alone.” You whisper, tears pooling in your eyes once more and rolling down your cheeks as Maverick pulls you into his arms, gently squeezing you as you bury your face in his jacket.

“Your dad is tough. He’ll make it. But you’d never be alone if something happened. You have me, Penny, Amelia, and all of Dagger Squad.” Maverick says gently as he runs a hand up and down your back soothingly as you hide further in his jacket. Maverick continues to reassure you that your dad was going to be okay. He knew it was most likely a bad idea since he could be giving you false hope, but he had faith that Bradley would pull through. Once you’ve been calmed down, you and Maverick chat quietly to each other for a couple of hours, seeing people leave the waiting room and new people entering until a nurse comes in.

“Family of Lieutenant Bradshaw?” At the nurse’s voice, you and Maverick got out of your seats crossing to the nurse who smiles gently at the two of you.

“Is he okay?” You ask when you reach her.

“Yes. He’s going to make a full recovery. I can take you up to him if you’d like?” You and Maverick immediately nod at her words and follow the nurse up to your dad’s hospital room as you feel relief setting in that he’s going to be okay. When you enter the room, you see your dad lying in his hospital bed, fast asleep as the heart monitor beeps steadily.

“He’s been given a fair amount of pain medication to make sure he’s not feeling any pain, but it’ll also help him rest which is what his body needs to recover.” The nurse explains as you cross to his bedside, pulling up a chair alongside the bed and taking your dad's hand in yours. You hear Maverick thanking the nurse before she leaves and then crosses to you.

“I’m gonna grab us something to eat and drink and call Penny. Will you be okay up here for a bit?” Maverick asks, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder to draw your attention to him.

“I’ll be okay, Mav.” You reply quietly, smiling at Maverick who returns with a smile of his own.

“Call or text if you need anything.” Maverick says, ducking down to press a kiss to the top of your head before exiting the room in search of food. You don’t move from your spot, turning your attention back to your dad as you start to talk about what has happened between now and the last time you got to call him. You knew he probably couldn’t hear you, but it brought some form of comfort to just talk to him. You told him about how Maverick took you out on his motorbike and you smiled to yourself, imagining how your dad would react to that. After a while, Maverick reappears in the room with some food and drink which he hands to you, sitting in a seat of his own before pointing at the food with his fork.

“You haven’t eaten in ages, eat up kiddo.” He says, digging into his own food which you follow, not realising how hungry you were until you started eating. You finished your food pretty quickly and thanked Maverick. You and Maverick continue to chat as you hope for your dad to wake up soon. As the sun begins to set, Maverick excuses himself briefly to grab some water and when he returns, he finds that you had fallen asleep. Your head was resting on the bed, and you were still holding onto Bradley’s hand. Just as Maverick crosses to you, a nurse enters the room and smiles at Maverick.

“Visiting hours are over now, sir.” He says with a gentle smile as he looks from Maverick to your sleeping form.

“Can she stay?” Maverick asks, looking at the nurse who nods lightly.

“She can stay. Do you want me to set up a bed for her?” The nurse asks kindly.

“No. No point in disturbing her.” Maverick replies, finding a piece of paper and a pen before scribbling a note for you in case you wake up while he’s gone. After placing the note on the bedside table, he takes his jacket off and drapes it across your shoulders before pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

“If it’s possible, I’d appreciate it if someone could call me if he wakes up while I’m not here.” Maverick says before finally leaving the room and making his way home to Penny and Amelia.

The next morning when Maverick entered Bradley’s hospital room, you were still asleep, but Bradley was awake, smiling tiredly over at Maverick as he ran a thumb over the back of your hand.

“Hey, Mav.” Bradley mumbles. Maverick lets out a sigh of relief before crossing to his godson.

“Hey, kid. It’s good to see you awake. You scared the shit out of us.” Maverick says as he pulls up the other chair to Bradley’s bedside.

“I scared the shit out of myself too.” Bradley admits with a weak chuckle, wincing when a spark of pain flashes through him.

“Do I need to get a nurse?” Maverick asks, noticing the wince and preparing to stand up and go in search of a nurse.

“No, I’m okay.” Bradley says quickly, his words making Maverick stop his movement and settle back into his seat.

“How’s y/n been?” Bradley then asks, gazing down at you softly as you continued to sleep.

“She’s been okay. She had a panic attack in the waiting room yesterday and she was terrified she was going to lose you. But after getting to come in here with you, I think it helped calm her down.” Maverick explains, adjusting the jacket that had half slipped off during the night.

“Thank you for being there for her Mav.” Bradley says quietly, guilt beginning to gnaw at his stomach for this situation. When he first held you in his arms after you were born, he swore to himself that he’d always be there for you. After losing his dad so young he didn’t want to put you through the same pain that he went through. On every deployment, he would do his absolute best to come home to you. When his jet went into that spin all he could think about was you and if he was going to make it home. Bradley gently wiggles his hand free from your grip and begins to run his hand through your hair, smiling lightly to himself when you begin to stir. When your eyes blink open Bradley gently ruffles your hair.

“There she is.” He says with a grin as you focus on your surroundings, sitting up suddenly when you realise your dad is awake.

“Dad, you’re okay!” You exclaim happily, tears welling in your eyes at seeing your dad awake and smiling.

“I’m okay.” He repeats, accepting the hug you embrace him in. You tried to be mindful of his injuries, but Bradley didn’t care, he just wanted to give you a hug.

“I missed you. Deployments suck.” You mumble into his shoulder.

“I missed you more. And yes, deployments do suck.” Bradley replies with a chuckle as you pull away from the embrace, sitting back in your chair and handing Maverick his jacket which had slipped off in your excitement. You quickly wipe at your eyes to rid them of any tears.

“You doing okay, sweetheart?” Bradley asks softly, regarding you with his gentle gaze.

“I’m doing better now I know you’re okay.” You admit with a small smile. Before anything else could be said, a nurse enters the room with a bright smile on her face.

“It’s good to see you awake Lieutenant Bradshaw. How’s the pain for you?” The nurse asks kindly as she picks up his chart.

“It’s not too bad. I’m sure I’m meant to be in a lot more pain given what happened to me so whatever meds you’re giving me are doing their job.” Your dad says with a grin as the nurse scribbles things down before checking his iv and monitors.

“That’s good. I’m glad you’re not in pain. I’ll leave you be for a bit, but I’ll have to come back to check you over.” The nurse says, writing some more things down before returning the chart and leaving the room.

“Do you want to head home and get some rest, y/n/n? I can’t imagine the sleep you had last night wasn’t great given that you were hunched over.” Bradley asks when he notices your attempt to hide a yawn behind your hand.

“No, I’m okay. I just want to be with you.” You say quickly, shaking your head adamantly as Bradley smiles knowingly. He knew you were scared of him being out of your sight and something happening while you were not there. He knew he’d be exactly the same if it were you in the hospital bed. He wanted you to rest comfortably but he knew any debate with you was a losing one, you’ve had him wrapped around your little finger since the day you were born.

“Alright then.” Bradley chuckles, looking over at Maverick who shrugs jokingly.

“I think she’s sticking by your side until you’re out of hospital.” Maverick says with a smile as he pats you on the back.

“I guess this is what I should expect when I raise a daddy’s girl, huh?”

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[salaapaoo]

PECULIAR QUESTION

Have you ever read any soulmate fics that have their deepest, darkest thoughts about themselves written on their soulmate's body? And when they finally begin to think differently the writing turns gold?

What do you think Cale's soulmate would have?(I know my boi is traumatized as f u c k-)

Maybe you could make it found family somehow where the thoughts are split up between people and they haven't figured out which set of writing belongs to Cale-

but I really want to know what everyone else would think- like, there would probably be some horrifying crap there.

(would a majority of the writing on Cale be golden already-? [Like obviously not ALL of it but still-])

Sorry, I rambled a bit there 😅

I'VE BEEN THINKING ABOUT THIS SO HARD !!! I DIDN'T FORGET THIS!!

my brain is kinda fried after finishing my finals, but!! I feel like Cale's would end up being smth kinda vague like "it should have been me." Orrrr smth about not deserving everything ??

Like yes... It's p straight forward, but imagine how they'd feel after learning about his past?? IF he opens up??

But also... Imagine the soulmate thing kinda doubles as healing..? If that makes sense? Just think about it... If one person believes something about themselves, but their soulmate is the only person who is able to help them heal themselves??

Nono!!! Keep going !!! I honestly haven't thought too much about the word soulmate aus 🤔 I had a moment where I was obsessed w like found family, and each person unlocking a colour for him (each person bringing a new colour into his world) or red string of fate (I had smth abt ws X Cale but tragedy??)

So ... I am , THIBKING SO HARD!!!

just ?? Imagine the kids?? Them having something seemingly simple like "I'm too weak" or smth about being "unwanted freaks" and then comes Cale...

Who gives them as much love as they need, patiently listening to them and letting them be kids.. ugh!!! Just?? They feel so safe with him and he helps quiet these negative thoughts so easily?

To others it might be obvious, but to them these "small" problems are massive boulders in their way... And the way Cale reassures them... It's so natural. No hesitation. Ugh I love them .

Just imagine if they appear w a searing pain? Or maybe for Cale, it feels the same as papercuts... Imagine the guilt he feels when his thoughts show up on the people he cares about... And it's just a cycle of self loathing.. where he thinks they would have been better off without him and then it shows up-

Uughgh... Just picturing him hating himself for the pain he brought to the kids because of his thoughts ...

NGL I read this wrong the first time BC I am, usually sleep deprived but like I thought it was like a lie. Like imagine someone having "living is best" show up on them but it's because Cale repeated it so much it became like a curse? He lived by those words because if he didn't then he wouldn't be able to keep going maybe?

Idk if I'm making sense anymore fjdkkfdkg

"I should have died" seems .. very likely for my brain

But if it's smth where it turns gold when they stop believing it... Imagine them all telling him he was meant to live and he just smiles and nods .. and it stays??

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As for recommendations 🤔🤔 there was this one fic that was ogchch, soul mark au, forced cohabitation and I LOVE IT SO MUCH!!! I think I'm gonna go back and read it again

Come back anon 🥺🥺🥺 open Ur brain up n feed me Ur thoughts 🙏💖 I hope you enjoy this a bit 👉👈

#tcf #lcf #lout of the count’s family #trash of the count's family #thank you so mucj for the ask fjdkdkslf it made me so excited to see the notif for this !!!!!

[shytastemakerthing]

Hi! How are you doing? If its okay I would like Twst and romance please on match up. Make sure not to over work yourself and take plenty of breaks! Thank you!

Lets see, my health is pretty bad. So I have to rest often. Its okay, it gives me time to play video games and watch videos. Though there are days where I am too weak and just sleep.

History is my passion, well military history. I love studing military history. Sadly I tend to scare people off when I speak of historic battles. I wasn't even going into gorey details either. So I learned to keep it shut.

Dark humor, I have it. I warn new friends that I have it. It slips out when I'm sick and when I have my guard down. My guard is usually up so try not to let any jokes slip.

Final bit would be, I am a mother hen. I cant relax if someone is out. I will scold them if they are out too late. Once everyone is safe, I can relax.

I hope this wasnt too much! Thank you! Have a good day!

A/N: Thank you so much for your request, Anon! I hope that you are well and are staying hydrated! I also hope that you enjoy your matchup!

I match you with.......

Lilia Vanrouge

🦇 Okay, this fae was a literal war General and was in the Briar Valley military for YEARS. Needless to say, he has plenty of stories about battles that he has seen and been in, and he will not ne sparing any details, as he sees you are quite interested in them.

🦇 He loves that you love history as much as you do. As someone who has been around for an insane amount of time (do we even know how old he actually is??), and has seen things that one can only dream of, he is the perfect person to talk to you about this passion. After all, he was THERE.

🦇 Look at this fae and tell me he doesn't have some twisted sense of humor? You two cibe rather well on this spectrum. You may work to keep yourself under control around other people but he just let's it all go full throttle. What's life without some morbid laughs?

🦇 It's Canon that this fae plays video games. This means you bith play together all of the time. He has a set up just for you in his room and there has been more than knew occasion that Silver has has to remind the both of you to sleep. Do fae really sleep that much, anyways? I have no clue.

🦇 For the sake of tour already bad health, DO NOT LET HIM COOK FOR YOU. I can not stress that enough! Your health is bad enough without his cooking threatening to turn you into a hashtag and being locked away in a forever box. You have been saved by multiple Diasomnia members throughout your relationship.

🦇 By being with Lilia, this also means you're a mom now. He and Silver come as a package deal, no 'if', 'and', or 'but', about it. But seeing as you already have a motherly personality, meaning you vibe really well with Silver as well, everyone is happy

🦇 By extension, you also get Malleus. Sebek is still up in the air (he has no choice but to respect you, you're dating Lilia for crying out loud)

🦇 On the days where you are just too weak and spend the day sleeping, he is sure to do regular checkups on you. Most of the time, he will just carry you off to his room where you can sleep peacefully and comfortably. (He has experience with doing this to Silver on more than one occassion)

🦇 Overall, he loves being able to take care of you on your bad days (again, do NOT let him cook for you), listen to the dark humor that you are able to come in with, and then sharing stories about battles he has been in or listening to you ramble on about whatever historical events and battles you had read on yourself. He loves you for who you are and he would have it no other way.

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #twst #matchups #twst imagines #disney twisted wonderland #romantic #twst lilia x reader #twst lilia vanrouge #twst lilia #lilia vanrouge x reader #lilia x reader #lilia vanrouge #twisted wonderland silver #silver twst #twst silver

[ewanmitchellcrumbs]

Absolutely stunned and if I'm honest appalled by what's going on. I came on here and really enjoyed the vibe. So many people together sharing their love of Ewan and I felt included in something.

You've answered many of my insane ramblings about Ewan/HOTD, and yes I have used anon because I get extremely shy about asking certain things.

Writers can write what they want/don't want, they have their reasons. I've been absolutely blown away by some of the creativity I've read, mixing Ewan's characters in with AHS as well as other horror franchise characters, how incredible.

But to come on here and see people having to leave what should be a safe space because of anon haters, just saddens me greatly.

Its such a shame, that the haters ruin it for the rest of us.

Stay Safe and your awesome btw, thanks again for answering my silly questions.

Your questions aren't silly! I genuinely enjoy talking to people, so it's always nice to hear from others, and I appreciate you giving me the time of day - it's as much effort to send an ask as it is to answer one. So, thank you.

I just want all of this silliness to blow over, so we can go back to enjoying each other's art and writing, the entire situation has been blown wildly out of proportion, and some of the anons myself and others are receiving are beyond disgusting.

To clarify to fandom as a whole: just because I want to wait to write/read fics for Michael Gavey, does not mean I'm in some sort of war with the people who already have. I don't care what other people do, as long as they aren't hurting themselves or others. I've had two of the people who have/were planning to write fics for this character reach out to me directly and it's all love. People need to grow up and stop spreading hatred/division where there is none.

Sorry I got a little ranty. Hope your Tuesday is going okay! Lots of love to you xoxo

I am technically still "not here", just wanted to clear through my asks so I can start tomorrow afresh and put all this drama behind me where it belongs.

#asked and answered

[criminalmindsgonewrong]

Not a question, but i can’t figure out how to sent messages on tumblr and I don’t want to ramble but: I just wanted to say I really love your writing and illicit affairs is getting me through exam season right now (my university has weird timing for exam season). Anyways, I dunno if this is weird cause I’m a stranger but I just wanted to say that I really appreciate all the effort that goes into writing and I adore you and all your stories! Hope you’re doing well and thank you for making my day, cause when I saw that chapter 15 of illicit affairs was up serotonin was hitting!

All the best and much love 🫶🏼

hey, my darling nonny. this is maybe the sweetest anon i have ever recieved and so this one is for you, posting a little earlier so it's a little shorter but i hope you enjoy it nonetheless. and you should know that not only is it chapter 16 of illicit affairs...it's also my

15,000th post.

illicit affairs chapter 16

Emily Prentiss is what the FBI like to call a rogue. After having her Supervisory status revoked, she’s offered a job with the BAU, her status back, and a clean slate, an offer that’s impossible to refuse. On her first day, though, she finds she’s already fairly well acquainted with her new boss.

rating: M. explicit. I don’t advise anyone underage read this story.

pairing; hotchniss.

trigger warning for mentions of abortion and substance abuse within this chapter. both canon complicit and canon divergent. stay safe loves x

fanfiction | ao3

Reid went cold turkey. They took turns checking in on him outside of work; he and Penelope visited the library, JJ took him for coffee, Emily took him to the cinema to watch foreign movies that only they could understand. He wasn't stupid, he knew their main motive for spending time with him was to keep him distracted, and to make sure he wasn't spending his time off high as a kite, and, frankly, he appreciated it. He stayed behind with Penelope, for the first few cases after he decided to get clean, and Hotch cited PTSD as the reason, and, thankfully, no further questions were asked.

Reid wasn't the only one who needed comforting, in the months that followed.

Each night, heading home after a case, after staring at the horror that passed his desk everyday, Hotch went home to Haley. He drove the long way, traffic lights glinting off of his wedding ring as though they were taunting him. He waited too long in his car on the drive.

#criminal minds #criminal minds gone wrong #emily prentiss #emily prentiss fanfiction #aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner fanfiction #criminal minds fanfiction #hotchniss #hotchniss fanfiction #illicit affairs #ia #nonny #anon #steph speaks

[cyborg-franky]

I’m sorry your day didn’t start out good and I hope it got better. Comfort shows are a definite yes. Which one were you watching if you don’t mind me asking? I also like turning the temperature down to freezing (more so than usual because I prefer the cold) so that I have an excuse to grab my weighted blanket, a squishmellow, and heat up chocolate milk. And watch a comfort show ofc. It makes me feel sleepy and if I’m asleep I don’t have to think abt my problems. Easy solution. It also makes me feel safe. I don’t know if thats the experience for everyone but I hope you got to experience that today. Because you’re a wonderful person who deserves it simply cause you exist. Also. I’ve been meaning to watch a horror movie but I’ve just been so swamped with work these last two weeks. I was thinking abt watching Smile. Have you heard of it? It just came out and I’ve heard it’s great but like at the same time not to go watch it if you’re in a bad head space so like I’m 50/50 on it. Do you have an spooky movie recs oh amazing Franky? Sorry this got so long I didn’t even realize I was rambling. Anyways I hope you feeling better soon and just a reminder that you’re an amazing and wonderful person who deserves to rest and that everyone had their off days! *sends many comforting virtual hugs*

- virtual hug anon

Thank you for the sweet message, you are always a total bean. You make me feel like maybe I do deserve it <3 I was watching Final Destination 4 [The Nazcar one] and later I watched JIGSAW. Yeah I just keep having a few bad days recently, like bad weeks but I am trying to get my ass into a better headspace and finish everything I need to. I am thankfully not behind on deadlines.

Horror is one of those things I can scream about for ages. I was a journalist for years and I covered a lot of horror related things. I used to get press passes to Gaming cons and comic cons to go and play the new horror games, check out new and up coming things, talk to guests who'd been in horror roles.

So I could talk about it for ages.

I am very behind on anything new that has come out, I think I said somewhere that the newest horror thing I have seen is Netflix's new Resident Evil show [The live action one not the CGI things] and it was pretty good.

My top horror movies, regardless of how good they are.. SO many movies undercut

The Skeleton Key Dog Soldiers [Fave movie of all time tbh] Dawn Of The Dead [2000s remake] The Hills Have Eyes [2000s remake] The Descent Thirteen Ghosts Final Destination [first 3 are good the rest are ridiculous fodder but still fun] Battle Royale [Also the best book I have ever read] Circle HUSH PULSE [American remake actually, yeah I know] The Autopsy of Jane Doe Insidious - The Last Key The Ring [Japanese] The Grudge [Japanese] STAY ALIVE [dumb, so dumb but I love] SAW [Torture porn or not the first saw was ground breaking and well written, it broke boundaries] Veronika [Veronica?] REC [Spanish] The Ritual The Woman In Black The Conjuring The Mist Event Horizon The Ruins Nightmare On Elmstreet [Orginals] CUBE As Above So Below CAM SHUTTER [Japanese of American, both are good] DARK WATER [Japanese] The Eye [Japanese] Afflicted We Are What We Are The Last House On The Left [2000s remake] The Thing [Both the 80s and 2000s one is good] Dog House [Horror/Comedy] Severance [Horror/Comedy] Land Of The Dead [2000s Remake] THEM Old [It's a M.Night but it's pretty clever/intense] Alien [The first one] Spiral - From The Book Of Saw [It's pretty good, alot of people will shit on it but if you don't want a typical SAW it's good] HOWL Escape Room [first only] The Purge [ANYTHING other then the first one is pretty good, just skip the first one and enjoy the rest.] EXTE [Japanese horror comedy, a fucking wild ride] The Happiness Of The Katakuris [Japanese, musical, horror, comedy] Hill House [TV Show] Frozen [The horror movie, please] What Lies Beneath Before I Awake SINISTER Just a tip if anyone says Cabin In The Woods if their fave horror they didn't get the point of the satire. take a shot for every horror movie thats one word or starts with THE.

#frankys bs #horror movie recommendations

[gillianthecat]

Hi! I enjoyed reading your DJ thoughts - it's always fun seeing other ppl experience it for the first time! I'm sorry the big reveal in ep 15 didn't work for you - that whole sequence is one of my favourite parts of the show, of any show! To offer another way of looking at it, I think it's precisely because he can't blame Elijah that he had to redirect all that rage he's feeling elsewhere, and that's why it coalesces around that little cabal of elites - you can see it in his eyes when he emerges holding her, the forlorn expression changing to one of utter hate when he looks up to see them all squabbling and whining. So what might otherwise have just been regular distaste for their antics and selfishness and greed and hypocrisy takes on these cataclysmic proportions because where else is he to put all that grief and anger and need for someone to pay (other than the fire safety ppl of course!)? And we know from his upbringing that he's not had the best education in channeling one's emotions in a healthy manner! As for Soohyun and Gaon 'getting together', I don't think I'm alone in reading that very much as him retreating to what's safe and familiar (aka straight!) when things with Yohan, in more ways than one, have gotten too intense - they never managed to convince me he was genuinely romantically in love with her, but I can buy that he convinced himself he was, and also why it happened at that point in the plot, and I like to think the show intended for that ambiguity, because so much of their dynamic comes across as not just platonic, but downright familial - he compares her to his mum, she chastises him in a very parental/older sibling way (their fight in ep 12 especially - he's like a little kid who's disappointed his caretaker) - and in a show which pays attention to detail, having their kiss be...like that, and then having their official let's get together moment culminate in...a hug...those have got to be deliberate choices! So the most generous interpretation would be that it's an intentional portrayal of someone repressing their true feelings/sexuality, or perhaps more realistically it was indeed a bone thrown to shut up the homophobes, but I do think even if that's the case it was done in such a way that anyone who's not a closed-minded bigot can see what's really going on! And if it's any consolation, I believe the writer did say in an interview after the finale that it wouldn't be long before Y&G reunited (I mean, Yohan only managed to stay away for one month before he caved and came back just to lovingly stroke Gaon's chair - man's got no willpower!). Besides, I remember someone pointing out the scene in ep 4 where Yohan gives Gaon the (Swiss!) watch and tells him from now on he has to live in the time zone as him...foreshadowing perhaps?? Sorry for the rambling - apparently I never get tired of talking about this show! I'm glad you enjoyed it overall and thank you for sharing your thoughts!

Hi DJ Anon! Thanks for this detailed response to my The Devil Judge ramblings, I was hoping that people would respond with explanations of things that confused me, or just their own reactions. I love having conversations about this show, there is so much richness in it.

The Big Reveal of Yo-Han’s Secret

Your idea that Yo-Han is redirecting rage makes a lot of sense to me now that I think about it.  It makes sense as part of the explanation for Yo-Han’s awkwardness with Elijah. Part of it is that he's just awkward around humans when he's not wearing his persona of mysterious and powerful judge. And part of it is that he has no idea how to be a parent, his own parent was horribly abusive. But I can imagine that part of it is some deep rage he has at her for killing his brother, rage and blame that he doesn't think is fair or want to have, but is still there. So he has this deep love for her and also this fury and it makes him not know how to act around her.  Even if he's gotten to the point where the anger has faded he's in such a pattern of awkwardness that he doesn't know how to change. 

I could imagine there is also some anger and blame toward himself and his brother for not watching her and preventing her from knocking over the candles. He's shown miming at her to be careful with the candles, so I would fully buy that he blames himself for not doing more to keep them all safe. (Honestly, if I’m going to blame anyone (besides the church) I would blame him for not supervising her once he saw that she was playing in a room with candles.)  So how much of this is also guilt all twisted up? I would buy that a lot of it is, although I'm not sure if that's what the show-makers were intending. Anger at himself could be another reason he's awkward with Elijah – he feels guilty for not preventing the fire.  Anger at his brother (and sister-in-law) has nowhere to go since they are dead, and are the victims. Plus I imagine that in general he has all sorts of complicated emotions around being angry at his brother, even when he was still alive. 

That would also explain why he is so desperate to prevent anyone from seeing that recording. He blames her and hates that he blames her and it's all twisted up in him and so he can't accurately think about it or predict how others would react. He assumes, at an emotional, pre-thought level, that everyone else would have that same anger and blame for her, but without the mitigating force of the deep love that he has for her. It's not rational, but not able to act rationally around it. If he was able to think clearly he would know that Ga-On wouldn't blame Elijah or be angry at her, or reveal the truth to her, but this is something he can't be rational about. With all the half buried emotions in the way he can't recognize that others would be sad about Isaac and Cecilia’s death, but wouldn't have the same immense rage about it. 

this got really long, so more under the cut

His rage at Isaacs death comes from just how important Isaac was to him. I think the series shows us pretty clearly he’s someone who’s pretty isolated, who has only a few people he loves, but he loves them furiously, all-consumingly, and will do anything to protect them. ("It's ok if humanity gets destroyed as long as you guys are here." [ep 12 at 38:56]) His brother was one of the few he loved so losing him was not just grief, but completely devastating. One of the few pillars of his world was pulled out from under him. His grief and rage must have been enormous. 

I'm not sure if the show was trying to say this, but I would buy that his brother had the function of a kind of external conscience. That flashback on the swing where Isaac gives him the cross pendant-that's certainly what Isaac was trying to do there. Present day Yo-Han scoffs at it, saying that there are no innocents. But I would buy that back then, from that time up until the fire, he relied on Isaac as a kind of external moral compass. So not only did he lose one of the very few people that he loved, but he also lost a part of himself. That's plausibly something to drive him off the deep end and into a weird complicated revenge plot.  (I have more vague thoughts on him not really having a moral compass of his own and living without one once Isaac is dead, and how Ga-On starts to take on this role. Not exactly sure if the show overall supports this idea, but there are certainly parts that do.)

So yeah, I could easily buy the idea that the Foundation crowd was a much safer target to direct all his rage and blame that he couldn’t direct at Elijah.  However, if this was what the show-makers were intending, I think they could have made that a little clearer.  It makes a lot of sense, and I can’t think of anything that contradicts it, but I also can’t remember the show really hinting at it either, whereas they did give lots of hints and subtextual clues to the dynamics of other relationships.  Perhaps that’s what his awkwardness with Elijah was supposed to reveal, but there were so many other possible explanations for that.  And the times he was furious with her were easy to explain as protectiveness and fear, so it didn’t occur to me to look for underlying anger.  But it’s also very possible it was there and I missed it. Yo-Han and Elijah's relationship is so interesting to me, I want to rewatch and take a closer look at them.

The Public Arc & the Domestic Arc

This also connects to my thoughts on the overall genre, plots and themes of The Devil Judge. It seemed like there were two different stories being told, the romance/domestic/private story and the political/conspiracies/public story, and that the show didn’t quite manage to integrate the two.  I think my expectations of which story they were telling affected how I saw that big reveal.  I have lots of thoughts on this, so many that I ended up writing myself in circles so I won’t include them here, but if I get myself organized I may post about it later.  

Su-Hyeon and Ga-On

I actually agree with your interpretation of their relationship, and that Ga-On was trying to make something happen with her because it felt safe.  It made a lot of sense within the context of the show, and for both their characters.   I think the only reason I didn’t like it was because I was feeling conscious of the censoring of queerness, so it made me very sensitive to how they were depicting romance.  I don’t even necessarily think that the creators put that kiss in there in order to “prove heterosexuality.” It just ended up feeling that way because I was mad in general  about the homophobia behind censorship.  And perhaps some of my own redirected anger, because I was sad about Su-Hyeon dying. (She was so great!)

Tangent on Queerness in Censored Fictional Worlds

This isn’t really about your point, but thinking about why Ga-On was scared to be with Yo-Han made me think about this post about Guardian by @dragoncityinteriordesign.  In it they write:

“The nature of a China-censored adaptation of a danmei novel means that Dragon City becomes a cultural setting that is confusingly neither pro-gay nor anti-gay nor neutral on the subject of gayness. Perhaps ironically, that creates a situation where Chu Shuzhi can be read as gay precisely because the show cannot contradict that assertion, but also cannot be read as gay because the show cannot confirm that assertion.”

Being censored means that queerness can’t be shown to exist in this world, but an odd side-effect is that homophobia can’t be shown to exist.  So we can’t know if one of the reasons Ga-On was scared to be with with Yo-Han was internalized homophobia/fear of being queer/fear of being seen as queer.  Obviously there are many other valid reasons for him to be scared of falling in love with Yo-Han. So it could be that he was choosing the safe straight relationship over the dangerous queer relationship.  But it could just be he was choosing the safe moral sane person over the dangerous reckless amoral person. It doesn’t really matter to the story either way, but we can never know.

The Ending

I absolutely agree with you, I felt the ending was definitely implying that they would be together soon after. Like, a viewer could take it another way, but the whole momentum of the ending implied that. I fully buy everything in this post by @thequillandscreen.

I love that detail about the watch!  I noticed a few times that Ga-On kept wearing it, but I didn’t think about Yo-Han’s demand that  “Because from this moment on you need to live in the same time as me.” (ep 4, at 16:58). And it was Swiss! That’s excellent foreshadowing.  And I also love that shot of him stroking the chair. They definitely knew what they were doing there.

I'm assuming this is the interview you mentioned? There's a lot of really interesting insights in there.

Thanks, DJ Anon, for sharing your thoughts! It's fun to be conversation with you about this fascinating show.

#the devil judge #the devil judge reaction #asks answered #the devil judge spoilers #my ramblings #wow that's a lot of words #thoughts on censorship #reaction by gillianthecat #anon asks

[seungstarss]

hello sei!!! i’ve been following you for a few months now but was always kinda scared to talk to u 😭😭😭 but tdy i plucked up the courage and there’s so much i wanna say…sorry for the rambling eep

first off thank u so so much for all the fics you write, every time i see an update it puts a smile on my face. i think i started following u halfway through recall? i was knee-deep in your writing, embarrassing as it is to say. your ideas are always so fresh and exciting and i remember screaming about your smaus to my friends after every chapter upload. your content gives me so much comfort and enjoyment after a long day, and im so so so so thankful to u for being here and coming up with all these wonderful stories and sharing them with us!!! the way you communicate with all your moots and followers says more than enough about how passionate you are, and what a genuine person you are. i wanna let u know that you’re someone i look up to a lot (im a bit younger than u) and the way you carry yourself feels so mature and in control, plus you have a consistent schedule and stick to it while balancing your responsibilities outside of this safe space you created. i really admire you and your talent, and i’ll keep following and supporting you!!! actually i’ve recently been trying to write fics myself, but i’m very new to kpop fandoms. i’ve only had experience with anime/manga fandoms so i’m still reading and learning more about the culture here, and i’m lacking quite a bit of confidence. your fics are really a huge inspiration for me and i want to continue to learn from you, both on how to be a better writer and person! maybe in the future when i’m a little more confident i can interact with you properly as a fellow writer and fan, but for now i’m content being your loyal follower 😊😊 all the best in your life, stay safe and healthy!!!

love,

a thankful anon (u can name me if u want idk eheheh)

Holy shit??? holy SHIT IM ON THE FLOOR CRYING??? NONNIE WHAT???? 😭😭😭😭 IM SHITTING TEARS FR YOU MADE MY DAY WTHWTH😭😭😭💖

Omg first of all thank you for even taking the time to even read the shit I put out 🥺 like it means the world to me that you enjoyed them and that they could've made your day just a bit brighter,,,, but oml screaming to ur friends abt it??? BESTIE STOP I WILL CRY 🤚🏼😭 this is so sweet and to get an ask like this really makes me so happy. Thank you so much for enjoying my random ideas and supporting me. But sycyscsuc oml looking up to me? I WILL CRY. I WILL CRY. I bet youre also a person whos vefy respectable and talented aaaa,,,,you're the sweetest fr and I hope I can continue to bring you fics that you can enjoy 🥺💖

HELPP ABT THE SCHEDULE,,,, I REALLY HATE MAKING PEOPLE WAIT FOR SOME REASON BUT updating constantly does take some effort so tysm for telling me this 🥺😭🤚🏼

Oh and omg???? Yes I cannot wait to see you begin writing? That sounds so exciting!! And dw abt it, it might seem scary but I promise you that you'll meet many writers who will seldom you with open arms!! If you ever need any help NEVER hesitate to ask me :")) also I do also enjoy anime and manga so if u ever need someone to rant to abt that hmu hehe ♡♡♡ but take all the time you need bff and I cannot wait to read your fics in the future ♡

Anyways, thank you so much for taking the time to send me this ask, it means the world to me 🥺 please take care and stay healthy ♡ once again if u ever need anything never hesitate to ask 🥰💖

#omg thankful nonnie? #IMMA LEGIT SOB TEARS #THIS HAS BEEN THE SWEETEST ASK EVER FR #♡♡♡

[byeol-ssi]

Hello! This is the anon that request for the angst you did recentlyy

I was going to give an ask about it regarding how I felt about it yesterday but completely forgot. Thank gosh you did an announcement or else I would have never gave it TT (I may have also forgotten I requested from you as well-)

BUT ANYWAYS YOU WROTE IT SO WELL??? AND EXCUSE ME?? FIRST TIME DOING ANGST? IT LOOKED LIKE YOU’VE BEEN WRITING IT FOR AGES. IT WENT BEYOND MY EXPECTATIONS, THANK YOU FOR THE TREAT. 

Also, I don’t mind it if you didn’t include comfort or not. The way you wrote the angst and characterized the characters was just *chef’s kiss* loved it. Beautiful. 

Lastly, be sure to take care of yourself and I hope you’ll feel better soon. I’m sure a lot of us won’t mind that you’re no longer taking requests for Genshin and tot right now. Just remember to put yourself first, okay? Don’t completely burn yourself out, you’ll worry us and your health (both mental and physical) should be a top priority >:3

…Also..I may have started reading manhwas thanks to you-

I was curious about your post regarding “master villainess the invincible” esp the badass couple tag. Never read manhwa before but the art style is just stunning like where have I been. Thank you for opening my eyes. On the first chapter and I’m enjoying it already :D

Anyways, I hope you have a good day and stay safe!!

hello, dearest!! it's honestly no problem even if you hadn't reached out, but i do appreciate this immensely, so thank you so much! <3

i always found it uncomfortable to voice my concerns (i dunno, i fear that i might come off as ungrateful) but i thought it would be best to be transparent regarding why i'd be closing my requests for the meantime.

but thank you so much for being kind to me and wholly understanding 🥺 your message eased a lot of my anxiety, so i hope you know how grateful i am, along with the feedback you gave me.

AAAA, i'm so glad you tried the manhwa out! i finished season 1 in one sitting, and it's gotten me out of my current reading slump. my inbox will always be open should you ever wish to scream or ramble to me about what you've read! ♡

please take care of yourself too, and thank you again!

#this means #the entire world to me #so thank you!! #wishing you have #wonderful days ahead too!! #<33 #✦ inbox notification. #sender ✦ nonnie

[lucyandthepen]

hi it’s 🍭 anon here !!

first I wanted to tell you that the last time you answered my ask I was so happy, like fr thank you so much for your kind words, it touched me a lot :’) 🫶🏼

NOW ! I just read salted caramel and. omggg.

first I wanted to say to jisung, I also enjoyed Age Of Calamity lol

hyuck is really a menace to society here💀 but thanks to him we had a jealous mark (in this house, we love jealous mark ‼️). I read the tag before reading the fic but I didn’t expect y/n and mark to be on the phone with hyuck this long hahaha.

thank you again for sharing your work, it’s always a pleasure to read your works <3

as I said last time, I go check your blog everyday to see if you updated anything.

1st I hope that your move while go smoothly ☝🏼 and I cannot wait for honey citrus !!

Also, have you seen the nct nation concert and heard the album ? (https://twitter.com/allforljn/status/1695421368870015007?s=46&t=wPoG9lz8nXXKd2HT9NynOA this jeno clip literally drive me crazy)

sorry I talk too much 😭 anyway, I hope that you’re okay. Have a great day/night and take care of yourself ~ <3

hello my sweet candy anon! 🍬 i’m so happy you’re happy! hearing from you always makes my day so much brighter, and i’m over the moon to hear from you again. 🩷 thank you for always being so nice and sending a message again!

are you a zelda fan/koei games fan?? i am both!! i really enjoyed age of calamity (even though some people say the format is kind of boring) and i love botw/totk! (watch that come out in another fic!) fun fact: the argument about dynasty warriors is based off of my personal experiences, and i share my opinion with chenle — the seventh is the best! the ninth was a train wreck! (although the art was truly quite nice.)

we always love a jealous mark! i am of the opinion that he is a very possessive person but tries to act like he isnt/thinks it’s not right to be so openly jealous. i will not delve into it too much right now but if i had to mtl the dreamies and their jealousy, mark would EASILY be in top 3 😭 SO WE LOVE SEEING MC FEED HIS POSSESSIVENESS WITH A FEAST! poor hyuck tho 🥹 he was a champ for staying on the line for that long but!!! he may have gotten something out of it anyway so we can’t say it was a terrible time for him😮‍💨

i hope that it isn’t too much of a hassle for you to check my blog! 😭 i know i’m not the fastest when i write so there are gaps between fics but i hope to not make the wait between uploads too long 🥹

thank you for your super kind words; i hope the move goes well too! i am quite scared but i think it’ll be a good new adventure, so it’s exciting too 🥹🩷

and honey citrus is something i’m definitely excited for as well 😮‍💨 i have a very particular hc list for jaemin when it comes to intimacy so i hope to get to explore those things in the fic! we can be excited together!!!!!

i wasn’t able to watch the beyond live of nct nation BUT i’ve seen clips and THE BAT JENO WAS SO OFFENSIVE (lovingly) TO ME LIKE WHY DID HE !!! HOW COULD HE!! he slayed every outfit and his arms were GOING HARD! what was your favorite performance of the night??

never apologize for talking too much!!!!!!!!!! i talk like crazy too so don’t even sweat it. i love blabbing and rambling with you and with everyone, so i hope you always feel comfy talking to me. have a really great day or night where you are, and as always, stay safe and happy! 🩷💜

[maiverie]

hihi ik it’s been a while so idk if you’ll remember but it’s sunrise anon !! it’s def late where i am rn (like 2am in aus) but i just thought i’d update u on a couple things that i’m excited for hehe

tday i’m (finally) getting my manifesto day one album !! saur excited and i rlly hope i get that sunghoon uniform weverse pob 😔😔 i might be getting another b:c album bc i rlly love that album + i rlly wanted the hype ver (best concept ever tbh) but got up ver instead… fuck ktown4u for doing random ver 😒😒 i’m also doing a random ass barista course (bc sunghoon did it 💀) and i’m excited for that too^^ hopefully i don’t flunk the course lol

anyways enough rambling,,, im curious to see how triage will end !! even though i’ve read so many smaus, fics, and series, triage will remain at the top and you’ll always be my fav author 🫶🏻🫶🏻 i genuinely love your writing sm i cannot stress that enough 😭😭 even with misconduct i love how unhinged it is and it never fails to make me laugh and i genuinely love how enhablr just agreed on making sunghoon the weirdest unhinged character in every smau 😭but i’m sorry i took so late to send a message 🙏and i hope you have a great day/night whenever you read this !! pls take care and stay safe <33 (maybe i should’ve written this when the sunrise was happening so i could live up to my anon name 😔😔)

- sunrise anon

SUNRISE ANON THIS MESSAGE IS LITERALLY EVERYTHING IM SOBBING SO MUCH 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 ofc i remember who you are but oh god it really has been so long :< no way you’re in aus because that’s where i live too?!?! 😭

thank you so much for the life updates omfg lwjdlwdka im SO SO excited for you !! i’m really hoping u the sunghoon weverse pc because it’s so so so pretty and he looks so freaking cute 😭 i don’t actually own the b:c albums but they’re next on my list because pink hair heeseung has a different type of grip on me 💔 also ktown4u is such a massive dog WTH i hate those random picks 😭 my friend and i recently bought 4 pc “random selection” mini binders (the ones w the cute patterns at the front) and they literally sent us 3 of the same one? 😭 CRIMINAL

A BARISTA COURSE?!?! PAUSE THAT IS SOSOSO COOL AAA WTH IM SO EXCITED FOR U 😭 pls do keep me updated on how it goes ;-;

ur message just made my whole year and i really mean it 😭😭😭 knowing you enjoy my writing literally makes me feel like i’m ascending like AAAAA IM SO SO HAPPY WTH 😭 you’ve been there from the start so i’m triage has taken me so so so long to write; nevertheless i’m really proud that we’re almost reaching the end and i can’t wait to share the ending i have in mind too 😭💞💖 misconduct is literally so cracked and dumb but i’m glad u enjoy it regardless 😭 istg sunghoon as the unhinged character makes so much and so little sense HSHDJSJSJ I LOVE MEMEING HIM HES SAUR FUNNY AHDHHA 😭

seriously u just made my whole year ilysm sunset anon :(( thank u sm for even taking the time out to write this message (you’re never obliged to!) and wth don’t apologise 😭❤️ you’re the best and pls take care and IM MANIFESTING THESE SUNGHOON PCS FOR U 😭🙏🙏 and it’s okay!! the compromise is that i’ll think of u every time i see a sunset so the name is still vvvvvvv fitting :>>>

#ask #@ : anon ♡︎ #sunrise anon ☆

[0the-silent-artist0]

A h a h a g👀d sh❗t my dudes!!

#alright life update #shit's been wild i mean california is on fire #some days the sky was orange #covid is still around #but we make due with what we got ya know??? #ive had the songs Make You Mine and I Do Adore stuck in my head. they make me feel all warm and fuzzy :^) #school and my internship have been both fun nd stressful but they keep me on my toes so im having a charming time #especially fogure drawing. i forgot how much i love figure drawing so thats cool!! but i wish it was in person #i think danny boi and i are gonna hsve another movie night soon so thats somethin lovely to look forward to!! #i also have a lot of art ideas but i just dont got time to draw them!!!!!! school and my internship and commissions are takimg up my time #to the point that im up at 3 or 4 am working and sleeping only 4 hours or so #now usually id hate that because holy shit im so fucking tired all the time. but im seeing really good results in my work so im actually #pretty fine with it. also gives me an excuse to make different kinds of coffee in the morning so this is fun #also been checking up on old friends and new ones because sometimes you just dont know what theyre going through #a friend of mine transferred to the uni i go to so its interestin hearing about his first weeks attending!! i feel reall bad that it had to #happen online though. hopefully his ne t year will be in person!! #another friend of mine is looking for a uni to transfer to so im helping her find one!! i told her aboit my uni but i know she loves big #campuses so im looking at others too!!!! #over all im busy as heck and have been on tumblr so much less #hope that anon that reads my rambles enjoys this. stay safe out there!! #and dont forget to check on your friends and family and anyone who crosses your mind. a simple hello goes a long way!

[rcksmith]

Not you — Five Hargreeves

Requests: “Five Hargreeves x fem!reader, Fluff prompts 9, 52 and 53, please? (You can do this whenever you feel like it) Five and Y/n are both hit by one of Hazel and Cha-Cha’s bullets in the Gimbel Brothers store and they immediately go to the academy (Five wants Y/n treated as soon as possible.) after they’re fine, the siblings start to question them on Five’s protectiveness over Y/n”

“Hii could I request 4 & 23 off the fluff prompts for Five pls ty 😌✨”

Fluff prompts:

4. “Sweetheart, you’re my entire world”

9. “So you're saying that girl is your girlfriend?!" "No, that girl is my wife!”

23. “i’ve dreamt about this.”

52. "Help her first."

53. “There are no limits when it comes to you. I’ll do anything to keep you safe.”

A/N: We not tolerate any pedophilia here !!

I write about Five with their 20s. I write the same about the characters of Harry Potter.

I hope you guys like💖I decided to compile these two requests, since they were the same energy and they prompts connect to a central plot. I added all the elements that were asked for individually, and made sure that all ideas were respected and written down. Good reading.

I used here some fragments of the central plot of Five, but, guys, keep in mind that he is 20 years old, and that when he comes back to 2019 Five does not make a mistake in the calculations. I changed the location of the fight too, but a really I hope you, Anon # 1, don't mind.

English is not my first language, so I so sorry if have a mistake.

Requests are open. Love you ❤️

Couple: Five Hargreeves / Fem! Reader.

Warnings: blood, mention of death, swearing, fluff too.

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You remembered perfectly when you met Five Hargreeves, the commission's golden ball, The Handler's award-winning shamrock. If you closed your eyes, even after years, you could still smell the male cologne wafting in the air, and you could relive the same feeling in the pit of your stomach that you had when he looked at you with those obsedian eyes.

Five Hargreeves was gorgeous. Absurdly gorgeous. But absurdly arrogant, boastful, presumptuous and completely absent of any delicacy in relation to empathy and kindness. He was the type who would open the door for you to enter first, but who would be the first to make fun of your erroneous reasoning.

And that was why, at the time, when you were assigned to be his partner, you lived in conflict with what you really felt. It was a mixture of tantrum and physical attraction.

But unlike all the people around Five, when he spit fire at you with all the anger at his difficult temper, you didn't run. In fact, when it exploded the first time in front of you, you crossed your arms, arched an eyebrow and looked at him with boredom.

“Have you finished your show yet?” You said, as if you didn't care, leaning against the hood of the car while Five screamed through the 7 winds “Stop to imply with everything.”

Five had been your partner for a few months now and it became clearer each day that the irritation was mutual. He made it perfectly clear that you pissed him off until his last hair.

But, unlike you, it was for another reason.

Shit, you were a fucking goddess! Your beauty was notorious, but that was not all that caught his attention. You were smart, canny, brave, Five never saw you in fear of any situation or shaken by any scene of blood. You knew your goals and went after them. It was strong, decisive, and, goddamn, he loved it. You had a fist, you were firm, and you always made it very clear that you were no helpless maiden.

It felt like you had gotten out of his imagination, from the daydreams in which Five rambled about what kind of woman he admired. And, hell, you came with the full package. It was a combination of overwhelming beauty, intelligence, dexterity, and he never thought that someone like that could be real.

But of course you were. And now Five was completely irritated because you were real, and not just another his dream and daydream in which a sublime woman starred.

“To Imply?” Five turned to you, eyes on fire “To Imply?!”

“Like a 2-year-old who didn't take his afternoon nap. It's not the end of time, it doesn't have to be childish.”

Now Five felt himself ignite. He was a dry, rough fire and you were gasoline, igniting everything saw ahead.

Was that damn woman calling he a child?! You?! Just you, the person whose Five wanted to tie the bed and do all kinds of sinful things.

Oh hell no!

Five came forward, furious, like an angry god, his coal eyes never leaving your direction.

“Childish, isn't it?” He snarled “I'm going to show you the childish!”

Five held your face tightly in his hands and pressed your lips to his. Fierce, needy, set on fire, lost in half sentences of feelings about you. He slid his hands to the back of your neck, closing his fingers in your hair and invading your mouth with his tongue, letting you taste the caffeine, danger and lust he had.

You sighed, or Five, or both. You held him as close as he was, with the two of you being on the same mission: to conquer, to take, to possess. But Five had an extraordinary intensity, a magnitude that managed to win you

Then your touch became more docile, your kiss became submissive and you were surrendered. When Five walked away, not with his body, he still held you against him, but with his head, enough to look you in the eye, you sighed.

“I’ve dreamt about this.” You gave up your game, because you couldn't pretend anymore, and Five responded by kissing you again, this time tasting your whole mouth.

After that day, Five and you never came apart. You two were like a dynamic duo, crime partners in the morning and intense lovers at night.

But Five spent so much time with affection, love and caring being denied that when, on a night when work got the best of him, Five fell into the bed you shared in a Motel room, very close to your lap and you smiled sweetly and ran your fingers through his black hair, establishing the affection there, Five was catatonic.

His wild mind wanted to take it away and go, tell you to swallow those loving gestures and that he would never need them. That they were a nuisance, a distraction.

But his body and heart... well, they begged Five to stay another second. Just one more second enjoying that touch, the care, the importance that someone felt for him. He liked to be pampered, who knew.

So he ended up falling asleep with your touch and, after that day, Five realized that if his body and heart couldn't get any further from you, then no one would ever take you away from him. You would stay with him, until the end. As long as you wanted to stay.

And you wanted to. You wanted all the stages, all the moments, all the fights. You wanted Five, completely. And after some time like that, he said that you two were going to get married. It wasn't a request, it wasn't a speculation, it was a fact and that's it. You laughed, it was Five's style to be embarrassed about something and treat it more coarsely, just because he didn't know how to deal with the emotions he felt.

“Of course I do.” You reassured him by bringing your hands to his face, tracing affectionate circles on his cheek with your thumb.

“You would have no other option.” He grunted, not looking at you, trying to divert attention from his own racing heart.

You laughed and sealed the future of the two of you with a kiss.

After five years of making it official, Five said he had found a way for him to get home. And as he spoke, you noticed a flickering hesitation in his eyes. You knew, at that moment, that Five would leave it behind if there was a chance that you wouldn't want to go along. He promised to love you, in joy and sadness, in difficult times and in good times, and he never broke a promise.

Five Hargreeves would stay for you. In 1963, in 1988, in 2019, it didn't matter the season, the year. It wouldn't be worth anything if didn't have you by his side.

But, like him, it was logical that you would never abandon him, ever. So you went along. It was together in the murder in 1963, it was together at the time of the target, and it was together when he jumped in the portal. You were with Five when he reunited with his family, they all amazement by the 13 year old little brother who disappeared to reappear as a man of 25. On top of that accompanied by a girl.

But Five still couldn't administer his emotions properly, he still couldn't say that he missed his brothers and that being without his family had been terrible. His past contained many shipwrecks and he did not know how to open up about it. After so many years alone and then killing without any judgment, it was difficult to connect with emotions.

So, instead of saying everything that screamed inside him, after just some time with the siblings he took your hand and pulled you out, telling the Hargreeves that he would go after a decent coffee.

“I wish I could have talked to them better.” You grumble whit Five and he rolled his eyes.

“As if they were going to understand the things you were going to explain.” He murmured, covering the whole issue of the Commission and time jumps.

“This is not difficult to explain.” You raised your left hand, signaling the silver circle that hugged your finger.

Five laughed, sipping his coffee.

“You will be my wife forever, there is plenty of time for you to tell that.”

But as soon as Five's words had just left your lips, blowing in the air like fog, the door to the store opened, and you two didn't have to turn around to find out who they were. Years on the commission have earned you enough training to even recognize the sound of their footsteps.

The exchange of looks that Five and you gave was enough to know what each one was thinking and how they would act. That was your secret language, the superpower that you two shared. No words were needed to understand each one like the back of your hand.

You took a deep breath, while your fingers on your right hand steadied yourself on the coffee cup and Five on the knife. There was no waiting for speeches, exchanging words, you both knew that the Commission would send the best agents besides you, and Hazel and Cha-Cha were not known to be late at work.

Then the action started, Five turned and teleported with the knife, shoving it into the leg of one of the agents covered in rabbit masks. You didn't stay behind and swivel your chair around, throwing the sizzling coffee into the second's hands, causing him to drop the gun on the floor. You didn't wait to kick him in the chest, making him stagger backwards as you got up from the chair. You and Five were good, but so was Hazel and Cha-Cha, and you couldn't count on the powers to dodge physical attacks.

Everything was very fast indeed, windows were broken, punches were exchanged, blood was plucked. But when you looked to the side and saw who was probably Cha-Cha pushing Five against a broken glass stake, you understood why love at work was so dangerous. You understand completely. Because you've lost your focus. It took a thousandth of an instant for years of training and improvement to be thrown out the window. Only the possibility of Five getting hurt got you off track, and that was fatale.

The agent who fought with you took advantage of your distraction, reaching for the gun that was on the floor in that split second. And a shot reverberated through the place.

Suddenly, the world for Five stopped the axis. Everything was suspended, appalled, frozen. And in that very second, his body shivered from head to toe, as if misfortune had sighed in his neck. Five Hargreeves never feared anyone, even death itself. But as soon as he heard the sound of the shot, Five tasted death. Was rough, metallic and cruel, the blood drained from the body and the world released a dark and funeral note, sinking into a black sea.

Because fear is not the bullet hitting you, but someone you love.

Five turned back, eyes wide, hands shaking, and he didn't know what was beating faster: his fear or his heart.

He would remember that moment as the most cruel and frightening of his entire life, years in the apocalypse and killing had no comparison to the terror that was seeing your white shirt start to be stained with blood, the bullet hole marking your abdomen. You looked up at him, shocked, livid, and Five could see death perfectly, pulling the vitality out of your eyes.

He didn't think, he didn't reason, he just teleported himself to you, taking your body in his arms and teleported you two away from there. Five’s hands were shaking, a visceral pain snaking through his body and suffocating him with the worst sensation Five had ever felt in his life.

He took you both to the Hargreeves mansion in the blink of an eye, his powers failing when the blue flash left you both in the giant living room.

“Five!”

Maybe it was Luther's voice, or Klaus, or Diego, he didn't know. Everything was a distant echo, a note submerged in the water. Five saw or heard nothing but your body in his arms, your eyes closed and face frighteningly pale, his right hand, which was pressing on your wound, was already soaked in blood.

It was too much blood, the smell was overwhelming, and for the first time in a long time, Five Hargreeves was in despair.

Hands touched his shoulders, and Grace's voice was heard in the background. But he didn't want treatments, whatever the goddamn his wounds were going to be.

“Help her first!” Five shouted, his voice finding strength in the terror he felt. And also in fury.

The Handler would pay for that, and so would Hazel and Cha-Cha. And, by God, the whole world would pay if you never opened your eyes again.

“Right now.” Maybe it was Pogo “But, Five, are you…”

“No!” He ordered “She first!”

Then Grace's hands took you out of his arms and Five refused to leave you for even a second. He was beside you at the operating table, holding your hand, with him bloody fingers of your blood and the agent he had fought.

But Five didn't care about the himself state, the people around it, or anything. His eyes were focused on you, his face frozen in a livid expression.

And when Grace said that you would need a blood transfusion and Five barely let her finish speaking before rolling up the manga and extending his arm, the siblings Hargreeves and Pogo were shocked. What they saw in Five's eyes was not a man afraid of losing someone, but of losing the person he loved.

I shouldn't have come back. Was Five's first thought when the surgery ended well and you were still asleep. It was his fault that you almost died. And everything was buzzing in Five's head like a propellant.

“So…”

Klaus appeared in the kitchen, with the siblings, while Five was washing the blood from his hands, now calmer since you were alive.

“That was heavy.” Luther let out a little gasp, a kind of choked laugh.

“Aren't you going to tell us what happened?” Allison sat at the table.

“She almost died because of my decision, that's what happened.” Five replied, turning and picking up a cloth from the table, drying his hands.

“Five...” Allison made his eyes go towards his sister “Who is she, actually ?”

Five gave a bitter laugh. Who were you? How would he explain it?

You are everything. The reason wake up everyday was good, what made the summer breeze and the sun's rays warm, the reason why his world was still spinning.

Who were you? It was absolutely everything for Five.

“Someone very important.” His whispered escaped.

“So you're saying that girl is your girlfriend ?!" Luther looked at Five in shock, as if the possibility of him having a girlfriend was absurd.

“No.” Five looked at Luther with fire in his eyes, his voice hoarse “That girl is my wife!”

The room's breath evaporated, everyone was dumbfounded and bewildered. But Grace came in at that moment, saving Five from continuing that conversation.

“She woke up.” His mother's voice was soft, and Five dropped everything he was doing and disappeared into the blue flash.

The first thing he noticed when he entered that room was you sitting on the bed, your back against the headboard.

“Hey...” the smile you gave made Five's world spin again.

He didn't wait a second before walking up to you in quick steps, holding your face in his hands and sealing your lips in a desperate kiss, as if that could prove that everything was fine.

“I thought I lost you.” He whispered against your lips, hands shaking, thumbs stroking yours cheeks.

“Bad vase doesn't break early.” You joked and Five laughed softly, his forehead touching your. “Were you hurt?”

He denied it, still with you, as if letting you was impossible. Maybe it was.

“I got distracted, I'm sorry that we let them escape and...”

Five interrupted your sentence

“Sweetheart…” You stopped, bewitched by his tone of voice “You’re my entire world.”

Five wasn't calling Hazel and Cha-Cha right now. He would kill that entire Commission later. Later. Now the only thing that mattered was you.

“I shouldn't have broken our contracts with the commission. I shouldn't have put you in this.” He said “But ... but I am very selfish, and even though I knew it would be better to let you go back to the Commission, I cannot live without you...”

“Hey, I not go come back.” You held his hands that were on your face, looking at him with love "My place is with you.”

“I promise you that I will never let anyone else hurt you. Even if I have to kill every single person on this planet. ” Five guaranteed “There are no limits when it comes to you. I'll do anything to keep you safe. ”

You smiled, put your lips together in a passionate kiss and whispered:

“I only need you, my love. Forever.”

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[shorkbrian]

Omg hi so I read your babysitter fic and I was thinking what if bakuogus tired of reader being a brat with him so he brings Kiri over to help him out 🤤 srry im just being horny on anon rn

“C’mon princess, move your ass before I move it for you.”

You huffed at the blonde, opening the car door, stepping outside and slamming it shut. Bakugou shot you a harsh glare, but you weren’t looking at him, instead crouching to tie your shoe.

He gave you a moment to do that, before the man got impatient, clicking his tongue, shoving his hands in his pockets. “Let’s go, it’s not like I have all fucking day.”

You knew for a fact that yes, he did have all day.

Your mom was away again, another business trip. She was working towards a promotion - a position that meant more hours, more work, more travel.

More time being spent with your stupid babysitter.

With your rapist.

He hadn’t touched you, not outright, since that day. Every time your mom suggested having him over for dinner, you conveniently found somewhere to be; out with friends, on a date, having a sleepover. Anything so that you didn’t have to look at Bakugou Katsuki’s stupid, smug little face.

But your mom had surprised you yesterday night, letting you know she’d be leaving in the morning, that Katsuki would be staying over again. There wasn’t any time for you to argue with her, to plead for her to stay, or to take you with her, or for you to stay at a friend’s house, anything but Katsuki.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were trying to avoid him!” She had laughed, before wagging a finger at you. “Don’t be rude. He’s a nice man, and I trust him to keep you safe. He did last time!”

Yeah, and he also assaulted you last time, so maybe he wasn’t as nice of a guy as she thought.

He was taking you to the mall, not even really giving you a choice, just telling you to get dressed, that the two of you were going out.

Now here you were, trudging silently behind the older man, glaring at the ground.

“Bakubro! Over here!”

A loud shout drew your attention, Bakugou grinning as he started veering towards the shouter, a red-haired man waving enthusiastically. You followed behind him obediently, taking stock of this new man.

He was fucking huge, thick thighs bulging against his jeans, biceps straining against the fabric of his navy hoodie. This new guy was handsome too, a wide, sharp smile, soft red eyes, a clean-shaven face.

“’Sup Idiot? You tryin’ to attract the whole mall? Always so damn loud.” Even though he was complaining, it was clear that these two were friends as Bakugou let the other man pull him into a hug. They pounded each other on the back, before the redhead drew back, pushing past the blonde to give you his full attention. 

“Who’s this? Did you get a girlfriend? She looks a little young bro.”

“I’m not his girlfriend.” You spat, and the redhead held up his hands in surrender as Bakugou shouldered him to the side.

“It’s the little fucker that I’m looking after as a favor. You know I work security for that office complex?” The redhead nodded. “Yeah, one of the milfs gave me free range of her house as long as I watch her.”

Both men looked at you, and the redhead smiled brightly.

“Ah, well, I’m Kirishima! Nice to meet you, sorry you have to put up with such a grumpy fucke-”

“Hey, shaddup.” Bakugou elbowed him, but Kirishima was already extending a hand for you to shake, and you did so gladly. At least you weren’t the only one who thought Bakugou was a grumpy, stuck up mess.

“’Kay, now can we go? I’m starving’, wanna eat before we do anything else.”

Kirishima winked at you as he threw an arm around your shoulders, his other arm around Bakugou. “Food court? I think they have a pretty good selection here...”

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Kirishima was much more tolerable than Bakugou.

He was funny, cracking jokes and making you almost spit out the soda he had bought you, slipping you five dollars behind Bakugou’s back for you to get a drink.

The redhead sat next to you while the three of you ate, including you in the conversation whenever Bakugou seemed to forget about your existence.

As the three of you walked from store-to-store, Kirishima listened to you ramble on about the latest game you’d bought, what you thought of your favorite snack brand trying to collaborate with a fashion company, all your opinions on the music playing faintly through the mall speakers.

It was fun when he grabbed your hand, tugging you away from Bakugou and along with the redhead as he ducked into a random store. It was some street-wear fashion place, and Kirishima wanted your thoughts on if a shirt was his color, or if he could pull off one of the hats that adorned the mannequin in the store window.

The two of you were busy laughing at how the hat couldn’t even press past his spiky hairstyle when you noticed Bakugou, glowering at you both from the outside of the store, lips pulled into the deepest frown.

Kirishima started laughing at the man’s expression, and you quickly followed suit, before Bakugou stalked inside, cuffing his friend on the ear.

What a spoil sport.

You couldn’t deny that by the end of the few hours you’d spent with Kirishima, you found yourself attracted to him. Not only in looks, but also in his goofy personality. You wouldn’t mind being friends with him.

It was easy to exchange numbers with the man, easy to let him lift your spirits.

And then it was time to leave, all three of you grouped at the entrance, saying bye, Bakugou and Kirishima giving each other another bro-hug.

You gave Kirishima a hug, leaning into his warm touch, enjoying his spicy cologne as you pressed your face against his broad chest. He eagerly returned the hug, until Bakugou was scoffing, pulling you out of his embrace.

“We’re in fucking public, you two, chill. Keep your pants on, sluts.”

Kirishima laughed, giving you a cheery wave as Bakugou gripped your hand until it hurt, dragging you out of the mall quickly.

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“Why are you being such a brat? You were fuckin’ fine earlier.” The blonde man grumbled, glancing over at you from where he was making dinner.

You rolled your eyes, taking a sip of your water. “It’s not my fault you have a stick up your ass. All I said is I don’t like when you make food, tastes bad.”

Bakugou huffed, turning off the stove. “Are you fucking serious? You’re just trying to mess with me, aren’t’cha princess?”

“Could you stop calling me that? I’m not your princess.”

“You’re whatever I want you to be, princess.” Bakugou sneered, stomping towards you.

You quickly backpedalled, setting your glass of water down on the counter, stepping back. “I’m going to go set the table!” Was your way out, and Bakugou backed off as you threw open a cupboard, rummaging for plates and cups as he chuckled to himself.

“Yeah, you do that.” 

It wasn’t long before the table was set, Bakugou bringing the food to set it down onto the hotplate in the middle.

Even just a whiff of the food had your eyes watering, the spice through the roof.

“Seriously dude? You know you’re cooking for two people, why the fuck did you make it inedible?!?” 

The blonde man glared at you as he sat down, jaw working, mouth twisting. “You gonna be a bitch-baby about it? Should be fuckin’ grateful that I even made you dinner.”

“Thanks for dinner.” You mumbled, staring tiredly at the food Bakugou was heaping onto his plate. You didn’t feel like eating anymore, his outburst ruining your mood, reminding you of the time when he got angry because you wouldn’t go to bed, wouldn’t listen to him-

“Eat the damn food.” Katsuki snapped, pulling you out of your thoughts and back to the present.

You did as he asked, even though it burned your mouth. Dinner was quickly gulped down, followed by desperate swigs of water as you tried to chase away the spice. Bakugou huffing the entire time at your inability to handle the level of spice he preferred.

Afterwards, you gathered up the plates and washed them, conscious of Katsuki hovering in the background of the kitchen, watching you work while he tapped away on his phone.

When the last dish was washed, dried, and put away, you began rummaging in the cupboards, looking for something sweet, something to soothe your tastebuds.

“What’re you doin’, didn’t I just feed you?”

Bakugou’s harsh voice made you flinch, but you kept your back to him. “Was hoping there’d be dessert.”

A long, irritated sigh, then a hand gripped your shoulder, pulling you away from the kitchen cupboards. “Ain’t got any of that shit in the house princess, you don’t need it.”

“But-” Your plead was interrupted by Bakugou rolling his eyes, snorting.

“Why are you being such a whiny baby? Is this cause Kiri was spoilin’ you earlier?”

Jutting your chin out, you glared up into red eyes as you turned around seething. “Maybe I like being treated like a person and not a problem. I don’t even understand why he’s friends with you - you’re mean and crass and stup-”

“So you’re just acting out cause you want some extra attention or some shit? What a brat.” The blonde sneered, leaning back against the counter as he tapped away at his phone again.

“You want Kiri so bad, fine. I’ll have him get you some shitty grocery-store dessert. Then maybe you’ll stop acting like a bitch. Stuff some candy in that mouth, will that keep you quiet, huh?”

It was infuriating, being treated like a child. Ignored, talked down to, unable to assert yourself or make decisions. 

“Whatever.” You huffed, shaking your head as you walked out of the kitchen. “Anything’s better than having to sit here with you.”

-----

The front door opening and the faint rustle of grocery bags caught your ear as you fumed on the couch, angrily questioning “why me?” as to your situation. But the noise meant your new friend was here, and he was much nicer than Bakugou.

Nice enough to have you smiling a bit as you rose to your feet, padding into the dining room as you beelined to the soft murmur of two manly voices.

“Heyyy! Long time no see!” The redhead was dressed in a loose tank top and basketball shorts, shoes discarded somewhere in the hall. 

You’d known he was muscular, but actually seeing his muscles without clothes in the way? You were stunned.

A bright blush encompassed your face when Bakugou snapped his fingers, narrowing his eyes at you. “Ay’, stupid! Focus! He got you a bunch of sweet shit. Rot your teeth out.” While gesturing to the two grocery bags resting on the dinner table.

“Hi Kirishima, thanks for the desserts-”

“Aw, it’s nothing. Bakubro wouldn’t tell me what kinda flavors you like so I kinda got a variety...”

Cupcakes and candy and various other sweet treats were nestled in the bags, and you grinned. “Dude, it’s all good. Wanna sit down and have some too?”

Bakugou snorted while Kiri smiled at you, nodding his head.  The dining chair creaked as his weight settled in it, the redhead pushing the grocery bags towards where you sat, encouraging you to pick anything you wanted.

The two men began to talk about this and that, mundane things about work, odd jobs, what their plans for the weekend were, boring stuff you easily tuned out as you indulged in sweet desserts.

Their attention turned to you when a whine slipped from your lips as frosting fell rom the cupcake you were eating and onto your shirt. Before you reached for a napkin, Kiri was leaning over, invading your space.

“You’re kinda messy, aren't you?” He breathed, a single finger swiping through the frosting on your shirt before the redhead sucked it into his mouth, looking at you through his eyelashes.

“Oh-u-uhm...” Was your elegant reply, tummy filled with butterflies at the fact that his finger had pressed against your skin through your shirt, right underneath your breast. 

He was so hot.

“Yeah, and a fuckin’ brat too. Little bitch can’t stop complaining about every little thing. Shut up the second I mentioned you were coming over.” Bakugou cackled, breaking the mood completely.

But Kirishima’s eyes were still on you as his now-clean finger slipped from his mouth. It was mesmerizing, watching the muscles in his arms shift and move as he leaned closer, slipping his hands underneath your shirt and raising the fabric so he could lick at the frosting still stuck on it.

Your breath stuttered, heat flaring suddenly in your tummy at the action.

And then Bakugou had to ruin it again. 

“You can fuck her if you want, I don’t mind. I told the old bird I would watch her kid for her. Didn’t say nothin’ about not getting her drunk on some cock.”

Eyes squeezing shut, you opened your mouth for some snappy reply, but Kirishima beat you to speaking.

“Yeah? Alright. You good with that baby?”

Wait, good with-?

Kirishima was looking up at you expectantly, fingers still clutched in your shirt, refusing to touch your skin. He was hot. This was hot. It’d be perfect if Bakugou wasn’t here.

“C’mon, just fuck her man, she’s been gaggin’ for your dick since she met you. Stop being a loser and man up.”

The redhead in front of you smiled, sharp teeth on display and gleaming. 

Then your shirt was being pulled over your head, hands gripping at your chest, thumbing over your nipples through your bra.

“W-wai-Kiri! Uhm, can’t we- uhm-”

Your voice was ignored, the redhead’s eyes glued to your chest as he pulled down your bra a bit, until he could palm each breast without anything in-between his warm hands and your soft skin.

“You’re so pretty...”

“She’s a whore.” Bakugou snarked.

Hands migrated to your waist, and you were easily lifted onto the table, Kirishima rising from his seat so he could push at your shoulders until they met the solid wood. Bakugou stayed seated, casually notching his hands behind his head and leaning back as he watched the show unfold before him.

Things were happening so fast, you didn’t know what to say, couldn’t move your hands to push away the broad redhead. This was so confusing. Yes, you wanted him, but you didn’t want Bakugou watching. You didn’t want to do this on the dining room table, didn’t like the quick turn the night had taken.

Your pants were being pulled down before you could organize your thoughts, before you could do much else aside from whimper and press your legs together.

“Hah, cute panties. You always wear stuff like this?” Kirishima asked, sliding a thumb underneath the elastic waistband only so he could snap it against your skin. You gasped at the little sting, unsure what to say, what to do.

“Most of her stuff is stupid girly shit like that, so yes.” 

You tried to throw a glare Bakugou’s way, but with the blonde somewhere behind you sitting at the table, you couldn’t turn your head far enough.

Especially not when you were distracted by Kirishima pushing down the waistband of his shorts. 

“I’m so glad I didn’t wear jeans.” He chuckled, holding his cock at the base as he sat back down again, scooting his chair up to edge of the table where your legs were splayed wide.

“Okay pretty, try and stay still for me. Make as much noise as you wanna, Bakugou and I don’t mind.” And then a warm mouth was pressed up against your cunt, licking at you over your panties, dragging the rough cotton against your most sensitive parts.

“Oh! o-oh, oh-oh-” Was all you could make your mouth manage as the redhead gripped your thighs in his giant hands, pushing them apart and allowing his massive shoulders to fit between them as he bent to lick at your pussy.

It felt... It felt so good, building up pressure in your stomach as your hole clenched around nothing.

Then Kiri did something awful, pulling your panties to the side and nosing into your folds with a pleased grunt. His skin was so warm, and you were so wet, and his nose started bumping against your clit as the man sloppily mouthed at you, and you couldn’t-couldn’t

“Stop-stop! ‘m gonna cum!” You wailed, legs twitching.

Immediately Kirishima drew back, soothing circles getting rubbed into your calves by thick fingers. “You don’t wanna cum in my mouth? Wanna cum on my cock instead? That’s cute.”

He stood up, and you barely got a glimpse of his dick bobbing against his stomach before he was leaning forward and catching your lips in a kiss. It almost scared you, sharp teeth poking menacingly against your lips, dragging across your skin as Kirishima moved his mouth against yours, but the redhead knew how to work with his teeth.

“Man, she really is a slut for you.” Bakugou piped up from behind you. He was a bit breathless, voice scratcher, but you couldn’t focus on that, not when Kirishima was pulling away with a groan, one of his hands fisting his cock.

The redhead gathered the spit in his mouth, leaned down, and let it drip onto your cunt, panties still pushed to the side. It was burning hot, adding to the fire in your tummy, blazing higher and higher.

Heavy breathing and labored panting filled the room as Kirishima edged closer to you, laying his cock flat against your entrance, playing with your panties as he did so until they pressed against his cock as it nestled between the lips of your cunt.

And then he started grinding.

Slow, delicious, absolutely heavenly.

You almost didn’t care about the disgusting little groans coming from Bakugou, the slick sounds of him fucking his fist, the creak of his chair behind you.

Almost.

Your attention was more focused on the pleasurable little zings going up your spine as Kiri rubbed his cock through your folds, all slick and wet. You kept your legs spread wide for him, barely able to breathe at the heat that seemed to fill the space, fill your lungs and steal your voice.

Kiri leaned down to kiss you again, and your hands fisted into his tank top, the material sweaty as it clung to his chest. If you could focus, you’d be trying to pull it off him, see the beautiful skin underneath, the man’s gorgeous body.

But what he was doing with his hips felt so good, you couldn’t even think.

“Kiri-Kiri, gonna-ohmygod-gonna-!”

And you came, shuddering as his cock kept fucking back and forth through your folds, twitching against your clit, veins in his dick pulsing and dragging against your skin.

He wasn’t stopping.

“Unhh, I came, please, wait Kirishima-”

“Didn’t you say you wanted to cum on my cock baby? I’m barely getting warmed up.” A feral smile gleamed bright from his lips. “I don’t play like Bakugou, I like messy girls. Gonna get you so fucked out you can’t even speak, can’t even walk. Won’t give him any trouble then, right? You’ll be good? For us?”

The look in his eye told you that you weren’t going to get a choice.

“Fuck Kiri, turn her over when you fuck her cunt so I can use her mouth.” Bakugou’s voice cut in, and your mood soured even more.

But Kirishima was already agreeing, cock still thrusting against your cunt. 

You didn’t get to make decisions anymore.

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Hello :) hope ur doing well and are having the bestest of days xx

so in honour of valentines day i was wondering if u could write a fic of Thomas thorne x modern day ghost reader (the one who died w her phone in that cute fic of yours <3 ) and just a whole load of fluff, maybe something a bit spicy too 💫

reader flirts with Thomas alot (like how girls flirt nowadays) and even goes and straddles his lap oh so confidently, which he gets quote flustered by, reader give him some neck kisses and it's really cute.... gets heated too (sorry im rambling 😣)

+ playing with his hair and hands 😭💔

(im so head over heels for thomas it's not fair *🦋🦋* )

tysm for reading this request, hope you stay safe and healthy (and hydrated ofc). sending lots of love and hugs your way (that your talented self deserves) - thomas would be so proud of you omg 💓💓💓

Hi, Anon!!! 0///0 Thanks so much, you're so sweet! This is a really cute request, I'm sorry I couldn't get it out in time for Valentine's Day. But I hope you enjoy it anyway!! And make sure you stay healthy and hydrated as well!!

There's only one very brief reference to the reader having her phone, but this is the same reader from the other fic I wrote (I just realised I never added that fic to my masterlist because I couldn't think of a title D:) It's a bit short but I hope it's enjoyable!

(Warning for mild spiciness and suggestive flirting)

*

Flirting was done very differently in Thomas' day. Everything was far more subtle, using secret gestures with fans and handkerchiefs to convey your intentions to your beloved. Women were especially expected to keep their flirtations subtle, lest they be shamed for being too eager.

Much had changed in that regard in the nearly 200 years since Thomas' death. It seemed that women nowadays had absolutely no problem letting it be known what they wanted. Or perhaps that was just you. Either way, Thomas was most certainly not complaining, though he did wish that your flirtations didn't make him so easily flustered. He could barely get two words out in response when you so openly -- and dare he say, seductively -- flirted with him.

He had already been sitting in the library for a little while that morning when you came to the door, smiling at him and making his heart flutter, if that were still possible.

"Good morning, gorgeous," you say with a wink, still standing in the doorway. Your smile grows when you hear Thomas' squeak. He takes a moment to compose himself before responding.

"And to you, my dearest. You look as radiant as ever this morning," he tells you, clearly flustered but trying to contain it. That just wouldn't do, would it?

"Aw, thanks Thomas, you're so sweet." You walk over to the window and sit next to Thomas, as close to him as possible. Then you place your hand on top of his, where it was resting on his leg. Thomas' eyes widen ever so slightly. "So... what do you want to do today?" you ask, stroking your fingers against the back of Thomas' hand, up to the little bit of skin on his wrist left exposed by his shirt sleeve, and then back down again.

"I-I am sure that Patrick has something planned for us..." Thomas replies, taking a deep breath before speaking. It was so adorable how such little contact could make him like this. "But... but of course, I shall be happy to do anything you wish to do."

"Anything?" There's a mischievous tone in your voice, as you run your hand up Thomas' arm more firmly than before. You feel his whole body tense up.

"Y-yes. All I wish for is to be by your side, my beloved."

"So you'll do anything?" you ask again, and Thomas nods. "Because I have something special in mind."

Before Thomas even has a moment to react, you've moved yourself so you're sitting on top of him, straddling his lap. He lets out a sharp gasp and you smirk, pulling his collar down slightly so you can kiss his neck.

Thomas opens his mouth to say something, but his mind can barely focus on anything but your lips against his skin to remember exactly what it was. "B-but...we should, uh..." he has to pause for a moment, and the only noise that comes from him is the tiniest moan. He shuts his eyes to try and aid his concentration. "...Should go somewhere... somewhere more private... if someone sees us they may--"

Suddenly your lips are no longer pressed against his neck, and Thomas' eyes open abruptly. You tilt your head to the side, regarding him with a confused expression. "I was going to ask if you wanted to watch this YouTube video I found. I just wanted to kiss you first. I don't know where your mind went, Thomas Thorne."

"Oh. I apologise..." Thomas bashfully turns his gaze downwards, ashamed that he had misread the situation. You let out a little giggle, placing your hands either side of Thomas' face to make him look at you again.

You grin widely, one of your hands moving from his face to run your fingers through his lovely soft curls. "Only teasing, sweetie. Now, let's hurry and get to my room, before anyone sees us."

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