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Hey er ive never done requests before and I don’t really know how to work tumblr at all so I hope I’m doing this right but anyways I saw your post about wanting someone to request Reese Wilkerson stuff and I just wanted to ask if you could make a post just for headcannons about him? I haven’t seen too many on here and I need them so bad 😭

ofc i can! tysm for requesting and ik a lot of other people sent requests for reese too n i'll get to them soon it's just i have an irl crush rn so the delusions aren't really delusioning apologies <3

Reese Wilkerson Hc's

ok i noticed that in the halloween episode in season 7 i believe he's wearing a misfits shirt !! so i think he would like punk, grunge, pop punk, and nu metal. like misfits, descendants, nirvana, limp bizkit, blink 182, sum 41, sublime, beastie boys, really anything punk related

definitely watches wwe and if you're over you're watching it too

he loves watching his favorite scary movies w you and he loves how you like them too!

if you don't like scary movies he dosent mind either bc that just means you'll be hiding in his arms the whole time so he wins either way

i feel like when he first met you he definitely played a prank on you to get your attention or just annoyed you but once you sorted that all out, you join him on his pranks and he swears he's never liked a girl more

if you're smarter than him and you offer to tutor him he'll only do it under one condition: he gets a kiss everytime he gets something right

might be self projecting but he's def a boob guy.

everyone has this image of him as some psycho tough guy but play with his hair and he'll just melt. especially if you have acrylic nails! his head will be in your lap while you guys are watching tv n you'll be playing with his hair and he'll be as quiet as a mouse and malcolm will just be like "how did you do that."

loves it when you borrow his clothes. especially his hoodies. it just does something to him

tbh i feel like he could go for someone with either a more edgier look ( think avril lavigne or bill kaulitz) or someone with the girly 2000s look ( think britney spears or any of the playboy bunny girls )

once you guys have an established relationship he'll spend all his time with you! at first he wasn't sure if it was ok but now that he knows you really like him he's so happy!

i don't think he's big on pda i think hand holding is as far as hell go but i don't think he minds if you kiss him on the cheek

but once you guys are alone omg

cant keep his hands off you!

he's either super horny or super cuddly no in between

you and him always get stuck babysitting jamie and he'll be doing the most normal thing like putting jamie's shoe on or feeding him and youre just stuck staring at him bc he looks so cute!

dates usually consist of movie marathons, him cooking something for you guys, concerts, theater trips, or something really spontaneous like taking a trip to another city just bc you guys were bored.

walks you to all of your classes <3

malcom n dewey really like you and think you keep reese sane

ties your shoes

if you guys have a class together he's always doodling in your notebook whether it's something cute or raunchy

i think he struggles with self image so he needs a lot of reassurance

if you have pets he somehow has an immediate bond with them. they just love him!

he try's really hard to remember things you like for future gifts/dates

i feel like he gives oddly specific compliments, but he has good intentions

"you smell like a slutty fairy"

"is that supposed to be a good thing?"

"duh."

the same way he secretly loves watching soap operas with his mom, is the same way he loves watching all of your shows. like the oc, dawsons creek, whatever you're into!

he would give the best and most thoughtful homemade gifts. tb to when he gave lois little jars of jam! he'd probally do something similar but according to your taste <3

gets jealous easily

it's hot/ cute tho

memorized all your favorite pastries/baked goods n makes them for you when he's feeling nice/ as an apology if he messes up

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txt reacting to your accusations of cheating .. (smau)

notes : okay, i was supposed to be doing the other chapter for "isn't it romantic?" (shameless promo, i know) but im procrastinating...

warning(s): suggestive in yjs, pet names, fem reader, crack

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Literally begging for a Reese x reader, idc what it’s about but if you’re up to it write your heart out ❤️

Unexpected

Pairing: Reese Wilkerson x fem!reader

Summary: A sworn enemy sparks a romance at a halloween party?

Warnings: Language

A/N: sorry guys, i keep going m.i.a!

Word Count: 1.3k

Reese Wilkerson, where would you even start with this boy? You could always say you hated him, that he made your blood boil, that the thought of him made you want to jump into on-coming traffic, but that wasn't enough, that was too ordinary. To keep it short and simple, you loathed him.

Now a lot of people hated him, but you, you had to take that number one spot.

Your hatred started in elementary school, you were sat soundly in your fourth grade class, doing your maths work. Then he walked in, you had heard of Reece before, as he had been a terror in the second grade class across the hall.

"Children, we have a new student today, well kind-of. This is Reese, he moved to this class from Miss Wiggin's class, let's all be the sweetest angels we can be to him!" Your teacher spoke gently. Looking back, you felt horrible for this woman, a young twenty-something lady, in her first year of teaching having to take on the devil in a eight year-olds body for a year.

The children in the class watched as he stood blankly staring at the back wall of the room, silent.

"Honey, how about you go sit next to y/n," your teacher sweetly instructed, "y/n can you please raise your hand."

This is where it started, this very moment. Reese stalked over to the empty seat next to you, deciding to kick your seat as forcefully as an eight year-old could before sitting down. This made your pen glide over the paper, directing on your finished work.

"Are you kidding me!" You yelped, slamming your pen down, before you could even face the menace that caused this, you could hear him giggling away.

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Despite this interaction happening over seven years ago he still does the same giggle everytime he does something to ruin your day, which surprisingly is multiple times a day.

For once there was nothing he could do that would properly piss you off today, since it was halloween, and you were attending your best friend, Orla Presley's party.

You were sat with her in the lunch hall when he spotted you and strided over, "what is it today Reese?" You inquired looking up at the boy. "Wanting my lunch or something? Not surprised you are fat as fuck."

"Wow y/n, where's the kindness?" he taunted, placing his hand over his heart in faux-hurt.

"I'm not in the mood, take the hint and fuck off," you deadpanned in return, making him huff and walk away. "I hate that kid."

"Well y/n, I think he has a crush on you," Orla teased, wiggling her fingers in your face, making you start to laugh.

"Oh yeah, way to get the girl, bully her until she's sixteen, sure he does," you chuckled, pushing Orla's hand out of your face.

"Who knows?" She shrugged in response before starting to chat on about her party.

Orla waved to you as she walked the opposite way from the lunch hall, her having Spanish, and you having English. Then something harshly hit you on the back of the head, before thumping off the floor, it was a metal ball of some sort, then you heard the giggle and looked up to see Reese proudly smirking.

"What the fuck Reese! Leave me alone!" You screamed, walking up to him and bitch-slapping his cheek, "you are such a freak!"

For the first time ever, Reese actually looked upset by your words, he looked affected by your hatred. All he did in return was gulp and nod, before walking away in the direction of the main school doors.

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"You what?" you shrieked, turning away from the light-up mirror in Orla's room to face her in shock.

She started nervously laugh, "I invited Reese Wilkerson," she repeated sheepishly.

"Why! Why would you do that?"

"I know you hate him, but maybe you need to give him a chance, you guys would be such a cute couple!" She insisted in a persuasive tone.

"Please get that thought out of your head Orla!" you begged, before turning back around to finish adding fake blood to your neck.

You and Orla were dressed as pathetic excuses for vampire, all you did was add fake blood to your lip and neck, and darken your under eyes. Outfit-wise you both wore matching flowy black skirts that cut off mid-thigh, with little burgundy off the shoulder knitted jumpers that showed more skin than it covered.

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You were standing at the drinks table flirting with the captain of the football team, Leo Krint, when he walked in. Reese fucking Wilkerson.

He was wearing a skeleton morph suit, minus the mask, and grey sweatpants over the top. You watched as Orla walked straight over to him, pointing right at you. You had to say this threw you off, but then again you were stood right in front of the drinks table, that's probably what she was indicating towards, but you wanted to find out for sure.

"Leo, I need to go, I'll find you later," you hurriedly spoke, leaning up to place a kiss on his cheek.

"Sounds like a plan gorgeous," he replied, walking towards the group of footballers.

You swiftly walked over to Orla and Reece, latching onto your best friend's arm, "Orla, a word?"

"Yeah of course, I'll be right back Reece." He simply nodded before sending you a genuine smile, the first one you'd ever received from him, matter of fact, probably the first one he's ever did.

"Are you trying to set us up or something?" You inquired, crossing your arms.

"Ding, ding, ding," she chimed, grinning at you. Although you did not look pleased, "come on y/n! Give him a chance, I spoke to him earlier he really does like you!"

You hummed for a second, looking over at the boy, who was standing there looking around aimlessly. You had to admit he was pretty cute when he's being civil.

"I mean, he isn't totally ugly, and his smile is really pretty, infatuating really." You smiled softly, "but that doesn't mean I like his personality! It is stricly superficial!"

This made Orla beam, "see! you two would be perfect! Go talk to him!" She demanded, pushing you towards him, whisper-chanting 'go' in your ear.

When you got to him Orla took off to talk to someone else, "bitch," you muttered to yourself. "Hi Reese," you hesitantly spoke.

"I just want to say that I think you look really pretty right now, well you always look pretty, and I don't know why I wanted to make you hate me! Cause now we'll never be anything!" He rapidly blurted out, you making little to nothing out.

You started to laugh, "woah Reese, honey, slow down. I have no clue what you just said."

He started to scratch the back of his neck nervously, "I think you look really pretty, don't get me wrong you always look pretty, but you look beautiful right now."

This made your heart melt, without saying a word you grabbed his hand and walked outside, "if you think all that, then why are you so horrible to me?" you softly asked, still holding onto his hand.

"I don't know," he mumbled, "I know that I fucked up any chance I ever had with you."

"Reese, you'll still have a chance, because you're clearly a sweet boy, you just don't know what to do with yourself." you commented, smiling as you saw his face light up.

"I've been in love with you, since the first time I saw you in that third grade class." He confessed, looking away sheepishly the more he spoke.

All you could think to do in return was kiss him, so that is exactly what you did, your hands slid up his chest and around his neck to rest on the back of his head. Since he was atleast a head taller than you, you had to got up on your tippy toes to connect your lips with his.

His arms immediately snaked around your waist, pulling you flush against him. When the kiss broke he mumbled something about his parents being away out and his house being empty.

Now that was an unexpected night.

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hii ! can i request francis wilkerson (mitm) x fem!reader smut whos really shy with intimacy and francis just guides the reader gently with fluff aftercare?

Lights On (Francis Wilkerson X Reader Smut)

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Summary: You’re not used to being intimate, so Francis makes sure your first time with him is extra special.

A/N: inspired by lights on by shawn mendes teehee i feel like this could be better but whatever

CW: p in v sex, loss of virginity, praise kink, dirty talk, mutual masturbation/exhibitionism/voyeurism, soft dom!Francis maybe ??, kinda talks you through it

***

You weren’t used to being so close to someone. At least not physically. Yes, you had your fair share of partners, but you had never gotten that far with any of them. The lack of action eventually drove them all away, leaving you heartbroken.

Francis was different, though. You thought that after so much time together, he’d be annoyed that you hadn’t had sex with him yet. But he was nothing but kind and understanding, never pushing you or trying to guilt you into anything. When you were finally ready, you knew Francis would make it all worth it.

“Hey, Francis?” You called out to him as you made the bed. The two of you had been living and working at the Grotto for a few months now, and it was absolute bliss.

“Yeah, babe?” He responded, coming out of the bathroom. 

“What’s on your schedule today?” You asked your boyfriend as he fluffed and repositioned your pillows. He let out a puff of air as he thought.

“Not much. I think a few horse rides and taking care of the stables, and then Otto let me have the rest of the night off.” Francis walked around the bed to get to you, resting his hands on your hips. “Why? Did you wanna do something?” He asked as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders.

“I have the night off too, so I was thinking maybe we’d get some dinner from the restaurant and have a night in. What do you think?” You tilted your head to the side at the end of your question, and watched Francis grin down at you.

“I think that sounds perfect.” He responded, kissing your lips. “I can’t wait.”

***

You had been thinking about tonight’s possible events all day. You were a bit surprised you got any work done. You were trying to decide on a good way to tell Francis that you were ready. Of course, you could just come out and say that you wanted to have sex with him. But being so blatant seemed a bit nerve-wracking.

When you got back to your room, you kicked off your shoes and went to the bathroom mirror. The labors of your workday were evident; your clothes were somewhat ruffled and dirty, and your hair was a bit messy. So you decided to take a shower and freshen up, the warm water relaxing the dull ache in your muscles and putting your mind at ease.

“Y/n?” You heard Francis call out as you stepped out of the shower. “I’m home!”

“Just a second!” You shouted through the door. You patted yourself dry, putting on a loose shirt, which was probably Francis’s, and underwear before stepping out of the bathroom.

You watched Francis empty a bag, placing the different takeout boxes from the Grotto restaurant on the table. Hearing you walk in, he looked up, and a smile immediately graced his lips.

“Hey, cutie.” He said, closing the small gap between you and putting a hand on your hip. “How was your day?” He asked after giving you a kiss.

“Better now that you’re here.” You responded, resting your hands on Francis’ shoulders. “I see you brought dinner.”

“Yeah, I was helping set up the tables for dinner, so I figured I’d grab our food when I was done.” 

Francis gently pulled you to the table, pulling a chair out for you. When you sat down, he took the chair next to you and opened the boxes, helping serve you first.

Dinner was filled with delicious food and light conversation. You were grateful when Francis started on a long story about something that had happened during one of his horse rides today, because it distracted you from the nervousness you had felt throughout the day. There was something about Francis that just washed away whatever nagged at you, making you calm and content.

When you were finished eating, the two of you cleared the table. You flopped down on the bed and stretched your limbs.

“So, what do you wanna do?” He asked, looking at you curiously before sitting on the bed next to you.

Now was your chance. You sat up slightly, leaning on your elbows as you looked up at Francis.

“Well…” You started, turning to lay on your side and rest your head in your hand. “I had an idea or two.”

“Oh, yeah?” Francis mirrored your position. “Such as?”

“I…” You suddenly became distracted by Francis’ lips and how close his body was to yours. You pressed your legs together, which didn’t go unnoticed by your boyfriend. He arched an eyebrow, urging you to continue. “We could have sex.”

Francis stared at you briefly, processing what you had just said. He bit his lip, scooting a bit closer to you.

“Are you sure?” He asked, and your heart melted at the fact that he wanted you to be a hundred percent confident in your decision. You nodded. “Are you sure you’re ready? Because we don’t have to.”

“I want to.” You said with finality. “I’m ready. Unless you don’t wanna have sex. I mean, in that case, obviously, we don’t have to, but I’ve been thinking about it for a long time an-”

You were glad that Francis cut off your rambling by wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you into a deep kiss. You moaned into it, letting him guide your body to rest against the pillows on your bed before hovering over you. The hand that didn’t hold him up started to slip under the hem of your shirt.

“Is this okay?” He asked against your lips, and you nodded furiously. But that wasn’t enough for him. “Want you to say it, honey.”

“It’s okay.” You responded immediately in a whine. “More than okay.”

Now having a satisfactory answer, Francis’ hand left feather-light touches on your skin as it went along your side and up to cup one of your boobs. He started tweaking your nipple, and he swallowed the whiny moan you had let out.

“You like that, baby?” Francis asked, his lips leaving yours to kiss down the column of your neck.

“Uh-huh.”

“Want me to take this off?” He asked, toying with the hem of your shirt. You nodded and sat up, helping him tug the article of clothing off and over your head. Now almost entirely bare, Francis stared at you with hunger. “God.” He breathed out, diving in to kiss and grope at your chest, which you happily welcomed. “You’re so pretty, baby.”

Francis has said this to you before. Not a day went by without him complimenting you in some way. But the way he had said it now, voice deep with lust, left you wet and aching. You tried to close your legs together to soothe some of your neediness, but Francis noticed your reaction and smirked up at you.

“You like it when I call you pretty?” He cooed, and you nodded. He grinned, kissing your tits before trailing slowly down your stomach. “I’ll bet you’ll look even prettier when you’re stuffed full with my cock.”

“Francis.” You moaned. You grabbed his shirt, tugging at the fabric. “Can you take it off?”

“Of course, baby.” He uttered softly before kissing your lips and sitting up on the balls of his feet. As he fiddled with the buttons of his shirt, he looked at you, eyes lighting up with a mischievous glint. This meant he had an idea, and you were beyond curious about what it was. “You know what you can do while you wait?”

“What?” 

“You can touch yourself.” The casual tone in Francis’ voice made your breath hitch. “Wanna know how to make you feel good. You can do that, right? Be a good girl and get yourself off for me?”

You squirmed at the ‘good girl’ title, desperately wanting to hear more of that. Hesitantly, one of your hands drifted down your body to your aching core. You wished it was Francis’ hand instead of yours, but yours would do for now.

“You don’t have to be shy, honey,” Francis said reassuringly, pressing a kiss to your knee as he tugged off his button-up and belt, leaving him in jeans and an undershirt. “You can do it.”

Francis’ words gave you the push you needed to pull the seat of your panties to the side and graze over your clit. Begging for stimulation, the delicate touch made you twitch and sigh. Francis’ watchful eyes didn’t help with your heavy arousal.

As Francis got off the bed to tug off his pants, two of your fingers gathered your wetness, spreading it up to your clit before plunging into your pussy. You sighed in relief as you started to finger yourself, movements speeding up to a rhythm that made you writhe around on the bed and throw your head back in pleasure. 

Francis’ cock hardened at the sight of you, making him groan. Standing in his boxers, he started palming himself while watching your movements. It was like he was studying you, memorizing the pace of your fingers thrusting in and out of yourself and how you rubbed at your clit with your other hand.

Eventually, your movements started to falter, your hand growing tired of the fast motions. Hearing a whimper fall from your lips from the lack of stimulation you needed, Francis crawled onto the bed.

“Need help, baby?” He asked.

“Please.” You mewled, letting Francis grab your wrists and pull your hands away from between your thighs.

Francis’ finger prodded at your entrance, slowly entering you to get you used to his touch. You groaned, moving your hips to try to quicken his pace. Getting the message, Francis started fingering you at the same pace that you had previously, soon adding a second finger.

When his thumb began rubbing at your clit, you jolted.

“Oh, Francis.” You moaned, the coil in your stomach quickly tightening. “Francis, I’m- I’m gonna…”

“Come on, pretty girl, you can do it.” Francis coaxed, gaze constantly switching between your legs and your face. “Come for me, Y/n. Come on my fingers.”

As if those were the magic words, you snapped. Your orgasm overcame you, and you groaned and babbled as your legs shook from the immense pleasure. Francis kept up his pace to ride you through your climax. When you came down, he slowed to a stop, removing his fingers and licking up your arousal until his fingers were clean.

“Was that okay?” He asked, staring at you with a serious look. The question made you giggle.

“More than okay.” You replied. 

“Are you sure you still wanna-”

“Yes.” You interrupted. “Please, Francis. I want you so bad.”

Francis took a deep breath, thoroughly aroused by your begging. He reached over to his bedside table, opening the drawer to pull out a condom from a pack that he had bought so he’d be prepared if you ever decided you were ready. Opening the foil wrapper, he shoved off his boxers, and you watched his dick spring up, finally free from its confinements. You gulped when looking at the size of him, but still kicked off your panties with eagerness.

Once the condom was rolled on, Francis settled between your legs and looked up at you.

“I’ll go slow. If you need me to stop, just tell me.” You nodded, and he raised his eyebrows, clearly wanting a verbal answer. “Okay?”

“Okay.”

Grabbing himself, Francis swept the tip through your folds to gather your wetness and spread it with his hand before pressing to your entrance. With one final look for confirmation, Francis slowly pushed in, his free hand grabbing yours.

You inhaled sharply. The feeling was a bit strange; filling and pleasurable, but with a slight sting of pain. But you didn’t want Francis to stop. 

When he buried himself to the hilt, he stopped, wanting you to adjust to him. He planted constant kisses on any skin he could reach, mumbling praises to you that made you wetter.

“Francis.” You said, and he lifted his head from your shoulder to look at you. “Move, please.”

Slowly, Francis pulled out until just the tip was in. Then he started thrusting in and out of you at a light pace, eyeing your expressions to make sure you weren’t feeling anything other than pleasure.

“Faster.” You whined, arching your back as Francis quickened his pace. 

“Doing so good for me, baby.” Francis groaned, nipping at your chest. Your hands flew to his hair, gripping at the nape of his neck to try to ground yourself. “Such a good girl.”

You moaned loudly, hoping that any neighbors or people passing by couldn’t hear you. But then again, if they did, you wouldn’t care. You were too wrapped up in the feeling of Francis filling you to the brim, making you feel things you’d never felt with another person.

“You look so pretty.” He mumbled, watching his cock disappear inside of you and feeling you flutter around him at the compliment. “Feel so good.”

“Feels so good, Francis.” You groaned. A hand went down to rub at your clit, and Francis knew that you were close. He gently removed your hand to replace it with his own.

“Come when you’re ready, Y/n.” He said, free hand gripping your thigh. 

Once again, the pleasure swirled inside of you until you couldn’t take it anymore and snapped. You let out a guttural moan, this orgasm more powerful and overwhelming than the last. Your pussy squeezed Francis’ cock tightly, and soon enough, he came as well, spilling into the condom.

When Francis stopped his thrusting and laid on top of you, the room was filled with heavy pants as the two of you caught your breath. 

“You did so good, baby.” Francis praised you, pressing a few quick kisses to your cheeks before kissing you on the lips. “How was it?”

“Perfect.” You muttered with a blissed-out smile, clearly exhausted. 

“I’m glad.” Francis grinned, lifting himself off of you. 

He pulled out of you, making you pout at the sudden lack of fullness. He went into the bathroom, soon coming back with a damp washcloth. Gently, he wiped you clean, pressing a kiss to each of your knees. Then he threw the cloth into the hamper, going to the dresser to grab clothes for the both of you.

Now dressed in another one of his shirts and some shorts, you curled into him as he lay on the bed next to you. 

“I love you, Y/n.” He whispered into your hair, stroking your back.

“I love you too, Francis.” You replied softly, soon dozing off.

***

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Man in the Moon Ch.1 - Night Out

Dabi x f!Reader

Rating: Explicit (this chapter is PG-13 at most but it will get darker)

Don't like don't read: reader insert, yandere, kidnapping

This is the first chapter to this series I'm starting for Dabi x f!Reader! Unlike some of my other stuff this may get a bit darker, but I will make sure to thoroughly tag when it does!

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The winds blew forcefully against you, cold and sharp against your skin. Silently cursing yourself over your choice of dress, as it did nothing to prevent the wind and drizzle of rain. You had been out late partying with friends, or at least you thought so until you couldn’t find them. Your phone was dead, the trains were all delayed and partially damaged due to a recent villain attack, and like hell you were about to pay for a taxi that cost an arm and leg. Not that you had the cash after the night out anyways. Walking towards what seemed to be the right direction, you quickly learned that it wasn’t. Whilst stuck in your thoughts you ended up in a park of some sorts. The playground and other areas had been modified for different quirks, accessible for all types of people to hang out.

Although the surrounding trees caught parts of the wind, you could tell the storm was only getting worse. At this rate you’d feel like you’d freeze to death before dawn broke. Seeing a small cave in the distance you figure that was the best bet at some ounce of comfort. Making your way there you heard a snap. It was the heel of your shoe snapping off, causing you to twist your ankle in the process. It wasn’t much further when you had managed to limp your way to whatever comfort a dry cave could bring.

Sitting down on the dirt floor you let out a loud sigh, the noise echoed around you. Opening your bag you pulled out a handkerchief and tried the best you could to wipe off the mud and rain. “I don’t think that rag’s gonna help you at all babe. But damn do you look pathetic right now.” A deep voice called out, causing you to jump a whip your head around trying to find its source. Footsteps came closer as from the dark of the cave you saw two ice blue eyes pierce through the black. The man almost looked worse off than you, with the exception of not being soaking wet. He smelled of ash and campfire, clothing dirtied by mud. His face, neck, and arms were covered in deep purple scar tissue, seemingly only still attached by the accompanying staples. Taking his thumb he wiped away a bead of blood that had formed by his eye.

“Don’t worry I’m like you, just waiting out the storm…” His eyes traced your form, staring just a second longer than what felt normal. “But unlike you at least I can keep warm.” Showing off he snapped his finger and a tiny blue flame bloomed. It’s warmth tempting, but the man who stood in front of you set off all the wrong signals. Even still, you couldn’t help but shiver in response. Either the man took pity on you or he had something to gain from this, whatever his reason he took a seat next to you. Instinctively you tried to put some distance between you two, your twisted ankle objected, causing you to wince. “Easy babe, easy. Being honest I’m fuckin exhausted, and I’m not gonna try anything. Besides I don’t even know your name sweetheart.”

You replied telling him your name, accidently going on a rant and massively oversharing in the process. You told him about the night you had, getting abandoned, poor luck with the trains, even explaining colorfully how you twisted your ankle. Admittedly this mystery man was good at listening. You learned his name was Dabi, it sounded familiar, but nothing came to mind. Could have been a customer at the coffee shop you worked at. The rain wasn’t letting up any, and to your surprise he found some sticks that ended up in the cave before the downpour, dry and perfect for a fire. Dabi made quick work of the setup, and in no time at all there was a campfire that let the two of you keep warm. To go with the fire you reached back into your bag and pulled out some slightly squished granola bars.

“Ah, I see some one is a fan of fine dining.” Dabi snickered as he took the small snack.

“Hey at least be grateful I have something and that I’m willing to share.” You barked back, giggling at the end. After all, a broken snack was the bare minimum for the thanks you felt with the roaring fire drying you off. The two of you opened the bars and stared outside into the darkness. Although the rain had not let up in the slightest, the moon shone brightly through the clouds. It was full and you could see the craters, remembering all the different stories you’ve heard about why they are there and what they look like. “What do you think it looks like?” you asked, a bite of granola still rolling around in your mouth. Dabi looked at you and made a questioning sound. “You know, the moon. Everyone has a different story for it. Sometimes it’s a bunny pounding mochi, other times it’s a face or just some cheese.”

“Don’t care, it’s just a rock.” That was his answer, tone distracted and distant.

“Aw come on, everyone knows it’s just a rock. You’re a real people person huh.” You shrugged, turning your gaze back to the sky.

“Alright fine, I guess it looks like a face. The moon’s got one fucked up face with scars and whatnot. An ugly motherfucker.” He spoke, finishing his sentence with a bite to his snack. You gulped down a piece of yours before speaking up.

“I wouldn’t say ugly, after all a pretty face is nice, but it’s not worth much if the person it’s attached to doesn’t have a story to tell.” It was blatantly obvious that the moon comment was an attempt to stab at his own self-image. Maybe it’s not your business in the slightest, but he was nice enough to help you out, being kind is the least anyone can do. After that the two of you sat in silence, watching the rain. Having been out all night you could feel your eyelids getting heavy. Your exhausted form gently rested against Dabi, drawn in by his warmth. It was so quiet with the crackling of the fire you hadn’t realized you fell asleep in a stranger’s arms.

He waited a few moments just to make sure you had actually fallen asleep. Reaching down into a pocket he pulled out a pink flip phone with a bunny keychain. Pressing a few numbers, the phone was answered almost immediately. The phone flipped shut as in the darkness of the cave, a swirl of purple opened up.

#dabi x female reader #dabi x reader #toya todoroki #bnha #mha #bnha fanfiction #mha fanfiction #fanfiction #mitm #reader insert #yandere bnha #yandere dabi #yandere

[lucky-peoqle]

hi im watching malcolm in the middle with my family and i wanna know if there's still a fandom at all still lol,, ive watched this show this since forever and ive had a crush on malcolm and reese since i was five 😹😹 also my family is literally the wilkersons so pls interact if ur a fan,, if anyone wants ill write imagines/hcs (x readers) cuz why not 😋😋 just send in requests

#malcolm in the middle #mitm #pls interact #plz i beg #malcolm in the middle x reader #malcolm in the middle imagines

[luvrlou]

Nail Polish

Pairing: Reese Wilkerson x fem!reader

Warnings: N/A

Summary: Y/N finds Reese's many bottles of nail polish and paints his nails.

A/N: I have 7 requests and 8 drafts sitting incomplete rn but I saw a headcanon about Reese wearing nail polish so I had to do this.

Y/N’s knuckles lightly hit the front door of the Wilkerson household, when the door swings open she is greeted by Lois, “Y/N! how have you been?" Lois smiles, her hands finding her hips.

“I’ve been great Mrs Wilkerson, thank you for asking!” She smiled with a nod, "how about you?"

"I have been doing well, despite the boys running amok." Lois' laughed, "well, come in, I assume you are here for Reese."

"Yeah! I've not seen him at all this week!"

Lois gestured for her to enter their house, "he's in his bedroom, you know he's been much more behaved ever since you met him," she laughed.

"Thank you Mrs Wilkerson!"

Y/N made her way through to the boys' shared room to find Reece sprawled out across his bed.

"Hey Reece!" She grinned, walking through the door, his face instantly lit up due to her unexpected arrival.

"Y/N! I missed you so much!" He beamed running up to the girl and engulfing her in a hug.

Reece buried his face in her neck and kissed her shoulder, Y/N giggled at the boy, looking around his room. Her giggles became more apparent when she saw a small group of around six or seven bottles of nail polish in different shades sitting on his bedside table.

"Reece?" She question, receiving a hum back from the boy to indicate that she should continue, "Is that nail polish?"

Reece instantly pulled away from her and started spluttering out words of denial, as he did this Y/N made her way over to the group of nail polish bottles, she picked up a bluish-grey colour and twisted it in her hands, admiring the colour.

At this point Reece had stopped rambling and instead just sat on his bed red-faced.

"Reece..." Y/N drawled, clearly wanting something, "could I paint your nails?"

"No! Absolutely not!" He quickly said, facing away from Y/N.

"Why not?" She whined, "you would look so cute"

"I don't want to look cute!"

"Please," she smiled, trying her best attempt at puppy-dog eyes.

Reece rolled his eyes, with a smile plastered on his face at your eagerness, "okay, fine! Yes you can paint my nails."

Y/N jumped onto the bed beside Reece, the nail polish she was holding earlier still in her hands. She grabbed Reece's hands and placed them in front of her.

Once she unscrewed the cap she got straight to painting, Reece watched the focused girl intently as she applied the polish to the last nail.

"Now we must wait for your nails to dry and then you will have to most pretty nails in the whole world!" Y/N chuckled, causing Reece to laugh.

'Well thank you, I really like the colour!" He replied softly, which was quite out of character for the loud teenager.

#Reese wilkerson x reader #Reese x reader #mitm x reader #Malcolm in the middle x reader #mitm Reese x reader #lou writes fanfic

[bangstanfics]

Man in the Mask || KTH

***WIP DROP - COMING IN.... WHO KNOWS WHEN HONESTLY?? TT-TT***

☆ Pairing: Magician!Taehyung x Assistant!Reader

☆ Word Count: ???

☆ Rating: 18+ 

☆ Genre: Magician AU, Strangers to Friends to Lovers, 

☆ Warnings: Smut, explicit language, and sexual tension

☆ Summary: Taehyung, the lead magician in a raunchy magic show, is in desperate need of a new assistant and you, in desperate need of a job, decided to audition.

☆ A/N: I CAME UP WITH THIS IDEA WHEN I WAS IN VEGAS AND WATCHED CRIS ANGEL PERFORM LIVE. THAT MAN IS IN HIS 50′S BUT SEXY AF AND THUS THIS FIC WAS BORN. DON’T JUDGE ME, BUT THE IDEA OF A SEXY MAGICIAN PERFORMING A SEXY MAGIC SHOW IN FRONT OF EVERYONE OPENS UP THE DAM

(Me: I’m not really into voyeurism

Also me: They were practically having sex up on that stage and I am ALL for it)

#taehyung x you #reader insert #bts reader insert #taehyung au #taehyung smut #bangstanfics wip #MITM #Man in the Mask #bts

[the-fiction-witch]

Monster in the mirror p12

REAL LIFE X MITM

COUPLE TBS X READER

RATING ADORABLE

 I smiled as I sat on the sofa in the living room, beside the fire the glow and warmth across the room, the fire made the shadows dance across the walls, my feet against the soft and warm rug, a blanket of light silver with shining stars across it sat across my lap, the record spun playing gentle vocalless songs, the clock on the mantle ticked chiming a bell tolled version of beethoven's nineth apon the top of the hour, the cracking of the fire wood sometimes making me almost just, I held the book of alice thought the looking glass in my hands, closed slightly covering the hard back cover.

"Does your book sadden you my love?" I heard Thomas ask where he sat on the other side of the sofa with his own blanket and his own book

"At times it does" I answered

"I will not have my queen be sad" he says taking my book from me and kissing away a tear that has slipped from my eye "I cannot bear to let a another tear slip from your eyes, for each that does cracks my heart another inch, I cannot bare my love to be sad" he says

"It's a good sad, sometimes sadness is good without the sad, the good wouldn't feel as nice"

"I suppose thats true. But I still do not ever want my queen to feel sadness" he says as the clock chimed "it's time for bed"

"Thomas it's barely-"

"I know, come" he says tugging my hand I held his and followed him as he took me to the mirror "y/n, my darling, i know you do not like it here and I know this seems so rash but, I love you, I adore you with ever fiber of being. I ask of you my love, my queen. Stay here with me. You shall never want for anything again, you shall never feel a unwanted sadness, you will live here with me in our perfect little paradise for all of time, and you shall never come to even the tiniest pin prick of harm" he explained "but if you wish to go my love, it will sadden me more to keep you here if you are unhappy" he explained

"Thomas... I'll be honest I want to stay I mean an eternity in paradise with you, but I will also admit that there are things what make me want to return, questions I don't know the answers to"

"Then ask them my love"

"If I stay will I have to eat... Like you?"

"Only of you choose to. I can make human food for you if that's what you'd rather eat"

"If we are forever here, will the world on the other side change?"

"It will as you saw the house is aging but the mirror will always stay"

"If I was to stay here, could we have children? Or would they not work between us? Or in this time stopped world?" I asked and he smiled fixing my hair

"If you wanted a child. I would give you as many as you asked off me my love" he cooed

"Would they appear like the other things I ask for or would they grow in my stomach?"

"They would grow in your stomach, and I would care for you and them until the end of time itself" he says

"Okay"

"Okay?"

"Okay... Then I would like to stay"

"You- you mean it! You'll stay?"

"I will, I mean the mirrors not going anywhere. It's always a door if I want it isn't it?"

"Of course it is my love," he smiled Happily kissing me "I love you my queen"

"I love you too" I giggled hugging him close.

[squireofgeekdom]

Fic Writer Interview

Tagged by the excellent @philcoulsonismyhero

Name: Call me Squire! I’m also squireofgeekdom on ao3.

Fandoms: Oh gosh, I think I listed all of these out for a meme recently and there are ... a lot. I’ve got a big ongoing idw tf g1 fic, that’s meet in the middle, and I’ve been writing various fics for the flash (despite uhhhh very much not having been up to date on the show for years...  XD they’re s1/s2 centric, by and large)... hmmm, what else is on the first page of my fics? The Murderbot Diaries, an End Times (webseries - go watch it!)/Old Guard crossover, Tales of Arcadia... My top 5 fandoms per ao3 are idw tf g1, the flash, the mcu, star wars, and the west wing (one of these things is not like the others XD)

Two-shot: I think I have four of them:

A Black Cat on Halloween, a Tales of Arcadia fic centered on Hisirdoux and Archie - the split is between one Halloween and the next, pre and post Wizards

Quills, which is a IDW TF G1 daemon au fic, centered on First Aid and Ratchet during and post Luna-1. The split is between the first chapter in First Aid’s pov and the second chapter in Ratchet’s pov - normally I wouldn’t blink at having multiple character pov’s in one chapter with scene breaks, but there’s enough else going on in this fic with nonlinear narration that the split made sense for me. Mind the tags.

And two End Times crossovers, one more recent and one much older: Quynh and Sebastian are Wolverine? an End Times and The Old Guard crossover, and What Kind of Day Has it Been? an End Times (web series) and West Wing crossover. In both cases the break is where an episode break would be in an episode of the webseries

Most popular multi-chapter: By both kudos and bookmarks, that’s Does it Hurt? a MCU CACW au fic that was never meant to be a multichap and grew into a fixit - which is also my most popular fic overall by those metrics. By comment threads that’s Meet in the Middle, my current ongoing idw tf g1 fic, a canon divergence au with eventual driftrod - though since mitm is at 16/26 chapters, comment threads is a bit of an unfair comparison to a 5 chapter multichap like Does it Hurt? XD

Actual worst part of writing: The fact that it requires both time and energy. Do you know how many things I would have written if I did not have to have both of those things to write. Do you.

How you choose your titles: Oh god. Titles are either ‘oh yeah, i had this early in the wip stage’ or like. the worst. Uh ... single word or short phrase titles, song lyrics, relevant quote from the canon, it’s What It Says On The Tin... all of these are things that I’ve used.

Do you outline: It depends on the fic, but usually for anything that’s longish / plotty / part of a series, I have something down - it varies a lot between like, bullet points, rambling paragraph of like ‘something something and then THING and we have to get into X’, and really detailed scene by scene outlines

Ideas I probably won’t get around to but wouldn’t it be nice: oh god don’t come for me like this. there are so many. every time I look back at old writing memes it’s like oh yeah. there are sentences from that abandoned wip sitting in my google drive. the multichap post-movie old guard fic? the tonyrhodey pacific rim au? and like. i’ve accepted that i’m almost certainly not going to get around to finishing them but like. wouldn’t it be nice? sure it would! it really would! plus like every one shot crossover thing that i’ve posted that readers have been like ‘hey this is great, i really enjoyed x, i’d love to see more of this if you ever decide to continue’ me too buddy. me too. (I very much appreciate those comments, to be clear) gosh. just like. looking through old aus and crossovers i’d discussed with friends??? so many i love dearly as they are and would also love to like. exist as fic in the world also. i am currently holding myself back from writing a cisco and eobard centric werewolf au (because of course that’s in my brain. of course it is. there could not Be any more Me thing) by the skin of my fucking teeth because i have so many other flash wips. THERE ARE SO MANY. SO. MANY.

Callouts @ me: JESUS FUCK SQUIRE, WHY DO YOU HAVE SO MANY WIPS (because it’s fun)

also - also - for fuck’s sake, squire, truly - truly - you do not have to use dashes - every - other - word (yes I do and I have no intention of stopping)

Best writing traits: Hmm what did I mention last time... character voice/narration voice, internal monologue, action sequences..... also lots of aspec and trans headcanons in my fics. is that a writing strength? it is now.

Spicy tangential opinion: i don’t know that it’s a spicy take but i will take this opportunity to continue my endless effort to raise awareness of the wonderfulness of & tags! & tags! use them for focal platonic&familial (&otherwise nonromantic/nonsexual) relationships in your fics! don’t forget that you can search on them if that’s what you’re looking for! (I am searching for & tags all! the! time!)

uhhh what else, please leave kudos and positive comments on fics you enjoy when you can, be kind to people, not everything is going to be For You / your cup of tea and that is okay, ao3 is an amazing work of fanwork preservation and has a search system that’s the envy of every academic database i’ve searched in and i’d like to give all the volunteers brownies/the dessert of their choice, be kind to people. truly my spiciest opinions.

#squire's adventures in the archive

[agaypanic]

Like thoughts on writing for cynthia sanders (not writing one now)

im glad you sent a follow up bc i was so confused for a minute lol (context: anon first sent a message that just said "cynthia sanders x reader?" which confused me bc i don't write for her)

i honestly might add her to my writing list. i really like her character and although i get why she got written off (storywise, idk the irl reason why tania stopped appearing on mitm), i feel absolutely robbed that cynthia was only really in like 5 or so episodes.

just a disclaimer tho, if/when i start writing for cynthia, i won't write any cynthia x malcolm fics. although i love the two of them together (i believe that they never offically got together bc they would've been too powerful of a duo/couple and bc malcolm's supposed to always be miserable lol), i only write x readers.

#agaypanic #malcolm in the middle #malcolm in the middle x reader #cynthia sanders #cynthia sanders x reader

[nothingman]

Confide

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A pair of damning advisories independently published Wednesday raise serious questions about the security assurances of Confide, a messaging app that's billed as providing "battle tested, military grade" end-to-end encryption and is reportedly being used by individuals inside the US government.

One of bulletins, published by security firm Quarkslab, warned that current versions of Confide—including those available for Macs, PCs, iPhones, Android devices, and Apple Watches—don't provide true end-to-end encryption at all, at least as that term is commonly defined. Unlike competing secure messaging app Signal—which prevents even authorized insiders from accessing the keys needed to decrypt messages—Confide engineers, or people who hack the Confide service, can easily create keys that can be used to decrypt messages as they're sent in real time.

Quarkslab researcher Jean-Baptiste Bédrune tested Confide and found that the main encryption layer protecting messages in transit is transport layer security (TLS), a protocol that's trivial for authorized people inside Confide to turn off. TLS has faced its share of bypass hacks over the more than two decades it has been in use. In Wednesday's post Bédrune wrote:

The end-to-end encryption used in Confide is far from reaching the state of the art. Building a secure instant messaging is not easy, but when claiming it, some strong mechanisms should really be enforced since the beginning.

The confidentiality of the exchanged messages depends on the robustness of TLS. Confide can technically read all the messages that pass through its servers. End-to-end encryption, as it is implemented, solely relies on the server through which the messages pass.

To prove the point, the researcher modified a Confide app to bypass TLS protections so that it behaved as if Quarkslab was in the same position as it would be in Confide's own network. He quickly discovered that the Confide protocol—which governs the way apps on all supported platforms behave—provides no mechanism allowing the receiver to verify the origin of the message or the authenticity of the sender. Instead, Confide simply decrypts the message without verifying its integrity. He wrote:

Thus, the Confide server could generate its own key pair and transmit the public part to a client when the latter requests the public key of a recipient (we only note that Confide is able to do so, not that it does so). This client then unknowingly encrypts a message that can be decrypted by the server. Finally, when the server sends the message to the recipient, it is able to re-encrypt the message with its own key for the actual recipient.

This is a classic man-in-the-middle attack against Diffie-Hellman based protocols, which works by design of the Confide protocol. Confidentiality of the communications is in fact provided by TLS, and not by the end-to-end encryption mechanism provided by Confide. This limits the possibilities of MitM to the Confide server, which acts here as a trusted third party.

But wait, there's more

To make matters worse, the Confide protocol currently offers no mechanism for synchronizing keys used by different devices. When a user wants to connect a new device to an existing account, a new public key is sent to the Confide server and is added to the user's key set. A user can end up having several keys and Confide provides no way for users to check the key set or revoke individual keys. Bédrune drew two conclusions from this lack of synchronization:

The Confide server can add a key when it returns a user's profile. The sender of a message then protects the message key with the recipient real public key and the one added by the server. There is no way to detect this.

The end-to-end encryption mechanism provides a very low protection: the overall security of communications is based on TLS. Without this layer, the compromise of communications would be trivial. An attacker in the middle man position could inject a public key when sending a user's profile to the server, and decrypt messages sent on the fly.

Quarkslab also found that two other key Confide security features—one that securely deletes messages and another that prevents the taking of screenshots—could also be defeated. The security company said it would provide more details in a future post.

In a statement, a Confide official dismissed the legitimacy of the research. The statement said:

The researchers intentionally undermined the security of their own system to bypass several layers of Confide's protection, including application signatures, code obfuscation, and certificate pinning. The attack that they claim to be demonstrating does not apply to legitimate users of Confide, who are benefiting from multiple security protections that we have put in place. Undermining your own security or taking complete control of a device makes the entire device vulnerable, not just the Confide app.

Like with Apple's iMessage and other end-to-end encrypted messengers, it is theoretically possible that we could man-in-the-middle attack ourselves. Obviously, we would never do this. We will also soon be releasing an update that adds support for independent fingerprint verification, further ensuring that conversations are end-to-end encrypted and that only the intended recipients can read their messages.

The statement is notable for several reasons. First, the modified app merely put Bédrune in the same position Confide servers are in. Had Signal undergone the same modifications, its true end-to-end encryption would have prevented the researcher from carrying out the same decryption attacks. What's more, the second paragraph effectively confirms Bédrune's claim that Confide could decrypt any message that passed through its servers. Last, "we would never do this" is antithetical to any claim of "battle tested military grade" end-to-end encryption. True end-to-end encryption means "I can't."

The Quarkslab critique came around the same time that IOActive, a separate security company, issued its own Advisory regarding Confide. It found "numerous security issues," including the same lack of fingerprint authentication reported by Quarkslab. Like Quarkslab, IOActive warned this allowed Confide to conduct man-in-the-middle attacks. Other flaws included:

A message notification system that didn't require a valid TLS certificate for apps to communicate with the server, an omission that would expose session information to people sharing the same network as an end user

The ability of the app to transmit unencrypted messages with no warning

Files that uploaded before a user sent the message they were attached to

A failure to use authenticated encryption, which allowed Confide to alter messages in transit

A weakness in the app that allowed attackers to obtain real names, e-mail addresses, and phone numbers associated with all user accounts

The failure to prevent brute-force attacks on user account passwords and the acceptance of easy-to-guess passwords

"Testing versions 4.0.4 for Android and 1.4.2 for Windows and OS X, IOActive was able to recover over 7,000 records for users registered between the dates of 2017-02-22 to 2017-02-24," the advisory warned. "This data also indicated that between 800,000 and one million user records were potentially contained in the database."

The advisory went on to say that Confide had fixed "issues identified as critical" but didn't say precisely which ones it was referring to. In the statement, the Confide official wrote:

"Our security team is continuously monitoring our systems to protect our users' integrity and we were able to detect anomalous behavior and remediate many of the issues during IOActive's testing in real time. Not only have these issues been resolved, but we also have no detection of them being exploited by any other party."

The statement didn't explain why IOActive was able to obtain 7,000 user records if the anomalous behavior was detected and remediated in real time.

Quarkslab's Bédrune said that Confide officials have been responsive and plan to fix the flaws he has reported. Still, taken together, the reports demonstrate a surprising lack of rigor for the maker of a confidential messenger that claims to offer end-to-end encryption. For people who are really counting on their messages being private, Signal or WhatsApp are undoubtedly better choices.

via Ars Technica

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