#thank you kind anon xxx I appreciate you taking the time to write that

[crayonurchin]

im 23 and you won’t CATCH me at a club but here are some questions i ask myself when im considering saying no to plans: what about this sounds stressful? will i be able to get quiet time or even *leave* if i am not enjoying myself? are there people with me who recognize when i’m not having fun who will check in with me? will i be able to access what i need to regulate (food, water, meds, whatever) during the event? <- these usually give me a much better idea of why i dont want to go and if i should push through. if it sounds mid, i dont know anyone, and cant leave, im not gonna even try. best of luck !!

Okay this is legit really good advice, and thank you for it <3

I already have security in leaving because I don't drink, so at any point I could drive home. And I do think that some of the aesthetics would be fun.

But staying up SO late, paying a fair bit of money, wearing uncomfortable clothes, blasting lights but also really dark and (big thing for me) music I don't like, are all parts of it.

Also people get mad emotional at these things I find, and I don't want to be around drunk crying or shouting or over-affection or- any of it.

Thank you for reminding me to use 'grounding' questions. Still got some wobbly emotions about it but that's okay, I prefer a wobble to a spiral <3

[screampied]

Hii hii hii omg I'm totally late but I wish you a very happy b'day. Your writing brings orgasm to each wanting...person (I was supposed to say lady but there are other genders who enjoy your work) but you get the point. Anyways I love you and your writing /platonic and wish you the very best in life

HI ANON im late as balls but thank you sm 🤵‍♀️💗 ! ! ! im sincerely glad that you enjoy my silly work that means so much :’))) hehe i understand! i loveeee you too you beautiful person, i wish you nothing but happiness in life also. happy holidays!

( asks i missed earlier 💘)

LOLLL ITS FINE. thank you, kind squirter 🫡. no worries !!! im just glad you’re here don’t worry about not knowing what to say hehe. TOJI ….. YES. I FULLY UNDERSTAND. THANKYOU AGAIN MWAH

thank you, sealie baby. 🫦my day was good! this hangover is beating my fucking ASS but we shall be alright !!!! im ab to call it a night in about a hour tho to sleep it off. i loveuuuu too mwahmwah xxx

THANKYOY AASHI GRAHHHH

thank you dearest wife 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️. where’s my present </3 also i cooked for you again, it isn’t poisoned like SOMEONE did last time. and oh… that. well! that’ll probably charge you, sorry ;)

THANKYOU SO MUCHHHH WOAH WHAT. i appreciate u tons for reading my work my luv :((( that warms my heart a ton, ahhhh thankyou for ur kindness. have a good rest of your day, ‘kay?

AAAA THANKYOY 🤥NONNIE!!! also if you’re new, welcome !!!!! and happy birthday to ur mum ! hope she has the bestest day

KITTY THANKYOUUUUU gojo n nanami omg, i’ll take em off ur hands ur so kind 💆‍♀️💆‍♀️💆‍♀️💗💖💓

omg demon THANK YOUUU :(((( youuuu are the sweetest, this means so much. hehehe that’s right, screamiest of the pies BAYBEEEEE. im lactose so i unfortunately cannot eat cake but heh ill eat toji’s ass instead as a substitute <3 (who said that) THANKYOUUU THOOOOO ILY. and oooh i’ll look at this link rn :3

hihi lizard thank u sm 🥰🥰 !!!! i hope you have a good day too, you’re amazing always remember that and mwaaaaah ily2

[pseudowho]

I love you and your writing haitch, I'm sure many people do, dw about them inbox haterssss they're all anons I'm sure, ppl with no life hating a successful person with an actual life LOL what's new. Anyway don't worry I love you😊💜💜💜💜

This feels topical! I've just answered an 'example' one, as I do every now and then.

Thank you so much for reading my work. I love you for taking the time to do that. It's more appreciated than you know. And thank you for being kind.

☝️ me with each new attempt on my happiness

Love,

-- Haitch xxx

[ayyy-pee]

I love 'The Great Debate'. I think it's one of my favourite fics that I've ever read on Tumblr.

I must confess, I came across it randomly on AO3 and I usually don't really read much on AO3, but I was completely and utterly captivated by your series, and I just read the whole thing in one go.

I honestly really, really enjoyed it. I thought it was incredibly witty and well-paced, and I just loved the way you tackled the characters and wrote the dialogue, and I was just so wholeheartedly charmed by it.

I've reread it multiple times, to be honest, and I keep checking your page just to see if you've updated your fic. It is just so, so, so good.

I'm a real sucker for academic rivalry stories, and I just thought you tackled things brilliantly. Your fic is engaging. It is clean and crisp. It is sexy. I love it—truly.

I really enjoyed the build-up of the relationship and I just loved how sizzling the sexual tension was, and I loved the whole dance-floor scene, and I absolutely loved how you tackled their relationship.

(Also, just as a note, I think the way you portrayed her loss of virginity was the most believable I've ever seen in my life in any type of literature/media.)

I keep coming back to this fic.

I honestly can't really choose what my favourite part of this fic is. I loved the introduction—it set the scene perfectly and I love how she has an answer for everything. I loved the strange tension between them when she was going out with Satoru. I loved, loved the nightclub scene. I was completely enamoured with 'Chapter Ten'. It was so, so, so incredibly well-written and it was just the right amount of passion, sexiness and softness. I am in love with it.

I really hope you will continue with this series because it holds a very special place in my heart.

Sending lots of love your way xxx

(As is customary, I believe, I'd like to also use this as an opportunity to thank you for taking the time to write, edit and share this story with us. I really, really appreciate it. Hope you're getting enough food, sleep, rest, etc. xxx)

HELLO?!?!?!

Omg first, thank you SO MUCH for this detailed message. I LOVE getting things like this. I so appreciate your kind words and how much you loved TGD. This is actually very funny that I got this message because yesterday I thought to myself - "damn i really wanna pick this fic back up."

Then you send me this and I'm just...ugh. THANK YOU. It's the inspiration I needed.

Also, weird question, I've gotten several other anon messages about TGD and another fic of mine. Are those from you as well? This fic doesn't get as much attention as my other Suguru fics so I just wanted to know. It's so nice to see someone who loves it so much!! <3

If it's not you who sent more anon asks then...WHERE ARE YALL COMING FROM LOL!!!!

Thank you so much for reading and loving it!!! MWAH <3

[honeyhotteoks]

Hi Chai :~) Chp. 7 of tnt slapped - I enjoyed it SO much. You develop your storylines so sensitively, it's a such dream to read your writing. I know you said you it was tricky to work out how to write the time skips and connect all the threads together but honestly? I think you nailed the pacing, I wouldn't have ever been able to tell that was something you were having to wrestle with. And apart from those yungi texts (although lol, we love a bit of angst) this chapter was such good vibes.

I'm also loving how mc's relationships with wooyoung, san, seonghwa, hongjoong etc are being developed. And I especially love when you drop in characters' scents. You always drop it in when the relationship dynamic between mc and the character in question shifts a bit... when it gets more intimate - and it's such a lovely touch. Mingi's cocoa and cinnamon, yunho's warm rain and cedar - and in this chapter, seonghwa's freshly brewed coffee and woo's fresh linen and summer salt... *Chef's kiss*

I can't even lie, it kinda makes me a bit emo thinking about how well you craft your stories and how much care you put into them - like it really really shows. And I know you've said it's been stressful for you recently with life/work stuff, so to put yet another banger of a chapter out into the world despite all of that is pretty incredible. I hope you're so so proud of yourself and that you're giving yourself lots of good rest. <3 <3

-☁️ anon (if that isn't already taken xxx)

oh my goodness hello ☁️ anon 😭 this was so sweet of you, the whole review, thank you SO much

i really appreciate your note on the pacing because that's something i'm so concerned about with this fic. as much as i love these characters, i'm trying not to write 35 chapters of this.... so sometimes i worry that i'm rushing or things won't feel earned, and it means a lot that you noticed that in this chapter. thank you for saying so!

also yes the scents is so fun!! i really take my time thinking about them to figure it out, and also use some inspiration from what the boys have said before or things about their personality that might match. for mingi, i picture him having a bit of a sweet tooth so i think that was a natural fit. for yunho, he's been described as having a clean scent, and when i think clean comfort i think of rain. for seonghwa, he uses black opium for perfume and one of the notes in that is coffee so i used that as a jumping off point. for wooyoung.... i'm not sure what perfume he's using now but omegas scents are typically more sweet and less rich, but it didn't feel right to describe him as having a candy scent? so i thought about what about wooyoung comforts me or might comfort y/n, and i just thought about that warm feeling you get after a long day on the beach when you need a nap and what that kind of smells like and feels like, so that's where his scent comes from.

for y/n.... she smells a little different depending on who she's with. for yunho and mingi she has this rich honey scent with floral/herbal notes like chamomile. but as you'll see described in a future chapter, for hwa, woo, and san, the honey is present but it's more like a baked good for them? sugary, vanilla notes, flour, honey, etc.

a lot of my readers for this fic are new to omegaverse, but something interesting that you'll see is that omegas scents change when they are pregnant. i'm not planning on writing that into this story, but typically when an omegas scent changes to something more creamy or milky, that's an indication that they're pregnant. when i was deciding her scent, i wanted something that would be complimentary for that if i ever did take the story in that direction, so for her, in the future she would get the scent of sweet cream added to those honey notes.

anyways thank you so much! i just thought this might be interesting, i don't think i've ever talked about how i determined their scents before and your ask seemed like the perfect opportunity 😊

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

hi lovely,

first off—well done for writing 18k!! that's amazing!!

secondly, just here to say that i promise to read it as soon as i have a free moment (this week is a little hellish for me—i won't lie!)

also, my darling, if you don't mind elaborating, but what position within their society is reader going to occupy? <3 thank you xxx

ANONNNN YOU’RE SO SWEET I MELTED ….. 🥺🥺 you’re so so kind !!! tysm !!!!! so far i’m planning on posting the fic on friday hehe, but take literally all the time that you need!! there’s never any rush <33 (tbh i wouldn’t be surprised if this fic ends up hitting 20k after i’ve finished polishing it so. pls don’t feel pressured to read it if u don’t have time 😭)

and aaaaa it makes me so happy that you’re curious abt the reader!! :’3 i spent a whole bunch of time thinking abt them and their overall role in the story, but honestly a lot of it is purposefully vague….. because i’m more interested in their personality and dynamic with sugu than i am with their Lore…. so not all of it is super well thought out 😭😭

but!! to put it simply!! royalty!reader is described as being the heir of the kingdom (i would’ve gone with prince/princess instead bc those terms carry less weight but it’s extremely important to me that reader is gn :’3), and due to ~certain circumstances~ they aren’t really allowed to venture outside the castle…. partially for the sake of their safety, partially for . Other Reasons. their situation isn’t exactly realistic so pls take it with a grain of salt 😭😭 but it is a plotpoint to the fic!! i picture this particular kingdom as being a bit fractured, and reader’s circumstances are a part of that. they’re spoiled in certain ways, but not in others… and they aren’t very well liked lol . which also plays into how their dynamic w sugu pans out :33 i’m soooo fond of them they’re my babies

TYSM FOR ASKING ANON…… this helped me make sense of a lot of details in my head!! i appreciate u <33

[little-diable]

Hands - Jasper Hale (smut)

Request by anon: Hi, love! I would absolutely love to request something! Your writing is so awesome, I adore it (and you)!! Okay so this is kind of weird, so if you don’t want to write it, I understand! So I have a thing for a nice pair of hands. Like men’s hands are such a turn on for me, lmao. But I was wondering if you would write something where Jasper figures out his mate’s love of his hands and fingers her. 🙈💀

Thank you my love, I totally feel you on that one! Enjoy. xxx

As long as (y/n) could remember, she had a thing for a nice pair of hands, she wasn’t quite sure why, but Jesus, she was obsessed with Jaspers hands. She tried to be discrete about it, not in the mood to be made fun of, her (y/e/c) eyes would linger a tad bit too long on his hands, taking in the sight of his fingers grasping something, slowly enclosing around the glass, (y/n) couldn’t stop thinking about the way his fingers would touch her. 

Jasper knew that there was a reason for his mate staring at his fingers the way she did, knew that there must be something that she was hiding from him, something that she was too embarrassed to talk about. So, he began to analyze her every move, every look, every single time she’d stare at his hands, his mind would begin to wander. Could it be that easy? It couldn’t, could it?

Her head was placed on his chest, legs intertwined, fingers interlaced with his, eyes focused on his hands, wandering across the pale skin, enjoying the way his cold, soft skin felt on hers. A chuckle rumbled through him as he pulled her closer, lips pressed against her ear, hot breath dancing along her skin, “want to tell me, why you’re so obsessed with my hands?”. 

(Y/n) felt her heart skip a few beats, a blush began to tint her cheeks red, a groan left her as she pressed her forehead further into his chest, she felt his hands grasping her ponytail, pulling on her hair, forcing her to look into his eyes. “I don’t know.”, eyes closed, she felt embarrassed, that was exactly what she was trying to avoid. Jasper rose from the sofa, he had her dangling over his shoulder, not caring about the squeak that left her. 

“Jas’ put me down, I’m feeling dizzy.”, the vampire placed her down on her bed, momentarily inhaling the scent of her fresh bedsheets, they smelled like her. He dipped his head down, sucked on the exposed skin of her abdomen, hands hiking up her shirt, attaching themselves to her boobs. Jasper kept on kissing her skin, eyes focused on hers as his fingers began to trace the skin around her hardening nipples, “what are you doing?”, she whispered, trying to stop the moan from leaving her. 

“Keep your eyes on my hands, darlin’.”, a smirk tugged on his lips, slowly pulling his hands down to her shorts, grasping her ass cheeks through the fabric, massaging the soft skin. Jasper ran the tip of his nose against her clothed core, inhaling the smell of her arousal, fingers tugging the fabric down, exposing her sex. 

Her (y/e/c) eyes were focused on his hands, enjoying the way they were moving along her body, the way he was rubbing her clit, the pale skin of his hands on full show. Jaspers hands kept on working their magic, knuckles white, veins popping out, showing her how much pressure he was putting onto her throbbing cunt. “What did I say?”, he kissed the skin of her thighs, keeping her from closing her eyes, she should keep on watching his hands, enjoying the way his fingers were disappearing into her core. 

“Fuck, Jas’.”, his fingers felt too good, buried inside of her, massaging her squishy walls, she felt tight around them, something he so adored about her. (Y/n)s back was arched against the bedsheets, toes curled as he kept on fucking her with his long, pale fingers. She tried as best as she could to keep her eyes wide open, to keep her focus on his hands, but it felt too good, her head fell back against her pillow, mouth formed into an “o” shape. 

Her walls were contracting around his fingers, Jasper smiled against her clit, he loved to finger her, loved to appreciate her body, to make her feel as good as possible. “Are you close, darlin’?”, voice raspy, fingers kept on pounding into her heat, pushing her over the edge, one hand was placed on her belly, pressing her down onto the bed, he watched her fall apart, deep moans hallowed through the room as her orgasm washed over her. 

“Thank you.”, she pulled him closer, mouth sucking on his fingers, cleaning them, tasting her own arousal. “Always.”, he moaned out as he watched her, thanking the gods above, for sending him such a beautiful soul as his mate. 

[vespersposts]

V,

How about Kuroko? Do you like him? I mean, like...NSFW?

I just keep thinking i don't, but Im always thinking about it really!

xxx

⚠️The answer is not NSFW

Hi Anon🔊! you asked me a question that comes at almost the same time as the one I was reading on Apollo's blog, to which I think he gave a very true answer, which is…

It depends a bit on what your type is.

💙 To me Tetsu is such an idealistic and pure character that I find it hard to fit him into my private thoughts. I don't see him as a child -mind you- , but for me he is the catalyst for everything and back in my mind i cannot tear him apart from Momoi (I'm childish, i know but they're cuute together, and Momoi deserves a lot of love).

The big difference I think lies in the fact that I like a different kind of man in general ( to put it as my sister would say, 'she likes assholes'), so I just appreciate him platonically. I'd never be able to write smut involving K, cause i can't develop my fantasies on him, really.

Sorry sorry sorry🙉

⚠️ If you're of a suitable age to be able to do that, and you have a curiosity, I'll take Apollo's advice: maybe look up some spicy content about him, you'll understand right away.

Thanks for asking!

V.

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[grimmywrites]

HI! 6, 9, 13, 22, 49

Oh my goodness, thank you!! 6.)  If you had to delete one of your stories and never speak of it again, which would it be and why? Whoa, that’s a good one! I’d probably pick one of my Hobbit stories - they’re from way back when, they were requests that I just picked up from somewhere, and I tend to not think about them at all. Any of them would do, haha! If we’re going with Nellis: probably As for the Morning - too sad!! 9.)  In your xxx fic, what’s your favourite scene that you wrote? Lots of fics to pick from... If we go Retread: I genuinely enjoy the scene where I introduce the new Special Infected from Nick’s point of view - so many people responded well to it and the creatures! A close second is the boat deck scene where Nick and Ellis talk and sort things out. Another random one, From Under the Mask Delivered: Dwight’s entire hide and flight from the Trapper was fun and I tried to pack in as much adrenaline as I could. 13.)  Who is your least favourite character to write for? Why? Oooo! Out of those I have written:  Resident Evil: Mr. X - I like him as he is in the original games, a stalking, mute abomination that busts through walls after you and is completely under Umbrella’s control. My request just wanted me to deviate from the main story, which I didn’t hate, I just have a lot of love for RE since I’ve been playing it since I was 8. Dead by Daylight: Claudette - I don’t hate her, she was just a side character and I didn’t have time to go more in depth with her character as I would have liked. Outlast: Jeremy Blaire - Dude’s a dick. Left 4 Dead: Out of the main 8 - Bill, but that’s only because I would want to do a lot of research and study to get his backstory and grizzled nature down right, not because I dislike him as a character. There aren’t any characters in L4D that I don’t like. 22.)  Do you have a story that you look back on and cringe when you reread it? My Hobbit stories, but that’s mainly because most of the requests I got were for a/b/o. I still really like the Baginshield pairing. 49.)  Can you remember the first fic you read? What was it about? Yes! I stumbled upon fanfiction with Lord of the Rings! I know I read a bunch, but the first one I remember reading when I was FAR TOO YOUNG involved elves taking turns at a hollowed out tree while standing watch... except the hollowed out tree was for a purpose. I can’t remember if it was Haldir or whoever, but one of them went inside on watch for the first time and let’s just say the ‘hole’ he was meant to ‘look’ through was immediately used for a different purpose, lol. THANK YOU SO MUCH! It makes me so happy when people show interest in these and send me numbers! I really appreciate it, have a wonderful day my kind anon.

[michelleleahhh]

41, 64, 3 (separately)

Of course, dear anon! I wasn’t sure if you meant in one-one shot or in multiple. Hopefully one will suffice!

Pairing: Loki/Reader

Summary: Drunk tattoos are not a good idea.

Rating: T

Prompts:

41. “I’m not drunk enough for this.”

64. “Yell, scream, cry, please, just say something, anything.”

3. “I know it hurts.”

Taglists: @fairlightswiftly​​, @javelinamilk​​, @wannabebr1t​​, @joyofbebbanburg​, @schmidten17​

Damn, You’re Such A-

“I’m not drunk enough for this.” You say with crisp, clear words, looking at the building in front of you. If you spoke clearly no one would know you were trashed, right?

Is the building turning sideways?

Silly, buildings don’t move.

“You’re fine, come on.” She says in front of you, leading the way with sheer, wobbly determination. For a super spy, Nat was moving pret-ty sloppily. Very out of character for her, you note.

Alright, fine. Perhaps you both are a teensy bit drunk.

And still you enter into the tattoo parlor, drunk leading the drunker, hellbent on getting something inked onto your skin.

Well, not something… some thing.

xXx

Tequila shots numb pain. It is known. And you followed your not-so-impromptu trip to the parlor with a very impromptu visit to the bar across the street. Not that either of you needed more wine. But still, Natasha – Nat, as she likes to be called – challenged you to a shotski. (Or three.) And really, who were you but a mere, useless human to turn down a super spy.

And here you are, tip-toeing into Avengers Tower, her arm around your shoulders, yours around hers, whispering, giggling to each other. Or maybe… she’s caring you, and you’re whispering, giggling.

“Shhh,” she shushes far too loudly to be considered useful. “We’re going to wake people.”

“You shhh.” you mimic her, putting a finger on your lip and snicker, stumbling into the elevator. “Oh.”

“What,” she asks pressing floors 18 and 21. Your stop is first, and oh god. “What?!”

“I’m drunk,” you realize aloud with with wide eyes.

Natasha laughs again, “You drank too much.”

“You drank too much!” Then you bring your hand to your ribs, feeling a bandage underneath. “My ribs hurt. Did you punch me?”

She laughs, her heady voice ringing through the elevator. “I know it hurts. But, given the fact you just had ink pumped under your skin, I suggest you let it go.”

You pout as the elevator shoots up, making you wobble. And before you know it, you’re at your destination. And oh, how you don’t want to do that. The last time you came home drunk, he didn’t let you live it down for months, always teasing you. You don’t want that again.

Nope. Not again. No more, please.

Also doesn’t help that you’re extremely nervous to show him your tattoo.

You enter into the living room quietly. The lights are dim, but bright enough to let you survey the room. Not that you’d need it on any other occasion, you’ve been living here for three years, you could probably walk around with your eyes closed. But tonight, with too much alcohol poisoning your liver, you are saying a thankful prayer to whoever is looking out for you.

Navigating through the room, you’re careful to not knock anything over when you put your purse on the couch or when you toe off your shoes. You then continue to pad over to your bedroom.

A light escapes from under the door, signalling that he’s up. You groan. And curse whoever is looking out for you. How could they fail so miserably? You take a deep breath in, prepare yourself feign sobriety to a God of LIes, and enter.

Be normal.

You smile when you enter, a half smile, not tight, not full, just small and greeting-ly. A normal  smile. Though your thought process is really… anything but a ordinary.

“You’re home,” Loki greets from the bed, shutting the book in his lap and letting his eyes rove over you. He’s wearing those brown pants, the stretchy loose ones you love to sneak your hand under when you first wake up in the morning. And his wiry, midnight hair is pulled back, in a small little man bun. You love when his hair’s like this, out of control and tamed at the same time.

You drop the smile and fall against the door.

“I’m drunk.”

He laughs and puts the book on the bedside table, “Are you, now.”

You smile fully then and laugh, “I am.”

“Your adventures with the Russian brought you to a bar.”

You nod, and pull your shirt over your head and toss it onto the ground. “Lucky for you, I always feel frisky after tequila.” When you look back at Loki, his eyes are zeroed in on the bandage covering your side.

“What happened to your ribs?”

You bite your lip, and twist your body to look in the full length behind the door. “Uhm, well, you see…”

“Did she hit you?” Loki stands up suddenly and makes his way over to you. His long fingers pull on the white covering and rip it off of your skin.

“No,” you say tentatively, and raise your gaze to the ceiling, praying he likes it. “I mean… she didn’t punch me. Though it kind of feels like she did. Know what I mean,” you laugh, mumbling like a mad woman.

“What is this?” He asks, fingers trailing over the raised skin. “Is it…”

You swallow, “It’s… you know what it is.”

You can hear his smirk when he speaks, “Do I?”

Rolling your eyes, you finally give him the attention. “You know you do.”

It’s his name for God’s sake. His name in stupid Asgardian Runes, given to you by Thor, etched onto your skin, marking you irrevocably as his.

“Oh, pet.” He smirks, transfixed on the writing.

“Do you like it?” You ask, watching his eyes caress the skin. But he’s silent, quiet, looking at it in both morbid fascination, appreciation, and perterbedness. “Loki,” you say, but he remains still, observing it in the same way. So, you do the next best thing. You ramble, “Yell, scream, cry, please, just say something, anything. Tell me I did something right. That I didn’t freak you out.”

And the bastard laughs, dropping a kiss to your shoulder and put his hand on your skin.

“Ow,” you complain, contorting your eyebrows. “That hurts.”

“Shh.”. Loki smiles against your shoulder-blade and then you feel the cool tingling of his seider working through you, healing your sore skin.

“Much better,” you announce when he wraps his cool hand around your rib. “So…” you trail off.

“So,” he mimics, leaning his forehead against yours.

“Do you like it?”

He chuckles, “I do. And there is little you could do, love, that would unsettle me. But…”

Your stomach drops at his word. His eyes are light with mischief.

“But what?” You dare ask.

“Well,” he smiles, “I’d like it more if it was my name on your ribs, and not Thor’s.”

“What?!” You shriek, pulling away from Loki’s body and to the full mirror in the distance. So, so angry and so, so disappointed at the same time.

He laughs, pulling you closer into his arms and kissing your hair. “We’ll find a way for you to make it up to me.” His fingers latch onto your bra and pull it off. “Perhaps in bed.”

“Why would he do that? How could he do that? Why?”

“Well,” he starts, “My brother has always been jealous of me.” His fingers drop to begin unbuttoning your jeans, as he kisses down you cheek and over your neck to your collarbone. “You smell like a brothel.”

“Stop that,” you try swatting him away, not even acknowledging just how he knows what a brothel sounds like. “I have to change this, I can’t have Thor’s name on my body for the rest of my life.”

“I could get Sif’s. If that would make you happier.”

You blanche, seeing red at just the thought, “It most certainly would not. I’m ashamed. Loki, how can you  even… I’m a disgrace! I can’t even do this right.”

He chuckles and leans his head against your forehead. “You’re so gullible after you drink.”

Your heart skips a beat. “What?”

“It’s my name. It’s perfectly transcribed.”

Hope sears through you. “Really?”

Loki begins backing you up, “Really. Now, to the bed.”

And you laugh, hating him.

[starkerforlife6969]

REPLYING TO ANON MESSAGES 

This is another lengthy reply to all those lovely messages so I don’t spam you! Once again, no prompts filled here- they would be separate posts, so if you’re waiting on a fill, i promise it’ll come through eventually XD All you need to know is there will be a part 4 to the Mafia AU with Starker, Winterspider, Spidershield and Strange x Peter. It’ll be about two weeks but it is happening and I’ll let you all know! Keep sending me amazing ideas and being as gorgeous and wonderful as always. 

1) So um I was the person that randomly confessed to you the other day and I sent another ask to confirm that it was indeed you who I was massively crushing on and you were thinking it might be another blog,no it’s 100% you.Idk what tumblr did to that ask I feel like it disappeared but I just wanted to make sure that you know it was you bc how can you even doubt someone could be crushing on you I literally feel like Peter in every starker fic ever when he sees Tony whenever I see your username im-

Hello, gorgeous! Yes, I did get your other message but i’m so sorry I didn’t reply! It’s been so hectic and I’ve been travelling :(( but i am so flattered. I don’t know why because i am certain you could have anyone with how kind you are. You are the sweetest thing ever and you are such a darling I cannot even deal with it. You can message me whenever you like, or stay anonymous if you feel more comfortable <3, but there’s no need to be nervous, honeybee! IM NERVOUS because i can never ever live up to your adorableness hahaha. Stay as beautiful as I know you are! xxx 

2) @thebadthingshappen: I just wanted to say that your writing is really amazing and a great inspiration as someone who wants to start writing starker. I always look forward to your updates and appreciate the time and effort you put into everything. If you ever need someone to talk to or bounce ideas off of I’m here and my inbox is always open. :D

First, um, I love your username so hard. I read it entirely in Peter’s voice. Second, this is the sweetest thing ever oh my gosh. I ALWAYS WANT SOMEONE TO TALK TO so I’d love to message you!!!! The next time I’m stuck for ideas i’ll come and spam you! Or you can message me whenever ;) x

3) ConstructionWorkerTony-anon here. Just... Thank you! 💕💕💕 that was great :)

NO THANK YOU. I’m so happy you liked it, because I know I added a bunch of kinks you didn’t ask for and I got worried but -yay!!!! 

4) @hunka-munka OMG I JUST FINISHED READING YOUR MAFIA STARKER FIC AND I AM IN LOOOOOOOVEEEEE omg omg I'm going through so many emotions 🙈first off I adooooooore how you wrote bucky I squealed in every scene he was in lol that ending for the 3rd part slaayyyyyed me are you planning on doing a 4th part??? I absolutely love the different dynamics between Peter and the rest of the characters it's so much fun to read about. Sorry for the long ask aaaaahhh i just needed to scream about it!!!!

THANK YOU SO MUCH THIS MADE MY WHOLE DAY. Ahhhhhh, you are so sweet!!! I am planning a fourth part! It’s pretty much planned (and you will have more bucky, you precious bean) but it’s going to take a while to write cuz my classes start back up again :(( I’ll let you know when it’s out though! (should be about 2 weeks!) 

5) @hoe4parker I JUST READ THE THIRD PART OF THE MAFIA FIC W BUCKY AND STEVE AND TONY AS PETER’S DADDIES AND IT WAS SO SO SO GOOD

Yeah, I don’t deserve you, let’s be real. You guys are all so frickin kind I can’t even deal with it. 

6) Oh my god!!!!!! Mild social anxiety anon here to tell you that part 3 is amazing!!!!

*sobs with appreciation* honey!!!!! I can get mild social anxiety sometimes too, and you are so amazing and AHHHH I LOVE YOU SO MUCH, this put a huge smile on my face!!!! 

7) Ahhhh.... Part 3 was excellent!... I kind of wish Steve and Bucky had a thing and at some point they kiss (just a loving kiss... or fuck you know, whatever) and Peter see's it and gets sad or maybe he had a bad day and Tony's somewhere and he just wanted to get home and fuck or cuddle one of them and then he see's that and he's jealous. That'd be fun. I'm such a sucker for angst and conflict... and hate-fucking. Great stuff xd Seriously, I love this series though... -🦊

Honey, I’m sorry I’m answering this in this section because that means it won’t get filled :(( but that’s only because I’ll ship peter with everyone, and even though i think steve and bucky is the cutest thing ever, I just don’t write them very well :(( IM SORRY HONEY that being said, i love angst and conflict too, so maybe there’ll be some more of that sometime!!!! thank you so much foxy, for your lovely comments seriously, they made me so happy. 

8) The Mafia Boss Tony Part 3 was stunning and for some reason the very end was funny to me... I think it's cause I have PTSD and still get panic attacks and occasionally pass out from them but they're acting like he died. And my head is just like 'Guys. Calm the fuck down. Put some actual clothing on the kid so he's warm enough. Lie him down. Yes, have someone in there to check his breathing. He's gonna be a little disoriented... but he's not dead guys... calm the hell down'. It's brilliant XD

Dude, I died laughing XD I get panic attacks sometimes (very mild and no ptsd, but you do and ahhhh I was so scared you were gonna say I messed it up but you didn’t and you’re so sweet!!! And honey, I’m sorry you have them :( but i know you’re strong and amazing <3) and they do overreact so much but it’s like my god awful attempt at drama hahaha, thank you so much for this comment, it honestly made me so happy. 

9) Is there going to be a fourth mafia au? I’m in love with the ones have posted ❤️❤️ 

YES THERE WILL BE BECAUSE LOVELY PEOPLE LIKE YOU ARE SO ENCOURAGING 

10) MAFIA PART 3 OH MY GOD im :(( abt peter like i want my babey safe and feelin good awh ((also i love your writing sm ur so good))

seriously. I don’t deserve you. you guys are all gonna get such good karma with all the positivity you put out into the world. I’m so happy you enjoyed it! x PS, Peter will be feeling good, hahaha, he’s gonna get spoilt rotten by everyone. 

10)  @aggressively-precious AYE part two of your mafia AU is a goddamn GIFT you're my hero xo

YOU are a gift, seriously. thank you for existing and bringing joy into my life. 

11) this fandom is full of talented and sweet people, I'm so thankful for having y'all really. have a nice day love ❤

*sobs* it really is! thank YOOUUUU 

[pseudowho]

lil Haitch appreciation ask that im too shy to send off anon

you are honestly the whole package. you are talented, imaginative, bit of a mastermind actually, inclusive, but dont tolerate bullshit, unfailingly kind, insightful, you read people creepy good, you agony aunt every mad bastard in your inbox, your funny (like actually funny and it doesnt seem to take any effort), brave, enthusiastic, vulnerable and open and still tough, SMORT, beautiful (i had the privilege of seeing your recent face reveal), you are TOL, you dont bow to pressure, your effervescent and lively and lush and quite honestly i am delighted to follow you. you draw people to you like a moth to the flame.

i will admit im angry with your recent discourse about petty mean asks and clique stuff and quite honestly its probably just jealousy cos you are a force to be reckoned with and i think some people are intimidated by that especially once they realize youll call them out on their bullshit if they try it.

i started following you for your frankly delicious writing and i stayed for the YOU and i do not regret it for one minute. if your applications for Tumblr Bestie ever open i will be at your door with a resume.

all my all my all my love, from an admiring anon

STOP STOP I CAN'T BEAR IT, AHHHHHHH!!

Just my whole world shaking with that incredible fucking batch of compliments. Good lord, goodness me. I struggle to take compliments anyway and this was like a barrage. I'll read it slowly, a few times, and see if it sinks in.

More than anything, THANK YOU for loving my blog, for your various reasons. I really do love being here.

The agony aunt thing is a reflection of real life; people come to me with problems. I'm on a train sitting opposite a stranger, and within ten minutes, I know their deepest secrets. And I therapise them, pahahaaaa, what's wrong with me??

Goodness me.

Thank you, lovely anon. I shall try to take these compliments with grace, even though I think you're profoundly mental.

Love,

-- Haitch xxx

[baepsaets]

Ugh! Just finished eights a crowd whyy with the cliff hanger! I hope she comes to her senses! But it was so good! I really love this story and love your writing! I’m glad your back I missed you and your writing so much! Can’t wait for the next part I hope it will be soon! Love you! ❤️🥰

anon said: Omg I found you yesterday due to a recommendation and I don’t know why I haven’t found you sooner, eights a crowd has me dying in feels, although you should take your time and never rush yourself to write, since I’m new when do you hope to release chapter 5 xxx 

anon also said: I love love LOVE eights a crowd! I squealed when I saw you update! I CANNOT Wait to read pt5 and suga baby is so good!! Your writing is phenomenal and I look forward to reading more!!! 💜             

thank you all so much!! yall knew i had to throw that good angst in there. 😏😏😏 i’ll definitely finish eight’s a crowd before i go back to school, but hopefully the last part will be out just after the holidays. thank you all for your support and kind words, i really appreciate it! ♥️♥️♥️

[liccy-boi-imagines]

I just now found your blog and I am in love. I love the way you write your stories. They are really, really good. Thank you for giving me all these lovely stories to read in my spare time.

Hello dear anon 😊Thank you for your kind words. They warm my heart and I appreciate you taking the time to do so. I’m Glad you enjoy my writing. I must be doing something right then aye hahaha I’ve never really been confident in my writing but with all the love you guys give it, it makes me feel otherwise so tysm 💛💛Hope you all have a great day :D !!Xxx Madison

[dxmedstudent]

Another anon here: you absolutely don't waffle too much and I like it when you go on about things! I've sent in various asks in the past and you always give thoughtful, helpful and interesting answers which I really appreciate xxx

Aww, thank you! That’s such a sweet and kind thing to say, and it makes me feel happy. I’m glad that you enjoyed the answers to the asks you sent, that’s exactly what I hope when I take the time to write them. I like to feel that if someone’s taken the time to write, it’s only fair that my reply isn’t half-hearted, but it does mean I can’t get through my ask box quickly. Alas, it’ll take me a long time to answer them all, but I do hope to, eventually! I truly do sometimes think “weeeeeeeeeeeeeeellllll it looks like I’ve written too much, whoops.”, and I feel that longform writing isn’t really enjoyed as  much as it might have been in the past. So I’m never sure if anyone ever reads to the end, or if I’m rambling in such a way that everyone falls asleep. I do try to avoid being repetitive, though. Writing lots of words is no excuse for bad writing.  Thank you for writing in, and if you ever feel like doing so again, I’ll do my best to answer :)

[ongly]

Canvas.

The one where Y/N is a painter and shares her kind of art with Shawn.

This one was requested by an anon. It wasn’t a specific request so I took the chance to write it my way. I am sorry if it isn’t what you expected and I am sorry it took me sooooo long to post! I have been a little off lately so I hope you like it and I hope it, somehow, makes up for my lazy ass! I had fun writing this and it’s possibly one of my own favorites by far. I loved this concept. I really hope you enjoy reading and understand everything. I was really inspired so I am a little scared something goes wrong with this one. I didn’t edit it so I apologize for my lazy english. I really, really, really hope you like it. Xxx

 Your eyes were gazing around the crowded room, your shoulders back and your neck so extended you could swear your skin was almost ripping. It shouldn’t be this hard to find your boyfriend in a crowded room for many and various reasons.

“Congratulations, Y/N.” Someone sounded from your side, touching your arm gently.

Your turned your head to the side to see a smiling  couple. You turned yourself to them and thanked them although you had never seen them fatter in your life. They explained they were leaving and you were still clueless why they were excusing themselves. It was the third time, you guessed, that this had happened to you. You watched them leave and took a deep breath before facing the room again. Everyone was smiling at you. The room was filled with strangers. Strangers who appreciated you through splashed canvas, you finally exposed to their argumentative minds.

After several years of hardworking you were finally seeing your art giving life to these white, immaculate walls. You still couldn’t believe you were at your own exhibition. As your turned your body around, your gaze taking in every person’s eye, looking for a tiny critic. They all seemed amazed and you’ve never felt happier. It felt like everyone was inside your mind, wandering around the different corners of your brain, commenting on your imagination and criticizing the evolution of your own self as they took in your world. It was a dream and everyone in that gallery was walking and sitting in it. They were appreciating the elements you stood up for. You instantly wanted to paint what you saw, so that you could share the happiness you couldn’t put into words.

You spot Shawn’s parents from across the room and they give you a small wave. You smile, turning your gaze to the ground when you felt your cheeks heating up. You took your, slightly cooler, fingers and touched the side of your cheek. You looked back up to face them to notice Karen walking towards you. She had the warmest smile. You let out a giggle as she extended her hands, reaching out for yours. She held your hands firmly, playing around with the soft skin of their back as she rubbed her thumbs in circles. She looked at you in adoration.

“I am so proud of you, darling.” She almost whispered, taking a step closer to you. You nodded in disbelief and looked down a little.

“Thank you so much for coming.” You said, looking back up at her. You swore she was tearing up. “It means a lot to have you here, after all you’ve done for me.” You shrugged, trying to explain.

The gallery you were at belonged to one of Karen’s old friend. He happened to be one an art critic, who had bought a few of your paintings. You’ve been trying hard to thank Karen throughout the whole night, but it felt like nothing was enough to thank her that much.

Karen instantly started nodding.

“Yes, yes!” You insisted, trying to explain yourself again. “I owe everything to you.” You leaned in, holding her hands strongly. She kept nodding.

“You made this possible, darling.” She smiled at you. She let go one of your hands, taking hers up to stroke your cheek gently. You tilted your head to the side, leaning against her palm. “Y/N I want you to remember this day, no matter what course your life takes and whenever you feel down. You’ve brought glorious technicolor to our lives and I hope I didn’t take it for granted.” She smiled, taking her hand down to hold your again. You nodded, smiling at her. “I don’t think I did, but we are the ones who owe you everything, for everything you’ve become to Shawn, and to us...” You didn’t let her go further. You got closer to her when she opened her arms to take you in her embrace.

“I will keep this day in my memory as the happiest of them all. Thank you so much.” You quietly said, smiling. You heard her let out a joyful laugh as she rubber her hands around your bareless back. You pulled away and she planted a small peck on your cheek.

“Enjoy the rest of your night, sweetheart.” She smiled and let go of your hands. You thanked her, for what it looked like, the thousandth time and heard her commenting something about losing Manny and you quickly looked around looking for your man as well, momentarily forgetting why you had walked into that room again.

You took a few steps soon to be held by two strong arms, wrapping around your waist, making your body turn. You faced Shawn and smiled, your hands on his shoulders, sliding up to rest on the back of his neck. He leaned in, still swaying both of your bodies from the sudden impact. You giggled as he pouted, leaning down to plant a warm kiss on your lips.

You rushed your fingers through his hair and breathed in his scent, before pulling back to look at him. He was wearing his famous rosy cheeks and the biggest smile.

“I’ve been looking for you everywhere.” You whined, dropping your hands to his arms, holding each of his forearms as he pulled you closer to him. One of his hand was marking a warm spot on your back and the other met the ends of your dress, near your bum.

“I was bragging about my girlfriend and her art to a few friends.” He smiled. You let out a giggle.

You looked up at his smile. You could tell he was purely happy which only filled your heart with more love. There were no words to describe what he meat to you. No possible sentence construction that had, grammatically corrected, enough adjectives to characterize what you saw in him, within the rush of feelings and emotions he sent to you. No other way than to show him.

“I want to show you something.” Your voice came in a breath, loud enough for him to listen though.

He nodded and you wrapped your arm around your own waist, reaching out for his hand, behind your back, holding it and intertwining your fingers with his, walking out of that room as he followed, holding your hand back.

You walked around the gallery, shooting smiles at every person that approached you, congratulating you on your work. Shawn would proudly respond himself and you could swear he was drooling whenever he spoke. You hoped it didn’t come out impolite of you, but you rushed out of those little chats, pulling Shawn with you.

You took him to the stairs, leading the way as you took every step slowly, your high heels already torturing you and your feet pleading for help.

“You know where you’re going, right?” You heard Shawn. You stopped when you reached the first floor and looked down at him.

You smiled at him and he wrapped one arm around your waist when he reached the top of the stairs as well. You walked into room, three people passing by the two of  you, smiling and exiting that room.

The room was empty in that moment. You walked to the middle of the room, feeling Shawn’s arm drop once he faced the painting.

“I wanted this one to be a bit more private.” You stated, your voice echoing in the empty room. You walked towards the painting, taking a good look at one of your latest and hardest works.

Not everyone knew about this one. You had, purposely, talked to the owner of the gallery to have this painting in a specific room. Once he saw it, he totally agreed.

You took a few steps to the side, looking over your shoulders to see Shawn’s lips parted, eyes wide as he observed his own painting. You smiled and looked back at the painting. You had had this image in your mind since you first saw him live in an arena, a few days after you two celebrated your first year together. You took in every inch of the painting. You used many different colors, not wanting it to be just another portrait. You wanted it to be special. To have a little of yourself in it, so you gave everything you had in yourself, using the colors and adding some texture, so that whenever you looked at it, you could feel like you were there again. Your best memory, until that day, which you had the possibility of sharing with Shawn again.

You took a deep breath, standing on the side of the painting, intertwining your fingers as you joined your hands together, nervously. Shawn was speechless.

He measured every inch of that painting, memorizing every color and every line and counter, like he was, for the first time, seeing what he looked like from  your point of view. He was actually breathless. His eyes traveled around the painting, stopping at a small paper, hanging beside it. He read his own name in the cation and he still couldn’t believe it as he read:

‘Forgive me if what has seemed little to you, to me is all. To Shawn, who wasn’t born yet, and who’s presence tarried to take its notice in my life.’

“You know..” You started, your voice cracked. You cleared your throat. You felt Shawn’s gaze on you and then switching to the painting in front of him quickly, over and over again. You took a deep breath and locked your eyes on the painting again. “You know that feeling of hope to find the right person for your life?” You looked at him for a second, his mouth was slight slightly opened. You turned back to the painting and smiled a little. “I’ve always felt it.  I’ve always felt hopeful to find that person and when you came into my life it was simply unbelievable, because you are everything I’ve always wanted, everything I’ve always asked for.” You nodded, looking down, trying to explain what got you to paint him this way. You looked up to the painting again, admiring it, trying your best to put it into words “This charming, humble boy, with an extraordinary smile. You always seem to amaze me, you know?” You looked at Shawn now. He didn’t take his eyes off the painting but you knew he was listening to you attentively as you spoke. Your eyes followed his moves. He extended one of his arms and let his fingertips slide down the painting, feeling it. “That thing you have of becoming even more beautiful, out of nowhere. Whenever you bowed your head stepping away from the microphone, playing the guitar and then looked through the crowd, your eyes always ending up on landing on me, and you just stood there, playing the guitar and looking at me and I couldn’t help but smile because I would stand there, statically looking at you, and you would just mouth me that stupidly cute ‘what’ and I’d just smile, thinking to myself: ‘what an amazing man I have.’” Your voice cracked in the end. You cleared your throat once more.

Shawn let his hand fall on his side again and turned to you. He still didn’t say a word, and you didn’t let him as you continued to explain yourself.

“And when... when just waking up to your phone calls or text messages is simply the best thing. Your simple aptness of doing it always amazed me. It always had me desiring you more and more.” You nodded and he took a few steps closer to you, a smile starting to form on his lips. You shrugged. “And everything I’ve always wanted was to whisper in your ear for you to hold my hand and never let go. Because I’m going to take care of you in every second.”

Shawn reached out for your hand and you could feel the sparkle growing as he wrapped his fingers around yours. You looked up at him as he smiled. He nodded in disbelief.

“I am so proud of you, you have no idea.” His voice was soft.

You smiled, letting out a breath you didn’t know you were holding. You looked down, feeling the heat on your cheeks grow. You saw Shawn’s hand letting go of yours, taking it to place it against your cheek sweetly. He rubbed his thumb against it, softly forcing you to look back at him. You parted your lips once you took his appearance.

“Hey..” You whispered, taking a step closer to him. “You’re crying.” You whined. throwing your arms around his neck, his hand dropping from your cheek as he placed it on your waist, holding you close to him. “Baby..” You were worried now. “I didn’t mean i...” He quickly cut you off, nodding.

“No.. I know honey, it’s totally not that. I’ve...” He stuttered, trying to explain himself. “I just feel so sad that you are so clueless of how much love I feel for you. I wish I could put it out there, just like you did.” He whispered. You looked at him, taking one hand closer to his face, your thumb running along his cheek, drying a tear that had escaped his eye. You let out a chuckle and looked up at him as he said: “But there’s no kind of art that would overlap the way you look in my arms. You’re the most beautiful work of art of them all and I hope I don’t take you for granted, ever.” You smiled, your eyes sparkling as you took his appearance, the one you talked about earlier. Your famous bright smiled. That right there was his next hit single.

I promise I’ll edit it later to make it better