#you are an absolute angel i love YOUUUU

[kedsandtubesocks]

i’m here for the sleepover 🛏️ in my oversized hoodie and sadly i don’t have a face mask but i did bring snacks!! 🍩🍿i would like to suggest:

🌹 and!! some 🪐 specifically the zodiac sign you feel you gravitate most towards!!

hope you can cool off with your ice cream and that you’re rest is going well 💗💖💞

AHHHH thank you mi amor you are so wonderful and omg I bet you look ADORABLE in ur oversized hoodie be still my heart 🥺 plus you bringing snacks ur the best babe of all I’ll got get us some face masks brb! 🏃‍♀️

🌹 - Omg so ill talk about our dumb blasty guy (I was going to talk about gooj but I put my foot down) so…because this is a sleepover and everyone always reveals big truths at sleepover I can admit that I actually hated bakugou IM SORRY 😭 but the moment I caved in… was seeing the 2nd movie in theaters lmaooo it’s so cheesy but that entire time I was like “nope no nope this is not happening u hate this stupid punk ass” and then the scene comes where he catches the little girl so gently?? Like straight up dives to make sure he reaches her in time?? I was done…and now here we are LMAOO 🤡

but omg OMG pls tell me now when your Moment™️ was 🥺

🪐 - OOO such a good question you asked I love it!! It never fails that I’m always drawn to either water or air sign placements!! a lot of my chart is air and water so I’m just kinda always sticking with familiar vibes lol but honestly I get excited when fire signs come into my life because their energy is so vibrant like a certain Aries Queen I know (it you 😌)

But oh my goodness thank you so much for sending some cute asks in Nemea darling!!

I’m picturing us sharing the snacks you brought (im a hot Cheetos girlie so I know we’re having some of those) while we watch that 2nd MHA movie so we can cry about it together 😭🌹✨

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say it back! ☆ jay park

☆ non-idol! bf! jay x fem! reader ☆ summary: jay thinks you're really cute, especially when you're mad. ☆ genre: fluff!! implied college! au / young adult! au , super domestic and cutesy ☆ warning(s)? nope! ☆ word count: 1.1k ☆ after supermassive blackhole i realized just how many jay stans followed me, so eat up guys 😛

It was a Friday evening. The sun was beginning to set, casting a vibrant peach-orange glow over Jay’s apartment.

With a navy-blue apron hanging loosely from his neck, Jay took in the scent of garlic chives and caramelized onions marinating in the pan. With a spatula, he popped in a lump of gochujang, stirring in the hot, red paste.

If Jay had to be honest, he spent most of his time just touching you, his girlfriend. Not in a sexual way. Any physical touch with you was more than enough. Whether it be cuddling on the couch or you clinging onto him while he did things, the intimacy of having skin-on-skin contact was everything.

On days like this, Jay was the one cooking dinner. Not-so-surprising, you were an absolute mess in the kitchen, so he took on that responsibility. You should be home soon. You had taken up an internship a weeks ago, so you had to stay just a tad later than usual.

As Jay immersed himself in the gorgeous aromas of his craft, he thought of what he should do with you later.

He could watch a movie with you, but knowing you, you would probably be all over him. He never expected you to be the clingy, needy type, doing whatever you could to snuggle up against his warm body. Jay’s lips parted before spreading into a gummy grin. He could imagine your voice:

“Baaabe,” you would whine, plopping yourself in between his legs. You would tangle your arms with his, or maybe you'd place his hands in your hair and make him play with it.

If his eyes were glued to the TV for long enough, you would pout, before peppering soft kisses against his neck. Jay would pretend to ignore you, making you whine again. 

“Give me attention,” you would murmur against his ear. 

Oh man, Jay felt giddy and warm inside just thinking about it. 

What he wouldn’t do just to have you come home already—

The door clicked open.

“I’m home!”

Speak of the devil and you will appear.

Jay heard a few footsteps and a giggle before feeling arms slither around his torso. 

“Hi,” you mumbled against his back. 

Jay grinned. “Hi, Angel.”

You peeked over his shoulder, taking in the scent of his cooking. “Smells good.”

“Go wash up, baby,” Jay said. “I’m almost done.”

“Okayyy,” you squeezed his waist. You gave Jay a small peck on the cheek. You drawled, “I love youuuu!”

Jay hummed. 

He heard you huff. 

“I love you,” you repeated.

“Mhm.”

There’s a pulse of silence before you pulled away, leaving him alone.

When you left, he couldn’t help but smile so stupidly. 

You were going to drive him crazy. 

You were so cute, and adorable, and pretty, and beautiful, and gorgeous, and precious, and everything that he loved. He wanted to hold you in his arms forever and kiss you forever and be with you forever and-

How many kids should you and him have? He’d always wanted two boys and a girl, but he wouldn’t mind having more. Later down the line, when you and him got older, he’d buy you a pretty diamond ring— in fact, he’d buy you everything that you’ve ever wanted. And then you and him will get married and buy a house. Would you take his last name? [Name] Park didn’t sound too bad. People would call you Mrs. Park, and instead of calling you by your first name, Jay would refer to you as “my wife,” and—

He was feeling dizzy just thinking about it. Was he getting ahead of himself?

“Are you mad at me?” your voice suddenly said.

Jay jumped. He whipped his head around to see you with your arms crossed and a big, sulky frown.

Were you standing there the whole time?

“B-Babe, I thought you went to the bathroom…”

You shook your head. 

“Are you mad at me?” you repeated. Taking a few steps forward, you turned him around, pressing him up against the kitchen counter while holding his hands together.

“Wait, what?” Jay’s brows knitted together. “Baby, where is this coming from?”

“You…” you began, averting your gaze. “You didn’t say it back.”

Jay cocked his head. “Say what back?”

You huffed. “I said I love you, and you didn’t say it back.”

You tilted your head so that he couldn’t see your pouty face, playing with his fingers. You murmured something under your breath, something that he couldn’t quite hear.

Jay stared at you for a few seconds, processing everything. And then, he threw his head back, loud bouts of laughter emitting from his lips. Every time that he would calm down and look at you, your sulky face would make him burst back into his fit of giggles.

“It’s not funny!” you slapped his shoulder, your cheeks heating up with embarrassment. When he wouldn’t stop laughing, you turned away, punching him on the arm, “You’re a jerk, Jay.”

At that, Jay immediately stopped laughing.

“Wait, I’m sorry!” Jay clasped your hands in his, pulling you close to him so that you were flushed against his chest. 

You frowned. 

“It's too late to apologize,” you mumbled.

Jay almost chuckled at your grumpiness, but stopped himself before you’d be even more upset with him.

You stayed like that for a few moments: Jay holding you close against the kitchen counter, fingers loosely intertwined.

Finally, Jay poked your cheek.

“Hey!”

“Don’t be mad at me, Angel.”

Your frown deepened.

Jay sighed.

Bringing a large hand up, he gently grabbed your face, bringing it closer.

“What are you-”

Jay began littering chaste kisses all across your face– he started at your cheek, moved up to your forehead, down your nose, to your other cheek, and lastly to your chin, where he teased you by kissing just close enough to your lips. He exaggerated by making loud kissy noises to further rile you up.

“Stoooooppp,” you whined, but made no attempt to resist him.

Jay let out a low chuckle. He cupped your cheeks. He ghosted his lips over yours, reveling in the way that you automatically closed your eyes and wet your lips in anticipation. He contemplated whether or not he should pull away to tease you, but decided against it. 

Who was he to deny you?

When your lips met, you let out an excited squeal, squeezing his bicep. When you guys pulled away, Jay breathed against your lips, “I love you.”

“Baby...” you mewled, sliding your hands up his chest to hook around his neck.

“I love you,” he repeated himself, leaning in to give your lips a peck. “I love you so fucking much.”

You giggled softly, your breath brushing against his cheek. “I love you, too.”

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How about the trickster, Wraith, Doctor, and Pyramid Head when they s/o is injured because of someone else thank youuuu

Heyooooo!! I greatly apologize for how long this took. Life has been crazy for me lately. Anyways, I hope you like this!!

Authors note: honestly was thinking about the scene from TWD where Glenn dies when I was writing the Trickster's part cause I saw it recently and I got sad lol

Warnings: mentions of blood but nothing graphic/ explicitly written

Trickster:

Ji-Woon may be a sadistic man, but he firmly stands by “no one can hurt them but me,” motto. So when you guys are in a trial together, he is living la vida loca. He loves the chase and he always leaves you for last and until you’re the last person, he tends to tease you with either a harsh smack to your ass or a small knick to your exposed skin with a throwing knife, it just depends on how he’s feeling at the moment. 

Today, he’s feeling a little flirty and has been giving you the usual butt smack, but also the occasional grope. The shock on your face afterwards is absolutely priceless and now he’s thinking of making this a normal greeting to you in the trials you share. It definitely doesn’t go unnoticed by the other survivors in the trial. Especially since they all hate being in trials with you two. You usually get special treatment and the flirting can be an eye sore after a while. You get it, you really do, but some of them are taking it out on you and you don’t particularly think it's fair considering how often you help them in all the trials. Ji-Woon was chasing after Ashley when he noticed you ahead of them. Ashley also noticed you in the distance and immediately sped up to where you were. Neither Ji-Woon or you expected what had happened next. Ashley grabbed you and roughly turned you both around and threw you into Ji-Woon who was already swinging his bat and ended up with you getting knocked out. While Ji-Woon was worried about you being unconscious, he put you up against a locker and ran after Ashley. It took no time to get the guy and stab him just enough to keep him alive. Ji-Woon dragged him by his hair over to where he left you. 

You groaned as you woke up, feeling blood dripping down your face and a raging headache. You were trying to clear the black spots from your vision when you heard a voice singing nearby as it slowly got closer. Your vision finally starts getting clearer when you see the flashy yellow leather jacket come into view. “Ahh, my sweet angel, you woke up just in time for the show,” Ji-Woon smirked down at you. He set his bat up against the locker next to you as he dropped Ashley next to you and kneeled down next to you. “T-The show?” you asked. Ji-Woon looked down at you with a small frown, noticing the clear pain you’re in. It’s different when it's intentional, but this time it wasn't and he was going to take out the anger on Ashley while you watch. “Jagi… this is for you darling,” Ji-Woon said before giving a cheeky wink and started to beat Ashley. 

By the time Ji-Woon finished, you were feeling sick from watching. The screams gave you a headache and there was blood falling from your face that wasn’t yours. You knew it wasn’t going to be too fun to deal with Ashley once you got back to the survivors camp, but it's also known that they shouldn’t try to do silly tricks with Ji-Woon as the recipient. Lots of you tried to see what the limits were with the killers and Ji-Woon was not one to mess with. Especially when it comes to you. You were off limits and everyone knew that. Or so you thought. You were still lost in thought staring at the bloody heap that once looked human when you felt yourself being picked up bridal style and you looked into the eyes of your feral man. “Did you enjoy yourself baby? Did you hear those screams? They were great, but not as pleasing to the ears as yours,” he sighed as he walked to a more secluded area. “Uh, it was quite the show Ji,” you quietly said as he sat you down on a short wall where you were eye level with him. 

He looked deeply into your eyes as he put his hands on the sides of your head and gently moved it to where he can see the damage to your head. He smacked his teeth in annoyance at the clear gash on the top of your scalp. He kissed your forehead as he went to grab a med pack he saw on the way over. Once he’s back, he quickly makes work on wrapping your head and giving small apologies when you hissed at the pain. “Ta-dah! You are healed!” he said doing jazz hands with a flashy smile on his face. You let out a snort at that. “Yeah with a swing like yours, I’m lucky to still have my head.” His smile didn’t fall as his left eye twitched at your comment. He, however, softened his smile as he rested his hands on your thighs. “You know I would never hurt you that bad. I know I can be a dick, but I do love you, jagiya,” he said as he leaned in to brush a surprisingly soft, sweet kiss to your lips. He pulled back slightly and rested his forehead against yours. You let out a small giggle before blurting out, “if only you were nice like this all the time.” Ji-Woon immediately pulled back, looked you dead in the eyes, and turned around to walk away, “good luck getting to see that side again!” “W-Wait! What? You can tease, but I can’t? Hey! I said wait!!” you hopped off the wall and ran up to him and jumped onto his back and wrapped your limbs around him causing you both to laugh as he just continued walking with you attached to him.

Wraith:

Philip could sense you the moment you stepped foot into his realm. You could say he has “Y/N senses”. Knowing you’re here, he transported to where you were at the edge of his realm. He was excited as the past few days, he hasn’t been able to see you because of the trials making it impossible to have time together. Either he was in a trial when you weren’t or you were in a trial when he wasn’t. He just missed you and couldn’t wait to gather you in his arms. However, when he transported to you, he was not expecting to see you in clear discomfort. He knows every now and then that the survivors can be hurt for a little while after a trial before they get properly healed, but he’s never seen you in this much pain before. 

You look up at Philip with a wobbly smile and tears in your eyes. You limped towards him when a sharp pain shot up your leg making you gasp. Philip’s arm shot straight out to grab you as you nearly fell forward. Philip pulled you into him and you sighed feeling his warmth surrounding you and wrapped your arms around his torso. He grunted at you to get you to look up at him. You can see how worried he is through his expression. “Oh Philip. It was such a tiring trial and I missed you so much.” He missed you so much and he knew that he wanted to just take care of you until you’re healed and spend his time spoiling you with his affection. He leaned down to you and rubbed his nose against yours sweetly before picking you up and transporting into the wreck yard building with the sound of his bell. 

Once inside, he put you down onto the makeshift bed you guys had put together a while ago. He leaned down to look at your blood-soaked wrapped up ankle. He carefully reached down and knew who the culprit was immediately. The bite marks of a bear trap are obvious and deep. He let out a small sigh as he grabbed some rags that were lying around to replace the tattered and soaked through gauze. He knew there wasn’t much for him to do to help and you knew that as well. It was just a waiting game at this point. “I’m sure you could’ve guessed it was a trial with Evan,” you were brought to this ‘world’ with your old childhood friend, the one that everyone knows as The Trapper. “Evan wrapped me up after the trial when I started heading here,” you pause, “he’s still looking out for me after all these years.. I hate that he still sees me as that clumsy little kid he met so long ago.” You let out a small laugh thinking about all the times he had taken care of your scraped knees and twisted ankles. Philip and Evan had a small, non-verbal agreement to always have an eye out for you. They both understand your importance to each other and Philip is happy that you have someone else that takes care of you out of genuine love for you.

You can already feel your ankle heal as the pain is finally subsiding and you can tell the wounds are closing up. You let out a groan of relief because now you can move it freely without wincing in pain. Philip was pleased knowing that you were feeling better and laid down in front of you on the bed and wrapped himself around you. His arms brought you closer to him as he breathed in your scent. You moved your head back a bit so that Philip could look you in the eyes. He loved the softness of your eyes when you were relaxed and in his arms. The past few days of not seeing each other made you both crave each other’s presence to the max and now that you are both in the present and wrapped in each other’s arms, you both couldn’t be happier. You both rubbed your noses together and then rested your foreheads together as you both breath in the moment.

Doctor:

Herman is definitely the best one to take care of an injured significant other. I know he specializes in psychology, but I feel like he knows basic first aid and has the facility to take care of these things. Especially considering his dear significant other is a survivor, they tend to get hurt quite often. However, he knows he can’t control what the other killers do when it comes to their trials, but he knows he can scare the other survivors to keep their hands to themselves.

When you finally got out of the trial you were in, he didn’t expect you to look so shell-shocked as you walked up to his desk. Herman stood up and slowly walked up to you and put his hands on your arms. “Are you ok my love?” he asked, trying to meet your far off gaze. You couldn’t even respond as you just shook at the thoughts of dealing with that damned creepy clown. He got you just as you were about to run out the gate. Being mori’d by that bastard makes you sick. Taking your pinky makes you want to throw up knowing he’s possibly sucking on it again. Herman’s eyes ran over your body in worry trying to see if there was anything physically wrong and noticed your wrapped up hand. He gently grabbed it and unwrapped the gauze. As he was finishing unwrapping he saw that your pinky was gone and put all the pieces together. He knew of your fear of the clown. For some reason, you’ve been able to avoid trials with him since you and Herman have been together, so it's the first time he’s seen you like this.

With a small sigh Herman brought you over to his desk and touched his nose against your cheek before going to grab some pain numbing ointment that he remembered having and some fresh gauze. Herman grabbed your chin and lifted your head up so he could look you in the eyes as he said, “I’m sorry that you had to deal with that creature of a clown.” You teared up a little thinking about the genuine fear you have when dealing with that guy. Herman rubbed his thumbs against your cheeks and placed his forehead against yours before he pulled away to take care of your hand. 

After finishing the rewrap and putting his supplies away he sat down at the chair of his desk in front of you and patted his lap. You got off the top of the desk and eased your way across his lap as he wrapped his arms around your waist. He moved one hand to rest on your thigh and rubbed his thumb against it in small circles. “Thank you Herman,” you said, wrapping your arms around his neck and tucking your head on his shoulder. “Anything for you darling.”

Pyramid Head:

Pyramid Head is definitely one of the killers here that no one messed. Killers and survivors alike. However, you’re an exception. You’re his lover and everyone is cautious of that. All but a few killers know not to cross a line when it comes to you since they don’t want to deal with the wrath of Pyramid Head. 

Today was a slow day for you and you thought maybe you would be lucky and not have a trial for a whole day. Unfortunately, as soon as you finished that thought, the fog consumed you and brought you to Haddonfield map. Probably one of the least scary maps in your opinion. Not yet knowing who the killer was always made you a little nervous, so you started working out your nerves by working on the generators. Sadly, you’re still on edge so you get startled by Vittorio coming up behind you, thus messing up the wiring and the generator combusting. “Vitto! You scared me,” you said, almost embarrassed. “I apologize. I didn’t mean to startle you,” he said genuinely. You both quickly started repairing it as you guys heard a scream far in the distance so you know the killer isn’t too close yet.

You couldn’t shake the feeling that no one went to help the person that got hooked so you left Vitto to finish up this generator as you made your way towards the person you can hear still struggling. Thank goodness you found the med pack on the way there and it looks like you made it just in time to save Steve. You got him off the hook and started making quick work on healing him, “hey kiddo, sorry I didn’t get here that fast-” “It’s ok, you got me. That’s all that matters,” he said. You’ve always had a soft spot for the younger ones here as it must be so hard being in a place like this, plus they were pretty nice kids so you took on the older sibling role for them.

Finally finishing with healing Steve, you guys got up and you were about to guide him to a generator to work on when you felt your heart rate increase. You both made eye contact and ran off in a random direction together just trying to escape the vicinity. You could hear and feel the heavy footsteps of the killer and immediately knew it was your monster man. That doesn’t change the fact that he would still do his job and hook you. Steve was just ahead of you when you pointed out the palette making him go in that direction with you still right behind him and Pyramid Head trudging behind you. However, you don’t think Steve knew that you were in close proximity because he dropped the palette on top of you. You groaned in pain and Pyra did not have the best reaction to you getting hurt by someone else. He nearly roared in rage when he broke the palette that was on top of you. Steve didn’t even get the chance to apologize before you told him to run.

Pyra leaned down to lift you up enough to sit you against the wall. You had blood dripping down from a small cut on your forehead. Pyramid Head was about to go after Steve when you grabbed his free arm and started rambling out, “wait! H-He didn’t mean to hurt me, big guy. It was an accident, he would never do that on purpose.” Pyra could hear the honesty in your tone and he rested his hand against your cheek and brushed his thumb against your cheekbone. “It’s ok bub. Give me a minute and you can hook me, ok?” He let out a little groan as his tongue poked out the open corner of the pyramid and caressed your other cheek. You both knew the deal when in a trial together and he always hooked you just to get you out of the trial faster. Not many survivors make it out when he’s the killer and he doesn’t want you to go through the stress of these trials. Although, for now, he’s going to bask in this small moment with you.

Anyways lmk what y’all think!! Requests are closed! You can put in a request but anything after 3/15 is going to take a little while

[wexhappyxfew]

And then “Look at you! You're spilling coffee.” For Brady and Annie >:)

HI POET!!!!!!! thank you so much for sending in a prompt + incredibly sorry it is so SO late for a response!! my summer has been so incredibly busy and i've only just gotten to this now, so i truly hope you enjoy!!! <3 annie and brady are an absolute joy to write and i always love getting to play around in the areas of time we get to see them in - so this is in the early days of getting to know each other and - you guessed it - it involves coffee haha! THANK YOU AGAIN!!! (also hi and hello i am back after an absolutely chaotic af week)!!!!!! <3333

porcelain, silk and starch

(a/n): ANNIE X BRADY GIRLIES THIS IS FOR YOUUUU!!!! getting back into some 'early days' sorta stuff for these two that i felt were needed for their connection. just those early moments of first meetings and interactions that i wanted to work with a bit! and ofc a cameo from co-pilot francis who is my fav of favs fr! a queen in true form!!! i hope you all (and poet most of all - this was a great prompt THANK YOU) enjoy!!! :D

“Silver Bullets should’ve been put into mass production the day she made the run over Caen,” Francis said, pulling her cigarette from her lip and patting the edge of the wing, the early dawn rays of the sun tickling the edges of the metal, “flies like a fucking angel, I tell ya, Bradshaw.”

Annie looked up at the large berth of wingspan for the B-17 and smiled a bit; it was evident how much Francis cared about the plane, like it was this thing they were caring for day by day, somehow watching it grow. It seemed Francis was coming around - they were actually on a name-to-name basis rather than incredibly formal 'Lieutenant Bradshaw' and 'Lieutenant Montez' callings. It was actually kind of nice. Annie knew Francis still held her bearings about everything, but she was more receptive and open-minded than she had been a few days back.

“So, how’d you get wrapped up in all this?” Francis said turning to Annie, a slightly darkened look in her eyes, “Some stupid bet, couldn’t handle a joke from a sick fucko back home? I’ll do you one better, an old boyfriend who thinks he’s God’s greatest gift-“

"Joined the WAC," Annie said, rather unceremoniously - not like her mother had been pleased, so Annie was just used to the lackluster of it all because of that fact (no one had been excited for such a thing, for someone like her, from where she was from), "started ferrying planes - fuel reloads, supply drops. Seems they liked me in the higher ups. Now I'm here." Francis watched her for a moment, smoke lingering up from the butt of her cigarette. With their uniforms on, they both actually looked half-decent - no pilot gear and uniform looking mangled from a mission, no sweat, burnt pieces of hair, frozen eyebrows and bloodied cheeks. Just like normal people for once.

“You know, I like that for you,” Francis said, “I had some guy tell me I could never pilot a plane. Showed him up.” Annie smirked from behind her aviators at Francis - quite the character, she could hold her own and had no problem telling it how it was. Yeah, Annie was already sold, even if Francis wasn't sold on her.

“So. The WAC. Do tell.” Francis said, pointing at her.

“Well, I did translating for a good period of time before I was wrapped up in flying. Gotta say if the opportunity had been presented, I would've stuck with it.”

“Whatcha translating?”

“German, French…tried to get a handle on Russian. Still trying my best with that.”

“Damn, Bradshaw,” Francis said before pointing a finger at her, “what the hell did that have to do with flying?”

“They said we couldn’t do it.” Annie offered back, crossing her arms and shrugging, "That sorta stuff you listen to, even if you don't want to. And then you do, even if they think you can't."

"Birdie really would've loved you." Francis said, the first real genuine smile growing on her face as she crossed her arms, "Wanna see inside?"

Climbing up into the belly of the plane, the lingering silence hit her like bricks, the feeling inside the fort. What had happened here. What they all knew had happened her; what the women of Silver Bullets had experienced. What had Montez said to let them know their pilot was dead? That she had to take control of the plane and the body was in the front seat? What mind-fuck had they gone through to wrap their minds around that fact?

"Pretty isn't it?" Francis said from behind her, briefly patting the edge of one of the seats as they both moved towards the cockpit.

"She's beautiful." Annie said, adjusting herself in the left side of the cockpit, running her hands along the buttons and the wheel and the edges of the window, "Really, it's a beautiful plane."

Glancing back at Francis, she noticed the woman far-off it seemed, eyes glazed, staring somewhere out to the hazy horizon. Annie slowly brought her focus forward again - Birdie had died here. Right where Annie was sat. It was a wonder Francis could even walk up here again - Annie gave her a lot of credit.

"Well," Francis started, blowing breath from her lips, a quick smile darting onto her lips, "we'll have plenty of time to admire this bucket of bolts in the coming days, for now…we oughta get ourselves to the dining hall. Breakfast. Ain't they say it's the most important meal of the day?"

Francis' voiced trailed off somewhere between her talking about breakfast and saying how she thought the most important meal of the day was actually dessert. Annie stood there for a moment, in the middle of the plane, lingering in the stillness, the plane that had launched that crew up into the sky and came back down without a pilot. Who still stood tall and strong, right here, right now.

Annie tried to clear her mind. She hopped out of the plane, landing beside Francis, rather gracefully, and looked up at the co-pilot in the morning sun, who was grinning like a goose at her.

"How many missions you been on?" Annie asked Francis, genuinely curious. She was trying to connect the dots from the incident to now. Had they been up in the plane after what had happened? With a new replacement that hadn't made the cut? How many had Birdie been on?

"Only two." Francis said with a slightly constrained look, before seeming to shrug it off as they made way towards the dining hall, "They wouldn't allow us to go with any of the replacements until we did a practice run or two. As you can see, those didn't go too well." Annie glanced at Francis and evidently saw the stress running rampage through her. It was evident in her face, in the way she spoke - she wanted something to work, she wanted to get in the sky again, she needed something to go right for the first time.

"If I get the position. Officially, that is," Annie started, looking up at Francis, "I intend to keep Silver Bullets as one of the best B-17s in the air. With the crew we've got, the co-pilot," Francis smiled, "I don't doubt that. Birdie had the crew for a reason." Francis watched her, a bit of sentimental air wafting through them as Francis reached out and squeezed her shoulder.

"You're a good one, Bradshaw," Francis said and Annie quirked out a smile, "c'mon."

Entering the dining hall - Annie realized quickly it was only for officers and high-ranking officials when she saw the likes of Major Cleven and Major Egan at a table together, huddled over some coffee alongside Kidd, Crank and DeMarco.

"Here we go." Francis said, leading Annie towards the center strip of table, covered in a white tablecloth, filled with all sorts of baskets of goods, utensils, coffee and mugs, "Usually, you can just get it served to you. But. Figured you'd want to see the spread, huh?" Annie's eyes widened at the assortment of things as Francis gently gave her shoulder a tap.

"I'll get us a table, get your fill, I'll get the food." Francis said before walking off, giving a wave to a few, fellow officers down a few rows of tables, bee-lining towards the food line.

Annie stood quietly for a moment, her eyes running over the length of the table in slight amusement and wonder. Growing up, she never had the sort of luxury as much as simple things like sugar or cream - even in coffee. Coffee was usually black, and a little watered down (it saved them from having to buy so many coffee grounds, you know?), and usually it was bitter. But you washed it down because it was what you had.

Now - there was sugar, cream, honey, biscuits for dipping, actual cloth napkins, a little spoon just for stirring! Gently, she touched the white tablecloth, the soft texture something so delicate and foreign to her in ways someone shouldn't have to think of.

Tablecloths were rough, scratchy and torn where she came from.

Here - they were soft, cream and stitched.

Annie retracted her hand and instead focused on the coffee.

Coffee.

Sometimes all she wanted day in and day out was coffee.

Reaching forward, she picked up a mug and cradled it in her hands - it was still warm, like it had just been freshly cleaned, straight from the hot water.

Annie had remembered feeling out of place before - plenty of times had she done things in her life where being the odd one out was normal for her. But now - even with just beautiful tablecloths and hot coffee mugs - she felt like being the odd one out was something she had to address. Right now.

Glancing around, officers and officials at the tables weren't looking at her (of course, they wouldn't be, why would they, this is normal for them), but for her, being in a place like this? With things like this? Annie set the mug down and then looked at the pot of steaming coffee. She debated. Did she need the cup of coffee?

"Hey," a voice said from somewhere to her left, causing her to turn away from the coffee pot and towards the voice, finding Lieutenant John Brady there, a smile on his face, as he slowly removed his crusher cap, "Bradshaw, right? New pilot for Silver Bullets?" A smile popped onto Annie's face as she suddenly took in that it was that pilot - from a day or two back - John Brady.

A part of her had been wondering when she'd see him again or even just around. He'd been nice, hospitable, and had a funny sense of humor she could get behind. People like that you wanted in your back pocket. Even if all she knew was his name and that he had a nice face.

"Yes. Annie Bradshaw." she said, unable to help her ever-present mannerisms and held out her hand (as if they hadn't met a few days ago and they'd all but tag-teamed Major Egan), "….uh, Brady?" He grinned - she knew it was him too, she couldn't forget a face like that, but she wanted to test the waters. Give a bit of it back.

"Brady. John Brady." he said, reaching forward to shake her hand, smile growing on his own face, "How's it been going? Hopefully Egan wasn't bearing too hard after your introduction a few days ago." Annie laughed - almost a bit nervously and awkwardly - trying to make impressions was something she was never great with, but things usually weighed in her favor at the end of the day.

"No, no, it was fine, really," Annie said, as she slowly dropped his hand, a slight tinge of warmth pooled in her stomach at the thought of his hand again - and the fact that was the second time she had even touched his hand, "Major Egan is definitely quite the character."

"That he is." Brady said with a laugh, shoving his hands in his pockets, nodding to her aviators in her front pocket, "Busy day?"

"Francis' showed me Silver Bullets," Annie said with a nod and a smile, "she's a beautiful plane." Brady smiled at her and then glanced over Annie's shoulder at Francis, before readjusting his eyes on her.

"That crew's really glad you're here," Brady said, face falling slightly, "after what happened…." Annie nodded to fill in the gapping hole of words.

"I'm giving them my all. After everything." Annie said quietly and Brady nodded, watching her, something in his lingering gaze a comfort in a way she would never make out, "Well, don't let me be in your way-"

"No, no not at all," Brady said quickly with a nod, "coffee drinker?"

"Yeah," she said, reaching up to run her hand along her hot collar a bit - almost like she couldn't get her mind in gear properly, "never did have much of any of these sorts of fixings back home, so….to say the least, I'm pretty stoked to try it out." She looked back to Brady who was watching her with a quiet look on his face, a soft grin riding his cheeks as he reached forward and took his own mug.

"You said you were from Mankato? Minnesota?" he asked her as she reached forward and picked up the pot of coffee and began pouring.

"Yeah," she said, turning to look at him as she poured, "didn't have a whole lot, but…it was home." There was a twinge of pain to that word. Home. Her mind blanked for a moment, before she was hearing a voice in her ear and her hand was burning.

"Look at you! You're spilling coffee. Here, here-" Annie blinked and turned her eyes and found Brady slowly removing the coffee pot from her grasp, the mug overflowing with hot coffee there on the starch table clothes, stained with dark puddles of drying liquid, her heart pounding. She watched frozen as Brady grabbed some napkins to dab at it, before looking to her gaze again.

"You okay there?" he asked her, placing a hand on her shoulder, "Didn't mean to batter you with questions, I swear my folks just raised me like that, questions and all-

""No." Annie said quickly, shaking her head and looking at her hand stained with hot coffee and gave a nervous smile, cheeks turning a bit pink, "I got….distracted. About home and this place. It's…it's all good. Sorry. About the coffee. And now the damn table cloths." Brady chuckled and took his hand off her shoulder and grabbed the empty mug and poured the coffee to a reasonable amount before handing it to her.

"Don't you worry, Little Birdie," he said with a smile, "it's a big place here. Lots to look at, get distracted by. Being so far from home anyway, that is. I'll let the cooks know-"

"Little Birdie?" she said, interrupting his train of thought. Brady grinned.

"You're a lot like Birdie. Captain Faulkner. You remind me of her, ya know? So - Little Birdie." he said with a smile, "Much better than Egan calling you No Name, too." Annie let out a laugh and nodded.

"Yeah, way better." she said and Brady smiled. For a moment, they stared at each other before Annie cleared her throat and looked at the coffee cup and back up at him.

"I'll be-"

"Your hand okay-" The two looked at each other before letting out a few nervous laughs.

"You first." Annie said, "Rank does its duties."

"We're both Lieutenants, Bradshaw."

"You're 1st. I'm 2nd." she said with a smile, "So?" Brady smirked, before the corner of his eyes and lips softened.

"Your hand okay? The coffee was pretty hot." he said softly and she nodded.

"Fine." she said, "Had cuts and bruises worse than this. Climbed trees as a kid." Brady watched her, brow peaked in interest. She smirked. "Also fell out of a lot of trees, too, so….all good." Brady let out a chuckle at her words, watching expectantly as she cleared her throat.

"And yes…..I was just going to be going. Don't want to hold you up." she said and then looked up at him. "I'll see you around?"

"Yeah, of course," Brady said, "probably flying club, right?" Annie raised a brow.

"Flying club?" She really was quite clueless on more than she thought.

"Drinks, dancing, music - get the tension out of your shoulders sorta thing." he said, another grin growing, "So, I'll probably see ya tonight?"

"Right." Annie said with a smile, holding the mug close to her, forgetting about cream or sugar, "Sounds good to me. I'll see you around. Thanks. Sorry again." And with that, she was turning away, slightly mortified at her clear inability to pour coffee efficiently. She hurried towards Francis at a table with their food, slamming her body and the mug of coffee down, meeting Francis' slightly annoyed gaze at the rough presence announced.

"You okay?" Francis asked her, eyeing the coffee and Annie's face again, "You look a little flustered. Hey, you drink black coffee?" Annie looked between the coffee and Francis and then sighed again.

"I meant to grab…." Annie looked over her shoulder and watched as Brady poured some cream into his own coffee cup - the one she had previously overflowed, to her own mortifying realization - and was now wandering away with, sipping it ever so gently, settling into a spot beside DeMarco. A pair of fingers snapped in front of her face and she turned quickly to look at Francis.

"Grab what? The LT's attention or a donut?" Francis said, before chuckling at Annie's slightly flustered expression and chuckled, "I'm just kidding you, c'mon, let's eat up. I think we're doing a practice run, just us girls - maybe with Just-A-Snappin', too." Francis bit into a piece of toast, "Harding wants to see us in the air. 'Longside another crew."

"Alright." Annie said with a nod, "We can make that happen." Francis smiled.

"Good," Francis said, "now, eat up. Don't need my pilot going hungry in the cockpit. Might have to feed you some of Margie's crushed up peanuts she's always carrying around-"

"Oh God." Annie murmured, "Bessie warned me….briefly…"

"Yeah, they're a goddamn curse on that thing, but she swears on it. Superstitious that one is." Annie chuckled at Francis' words and they continued to eat and discuss their day. Annie couldn't help but think of it all though - porcelain, silk and starch.

Everything and all things.

When you came from nothing, things like that were practically gold.

[milks-thoughts]

Oh my goodness, can I just say that your writing are just to die for!!✨ I loved the stimming ones of the reader and the turtles and also the autistic reading one with Leo it’s so cute and I’m also autistic and that made me smile so hard! Can I request a headcanon of Leo/Mikey having soft cuddling time with a Fem!reader (but I’m fine with GN reader). Please take your time and keep writing, they’re such a joy to read <3

thank youuuu <333 I’m glad so many people are loving the stim ones! This is going to be fem! but can be read as G/N if you just flip a few words around Y’know?

TW: NONE ITS FLUFF

𝘊𝘜𝘋𝘋𝘓𝘌 𝘛𝘐𝘔𝘌𝘚

Mikey

☼ he loves cuddle time! literally his favorite part of the day

☼ what’s that? you’re sad? CUDDLE TIME IS EARLY BABYYY

☼ you couldn’t pay him to have cuddles with you, only because he won’t take your money

☼ sometimes he just ‘ plops ‘ down on you, I mean you’re his girlfriend! he wants to cuddle :D

☼ It was the chilly month of January, and god did it feel like it in the lair. There was a mutual understanding that movies and cuddles were due, so you and Mikey got a fort put together and threw your laptop in it. Plopping down with your bowl of snacks and a warm drink, the two of you started arguing about what movie to watch. Mikey was insisting on some random hallmark movie and you though Easy A. “ A Christmas Carol is obviously what we should watch! “ you shook your head in disbelief “ Easy A is so much better than any Hallmark movie! it has a actual plot “ you scrolled through the movie selection as you argued. The both of you seemed to almost jump up when you saw ‘ Finding Nemo ‘. Mikey clicked on the movie and you both laid in a comfortable silence, but as the movie progressed you both eventually found comfort in each others arms. You smiled down at him as the movie ended. Mikey was fast asleep, and you were so close to joining him, his calm breathing mixed with the warmth of your fort slowly lulled you to sleep.

LEO

✭ adores cuddling with you

✭ by far his favorite couple activity

✭ Leo absolutely drags you to bed just to cuddle

✭ he’s got you in his grasp, not even the police can make him let go

✭ Honestly you don’t what you were expecting when a blue portal opened up, your boyfriend randomly kidnapped you sometimes. You let out a soft noise when you hit his plush mattress. Leo smiled and immediately tackled you into a hug, peppering kisses on your face. He smiled giddily when you blushed and laughed “ You’re real cute Y’know? some may even say you’re falling for me “ you groaned but failed to hold down your giggles at his subpar jokes. “ guess that makes me a angel “ you hummed and started to kiss his stripes, those crescent moons were some of your favorite things on Leo. He blushed and nuzzled into your cheek with a soft huff. You nabbed a blanket and threw it over you two, it’s soft fabric covering you two as you traced Leo’s shell gently. Your soft breathing filling the room

[avionvadion]

One, really love the drabble regarding El and Lucifer. Especially since you can tell Lucifer is struggling to stay in the moment, but Elanora is doing a pretty good job keeping him grounded in reality. Which works out in his favor because that actively lets him start writing the letter instead of giving up before he even starts.

Two, I admit it. Whilst I know the circumstances probably won't let it happen, I can totally see El joining in on Ellie and Charlie's duet during "You Didn't Know" (maybe she was dragged along so she can guilt trip the higher ups of Heaven lol) because sure, she may not be able to come up with lyrics on the spot, but I can see her being able to join in on that sort of thing. And, well, considering everything revealed at Heaven El would be justified in getting a bit angry at Sera alongside Ellie and Charlie-

Alsjslsjlaksks thank youuuu! 💕💕💕

I struggled so hard trying to write Lucifer a song. El was going to sing a song that followed the line of “trust me” but I couldn’t find one outside of FnaF and Jungle Book (oh the irony there) before scrolling through my old middle school Sound Cloud playlist and was like, wait. Holy frick. Lost Within fits Luci so well???? And thus that happened, lol.

Anyways! Sorry. I ramble.

Luci’s brain is so scrambled, he needs someone to pull him back sometimes. I imagine there ends up being a few moments when he and El are together and he starts to get so distant it actually starts to scare her, and she ends up grabbing his arm- surprising him and snapping him out of his spiraling mind- to make sure he doesn’t just… disappear.

And for sure El would go with them. Charlie will be using her to be like, “All the Sinners at the hotel have been protecting this poor, innocent soul that was wrongly summoned to Hell! She’s been helping me redeem them, one step at a time!”

Heaven is absolutely going to lose their shit because WHAT DO YOU MEAN A HUMAN WAS SUMMONED INTO HELL!??? Emily would be ecstatic while Sera is just… no longer functioning.

They probably try to convince her to stay in Heaven instead since she’s so “pure hearted” or whatever and it’d be safer for her, but El is like, “Haha sorry I promised Lucifer a thing so I gotta stay” and they’re like “LUCIFER!??? WHAT PROMISE!???” “Ah, well, he said he’d protect me if I give him advice about some stuff and I kinda gotta be in Hell for that…” and Adam just fucking loses it. “BITCH YOU’RE STAYING IN HELL FOR THAT FUCKING LOSER???” “That loser’s ex wife used to be YOUR wife, dude” “SHUT THE FUCK UP, STAY IN HELL. HOPE YOU DIE TOMORROW AND TURN INTO A DEMON SO I CAN EXTERMINATE YOU NEXT WEEK”

(Adam immediately gets smacked upside the head by Sera)

I think by that point in time, El has been in Hell for so long she can participate in songs- but she can’t burst out singing with one of her own. Also maybe her relationship with Lucifer comes into a play a bit, since he’s magic (ancient magic, specifically) and… well…

Being repeatedly exposed to magic would certainly start letting one be affected by it, right? Haha… ha… ahem. Maybe she isn’t wholly human anymore after a while. El may not have fallen or died, but giving oneself to the literal King of Hell, former archangel or not, isn’t about to let you stay Human. 👀

Anyways. Yeah. El would be pissed and would probably throw shade at the angel council that, while Hell may be full of horrors, the people there are at least honest- something Angels are supposed to be- and have gone out of their way to make her feel welcome, whereas Heaven is full of hypocrites and assholes like Adam who just make her uncomfortable.

“If Hell is forever then Heaven must be a lie! If Angels can do whatever and remain in the sky!” Ellie hops up on the table behind Emily and Charlie. “The rules are shades of gray, when you don’t do as you say! When you make the wretched suffer just to kill them again!”

Hell is Forever is such a freaking bop though oh my gods. You Didn’t Know a masterful reprise of it.

I’m obsessed with Loser, Baby though. It’s so swingy and jazzy and UGH. It’s so good.

[lvrsturniolo]

🍁 sweater weather 🍁

when getting Matt and yourself matching sweaters for fall, you had no idea how much he’d adore you in it.

content : (NSFW) this is my first time writing smut so bare with me!! Bf!Matt x Gf!Reader smut, fingering (F receiving), oral (F receiving), pet names (baby, angel, sweetheart, sweet girl). Matt waking reader up with head! think that’s all!! Lmk if i left anything out!!

Comment if you like and leave requests if you wanna 🫶🏻

i stir awake, feeling cold, like my blanket was torn away from me. as I open my eyes i start to feel an amazing sensation between my thighs, looking down to see my boyfriends disheveled morning hair, barley peeking above the blankets. M’sorry baby, couldn’t hold back anymore y’just looked so fuckin pretty he mumbles, sending vibrations through my body as he speaks against my clit. I let out a soft whimper, having been woken up by my boyfriend eating me out. Y’looked so gorgeous in that sweater, was dreamin about it all night he says sleepily, talking about the sweaters i got us, he’s still wearing his too. F-fuck Matt, feels s’good i moan, now fully awake. He pulls a hand away from my thigh, bringing his middle and ring finger up to my mouth, suck baby. i comply, bringing his fingers into my mouth and sucking lightly, before allowing him to pull them out and bring his digits down towards my entrance, where he slides them in, my spit making the task easy. A soft moan leaves my mouth as he hits the spot he knows all too well mm-matt im s’close i say, trying to keep down and not wake Nick or Chris. Yeah? G’na come f’me sweetheart? Those words were all i needed, my legs started shaking harshly and my head rolled back, mouth stuck in an O shape. My eyes screwed shut in pure bliss, as i come undone on his tongue and fingers, his other hand keeping my thighs apart long enough to continue to suck my clit, slowing movements as he helps me ride out my high.

As I recover from my orgasm, he slowly brings his fingers out of me, sucking them clean as if he were starving. Tastes so good baby, needa try this. He says as he brings himself out from under the blanket, reaching my face and gently bringing me into a kiss, letting me taste myself on his tongue. Did so good for me, angel. He comes moves back beside me, bringing me close and wrapping his arms around my waist. G’back to sleep baby, im so tired, just couldn’t help myself. I love you so much sweet girl. i love you too baby, thank you. Always sweet girl. He says as I wrap my arms around his, snuggling in closer to him as we slowly drift back to sleep. God i love the fall, and the absolutely amazing mood it puts my boyfriend in.

🍂 🎃 🍁 ☁️ 🍂 🎃🍁☁️🍂🎃🍁☁️🍂🎃

mel speaks

hi!! i know this isn’t very good but it’s my first so leave suggestions on how to better my writing!! Also if you have any requests leave them in my inbox because i rly wanna start writing more of these!! thank youuuu

[pollenallergie]

OKAY OKAY i’m horny and sad so i cope by building onto your sahd billy thoughts. when he first found out that you’re finally pregnant, being a dad was all he could think about. it reminded him of his own childhood, and you watched that despite the joy he was facing, his anxiety was a crushing force. so in your third trimester after you’ve gotten your maternity leave in order, you sit down and clasp your hands over billy’s before making a proposition. during the initial 8 weeks of maternity leave your job has granted you, he can resolve any of his carpentry jobs that he hasn’t finished before the arrival of the baby. however, once you return to work, would he consider staying home with the baby for your peace of mind? both of you know it’s as much about him as it is you, but he jumps at the chance. when you welcome your gorgeous daughter into the world, he cries harder knowing that he’ll be the one to help her grow. he’s nervous around her at first, but he has such strong parental instincts that even if he fumbles with tasks, he usually knows how to sooth the baby. he spends his days with her reading books and going out for walks in a sling that was definitely designed for women. he’s so diligent about making sure she never spends more than 15 minutes in a dirty diaper, and is the only one besides you who can quiet her when she gets gassy. seeing the parental instincts in billy make you wildly horny, and you bet your ass that if the baby is with grandparents or has gone to sleep that you’re giving billy sloppy head and letting him pull your panties to the side and fuck you deep and hard in a combo of desperation and the need for speed. no medication he’s ever taken compares to seeing you come in the door with groceries after work and beelining to him to kiss your two favorite people. i have more thoughts about when the next kids come along and pregnancy, but i’m exhausted so just expect more soon!!-🍊

snskenjdndkdkfkfj i apologize in advance for the lackluster response but!!! ik that you recently sent in another ask and like i’m very stoked about you being back!! you were very much missed!! so i wanted to like respond to this ask as a thank you!!! and also i will absolutely try to have a response ready for your most recent ask by the end of the year!! its just that like… school b kicking my ass rn! but after finals, i should have more than enough time to read it and obsess over it and reply to it in the most feral, unhinged way possible 💖💖💖

love youuuu

also yes!! to all of this!!!! he’s soooo diligent about making sure his darling baby girl is properly taken care of, so much so that he is absolutely the kinda dad who is super reluctant to let your (drunk) relatives hold her at family gatherings. like if uncle jim has had more than two beers, i’m sorry, but billy is not letting him hold his beautiful, fragile, delicate baby girl. absolutely not. no way. at times he’s maybe a bit overprotective, but it’s only because he values the safety and happiness of his family above all else. he’ll do anything and everything to make sure the love of his life, his lifelong partner, the owner of one half of his heart and his beautiful baby, his darling girl, his little angel, the owner of the other half of his heart, are both safe and happy and loved and content, just as you would do for him and for your daughter. you’re two of the most doting, most nervous parents in the world, but it’s hard not to be when the very product of your love is so damn adorable and also, unfortunately, still damn tiny and so damn fragile. but, let’s be honest, even when your beautiful girl is no longer quite so small and helpless and so easily put in danger (she could be dropped, she could be shaken, she could choke!! oh my god there’s so many things to worry about!!!), you’ll still fret over her endlessly. of course, as she grows older and more independent, you’ll both give her the space she needs to mature and find herself, but you’ll never really stop worrying about her and you’ll never really stop trying to dote on her and to care for her. you’ll absolutely be the parents who visit her while she’s away at school and bring just sooo much food with you and, oh gosh, if billy notices that her and her roommates don’t have gloves, he’s gonna immediately knit them all a pair because “it’ll be winter soon! you two could get frostbite! you need gloves!” as she gets older this sort of fretting will begin to annoy her, and when she’s a teen it’ll absolute infuriate her at times, but eventually she’ll grow to appreciate it, and, when she’s your age, with a baby of her own, she’ll look back on all those years of ceaseless doting and fretting and fussing fondly. of course, even when she has a baby of her own, blessing you and billy with your first grandbaby, you’ll still continue to dote on her and to fret over her, even as you dote on and fret over your new grandbaby too. you and billy will probably be the kind of parents who show up to the hospital while she’s in labor with huge care-packages for her and the new baby and your son-in-law, making sure all of your loves are properly taken care of. and billy’ll definitely cry when he hold his grandchild for the first time, just as he did when he held his daughter for the first time, just as he did when he held each of her siblings for the first time. <3

[rosy-thorneded]

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Okay, @gasmeros, you little poop head. Youuuu asked for it.

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Just wanted to explore mind control that behaves more like a really strong temptation and CAN be resisted if one has the self-control to. It's a Danny Phantom fic. Didn’t even decide on a villian. Here are all the words in that doc

“Sit.” The command came muffled through Danny’s hands, pressed tightly against his ears. His breath hitched in anticipation, expecting his muscles to lock up and move on their own, or a numbness that turned his mind off beyond the desire to obey. But nothing like that happened. He didn’t suddenly lose control of himself or his body. Instead a want trickled into his chest, quickly filling him up. He’d felt want like this before. When he smelled Tucker’s beef jerky after going too long without a meal, when Flash made fun of his parents and he itched to retaliate with his fists, when he stayed up late to study but his bed was right there calling his name. If he hadn’t been aware of the magic involved, he probably wouldn’t be able to tell it wasn’t his own desire. The ground looked exactly where he wanted to be. He knew folding his legs would feel just right. Danny stayed solidly on his feet, breathing out a quietly surprised, “oh.” He drew himself up, letting his hands fall back to his sides, as he smirked at The Villian. “Yeah, that’s not gonna work on me. I’m not a dog, and I’m not going to sit.” The Villian tilted their head. “Does putting negative connotations with the action help you resist?” Danny rolled his eyes and launched at The Villian, who dodged with a lazy side step. “I don’t need help resisting this pathetic excuse for mind control.” Danny followed The Villian with a swing of his fist. He thought once he refused to sit that the command would break, but the desire to sit down on the ground stayed a tantalizing temptation. To deal with it, he promised himself that he would sit down after The Villian was dealt with. He sent another ectoblast at the Villian, watching it slam against a hastily cast shield. The villain hummed again, and fought silently with an impassive expression. It took Danny a while to realize that the Villian was stalling, waiting, tiring Danny out. It was only a moment later Danny noticed that he’d stopped flying around. Danny’s feet were firmly planted on the ground because it seemed to satisfy the hungry want while simultaneously making it worse. Like putting a bite of cake you’re not allowed to have up to your lips. He shot back up into the air with a sharp inhale. His chest ached with the loss. Danny snarled at the knowing look on the Villian’s perfectly calm face. “Just hand over the crystal!!” Danny snapped, throwing another useless ectoblast that collided into another shield. “No, I will not.”

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Torturing Danny again in this one. But this time, he's accidentally stumbled into a Fae. No plans beyond this other than maybe she's interested in his half ghost status, but it messes with her magic so it doesn't quite work on him. Here are all the words in that doc

Danny was, for the lack of a better word, enchanted. The girl sat atop a mossy rock with an absolutely dazzling smile. Her stick straight, babyfine, golden blond hair shimmered in the sunlight, giving her an ethereal glow. She leaned forward and her hair slid off her shoulder like a silky curtain. She tucked it behind her ear with thin, delicate fingers. Danny swallowed, and thought that he might have hit his head harder than he thought and was either hallucinating or seeing an angel. Her smile widened, like they were sharing a delightful joke together. “Aren’t you going to get up?” Danny blinked for the first time since spotting her, realizing he was still laying on his stomach in the mud and in the middle of a very damaged bush. He pushed himself up and stood, wincing. The fall hadn’t been pleasant. His gut and rib cage had taken the brunt of the impact along with his elbows that kept his head from smashing into the ground too hard. “Oh, you poor thing. Come here.” The girl extended her arms like a mother offering to scoop up her crying toddler. She seemed much too small to hold him. She couldn’t be more than half his size, but even still he found himself limping towards her obediently. His gut didn’t appreciate the movement, and sent him to his knees with a sharp twinge before he could get to her. “Aw,” she cooed, and slid off her rock. Danny blinked up at her. She towered, thin, frail, elegant, with a height greater than his dad’s. He looked back at the rock, trying to remember her before she stood, trying to reconcile what he had thought he’d seen with what he was seeing now. But at no point had she changed and he can’t wrap his head around it. “That must hurt so, child.” “I… um,” Danny looked back up at her. “I’ll be alright. I just… need a minute. Sorry.” “Of course.” She beamed again. “I can give you a minute.” “Thanks.” Danny winced with another twinge. He glanced up at the sky through the trees, looking for the ghost that punched him so hard he turned mid battle. That caused him to plummet into the woods below. “Um, what are you doing out here? It might not be all that safe right now.” Danny looked back at the girl, the woman, to find her still smiling, and still staring intently at him. This time he didn’t feel like he was in on the joke. “I can assure you that I am completely safe.” “Um, I don’t know, there’s a-” “What’s your name, child?” Danny paused, a bit thrown off by the interruption. “I’m Danny.” “Daniel?” Danny shook his head, even as a shiver ran through him with the sound of his name in her voice. “Danny. I prefer Danny.”

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is half written backstory for dnd character that I never used. He was the youngest in a wealthy family and an absolute brat. His sister threatens to cut him off from his allowance if he doesn't stop being a waste of space. But instead of like... going to school or working for anything, he decides to make a deal with the first deity he can find, becoming a warlock, not realizing he actually has to do things for said deity.

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Danny Phantom fae AU where he turns half fae instead of half ghost and his parents are fae hunters instead of ghost hunters and yadda yadda. This one's old and I don't remember the plan. Again, sharing the entire doc

Danny trotted outside the house with his bucket of nails, and a pair of loppers. His trott a little more exaggerated, each step a little more forceful than necessary all to keep his light up shoes blinking. He turned on the headlamp and made his way towards the back yard. He'd been sentenced to maintenance duty with the fence, which could only be done at night. His parents constantly told him and his sister that fairies only come out during the day. Danny didn't believe them. At seven years old, he didn't believe in fairies anymore. His big sister said they weren't real.  He set the bucket down, and adjusted the loppers in his grip. He opened them up and cut the first vine that had krept it's way across the gravel mound, reaching for their wooden fence. His parents said the vines would grab him and take him away forever if he ever touched them while they were awake, when the sun was up.

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OG stuff. Colton's brother turned into a vampire and killed their parents. idk. Sharing the whole doc again.

“I didn’t mean to hurt anyone. I… I just don’t know how to control it.” “Then maybe you should stay away.” Jason took a step back, the heel of his shoe splashing into a shallow puddle. His heartbeat thudded in his ears and he wondered if Colton, his older brother, could hear it too. Colton froze, stopping his approach with a stricken expression. “Jason… you don’t mean that.” Jason was going to be sick. Colton looked just the same as always. Just like the brother that helped him with his math homework, the brother that all Jason’s friends thought was the coolest, the brother that snuck him a cigarette one summer when their parents kicked them out of the house to argue. But the illusion was broken by red eyes that gleamed at him in the dark. They were emotionless pits of a predator and not the warmly fond earthy brown of his brother. He swallowed down the taste of bile, and managed to whisper. “You killed them. Mom and Dad- You-.” Colton stayed still, entirely too still, for a moment, before the troubled anguish on his face doubled. “I didn’t mean to, Jason. You have to know that.” Jason took another step back and halted when Colton matched it like he’d seen it coming. His breath stuttered. “Jason, please.” “You’ll… If you can’t control it, you’ll- I’ll-” The dark alleyway swayed as Jason’s head spun. “No! Jason, no. I would never hurt you! I was just… so… hungry. But I’m not anymore. I promise. I won’t hurt you.” Colton took an experimental step closer. Jason stumbled away, gagging as he saw Colton bent over their mother’s broken form with his teeth tearing at the flesh of her neck. Hungry. His elbow hit the brick wall before his shoulder slammed into it and knocked him over onto a stack of soaked pallets. Arms of marble caught him before he could crack his head open on the pavement.

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I think this was a Tumblr prompt. Civilian saves hero and villian or something like that. idk, dude. Full doc again because fuck u

Thomas wasn't trying to be a hero. He really wasn't. It had just been common sense that kept him from running. If he didn't shut down the furnaces properly, they would overheat, and if they overheated with the hero and the villian prancing around and breaking things like they were, there was a very high chance of a fire. A fire left to spread in this particular factory would most definetly level the city. Thomas had tried to run. He wasn't the kind of person to stick around to watch heroes and villians fight. The first thundering quake of the ground and the shattering of glass had him sprinting faster than he'd ever in his entire life. But that had only lasted a few moments before a blast shoved him off his feet, slamming him to the ground. He covered his head, curling up small. Another shockwave upheaved the cement under him. The world spun in a confusion flury of

there. hope you had fun skimming. (jk love u)

[almostfoxglove]

Hi!

If still available, could I get 🩹 with Frankie pretty please?

Thank youuuu

absolutely angel!! tysm!

your song, is Love is an Accident by Flyte, if you want something to listen to! here's your moodboard ❤️‍🩹

[lestappenforever]

hi angel c:

i wanted to introduce myself, mclaren video anon is here *shyly waves his hand*

I'm from Czechia so English is not my first language and not even near to it so I'm really sorry if this ask gonna be a mess,, 🥴

I also wrote some Lestappen dynamics asks (for example this one https://www.tumblr.com/lestappenforever/728150895813115904/i-love-lestappen-dynamic-i-love-how-similar-and?source=share), Oblivious Charles Leclerc idea (https://www.tumblr.com/lestappenforever/728236675926556673/i-was-thinking-about-how-the-topic-of-oblivious?source=share), quatar shit-show and a lot of other screaming 👉🏻👈🏻

also I'm the one who's engi-nearing his limit at uni. I'm feeling better now! even though I have some tests already coming next week and I really need to study hard but how am I supposed to do that when LESTAPPEN HAD THE PADEL DATE AND NOW IM CRAVING FOR CONTENT???? I really REALLY HOPE that we'll have some photos. please. Universe, HEAR ME OUT IT'S LIFE OR DEATH SITUATION we need that.

yk I came to F1 cause of cars. I love cars with all my soul. for me it's the most beautiful creation of humanity. cars. cars. and I was like ok cars racing adrenaline and now? here I am screaming about some gay married couples again. I thought it would be my straightest interest. but who am I kidding? 20 men on a grid. how that was supposed to be straight?????

to this ask: I KNOW RIGHT??? IM STILL NOW OVER IT IT'S DEFINITELY THE LOWEST I HEARD HIS VOICE EVER https://www.tumblr.com/lestappenforever/731046319552151552/i-just-want-to-say-remember-that-anon-who-said-in?source=share

Mona, I love you and your blog. I'm so grateful that you're posting all of these, that you're so open to anons and it's so comfortable here😭 THANK YOUUUU THANK YOU THANK YOU you're the best you're the loveliest you're the sunshine and the bless to this fandom

and to end this long ask wanna say about your fanfics. angels roll the dice is a masterpiece. cause of fucking course it's a masterpiece. and the 2nd part of it is my FAVOURITE fanfic about the marriage. every time when I'm feeling lonely I open it and reading. the shoe game is the best part, I'm laughing so hard even though I'm reading it for the 20th time. and the 3rd part... oh my god. I was a bit scared that it's gonna be angsty but I was like "Mona wrote that. C'mon, Denis, you need to read that, whatever it is, it's gonna be a masterpiece". and it was. realistic and so Lestappen-coded. that was beautiful.

19 times the grid saved Lestappen? I couldn't drink my coffee cause of laugh. Let them sing? shit that was so HOT. Lap dance with THAT dirty talk? I was dead. Not Fucking Leaving? couldn't survive that. Mona, you're absolutely my favourite writer on ao3. I don't have enough words to express all my THANK YOU's for you

I hope you're okay, I love you and you are the best

*gives a hug if it's permitted*

Oh my God, Denis (love your name, by the way), hi, hello! It’s so nice to be able to put a name and a blog to some of my absolute favorite anon asks, so I'm so happy you decided to send me an ask off anon. ❤️

I love Czechia - it’s such a beautiful country. And don’t you worry, your English is great and absolutely nothing you ever need to apologize for.

I'm so happy to hear that you’re feeling better about uni, and I am absolutely certain that you’re going to nail your tests next week! And I am so with you about needing more Lestappen content following that padel date - we have honestly been deprived, and I'm crossing everything I have that some high quality photos and videos will appear in the coming days.

Cars are truly beautiful, wonderful creations, and I very much understand why your love for cars would bring you to F1. And I'm so glad it did, because I wouldn’t be having the pleasure of talking to you right now if it wasn’t for that! Even if it did turn out to be as straight of an interest as you had anticipated. 😂

Denis, I don’t think I can express in words how much your ask means to me, and how happy I am to know that you enjoy my blog and that you feel welcome and comfortable here. Because you are so very welcome here - you and everyone else who would like to come into my ask box, on anon or off, or anyone who just want to scroll through my blog in silence. You are so lovely and wonderful and kind, and your ask has truly made my day. I love you. ❤️

And I am so, so incredibly happy and grateful for your kind words about my fics. Nothing makes me happier than knowing my writing can bring such joy to others. Knowing that my words can evoke such emotions in my readers is such a huge honor.

I'm your favorite writer on AO3? 🥹 Please excuse me while I go sob from overwhelming happiness for a while.

Thank you so, so, so very much for this ask, Denis - I love it as much as I've loved each of the asks you’ve sent me on anon in the past, and I hope you know that you can come into my ask box whenever, about whatever, or send me a DM. I hope you’re having a beautiful Saturday, you are absolutely wonderful, and I love you too. ❤️

And I'll happily take a hug any day. 🤗

[mattslolita]

im maybe annoying now but im just eager to talk to youuuu...sorry tho baby😔...but I have TON of hw for tomorrow and i still didn't do it but i have to go to sleep and wake up then wash my hair put it in sock then get ready for school and shot AGHHHHH I HATE BEING A GIRL.😭🎀

dont u dare EVER be sorry for wanting to talk to me, angel !! i absolutely love that you want to☺ why haven't you got to ur homework?? washing my hair literally has to be the BIGGEST hassle ever istg 😭

[makoodles]

mak..i have just read sex education p2 and i fucking loved it HAHAHAH you gave us humor, angst, smut, and then post-coital domestic bliss...the holy trifeca but make it five..a fivefecta? LOL just a few comments i have to make:

happy pride to neytiri 🏳️‍🌈 we love a good wlw moment (i totally meant to send this before pride ended but i didn't have time to read until now oop) BI-TIRI????? (apple we need a bi flag emoji)

jake being used as a man should be used? absolutely living for it...like i said in p1...SLUT HIM OUT!!

jake not communicating properly that they're all a throuple? absolutely living for it 100x more. he's such a big fucking goofball. throuples and polyamory isn't my biggest cup of tea, but you wrote it so well i think i may have shifted sides (only for them tho..)

lo'ak being a sweet lil angel baby <3 that was such a cute scene, i love that bby boy has another figure he can count and confide in. HIM ACTING PROTECTIVE??? my heart bursts.

the smut was amazing.

shoutout to my favorite line, "I don’t need your fat fucking fingers poking inside of me again.” I CACKLED!!! this is probably some shit i would say irl so it really made me laugh. jake would have fat fucking fingers LMAO

you did great <3

(also the first time in your inbox...so hi 😜)

screaming at this gksdjfgkdag kendraaaaa tysm !!!

i was so damn nervous about posting so this means the worlddddd !!

obsessed with "jake being used as a man should" lmaoooo you just know our boy was loving having reader wrapped like a vice around his cock while neytiri rode his mouth, he may as well have just died and gone to heaven right there

but tHANKKK YOUUUU i had an absolute blast writing their dynamic lmao, it was the olanetu scene that i was stuck on for agessss for some reason?? idek know why 😭

[tired-biscuit]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY YOU ABSOLUTE ANGEL, YOU! bisky you are one of the kindest and funniest people on this website and it’s such a joy to be able to see little glimpses into your life and your sunny personality <3 i hope you feel how loved you are and i hope your boys are smooshing you in a delicious bisky sammy rn!!!!!

KAE :(((((( i am squished in a biskibanaru sandwich and it’s all thanks to you, bb <3 THANK YOUUUU MWAHHH, I FEEL WARM INSIDE COS YOU CALLED MY PERSONALITY SUNNY!!!!!

[taintedcigs]

Hi

First of all, congratulations on grad school it all sounds very exciting for you!

Second of all. I LOVE your writing. Seriously love it !!

Third of all. Can we possibly have a time frame on the next chapter of Getaway Car ? Absolutely no pressure at all but after that cliffhanger I am drying to find out what happens next !

Thank you

thank you thank you thank youuuu!!! you're such an angel for this!!! im so glad you enjoy my writing!!! and sadly, i don't :( i'm very unmotivated w getaway car. i know ill churn it out sometime in the future but my life is v stressful rn so its on hold at the time being. BUT just know that they'll for sure get their happy ending!

[moonjxsung]

OH MY BEAUTIFUL AMAZING WIFE.... ITS BEEN AWHILE :(

How have you been? Anything neww???

Do I have to beat anyone up for you?

Or....*gasp* YOU WANT A DIVORCE??? IM SO SORRY I WAS GONE FOR A WHILE!!! ILL MAKE IT UP TO YOU MY LOVE, MY STARFIRE, MY SHOOTING STAR!! ❤️❤️

anyway! I hope you're doing good my love, and I promise I won't leave for that long again 🤗🫴♥️

HIIIIIII MY LOVE I MISSED YOUUUU 🫶🫶💖💝💗💘💕💓💞 I’m doing okay !!! Nothing new to report, I literally had the laziest Saturday ever just cleaning my apartment and and now I’m binging Majora’s Mask gameplay bc I don’t have my game cube to play it anymore (💔)

No one to beat up and ABSOLUTELY NO DIVORCE…….

I LOVE YOU BABYYYY how is your weekend going. Good I hope 👼🫶 MWAHHH ily ily take care of yourself my angel