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chile i forgot to tell y’all im on a hiatus until next year my bad 😭
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anyway i now write for bnha 🤡 so uh
#bnha x reader#shinsou x reader#bakugou katsuki x reader#katsuki bakugou x reader#katsuki bakugo x reader#keigo x reader#denki kaminari x reader#kirishima x reader#kiribaku x reader#deku x you#deku x reader#aizawa x reader#bakugou x you#ochako x reader#dabi x reader#mha x reader
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Don’t know if you’re still doing requests, but could you write a Dick x Kory fic with Kory being protective/overprotective of him? (Either because he’s a squishy human that gets hurt in fights or just as a regular protective partner, either or) I love that stuff.
I LOVE THIS i'm gonna do it. idk when it's gonna come out but it will ty for the request !!
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hugs and other intimacies (with an angel and a demon)
pairing(s) || aziraphale / crowley (established), crowley / reader (established), aziraphale / reader (established)
requested || no
synopsis || just a celebratory night in after armageddon’t
warning(s) || kisses, suggestive dialogue, implied smut, cuddling, hugs
note(s) || [p/n] = pronoun
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“crowley, wait! slow down!”
you held onto the back of his seat as he, you and aziraphale sped through the mostly empty streets of london, crowley driving recklessly as you and aziraphale scolded him.
“i’ve driven at this speed countless times! plus, it’s our night to celebrate! we’ve avoided the end of the world and the end of our lives, i think i can live a little dangerously.”
you yelped, hitting your head as he slammed into the parking space in front of the bookshop. he turned, cursing softly as he heard your grunt of pain.
“my dear [name] are you alright?”
aziraphale opened the door, and you stumbled out, kissing your teeth. “yeah, yeah i’m fine.” crowley came around, and put a hand in yours, his gesture apologetic. you rolled your eyes, and mumbled a small, “it’s okay, crowley,” as you squeezed his hand. aziraphale opened the door, and crowley held an arm out. “after you, darling.”
you walked in, and immediately felt at home among the stacks of old books, and scrolls. the smell of ancient paper, ink and something distinctly aziraphale greeted you like a warm hug.
aziraphale took your hand and led you and crowley to the back of the shop, asking if you’d like some cocoa. “thank you, aziraphale that would be lovely!” crowley waved the offer away, and pulled you into his lap and kissing you, chuckling as you let out a small gasp.
you couldn’t ignore aziraphale’s loving gaze watching your interaction with the only other being he loved, and you called to him, saying, “forget the cocoa, angel. i just want to be with the both of you.”
he made his way to the couch, and sat next to you both. you sighed contently as you settled yourself between the two, aziraphale giving in to your pouty lips as he cupped your cheek, kissing you softly.
you reciprocated eagerly, pressing your lips to his in a somewhat desperate attempt to get closer to him. he held a hand at the back of your head, and another on your thigh.
crowley scoffed affectionately, his glasses now on the table in front of you. “jealous, anthony?” you spoke softly, a smirk on your face. “bah. i don’t get jealous, c’mere.” his kiss was scorching and intense, but no less passionate as his tongue parted your lips, and started to explore. you gasped softly as you felt aziraphale’s well manicured hands reach your more intimate parts, his lips on your neck and collarbone with vigor.
“not on the couch, aziraphale,” you muttered into crowley’s lips. the angel smiled. “well then, to the bedroom we go.”
xx
the three of you lay in a sweaty, content heap, breathing heavy and eyes glazed over with bliss. “hey there,” crowley muttered over your head to aziraphale, who responded with a tired grunt and a kiss to crowley’s palm.
“i gotta pee,” you mumbled, as you untangled yourself from their embrace. aziraphale chuckled as crowley pulled a face at you, which you returned.
while you were in the bathroom, crowley and aziraphale lay in content silence, sharing small kisses and encouraging words.
“angel,” crowley mumbled, his eyelids drooping, mind slipping into the blissful state of sleep. “i really love [name]. a lot. and you, you’re perfect. absolutely wonderful, y’know?” aziraphale nodded, cupping his lover’s cheek. “i know, my dear boy. i think you’re amazing as well. utterly stunning.” crowley smiled, putting his head on aziraphale’s (now clothed) chest.
you made your way out of the bathroom, now clad in a sleep shirt and shorts. you smiled at aziraphale as he beckoned you to the bed; you climb in, spooning crowley.
“goodnight, dearest,” he mumbled, taking your hand as you fade into a comfortably sound sleep.
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#aziraphale x reader#crowley x aziraphale#aziraphale x reader x crowley#ineffable husbands x reader#ineffable spouses#x reader#x gender neutral reader#good omens fluff#david tennant x reader#michael sheen#michael sheen x reader#good omens x reader
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here for you
pairing || alec hardy / gender-neutral!reader
pov || third person omniscient
summary || alec does his best to comfort you after a bad nightmare
warning(s) || cursing, nightmares, kissing, uhh, kind of smut? idk i'm half asleep as we type
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"they're all gonna leave, [name]"
you're standing alone, vulnerable and bare, as the voices screamed from the black mass, taunting you, teasing you.
tearing you apart with words alone.
you scream and cry, turning to run as the mass grows limbs that seem to be made of tar; you're running, running, losing the mass.
then you trip.
your body seems to give up as you sob on the floor, your voice growing hoarse as your sobs get more frenzied. the sticky black mass surrounds you with it's poisonous tendrils-
"[name]!"
a voice calls out from beyond the cocoon of shame, guilt and regret. the voice is worried, almost pleading with you as it grows louder and louder-
"[NAME]"
your eyes fly open, and alec is looking over you, worry etched into his features. his warm brown eyes soften as your lower lip quivers, tears pooling in your eyes.
alec runs a hand over his face as he pulls you to him, whispering soft reassuring words as your frenzied sobs quiet to small hiccups. his hand goes to cup your cheek, as you look up at him. "sorry," you mumble, wiping your eyes with the heel of your hands. you have snot running down your face, and you look like hell.
(he means this in an "i'm sorry you have to deal with this" way, not a, "i think you're unattractive" way. he's sure you know this)
your boyfriend smiles sadly, shrugging you off, and gets out of bed. he can feel you watching him go, your gaze lingering on him blankly.
xx
he doesn't like to see you cry.
he pours you a glass of water, and grabs a washcloth, wetting it with warm water. as a victim of nightmares himself, he understood how draining they could be for someone.
he hates that the "someone" in question this time was you.
he makes his way back to the bedroom, quietly urging you to sit up as he wipes the dried tears and snot off your face. you feel your eyes droop as he offers you the glass of water; you take it gratefully, whispering a "thank you" as he waves you off. "you wanna talk about it?"
"no, i don't. can we just...lie here? together?"
he nods, and you set the glass of water on the nightstand. he crawls into the bed beside you, mumbling, "do you want a kiss?"
you nod enthusiastically, smiling as he leaves a soft kiss on your lips, grunting softly when you return the affection with a sudden vigor, kissing him deeply. he pulls you on top of his lap, and grips your sleep shirt. he feels your hands find purchase in his hair, on his chest, anywhere, to reassure that's he's here, he's real and he's not leaving.
his hands find your hips, and grips them tightly, tight enough to leave bruises, but you don't mind it. it helps you feel grounded. he flips you both, and puts his hands on either side of your face, tongues exploring each other's mouths. he presses himself into you, groaning as you buck your hips up, eager to feel him. he returns the gesture, and your shirt is thrown off.
-x-
the silence after your frantic love making is comforting, the only thing to interrupt it the occasional attempt at pillow talk, that ultimately leads to you laughing at alec's poor conversation skills; he'll then kiss you again, pulling you toward him for soft, intimate kisses along your neck and face.
you both stay that way; kissing and cuddling, exchanging kind words and semi-nonsensical jokes with no punchlines until he yawns in between kisses; his eyes droop. you kiss the corner of his lips, and you get comfy beside him, pressed against his chest.
"goodnight, darling. sweet dreams."
you fall asleep to the sound of the water outside, and the feeling of his chest rising and falling.
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fawk.
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First Time For Everything
pairing || crowley (good omens) / gender-neutral!reader
requested? ....no
synopsis || crowley's never kissed anyone. you remedy that
warning(s) || cursing, making out, implied smut, hair pulling
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"shut the fuck up!"
you sat up in crowley's stiff white couch, your eyes wide as he flushed a bright red, waving you off with a glare. "don't start, [name]."
"six thousand fucking years? and not one kiss?"
crowley shrugged. "i've never found the time to try it out.....or the right person to try it out with." you chewed the inside of your cheek, fingers resting ever so slightly above your lips. "well....i could help you!"
the demon ran a hand through his hair, chewing his bottom lip. "you would do that?"
"yeah! then you won't be a kiss virgin,"
you muttered that last part, laughing as crowley threw a harmless little knick knack at you. "rude."
"cheeky."
he got up, stretching out his long limbs as he sauntered his way over to you. he was nervous; you were the first person, fuck that, first being he'd ever really wanted to try anything romantic with.
-x-
you'd met the demon in st. james park, after feeding peas to the ducks. he'd seen you around, either by the bookshop, or walking with a friend in the park.
crowley had finally worked up the nerve to talk to you, after a week of hyping himself up.
"hello there-"
"it took you long enough"
he'd stopped in his tracks at that remark. "excuse me?"
you looked up from norville, a wily old mallard, and smirked at the ginger.
"you've been over there staring for a while. i was worried for a bit."
crowley's tongue darted out to wet his lips as you raised a brow.
"oh?"
"yeah."
-x-
he blinked, coming out of his head as you patted the seat next to you. "now, if you want, i could take it slow."
"i'd prefer it." you nodded, and took his face in your hands, swiping a thumb across his lower lip. "ready?" he could only nod as you leaned in, placing your lips on his.
he knew it would feel good, but not this good. your lips were soft, and tasted like the white wine you'd been sipping on 20 minutes ago. he put his hands around your waist, but kept his lips still as you pulled away.
"like that, yeah? you can just copy what i do, if you don't know what to do."
he copied you as you lips connected again, cursing softly as you teeth clashed together. you smiled, encouraging him to try again by kissing the corner of his mouth. "before we try again, though..."
you took the glasses off his face, titling your head as he closed his eyes. crowley barely resisted, so lost in bliss, but once he realized what was happening he shut his eyes and sucked in a breath, saying, "i can't, [name]. what if you hate me? if i open my eyes, will i be considered lovable, still?"
you furrowed your brow. "i could never hate you, crowley, if that's what you mean. you know that, right? you're one of the best friends i've ever had, and so, so worthy of love, my darling."
he willed his tears away as he opened his eyes.
and you gasped.
his serpentine eyes looked up at you hovering over him, pupils slightly blown. "oh, crowley, you are gorgeous. an absolutely stunning creatu-"
he smashed his lips to yours, surprising you as he put his hands more firmly on your hips. you bit his bottom lip, causing him to open his mouth.
crowley groaned softly as your hands found his vibrant ginger hair, and your tongue explored his mouth. you let out a breathy moan as he pulled away. his lips were swollen and his pupils were extremely dilated as he gazed up at you.
"wow, hi."
you chuckled softly, putting a hand on his chest. "hey there." crowley kissed your lips again, softer this time, and more intimate. you reciprocated, but broke apart with a giggle.
"well, i've been waiting to do that for a little bit."
crowley smirked. "well, y'know, i haven't really done anything more than kissing.....if you catch my drift...."
you stood, nodding. "i could teach you a little bit more, then?"
"i'm looking forward to it."
he took your hand, leading you to his bedroom.
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shit.
#crowley x reader good omens#anthony j crowley#anthony j crowley x reader#good omens#good omens fanfiction#good omens x reader#david tennant x reader#x reader#x gn!reader
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“we need to start kink-shaming again” idk what y’all are on bc i never stopped and neither did a lot of women. what so many ppl online call kink is just abuse again women and thinly veiled, if it’s not just outright, pedophilia and you should be shamed for it. get a grip and examine your own behaviours.
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a symphony
pairing: alec hardy / gn!reader
requested? nawr
synopsis: alec hardy never thought he'd find someone that takes his sad little song, and makes it better.
warnings: cursing, sad fluff, gender-neutral!reader, based on 'i hear a symphony' by cody fry
a/n: i really do love this man pls
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he was falling in love again.
he came to this realization as he watched you swing your hips to the upbeat pop nonsense playing from your little bluetooth radio. he was sat at the little two person table by the window, holding a warm cup of tea in his hands, trying to ignore the rain outside.
he didn't know how to feel about it; on the one hand, it was exhilarating, feeling his stomach come alive with butterflies when you came near, or how his cheeks heated up when you said something naughty.
but it was scary, too. he didn't like the idea of feeling so strongly for another person after tess; she had said he was perfect, and still found a way to cheat. what if you did the same? what if he wasn't good enough for anyone? what if--
"what's going on in that head of yours, alec?"
you sat across from the jaded detective inspector, your eyes soft and holding his gaze steadily.
he shook his head, turning to the window. the rain had only gotten harder in the few minutes the two of you held that intimate eye contact.
"nothing, darling. just thinking."
"you do that a lot, alec. you want to talk about it?"
he shook his head again, sighing softly. you tilted your head, clutching your own mug of [hot beverage]. "then i'll talk, if that's okay with you."
he motioned for you to go on.
"you...alec you bring out this song in my heart. a song that used to be sad little piano notes that would occasionally 'ding' on a one off date. this song had no rhythm, no real tune. no feeling in it.
but you came up to me on that unusually cold summer day, holding that little coffee cup in those big ass hands,"
he gave a chuckle at that as he remembered. the cup had been comically small in his hands as he handed it to you.
"and you asked me out, all apprehensive and shit. and it felt...it felt good. good to know not everyone had this unnecessary swagger about them, this unrealistic confidence. so i said yes; and my heart, that sad little simple song, it fucking......swelled into this big symphony. it felt so good.
it grew louder as you stuttered and stumbled through our dates, as you walked me to my door, and kissed me on our third date. you were so nervous, love. it was endearing."
he felt his eyes well up as you took his hand in yours, lacing your fingers together.
"you took this little song, and single handedly turned it into this....symphony over the course of three dates."
alec had tears running down his face as you finished your monologue, his body heaving with the force of his sobs.
you stood, motioning for him to do the same. he wrapped his arms around you, melting into your embrace. you sniffled softly as he buried his head into your shoulder. "i love you so much, alec." you whispered, as he mumbled a small, "i love you, too."
and he felt it. he felt his little song swell into so much more
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oh yeah, i did cry with this one
#alec hardy x reader#alec hardy x gn!reader#x reader#broadchurch x reader#david tennant x reader#broadchurch fanfiction#sad old dilf :(#x gn!reader#fluff#my fic
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omg i loved ur di hardy fic and male reader diego fic <3333 you write so well!
thank you so much !!
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My Fics
a link to all my fics in one post !!
BROADCHURCH
call me alec - alec hardy / fem!single mom!reader
SYNOPSIS: “[name], you should’ve been an artist, ‘stead of a bloody receptionist.” “well, we don’t all get what we want; i’m doing enough to support me and my kid.”
WARNINGS: fem!single mom!reader, kisses
kiss in the cold - alec hardy / fem!reader
SYNOPSIS: Alec is very much fond of [Name], but not too fond of the cold settling over Broadchurch.
WARNINGS: fem!reader, kisses, a little bit of suggestive dialogue
a symphony - alec hardy / gn!reader
SYNOPSIS: alec hardy loves the symphony that swells in his chest when he's with you
WARNINGS: cursing, sad fluff, based on 'i hear a symphony' by cody fry, gender-neutral!reader
here for you - alec hardy / gn!reader
SYNOPSIS: alec does his best to comfort you after a bad nightmare
WARNINGS: cursing, nightmares, kissing
GOOD OMENS
kisses and cocoa - aziracrow (or ineffable wives) / fem!child!reader
SYNOPSIS || just a little down time in the snow with our favorite angel and demon, and their baby girl
WARNINGS || fem!toddler!reader, it’s the wives cuz honestly i love them and they deserve more, reader is like, 5
bullies - parent!ineffable husbands / teen!non-binary!reader, ineffable husbands
SYNOPSIS || [Name] is being harassed relentlessly, so much so that their parents have to step in
WARNING || cursing, lgbtphobia (specifically transphobia and/or enbyphobia)
are you trying to romance me? - ineffable spouses / fem!reader
SYNOPSIS || an Ineffable Spouses x Reader, where the reader is a prophetess that Aziraphale brings back to the book shop and she kind of flirts with both Crowley and Aziraphale?
WARNINGS || fem!reader (tho i don’t really use any pronouns besides ‘you’)
first time for everything - crowley / gender-neutral!reader
SYNOPSIS || crowley's never been kissed. you remedy that
WARNING(S) || cursing, making out, implied smut, yada yada yada
hugs and other intamacies (with an angel and a demon) - aziraphale / crowley / gender-neutral!reader
SYNOPSIS || just a celebratory night in after armageddon’t
WARNING(S) || kisses, suggestive dialogue, implied smut, cuddling, hugs
MARVEL
"thanks" - jessica jones / fem!cage!reader
SYNOPSIS: just jessica being amazing and your brother being overprotective
WARNING(S): cursing, reader is luke cage’s sister <333 i’m gonna start using all lowercase i’m tired lol
love, a little too complicated pt. 2 - jessica jones / fem!reader
SYNOPSIS: jessica jones loves her girlfriend. but it takes a dire situation for her to realize
WARNING(S): kilgrave being an ass, (minimal) cursing, blood, implied assault (sexual and otherwise)
warped reality - peter parker / fem!reader
SYNOPSIS: “Could you please do a Peter Parker x reader? Where the reader has the same powers of Wanda? And in the end of the infinity war she thought she lost him and created her own reality where everyone is alive and well. The more she spends on her on reality the more she becomes insane and becomes the next *cough cough* villainess of the next spiderman movie.”
WARNING(S): a lil bit of cursing, follows the plot of wandavision LOOSELY, like, same synopsis, might be a series???? also i’m aging both peter and the reader up to 18, to better fit the plot
cuddle time - wanda maximoff / gender-neutral!reader
SYNOPSIS: “hi :)! can i request a fic with wanda maximoff (mcu) based on “You took all the pillows so I’m using you as one,”? gender neutral reader please 👉👈”
WARNING(S): fluff !!! neutral reader, small swear
PRODIGAL SON
meeting the (definitely homicidal) parent - malcolm bright / gender-neutral!reader
SYNOPSIS: malcolm unintentionally takes his partner to meet his father, The Surgeon.
WARNING(S): cursing (minimal but still), martin whitly being...himself
come again soon pt 2. - martin whitly / fem!reader
SYNOPSIS: "Could you do a fic with Martin Whitly, where reader is making a documentary about The Surgeon and she goes to interview him, but he starts to flirt with her and throws her off her game, just so she’ll have to come see him again. Please and thanks. (So glad to find someone else who writes for Prodigal Son!)"
WARNING(S): not much, actually
SUPERNATURAL
no matter what - dean winchester / gender-neutral!reader
SYNOPSIS: "Hi! I was wondering if you could please write an X reader for either Sam or Dean Winchester (whoever you want to write for is fine, I don’t have a preference) where the reader comes out to him as panromantic asexual and wants to see if that is okay with him. Thank you 😊"
WARNING(S): gender-neutral!reader, fluffy fluff
THE UMBRELLA ACADEMY
are you saying i'm not romantic? - diego hargreeves / male!reader
SYNOPSIS: "Are you saying I’m not romantic?" - Diego Hargreeves x male reader (if you're comfortable with that?) maybe where the Reader and Diego get separated at the end of season 1 and find each other in season 2 and share their first kiss or something?? (if you decide to write this please no smut? I don't really like that😅)
WARNING(S): one homophobic guy, a smooch
ALEX RIDER
nothing yet !!!
DOCTOR WHO
nothing yet !!!
DC
nothing yet !!!
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call me alec
pairing || alec hardy / fem!single mom!reader
pov || third person omniscient
synopsis || "[name], you should've been an artist, 'stead of a bloody receptionist." "well, we don't all get what we want; i'm doing enough to support me and my kid."
warning(s) || fem!reader, uses she/her pronouns !!!
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"so, next week you can't take her?"
[first name] [last name] bounced the crying one year old on her hip, chewing on her nail as the wailing grew louder. "oh, gia please, mummy can't figure out what's wrong..." she pounded her fists on her shoulder, incomprehensible babbles intertwined with the wailing.
[name] felt close to tears herself as her shitty ex, drew, kept explaining why he couldn't take gia for his weekends. "i've got a trip with the bosses, [name]. you understand, surely?"
"no, i fucking don't. but what i do understand is that i'll never get a real reason from you. thanks for doing your part," the [h/c] woman whispered, venom lacing her words as she slammed the receiver down. "bloody hell," she choked out, as tears threatened to spill over.
gia looked at [name], her [e/c] eyes drooping sleepily. you sniffled, dropping onto the couch, and looking over at the easel sitting in the corner. [name] felt her lips lift in a watery smile as she looked at the unfinished painting of a bouquet of pink and white roses collecting dust in the corner.
"soon enough. i'll finish it soon enough."
and with that she closed her eyes, and slept.
–x–
"morning, miller!" ellie turned to face her friend, handing her a mug of tea. "morning, [name]. how's gigi?" [name] smiled softly. "she's a bit cranky...i think she's coming down with something." you looked worn, as if you barley slept anymore. ellie tilted her head, starting to speak before a deep voice interrupted her.
"miller, we have a callout, a man scared his cows were stolen by his rival. let's go." ellie smirked at her friend as he looked away, and [name]'s gaze focused on the floor as she tried not to laugh out loud. alec turned toward her, his reading glasses sliding off his nose. "[last name] are you alright? what's so interesting on the floor?" she looked up and shrugged, hiding her laughter. "thought i saw something, sir. you alright? good? good! have fun with the cows and whatnot!"
"yeah, uhm, yeah."
ellie shot a look at her friend as the two walked off, eyebrows raised. [name] rolled her eyes back, mouthing, 'i panicked!'
–x–
as [name] stepped into her house, a harried alice morrison (her trusted babysitter and next door neighbor) met her head on. "hey, ms. [last name]! gigi is asleep, i cleaned up the living room, and i'm late for a date with nicki; oh, and i think gigi is coming down with a small cold. i gave her children's tylenol, and some juice."
the [your height] woman nodded, pulling alice's weekly pay out of her pocket. she smiled, and hugged [name]. "see you tomorrow!" and with that she was gone.
she looked in on gigi, who was sleeping semi soundly. she was warm; but didn't seem to be in too much pain, so [name] shut off the light and left the door slightly ajar. seeing as the house was clean and gia was asleep, she decided to pull out the half done painting in the corner of the room, waving away the dust it had collected.
the painting was still in good shape, the color just a bit faded. [name] made her way to her room, shedding her work clothes for comfy sweats, a t-shirt and a smock, an unrestrained smile on her face.
–x–
alec stood on [name]'s doorstep, his hand trembling as he raised it to the doorbell. he didn't want her to think it was too odd, coming to check on one of his subordinates, but a small part of him did want that; an excuse to go home and forget he'd ever pined after [name].
no, he was going to confess, and perhaps she'd reveal that she felt the same about him.
he rang the doorbell, and bit the inside of his cheek, his eyes trained on the pot of succulents on the step by his foot.
"hello, sir," [name] exclaimed, an undertone of surprise in her words. he tried not to stare at her, admiring the uncharacteristically bright glow decorating [name]'s features. her [e/c] eyes were shining with joy. he smiled softly, taking in her [h/c] hair and the splotches of paint on her face and hands before remembering that he was here to speak. "oh, uhm, i wanted to...to talk. with you. can i come in? if you aren't busy of course, and if you are i can come ba-"
[name] ushered him inside, closing the door and offering him a beverage. he declined and held out the flowers in his hands. "these are for you, by the way. she felt her face heat up, as she muttered a small, "thank you". alec wrung his hands, looking around, eyes landing on the canvas. "you...you paint? well, obviously, there's paint on your clothes. did you paint this?" his warm brown eyes were wide with admiration.
[name] nodded, suddenly demure. "i started this months ago.....the flowers are gone, but the roses you gave me could be incorporated into it." alec smiled at [name], saying, "it's beautiful. should've been an artist, 'stead of a bloody receptionist! you could be the next van gogh!"
he turned to see [name] smiling at him warmly, arms folded. "well, since drew left, i have to do what i can."
"you could sell this! did you want to be a receptionist?"
"no, but, we can't all get what we want, can we? i'm doing what i have to to support my kid and i, okay?"
alec could hear the sadness under her anger, and decided not to push the matter further. the two of them got quiet, [name] going back to her painting, alec sitting on the arm of the couch. it stayed like this for a bit, until she turned to face him again. "why're you here, sir? did you come to give me flowers? to compliment my painting?" he frowned, softly looking toward the window, focus on the setting sun. "no, i...i came to tell you...that i fancy you, [name]."
she almost dropped her brush, as she muttered a small, "bloody hell". as she looked at her boss, his face seemed to light up with the red of the setting sun behind him. "well, that's good. i like you too, di hardy." alec stood and looked at you, an uncharacteristically soft smile on his face. he whispered two words before putting his lips on hers and kissing her intimately:
"call me alec."
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#david tennant x reader#x fem!reader#alec hardy x reader#alec hardy x you#he's still fine tho#broadchurch x reader#x reader#David Tennant#broadchurch#elllie miller x reader
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pairing: jessica jones x fem!cage!reader
requested? noawr. BUT i do have a ten x reader on the way and a crowley x reader
synopsis: just jessica being amazing and your brother being overprotective
warning(s): cursing, reader is luke cage’s sister <333 i’m gonna start using all lowercase i’m tired lol
a/n: manifesting jessica jones in the mainstream mcu i miss her sm
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jessica was watching you across the corridor, a bottle of whiskey in her hands, and a scowl etched into her features.
she was watching the boy from the floor above--some twenty-something man child who had too much gel in his hair and a smug expression on his average face--chat you up, arm on the wall next to your head, trying to explain the plot of some anime (that you’d watched over a hundred times).
you had a fake smile stretched on your lips, while your eyes quickly turned from his face to you. jessica felt your voice enter her mind: ‘help me out, jones!’
‘you’ve got telekinesis, [name].’
‘i don’t wanna hurt the dude!’
she rolled her eyes, and briskly walked over to you both, cracking her knuckles. “hey.” The man turned to her, frowning. “can’t you see we’re talking?” you slid out from under his arm quickly. “no you were trying to explain an anime i’ve seen already, dennis. i was trying not to do this,”
you used your ability to lift the man into the air, eyes narrowed in concentration. dennis went pale, his eyes widening. “you’re one of those powered people?”
“yeah, i am. and by the way,”
you made him float closer to you, locking eyes with him. “being told you’re ‘pretty for a black girl’? isn’t a fucking compliment. it’s disgusting.” jessica felt all her nonchalance leave her body as she glared at dennis. “seriously?” dennis had no time to respond, as jessica punched him, smiling when she heard the crack of his nose breaking.
“you broke my nose, what the fuck!”
jessica lifted the man by his collar. “and i should’ve done worse. take this as mercy, dipshit.” dennis scrambled into the elevator, passing both trish walker and luke cage. luke turned to look at him, then at you and jessica.
“who was that? and what did you do?” trish asked, nodding at you in greeting. you snorted. “insulted me. you know what he said? “you’re kinda pretty for a black girl. i thought we left that shit behind.” luke put an arm around you protectively. “did he touch you? at all?” you shook your head. “nah, but i was about to throw him through a window.”
trish laughed, as you wiped your hands on your jeans. “now, you said something about taking us to breakfast?” she asked, putting her arm through yours. “i did. luke, is claire around?”
“waiting outside. we can go to the diner in harlem, they make the best eggs.”
“shit you mean ‘betsy’s food ‘n’ grill’? she’s still running it?”
jessica took your hand, a small smile on her face. “you know betsy’ll never die. she’s immortal or something.” the four of you walked into the elevator, and anticipated breakfast, ready to enjoy the day.
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shit.
#jessica jones x reader#jessica jones imagines#luke cage x sister!reader#trish walker x reader#x fem!reader#x sister!reader#marvel x reader#jj imagines#jj x reader#luke cage#jessica jones#krysten ritter x reader#mike colter x reader#i love them
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And You Came Again (Come Again pt. 2)
martin whitly x fem!reader
requested? i saw a few people ask so i will deliver
warning(s): suggestive dialogue, martin being himself (i love him), cursing, maybe
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You woke up giddy, your eyes shining. You’d cleared a second visit to Claremont with your boss which meant that you got to see the silver haired sociopathic bastard that had your heartbeat quickening and your face heating up.
You faced your closet, pulling out a [f/c] dress (one that indiscreetly pointed all the attention to your chest and legs) humming to yourself.
You knew that you shouldn’t have been so excited to see someone who’d murdered so many others; He was seen as a monster, a “psychotic killer.” He had a nickname and everything!
“But dammit if that psychopath isn’t hella attractive,” You muttered to yourself, pulling on your shoes and putting on your coat.
You climbed into your camera woman’s car, waving her off as she handed you a list of questions. “I don’t need those, I have my own!” Quinn furrowed her brows, looking at you quizzically as you touched up your makeup. “Are you alright, [Name]? You seem....fuzzy headed.”
“I’m fine, Q.”
She pulled into the daily New York traffic, pursing her lips. “Mmhm,” She hummed, smiling softly. “Meet someone?”
You were taken aback by this question, but shrugged apathetically. “You could say that.” Quinn went to retort, but turned up the radio as Queen’s ‘Don’t Stop Me Now’ started blasting from the speakers. You sang along, happily anticipating Martin’s interview.
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Martin whistled to himself, smiling to himself as the buzzer rang out, indicating that someone had come to see him.
He turned, expecting the [e/c] eyes of the news reporter he’d charmed, but instead faced his son, Malcolm.
“Ah, my boy. What can I do for you, son?”
Malcolm squinted, noticing his father’s mood. “You seem happier, Dr. Whitly.” Martin shrugged dismissively. “Do I?”
Malcolm smirked, his hands clasped. “Did someone come to visit? Ainsley, or Mother?” Martin again shrugged dismissively, his eyes crinkling because he was smiling so hard. “Ah, [Name]. A pleasure to see you again.”
You waved sheepishly, biting the inside of your cheek to hide your smile. “Hello again, Dr. Whitly,” You mumbled, face warm. He held up a chained hand in greeting, looking you up and down. “You look absolutely ravishing today.”
Malcolm watched your interactions carefully, noting how you seemed so eager to speak with his father, your posture relaxed, eyes twinkling.
If he didn’t know any better, he could say you were taken with the serial killer. He pressed his mouth into a thin line, then smiled, taking your hand. “Hello, [First Name] [Last Name]! It’s so nice to meet you. My sister speaks highly of your work in documentaries. You did one on--”
“--The Inner City Slasher. ‘Blinded by the Slash of a Knife, the inner city was terrified into their homes those fateful few months in 2014.’”
You recited the most iconic line of your most famous work, looking into the eyes of Malcolm Bright. “And I’ve heard of you, Mr. Bright. Kicked out of Quantico for doing what you had to. Such a shame.”
Malcolm’s eye twitched discreetly, nodding. “Yep! So what brings you here? The Surgeon already has a documentary.” You took your hand out of his, furrowing your brow in confusion. Why did he care so much? “Uhm, they wanted a more experienced documentary maker in the chair.”
Where the fuck had you seen Malcolm before?
“You’ll have to excuse my boy, he’s very, ah, intuitive, when News outlets come along.” You sucked in a breath. His son, you thought. Malcolm Bright is actually Malcolm Whitly, son of the Surgeon.”
You regained your composure, swallowing the lump in your throat. “Well, Dr. Whitly, let us get on with our interview.”
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Your interview was once again derailed, your questions thrown out of the (figurative) window, and in their place easy conversation.
“So, Martin, you seem to like my company more than you’d like to admit,” You stated, as Quinn turned her camera off, conversing with David, the security guard.
Martin looked bashfully through his eyelashes, face red. “Well, I hate to say it but I think I’ve fallen for you, [Name]. You’re the first person in a long time to look past what I’ve done in the past. It’s....refreshing.”
You played with a loose thread on your jacket, reveling in the glow of Martin’s confession. “Well, uhm, I like to think you’re at least a bit remorseful, Martin. And you....you’re the first guy in a little while to want to talk to me.”
Martin chuckled softly. “I guess we’re both a bit of a fresh start for each other, hm?”
“Yeah. I guess so.”
You stood, brushing your dress off. “Well, I hate to say it, but I have to go.” Martin smiled sadly. “I hate to hear it.”
“I could come back! Off the job I mean,” You blurted out, surprising yourself and the other two people in the room. You kissed your teeth as Quinn choked on her coffee. “Stuff it, Stanton,” You muttered in her direction. She raised her hands in an “I surrender” gesture, coughing.
You turned back to Martin, who blew you a kiss. “I look forward to it, [Name]. I’ll see you.”
You let Quinn go before you, turning again to catch the kiss and hold it close. Martin cleared his throat.
“Oh, and if you come back dressed like that, you’d better arrange a conjugal visit. I’d like to see it on the floor.”
Your eyes widened, and you squeaked out a, “Bye, David!” listening to Martin’s laughter follow you out.
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HELP he’s so jifshtbgj
a n y w a y gonna get that Crowley x platonic reader out there soon. It’ll come hopefully tomorrow or thursday EST.
#martin whitly x reader#dr martin whitly x reader#dr. whitly x reader#michael sheen x reader#prodigal son x reader#prodigal son dr whtitly#he's such a silver fox lol#DILF !#michael sheen#michael sheen prodigal son#HELP#prodigal son
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Warped Reality (pt. 1/???)
pairing: peter parker x fem!reader
requested? yep: “Could you please do a Peter Parker x reader? Where the reader has the same powers of Wanda? And in the end of the infinity war she thought she lost him and created her own reality where everyone is alive and well. The more she spends on her on reality the more she becomes insane and becomes the next *cough cough* villainess of the next spiderman movie.”
warnings: a lil bit of cursing, follows the plot of wandavision LOOSELY, like, same synopsis, might be a series???? also i’m aging both peter and the reader up to 18, to better fit the plot
a/n: i’m sorry this took so long, i’ve been organizing requests so I could ge them to y’all :(
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It didn’t feel real.
You were numb as Tony Stark descended from the wreck of a spaceship he’d called home for the past week, and uttered the words,
“I lost the kid.”
You felt your heart drop to your feet, as fresh tears welled up in your eyes. Natasha went to put a hand on your shoulder, but you roughly shoved her off, storming toward Tony with a malicious gleam in your eyes. “YOU LOST HIM?”
Your magic pulsed through your veins, as your eyes glowed a bright purple, ready to react to the news that your lover was dead.
“[Name] stop, stop!”
Carol held you in a vice-like grip, encasing you in her arms. You continued to shout at Tony, at Steve, at everyone, grief overwhelming you.
“HOW COULD YOU?! I LOVED HIM, HE WAS EVERYTHING TO ME!”
Carol was thrown back as your magic exploded, and you flew off in a rage, sobs echoing through the sky, smoldering earth and purple embers in your wake.
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You looked over at Peter as your car pulled into the driveway of the house you’d bought, eyes soft and sentimental. He cut off the engine, and took your hand, kissing the knuckles. “We’ve done it, [N/n]. We’ve finally gotten to Capetown.”
“The place we’ve been scouting since we were 10!”
You took your wedding dress in your hands, and stepped out the car. “Smell that? It’s new beginnings, baby.”
Peter popped the trunk of your jalopy, saying, “Yes indeed. Can’t wait to make a life for us here; Now, about this car...” He went on muttering about how you’d need a new car to commemorate your new chapter. You gazed at him lovingly, before his head came back into view. “Oh! I read in a newspaper article that a husband should carry his new wife over the threshold; It’s supposed to give us good luck!”
You bit your lip, nodding. “O-okay, Okay! Let’s do it.” Peter lifted you in his arms, and looked at the doorway. “In we go, wife of mine.” You giggled and put your arms around his neck. “Let’s go!”
And you walked into your new life.
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Yeah yeah i got another one out !!
#peter parker x reader#peter parker x fem!reader#x reader#marvel x reader#tom holland x reader#tom holland#spider man x reader#x fem!reader#mcu x reader#marvel#wanda better pull through as a villain tho
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Thank you for answering my question 🥰
BTW I love your writing so far, you are truly amazing
OH THANK YOU U3U
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Hi😁 do you have a masterlist? And do you write for Leto Joker?
I am currently working on a master list !!! and sure I could write for him !!!
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