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one of these days I'm going to automatically like a post after you reply to one of my anons and give myself away, I can feel it! or actually forget to make it anon. 😭😭

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Dw your secret will stay safe with me. Promise 🤞

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lol they were most likely mine!! I go on rampages when I get fixated on shows/movies and that one was a HUGE one for a while!! also I'm always tk scared to interact with people so I remain as an anon! maybe I should claim an emoji or whatever people do 😅

no worries I get it haha, my whole fic writing career started that way tbh. same w anon, just can’t let people see my true identity 🫣 braver w anon fr

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Wanting to dabble in writing some new characters so if you’ve got requests for someone I haven’t written before send them in (I’ll let you know if I can’t / won’t write for them) but I’m also opening up the catch and release program, if y’all got a random word / concept request (like “chicken” or “suit and tie��) send those in too.

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the deadpool and wolverine one, (yes i have your post notification on)

nice. ye i haven’t seen that or any of the X-men movies in ages but I’m down to try writing for that if you’ve got reqs.

i have some old ones in my inbox iirc but idk if any are from you what with you being anonymous and most if not all of them being anonymous as well lol.

also ty for having my notifs on that’s so nice 🥹

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squints in seeing one of your asks that I might've sent MONTHS ago and have no remembrance of.....

lol which one was it?

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feelin kinda ✨ frisky ✨ might fuck around and find out a bit

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hello! I don't know if you do Alec Hardy smut, but if you do, could you write one? I don't have any preferences, but if it is possible, maybe fem reader and thigh riding? thanks!

idk why but i dont think i could bring myself to do smut w alec. it feels weird for some reason lol.

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I'm not sure if your taking requests, but have you seen the new Deadpool and wolverine movie??? if so, i'd love some Logan x Reader stuff!! (hopefully a few not sexual, as an Acesexual!)

i saw it in theatres but thats been a while so im down to do some research. send reqs babes.

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hi, uh... I was wondering if you could do a reader x Cale fic where the reader accidentally misplaces something and Cale... "Corrects" the reader for it.

this is so mysterious to me what does it mean...

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Haiiii! Sorry to bother but I recently made a 18+ discord server surrounding Jeff Goldblums characters he plays!! We have lots of channels like The Wizard, Ian Malcolm, Mac, Grandmaster, etc!! I was wondering if you'd like to join? If not no hard feelings at all :]

The invite.... https://discord.gg/6Zr9prkPcw

im not actually a huge fan of nsfw stuff believe it or not lol

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yo yo idk if u still do Broadchurch BUT if you do I would literally give anything if u could maybe do a one shot where the reader has chronic migraines, and has a bad spell where Alec has to send them home from work or something like that??

If not that’s totally chill

much luv :D

i came out of retirement an extended break for this, please enjoy

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Take A Break, Take Me Down

Alec Hardy x GN!Reader

Summary: Alec's had enough of your shit and, frankly, so have you.

Soundtrack: bodyache by Purity Ring

Requests: man idk anymore just send stuff, if i get to it i get to it

Warnings: Chronic Migraines both in fic and irl. Send help.

"Surely ye cannae live like this," a gruff Scottish voice says from behind you. The telltale I just woke up and it's gonna be everyone's fucking problem until I've had three cups of coffee voice of your boss.

"I can, and don't call me Shirley," you snipe back without looking up.

"Augh, youths," he says with mild and (hopefully) unserious disdain. You elect not to remind him that you're closer to him in age than you are to his daughter. "Are ye able to work?"

"Well, I'm damn well gonna try."

He rolls his eyes, and with the paradoxical harshness of admonishment and the softness of empathy, he sets a bottle of migraine medication on your desk.

You wait until he's settled into his office so as not to seem desperate, then greedily stuff your mouth with a dose and swallow it dry. It's a miserable experience, you never did understand how anyone could do it, but hey. Here you are, in dire need of relief and with no sugar to help the medicine go down.

Alec doesn't bother you for about an hour and a half, during which absolutely none of your work gets done. Staring at the screen hurts. Standing and walking hurt. Breathing hurts. Everything sucks. Why is your own head constantly revolting against you?

He seems to notice you struggling but gives you enough time that, were the medicine going to work, it would've done so. Seeing how you're still ready to dive headfirst into a bottle of sumatriptan, though, he finally comes over, alerting you to his presence by dropping a manilla folder onto your desk. Lighter than if something had been slammed, but still direct enough to garner attention. Lucky him.

You refuse to look up, not because of him but because of the lights, so you're forced to only hear the sigh and not see the exasperated look that accompanies it.

"All right," he says in a gentle but dismissive tone. "Up ye get. Let's go."

You're tempted to protest, to pout even, but you somehow manage to resist. Instead, you wordlessly obey, swaying on the way up.

He catches hold of you and clicks his tongue in disapproval. "Guess I'm drivin' ye home," he sighs as he pulls you towards the exit. You definitely want to protest, but you are practically limp and certainly at his mercy. He looks at you, and you look back miserably. "I expected more ifs, ands or buts, honestly."

You shrug, and then he's easing you into the passenger seat, and then somehow, blessedly, you are home. You don't know where the time went or how you got here, but you're not about to complain. You're more than ready to curl up into a tight little ball under the covers and never see the light of day again -- okay, maybe that's a little dramatic. At least for the next day or so, anyway.

He gets your keys, unlocks the door, ushers you in. Again, you are outside one moment, and being gently lowered onto your bed the next. It's all a bit hazy. The pain is making things blur. Time, mostly.

You can't even be bothered to get out of your work clothes, only to shed your shoes before you weasel your way under the blanket and curl up.

"Can I get ye anything?" that Scottish drawl asks from behind you. Why is he always behind you?

"Chocolate milkshake...?"

There is a longsuffering sigh, and then the sound of footsteps growing more and more distant. After some time you think maybe he's left for good, gone back to work or perhaps decided to take the day.

Then, the footsteps return, heading towards you. They pause. You hear something being placed on the nightstand next to you. And then the footsteps recede again. Moments later you receive a text. Begrudgingly, you look into the blinding light of your phone's screen.

Let me know if you need anything else.

You smile as you grab the milkshake and pull it under the covers with you.

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