#and don’t worry about that anon… they were just being a fool over me asking someone to tag a post for unreality

[ch-4-eri]

First Time? — Lara Croft.

Lara X fem!reader

warnings: virginity taking, smut, fingering, pet names, lara being such a heartthrob. (proofread but sorry for any mistakes.)

anon request.

i finally finished writing this oooo, sorry i rushed the ending.

you were getting ready on the floor of your bedroom, your phone lighting up with a new text message from your girlfriend, Lara.

she promised she’d take you for a walk around town now that you have a break from college exams, random quizzes and all that.

you were very grateful she’s understanding, she did go to university herself, even if she was over five years older than you.

you dabbed some blusher on the apples of your cheeks with the mirror in front of you, then took a hold of your phone to remind her you’ll be there soon, you wouldn’t be late.

it was hours later as you begged Lara to sit down, your legs gave out from the walking you’d already done, sweat breaking out from your forehead.

“jeez, honey.. you’ve got the stamina of a baby.” she said, taking a seat next to you, opening her bottle of water to give you a sip, wiping your sweaty forehead with her palm, then wiped it over her shirt, you liked how Lara didn’t care much for such stuff, like getting your sweat on her clothes.

“drink up.” lara broke you out of your thoughts as you opened your mouth and took a sip from her bottle, lara fixed you up a little, patting down the flying out hairs off your scalp and the side of your face, grabbing a tissue to wipe your cheeks, she’s often motherly with you, at some point you did find it weird but now? you didn’t mind it one bit.

you liked how she took care of you without asking for anything in return.

as she allowed you another sip from her bottle you smiled and chugged it down your dry throat. “are you okay? damn, i’m afraid you’ll pass out on me.” Lara scoffed, smoothing down your shirt.

“i’m fine, sorry.” you finally chuckled, you had no idea why you were so lost in thought that day, you couldn’t help but think.

maybe what had you this hazed up is the thought of lara intimately the other night, and you forced yourself to sleep so you don’t have to think much of it.

Lara knew she had to take it slow as you were much younger than her, and she didn’t want to jump into anything that would make you uncomfortable, she’s so sensitive about the fact that she could do anything that would hurt you, or make you uncomfortable around her, so she hoped you’d initiate it first… until then she’s gonna wait, she’d wait forever for you.

but you? you couldn’t initiate shit, you were a nerve wreck, so damn awkward, maybe you were even slightly self conscious, Lara had no idea you were a virgin, she thought you had a wild past, considering you were in your early twenties, it’s valid for people this age to do so much and you didn’t wanna confirm nor deny things, so you kept quiet.

every time you tried to initiate something, you were worried you didn’t shave, or didn’t shower, you probably smelt bad, you’d just stand there like a fool and forget all about it, idea tossed to the side.

you brain was your worst enemy, and it didn’t help that Lara was one of the prettiest women you could ever be with, you can’t imagine being inexperienced with her, or doing something stupid or looking ugly in such a special moment.

Lara walked you home that day, then you insisted she spends the night, only because it would be fun… right?

Lara on the other hand didn’t think of it that way, she was so sure you’d finally initiate something, she felt so excited she couldn’t breathe at all.

as you opened the door to your bedroom, Lara walked in. just trying to act normal, for now.

she looked at your room, your bed, it was a single bed.. damn.

Lara cleared her throat and went through your books on the shelf, impressed by the variety of collections you had, small figurines she found adorable as you flushed in embarrassment, she was never in your bedroom, it felt nice to have her here though.

she finally took a seat on your bed then, stretching out on your single bed she’d definitely tease you for later.

“pretty room, never imagined your room to be this… singular though.” she giggled, leaning on her knees with a smirk, her brown eyes searching through yours, making your cheek flush a pink shade Lara adored.

“i… yeah..” you blushed.

“don’t be shy, singular beds can be nice too.” Lara said, kicking her boots off as she flopped down the bed, not having space much for you if she were to ever stay the night in your bed like this, she looked amazing on your bed, you couldn’t help but stare as a feeling pooled through you, your cheeks getting redder than before.

you were playing with the hem of your shirt as thoughts rolled around your head, listening to her breathe, her figure resting on your bed like that.

it was so tempting.

you wanted her.

every fibre of your being was aching for her, for her touch, but you couldn’t, you were so scared.

as your thoughts ate away at you, Lara caught on, she always knew, she just hated to pressure you.

she called your name, causing you to look into her warm brown eyes that looked yellow from certain angles and lightings.

“what’s wrong? you’ve been lost in that pretty head of yours all day.” Lara sat up on your bed, her hand taking yours as she placed a soft kiss to your knuckles.

you gulped, you’re gonna say it.

you’re gonna admit it, both the fact that you were a virgin, and the fact that you’ve been craving her for months.

you bit down your slightly chapped lip, turning on your bed to face her, there goes nothing.

it’s better than drowning in these thoughts and feelings, you have to be honest with her, it’s a commitment to do so and you were so committed to Lara.

there’s nothing wrong with being honest about your lack of experience; you knew Lara isn’t shallow and close minded.

you rubbed the side of your head as your breathing caught in your throat, your words choked, you needed to pull yourself together.

Lara took a hold of your chin with her free hand as she leaned her head closer to yours, seeking out your expressions, wanting to understand you and understand your feelings. Lara knew you were too hard on yourself sometimes and barely let it out.

she waited, squeezing your chin softly in her rough fingers.

“i’m..” you finally started, one step at a time.

“Lara i’m… um..” you paused, your tongue tied and your palms so sweaty.

“you’re what, honey?” Lara softly muttered, her fingers still placed underneath your chin, her other hand rubbing your thigh in comfort.

“a… virgin.” you whispered, your gaze averted, refusing to keep eye contact, your embarrassment was bad enough as it is, you can’t imagine how she’d look at you as your thoughts ate away every ounce of common sense you could have had over this.

Lara forced your chin upwards, your gaze falling back into hers.

“and that’s a problem, how?” Lara mumbled, leaning closer to you, the tip of her nose brushing against yours. “tell me.. how’s that a problem?” she asked, her fingers tightening against your chin.

“it’s.. n—not..” you breathed, unable to say anything, she made your brain a mush of mess, unable to think straight.

as if anything about her would make you straight.

Lara's lips made contact with your jaw, her hand on your thigh reached all the way up to hold your hip, pulling you closer.

“that’s right.. i’d get to be the first one to touch you, the only one who touches you…” she mumbled into your soft skin, she’d die doing this and she’d be the happiest woman ever.

“i wanna taste you so bad.” Lara moaned into your neck, bringing you by the waist on top of her, lying down on your small bed.

“Lara.. wait please.” you supported yourself on the bed, your hands on either side of her head as you stared down at your older girlfriend, her hands holding your waist.

“shh… it’s okay.” she cooed, placing soft kisses on your cheek. “i know… we don’t have to do anything, i just wanted you to be certain that i’d never judge you, never belittle you… so what if you've never had sex before?” Lara reassured you, her hand stroking your cheek softly, the pad of her thumb resting on your cheekbone.

“doesn’t make me like you any less, you’re still my girl.”

she smiled, nudging your nose with hers, her other hand gripping your waist in a comforting expression.

“is it… bad to say that i wanna do it with you?” you mumbled, staring at her brown eyes as she was beneath you, giving you the opportunity to be this close to her, her freckles like constellations, her scent so enticing and her warmth inviting, your lips found themselves on the corner of her mouth, feeling her hands on your lower back.

“not bad… i want the same thing, love.” her thick accent rang in your ears, her calloused fingers touching the inside of your shirt, the pad of her thumbs stroking every inch she can come across. your head dipped to the crook of her neck, her perfume even stronger as your nerves burned with desire.

this is the first time you’ve ever been this close to a girl, your lips attached to the soft skin of her neck, her moans echoing through the walls of the bedroom making your untouched pussy throb at the way she writhed and squirmed in your damned small bed.

Lara gripped your hips as she guided your hips closer to hers, “let me take this off.” she whispered, undoing your jeans, her fingers soft and tender.

you helped her take off the garment, Lara knew she can’t fuck up your first time in any way, so she got up from the bed and picked you up around her waist to place you down so she’s on top, your hands buried themselves into her soft hair, bringing your lips to her neck as Lara tugged at your waist, holding back her moans.

your legs were on either side of her, Lara felt so damn dizzy at the sight of your legs spreading for her, she knew you were ready, that you wanted it.

she couldn’t wait to stretch your virgin pussy.

“easy there baby..” Lara moaned, pushing you down the bed by the hips, her fingers moving to slide your panties down your legs, her breath caught over the sight of your pussy, you were so wet… such a virgin, Lara thought.

“oh my..” Lara breathed, bringing her pointer and middle finger to spread your folds, rubbing them into you as you closed your eyes and let her touch you just like how badly you wanted her to. “so pretty…” Lara smiled, rubbing her index finger against your clit, watching you drip.

“such a good girl..” Lara praised you as her wrist flicked and she pumped her index and ring finger into you gently, she made sure you didn’t get hurt, knowing no one’s ever touched you like that before, but oh how proud she felt, it was honour to take your virginity like that, and she was glad you picked her.

“does that hurt?” Lara asked, sticking her fingers into your hole briefly, seeking out your reaction, your body tensed and breath caught in your throat. “no..” was all you said as Lara pushed her fingers slowly just a bit further inside. waiting to see if you’re in any pain before she fucked her fingers into you.

you were so wet, and your muscles relaxed, you enjoyed this beyond words and Lara was so thankful you felt comfortable with her, her lips found your cheek as she slowly fingered you, listening to your soft moans and soft breaths, you were breathtaking.

“so beautiful..” Lara mumbled, smiling at the sight of you like this, it wasn’t long before you gently rocked your hips to match her pace. “don’t hurt yourself baby… let me do the work.” she cooed, holding your hip to keep you from doing anything that will cause you pain.

“need you deeper..” you whispered, Lara complied and moved her fingers deeper, only slowly and with so much caution, you were so tight. only wet enough to let her fingers get sucked inside of you with her movement calculated. “more…” you whined, making Lara smack her lips.

she couldn’t add another finger, that’s pushing it.. especially for a first time. the only moved her other hand to rub at your clit, her fingers buried inside of you just going faster. “that good..?” lara breathed.

“yeah… yeah, fuck fuck..” you moaned, your hips rocking along with lara’s movements, she couldn’t stop you now, she wanted you to cum on her fingers. “fuck!” you mewled out, squirming.

“cum for me baby..” lara rasped, both hands working on your tight sweet pussy, rubbing and thrusting. she leaned in and pressed a kiss to your neck, making you arch your back and rock your hips further into her thick fingers.

Lara slowed her pace just a bit as she saw you coming undone all over her, and all over your bed, mewling and crying into the pillow, she figured your first orgasm would be intense, so she let you ride it out then she pulled out her fingers gently.

she looked at how much you’ve gushed down her fingers and she couldn’t help but shove them in her mouth, licking it clean while rubbing a hand over your stomach to comfort you. “it’s okay baby.” she says, leaning down to press a sticky kiss to your cheek, laying down beside you to hold and comfort you. her arms wrapped around you securely, pulling a blanket over you both as you’re squished on your small bed.

[luveline]

SPOILERS FROM SPIDER-MAN ACROSS THE SPIDER-VERSE BELOW

please don’t read any further if you are avoiding spoilers for satsv

I hope it’s okay that I took this for a request anon! this is a follow up to The Wishing Tree so you’re welcome to read that beforehand if you want to, but otherwise I think if you’ve seen the movie you’ll hopefully understand what’s happening anyhow. miguel x fem!reader

Miguel's been different lately. Ever since the night he got mugged, he's changed. There's something he's not telling you. You wonder if you should ask him about it, but guiltily, shamefully, you don't want to. You don't want this to stop. 

Because all of a sudden it's like he's in love with you again. You're being cruel to him, you worry, in thinking he didn't love you before. Of course he did. Just getting married, having a child together, it’s changed you both so much over the years, it's only natural that the honeymoon affection faded. Natural, and yet you'd been missing it. You didn't realise how much until now. 

Miguel gets home from work now and he's tentatively sweet. Before, he'd get home, sighing from how tired he felt, overlooked and overworked at Alchemex, and there'd be little energy left in him for more than a kiss on the cheek and a shoulder squeeze. You missed him and you were glad to have him home, but you wanted more from him that you felt you couldn't ask for. 

These days you're waiting by the door and pretending you aren't. You'd be embarrassed if he found out. Maybe he knows; there's no reason for you to be sitting on the stairs with a half full laundry basket in hand, but there you are, your heart racing with an almost teenage-like excitement. 

"Hey," Miguel says, smiling as he brushes through the door. "Are you okay? Why are you sitting there?" He waves his hand at you ineffectually as he takes off his coat, hanging it on the rack. 

"Just got tired," you lie, slightly breathless at the sight of his smile. 

He really looks like he adores you. All the time. It's making you weird, but how are you supposed to react? You'd never slander him to anyone, but it had been so disappointing to wait for him and get brushed off night after night. You know he was tired. You know he was doing it for you, for Gabriella. But you can't help feeling the difference. 

"You sure?" he asks, tucking his bag into the hutch. 

You nod. 

He nods back, murmuring, "Okay," as he leans down to kiss you. On the lips, and not the cheek. 

He takes the laundry basket from your lap quicker than you realise. You can't stop him in time as he steps around you on the stairs and races up them to the bathroom where the washing machine resides. Your heart jumps into your throat —he'll see the full load and he'll know you were sitting there with the basket for no reason at all. You'd wanted to look busy, and now you'll look like a fool. 

You follow him slowly, not wanting to see. Miguel loves you, but he's always said you need affection more than the average person. Not once had he implied that you should feel bad about that, but you had anyhow. What if he thinks you're being childish, wanting to see him? 

He puts the basket next to the washing machine, barely looking at it. "No more chores," he says, grinning at you. "You do too much." 

You blink. "You think so?" 

"Do I think so?" he asks, with a fond incredulity. "You're always doing something. Washing, cleaning, cooking. All you have to do tonight is sit down. Can you do that?" 

"You don't have to tell me twice," you say. 

Maybe this will wear off. Someone held a gun to his chest and it unsettled him, knowing how close he was to dying. He's feeling grateful for a second chance, and it's manifesting in all this extra care and adoring. In another month, he'll settle down. Still your husband, still an angel, but not so touchy. 

Or maybe he'll stay like this. It's been three weeks now and he shows no signs of stopping, if anything he's getting more and more affectionate every day. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders from behind last night while he was sitting at the kitchen table, expecting him to kiss your cheek and gently nudge you away, but he'd covered your arms and held them, kissing a tender line from the crook of your arm to your shoulder. When he spoke it was with a warm, almost husky cadence. Hello, you.

He's staring at you. "What are you thinking about?" he asks. 

"Nothing." He raises his eyebrows at you. "Nothing, just wondering what to make for dinner," you say. 

His hand finds your wrist, pulling you toward him. "What don't you understand about sitting down? I can make dinner." 

"You've worked all day," you protest. 

"What have you been doing?" Miguel pulls your hand to his chest. "What, am I a bad cook?" 

"I'm always asking you to cook," you say. 

Miguel kisses your knuckles where they rest against his collar, rubbing them with enough tenderness to have you reeling. He must see something in your face, because the lovey-dovey softness in his own expression melds to hesitation.

"Is something wrong?" he asks. 

When he looks at you like that, you can't lie to him. "No. It's not that something is wrong, exactly, but… you're being so nice to me." 

Distress or something similar flashes in his eyes, so quickly you think you might have imagined it. 

"I'm not usually like this," he says carefully. 

You're expecting him to be offended by what you aren't saying. You've had similar fights before. I don't have time for this, cariño. 

You shake your head vehemently before he can get the wrong idea, but he isn't mad. His hands are soft as he grasps your shoulders, his thumbs rubbing quarter circles as soon as they touch down. Your surprise is obvious. 

"Do you wish I was nicer?" he asks. 

"You're plenty nice, my love, really. That's not what I meant." 

"No, but humour me." 

You grab his elbow. "It's not about being nicer. I just… I know I can be a bit much for you, and I know what happened was scary and confusing, and now you're back safe, you– you don't have to do all of this. Not if you don't want to." 

He's classically handsome and has been since the day you met, but there's something to be said about how love changes his features. How affection for you softens his strong jaw, his thick eyebrows inching up his forehead just so. 

"I don't want you to be nicer," you say quietly, looking down at his chest. "But this has been nice. I finally feel like–" 

You stop short as Miguel takes your face into his hand. His thumb along your jaw, he tilts your head up straight. 

"What?" 

"I was worried maybe I was getting to be too much for you," you say. "But not lately. I'm sorry." 

The look he gives you is peculiar. He looks sorry, which is both unexpected and not, and he looks glad. Like you've told him something he wants to hear. 

Light from the frosted bathroom window catches his eyes, has brown turning to liquid honey, his lashes a neat hedging that grows fainter in the sun. They lower as his gaze falls to your mouth. 

"Can I…" he trails off.

He shakes his head gently and leans in, pausing a half a centimetre from your lips. You lean in to meet him. 

He kisses you as though there's nowhere in the world he needs to be besides here. He's been so many things since he got home that day, hesitant and hungry, undecided and undulating in his touches. Even late at night, with a hand on his abdomen and your face hovering over his, it was almost like your enthusiasm surprised him. 

And now he's realised that you're surprised in turn.

"If I ever gave you the impression," he says, breaking the kiss suddenly like he can't not say what he's thinking, "if you ever for a moment thought that I didn't want too much, I'm sorry. I was an idiot."  

"It's not like that," you insist.

"I've been different, I know that. Tell me if it's good or bad different." 

You wrap your arms around his neck, on tiptoes to hug him properly. He leans down again, taking the bulk of your weight in his arms like it's easy. Your heels lift off of the tile.

"Good different," you mumble into his shoulder. 

"Was that so hard?" he asks. 

His playfulness rears. You try to get out of his arms before he can start, but his hands dive for your sides. His tickling makes you laugh so loudly that Gabriella abandons the TV in her room and demands to be tickled too. 

—-

thank you for reading and sorry the formatting on this post is ugly but there’s no way for me to put a spoiler warning before an ask so I thought it was best to screenshot the ask and put it underneath one myself!

[midgardian-witch]

From the prompt list: “Because every time I see you, all I can think about is kissing you and I don’t know how I’m supposed to feel about that.” with Steven Grant please.

Since I already did this prompt with Jake I decided to approach this a little differently. And it turned out much longer than I had planned. I still hope you'll like it, anon 💙

Stupid Sexy Steven

tags: friends to lovers | kissing | cursing | Steven being effortlessly adorable and sexy | gn!reader

ships: Steven Grant/Reader

AO3

Edit: added AO3 link

“Because every time I see you, all I can think about is kissing you and I don’t know how I’m supposed to feel about that.”

You've been avoiding Steven. It's not the bravest thing to do and you're not exactly proud of it but you don't know what else to do. 

You need the space to figure out how to deal with your emotions. It's not an everyday thing you realize you're in love with your best friend. So avoiding it is. 

You know you'll have to say something at some point, you just didn't know how to say it. It's like your brain just shuts off when you look at him nowadays. He's just so genuinely kind and loving, and that goofy little grin he makes when he gets excited, and the way his brows furrow when he focuses on something-

Focus. Don't get distracted. 

So yeah, you get a little silly around him since you figured out that you have a crush on him. It happens. But also you don't want to make a total fool of yourself so some distance was in order. 

You just didn't account for Steven to just not let that happen. 

It's your day off when the inevitable happens. You were just getting ready to catch up on a TV show you had on your watchlist for a while when your doorbell rings. You get up, confused because you didn't expect any visitor or delivery, and walk over to your door. You open it to find the one man you didn’t plan on seeing. 

Steven smiles at you, standing there in your doorway like an excited puppy. 

"Hello! I hope I'm not disturbing you but we haven't seen eachother in a while and I wanted to check up on you."

Curse him and his puppy dog eyes. How could you turn him away like this? 

You clear your throat awkwardly and step aside to let him in. 

"Hi Steven. Yeah it's been a while. I didn't want to worry you."

He steps inside and you lead him into your living room. 

"You've been busy then, yeah?", he sits down in front of your TV and you join him, "I mean you didn't answer my calls or texts either so I thought maybe you weren't feeling well."

It's only now that you see the little container he's holding. Your heart squeezes in your chest. 

He got you soup because he thought you were sick. 

And all the while you had muted him in your contacts so you wouldn't be tempted. You were the worst human being on the planet. 

You take the offered soup, thanking him profusely. Quickly you carry it into your kitchen and return with some water for Steven. 

"You really didn't have to do this. See, I'm fine."

You smile at him as you place his water on the table. Steven returns your smile before his face turns thoughtful. 

Fuck, he looked so pretty even like this. His mouth twists into this little pout and you are once again wondering what it would feel like to press your lips against his, what sounds he would make as you lean in to kiss him, how he-

"-so it was either that or you were avoiding me."

You didn't even notice Steven was talking again. Curse Steven and his stupid, kissable mouth. 

"I- well…", you stammer. You couldn't lie to his face, you had to say the truth. "I was kind of avoiding you."

You regret it immediately. Steven looks at you like a kicked puppy. "Why?", he asks and just with that one word your heart breaks for him. 

It's too much, the guilt and the still lingering thoughts of Steven's lips on yours destroyed any brain-to-mouth filter you've ever had. 

“Because every time I see you, all I can think about is kissing you and I don’t know how I’m supposed to feel about that.”

You slap your hand over your mouth, a desperate attempt to stop the words that have already left your lips. Steven stares at you, mouth agape and cheeks flushing. He starts stuttering and you can’t really make out what he's saying. 

"I'm so sorry. I didn't want to just dump this on you. I swear I had a plan and everything.", you groan, annoyed at yourself and hide your face behind your hands. 

Cautiously, softly, Steven asks: "Do you really want to kiss me?" 

He sounds like he doesn't believe it, that you couldn't possibly want that. And that could not stand. 

You take your hands off of your face and look directly into his eyes. 

"Steven Grant, I have been thinking about nothing else for the past weeks than how badly I want to kiss you. So believe me when I say that yes, I really really want to kiss you."

The noise that leaves Steven's mouth is the sweetest sound you've ever heard, something between a whine and a moan. You can't believe that he doesn't know what an effect he has on people. But you're happy to show him. 

"Would you- Do you want to- now?", he stumbles over his words, nerves overtaking him as he looks at you with such need in his eyes it almost leaves you breathless. 

Not a moment later you are on him, lips locked with his in a desperate first kiss. You swear you can see fireworks behind your eyelids as your lips connect. Steven whimpers into your mouth and his trembling hands hold onto you for support. In your rush you push Steven into the couch, all but laying on top of him as the two of you kiss to your heart's content. 

You force yourself to break apart from him with a gasp, forcing as much air into your lungs as possible. Steven looks up at you with dreamy eyes and a far away look, his face even more red than before. 

"Could we- Can you do that again?", he all but begs and with a laugh you nod. 

"Yes, Steven. As much as you want, whenever you want."

Immediately he pulls you back on top of him and seals your lips together again in another heedy kiss. 

[effloradox]

Oh that Thomas request with a forehead kiss was so cute. Could I pretty please request one where the reader and thomas start a relationship as ghosts and are super cute together. But most of the other ghosts just don't get it? They catch them holding hands or cuddling and the other ghosts just tease them until they finally realise how good thomas and the reader are for each other - 🌸 anon

don’t let the dreamer get lonely

This was such a cute request!! I hope you like it <3

Thomas Thorne x Ghost!Reader

You would think that after knowing someone for almost a decade that your fellow ghosts would be more observant to changes in your daily behaviour. Part of you is convinced that they have noticed and are just messing with you but deep down you know that most of them don't have the tact to do such a thing, especially Pat and Kitty. It can't be hard to miss all the adoring looks Thomas sends you, or spot the two of you when you go for your daily stroll to the lake for a moment of shared peace but the true nature of your relationship seems to have eluded most of your acquaintances.

The ones who know have been fairly upfront about possessing such information, you probably shouldn't have been overly surprised that Julian had been the first to work it out. Whilst you'd initially written the disgraced politician off as a crude fool, he didn't get to be as successful as he was without the eye for detail he obviously possesses. He'd been surprisingly happy to keep your little secret as long as it benefitted him every so often and to keep some semblance of normality you didn’t mind occasionally doing his bidding.

It’s not that you wanted to keep your relationship a secret per-se, it’s just been an enjoyable experience running around like teenagers in love. Thomas had been so bashful in the first few years when approached with any level of physical affection that it had taken months for him to even ask to hold your hand. Dating and courting rituals have changed so drastically since Thomas was alive that you knew the process of going from friends to dating would take a while but it had to move at a pace you were both completely comfortable with.

It doesn’t help that most of your fellow ghosts are quick to tease you and Thomas if you’re seen so much as holding hands. You’ve had more than one argument with Fanny over the implications that come with holding hands, since she can’t imagine a world where doing so without wedding rings is anything less than a cardinal sin. It’s almost fun to wave your entwined hands in front of her in the beginning, just to take delight in her mortified reactions.

It’s only when Pat almost walks in on a private moment that the cat is finally out of the bag about the two of you. He’d been on his way to his room when he’d overheard a loud laugh from one of the drawing rooms, immediately attracting his attention. He didn’t mean to eavesdrop, not really, but it wasn’t hard to recognise your laugh and he wanted to know the cause of it. It’s only when he hears a quiet exchanging of words that it occurs to him that this isn’t the kind of conversation he can just walk into.

“You know, I think you were sent for me.” The way you speak is soft, like you're afraid speaking any louder would break whatever bubble you've found yourself in and it peaks the scoutmaster’s curiosity.

“You flatter me with your words.” Pat isn't particularly surprised to find out that Thomas was the source of your joy, the two of you are very close after all. But he's never heard you speak to anyone like that and he can't help his curiosity so the scoutmaster inches closer to the half-open door so he can continue listening.

“I'm serious Thomas.” The room goes quiet and Pat is almost afraid that the two of you know he's there and that’s why you've stopped talking. It's only when Thomas speaks encouragingly to you that he stops worrying about being caught.

“Go on my darling.”

“I remember when I was a kid I saw a shooting star on a camping trip to the lakes. My parents told me that I should make a wish and if no one else wished on that star then it would come true. Silly really, hundreds of people must have seen it, but when I wished and they told me it would come true I believed them.”

“And what did you wish for?”

“True love. It took a while, but I'm so glad you're my wish come true.”

“Your words put my poetry to shame my love.”

It's only when Pat hears a noise from somewhere in the house that he comes back to himself. He bolts away from the room, heading to where most of the other ghosts had congregated for Lady Button's etiquette lesson. Even Allison had joined for this lesson, mainly because Kitty refused to leave her alone about it. In his mind, Pat has an eloquent way of explaining what he's just found out but it all goes out the window as soon as everyone's eyes are on him.

“Thomas and (Y/N) are dating!” The room explodes into a series of confused and surprised exclamations, with only two ghosts remaining silent. Allison is the only person to notice that the politician sitting across from her has not changed his facial expression since before Pat ran in. If anything, Julian almost seemed bored by the revelation.

“Julian, you don't look surprised?” The ghost in question crosses his arms across his chest, leaning back against the couch he's resting on.

“Well they've been pretty obvious about it, if you ask me. I worked it out months ago.” The politician's expression settles into a smug smile as finishes speaking. Alison can't resist the urge to roll her eyes at his smugness, not all that surprised that he’s kept the information to himself. She doesn’t doubt that he’s used that information for personal gain either.

The other ghost that remained silent has still not spoken. Alison knows how close you and the Captain are, so it's more surprising that he hasn’t reacted to the idea of you secretly dating one of the other ghosts right under his nose.

“Cap?” The ghost in question seems to come back to himself at Alison’s gentle prodding, straightening up and clearing his throat. A hush falls over the room as the Captain speaks.

“He came to me about a year ago asking me for my blessing for him to begin dating (Y/N). Said it wouldn't feel right if he didn't ask the closest thing she has to a father figure. I of course said yes once he made his intentions clear, and they seem to be very happy.” At the news of the couple receiving the Captain’s blessing, most of the other ghosts seem to settle into the news, murmuring compliments about the two ghosts.

“I always thought they’d be sweet together. Just thought Thomas was too reserved to ever make a move.” Julian laughs at that, redirecting the attention of everyone in the room back to him.

“He looks at her like she hung the bloody moon. I dread to think of how much poetry he’s written about her.” Alison lets out an involuntary groan at the idea.

“As long as he doesn’t subject us to it at his next poetry lesson he can be as poetic as he wants.”

In the days that follow it becomes apparent to all the residents of Button House just how in love the newly revealed couple are. The most surprising thing to them is how it took them all so long to notice. Subtlety is not in Thomas’ nature, and Julian was correct in saying that he looks at his partner like she hung the moon. It’s sweet really, and the others make sure to start giving you space to be alone together.

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Just wanted to say I love your Daniel fic, and Lando’s part is perfect in it too. I can’t help but wonder if the roles were reversed….

oh anon, thank you so much! That means a lot to me 🧡 I absolutely adored writing this

Apparently my brain agreed with you, because I wrote this in an evening. Hope I did Lando justice in this

this love (is yours and mine)

Pairing: Lando Norris x fem!reader Words: 1241 Warnings: none

“You should tell her,” Daniel said, startling him from his thoughts as the Australian driver fell in step beside him. 

“Tell her what?” Lando replied, an uncomfortable weight settling in his chest. He had a feeling where this conversation was headed.

“That you love her,” came Daniel’s answer, “because you do, right?” 

“I-.. I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Lando muttered in response, feeling his cheeks heat up at the lie. Daniel grinned, seeing straight through him as he dodged the question.

“Yeah, thought so. Your face is an open book, mate. No poker face to speak of. How either of you haven’t figured out your expressions are identical is beyond me.”

That made Lando trip over his own feet, nearly sending him face first into the asphalt of the paddock. 

“Wh-what?” 

Daniel chuckled as he grabbed his arm to steady him. 

“Mate, she looks at you the same way. All smiles and heart-eyes. It’s cute. Oh, to be young and in love,” he mused, the grin still in place as he now slung an arm around Lando’s shoulders. 

“Sh-she does?” Lando couldn’t believe his ears. How had he not seen it? Had he been too busy trying not to look at her, not to make a fool of himself,  whenever they spent time together? They’d been friends for the longest time and Lando had just sort of accepted that it would probably always stay that way, but this had pulled the rug from under him. 

“100% mate. Like I said, you should tell her.” 

Lando mulled it over, nervously chewing on the draw string of his hoodie. If he wasn’t so worried it would do irreparable damage to their friendship, he would. But why ruin the only stable thing in his life?

“I don’t know, Danny. She’s my best mate, why-... I can’t lose that, not now.” 

“Listen, it’s six of one and half a dozen of the other,” Daniel said, holding the door to the McLaren motorhome open. 

“Meaning?” Lando asked, confusion now added to the mix of emotions already swirling through his head. Daniel chuckled again.

“Meaning, either you do or you don’t,” he explained with a shrug, “but are you truly happy just playing it safe? Where has that ever gotten anyone?” 

Lando knew he didn’t require an answer to that question. In their line of work it would always be nowhere. And if it wasn’t that it’d be P20. Daniel left him to stew on that as he climbed the stairs to the debriefing room. Lando sighed, hanging his head as he followed his teammate. 

+

The meeting had been long and his brain felt completely frazzled by the end of it. None of the statistics retained and Lando was pretty sure he had blindly agreed to a strategy he had no way of recalling for tomorrow’s race. A part of him wondered whether it would’ve made a difference if he did, and then he chastised himself for even thinking that way. Scrubbing a hand across his face, he blindly followed the rest of the team downstairs, exhaustion taking hold of him. Lando heard her before he saw her, her laughter ringing out like a windchime in the gentle breeze. Carlos was leaning on the back of the couch as he talked to her, probably telling her yet another story about their shared time as teammates. A jealousy reared its head with a ferocity that left him reeling. Carlos was very happy with his long-term girlfriend, there was no need for him to feel this strongly about another man being friendly with her. 

“Hey mate,” Carlos greeted him. She turned back around to face him and Lando was struck by how her expression changed when she laid eyes on him. Her smile widened, and her eyes softened as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. Even dressed in one of Daniel’s enchante sweaters, a pair of faded jeans and beat up trainers, she still looked better than any of the celebrities milling about come Sunday. 

“Hey,” she said, tongue darting out to wet her bottom lip. 

“H-hey,” Lando managed to stutter, ready to blame the exhaustion if anyone were to comment on it. 

“Carlos invited us to dinner, but if you’d rather order in…?” she trailed off. It squeezed his heart, her knowing him like the back of her hand to offer him an out.

“Uh, yeah, no, dinner- dinner’s.. great,” he fumbled, internally groaning at his own awkwardness. 

“You okay?” Carlos asked, eyebrows furrowed in concern, “Is Zak working you too hard?” he added in an attempt to lighten the mood.

“I’m-.. Oh for fuck’s sake,” Lando muttered. Was he really going to do this? Lando knew that Daniel was right; whether he did or didn’t, it didn’t matter. He could either keep this buried for the rest of eternity and suffer the consequences or he could tell her and see where it would land him. What’s the worst that could happen? His brain helpfully supplied him with a long list, but he swallowed down the panic that rose in his throat at the sheer thought. 

“I���m in love. With you,” he said, looking at his best friend since they’d been 16, “and I completely ge-..” Whatever he had wanted to say, died on his lips as she pretty much launched herself at him, pressing her lips against his. He instinctively wrapped an arm around her waist, as his eyes fluttered closed. The world around them faded to the background as he kissed her back. 

When they broke the kiss, Lando felt breathless, heart pounding in his chest as he looked at her.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to do that,” she confessed, cheeks flushed.

“Oh, probably about as long as he has,” Daniel said from his spot next to Carlos. 

“W-what?” she stammered, looking at the Australian with confusion written all over her face. Daniel and Carlos shared a look.

“Kids these days,” Daniel commented, earning him a chuckle from the Spaniard.

“He’s been in love with you for-.. Well, I think since always, no?” Carlos said, looking at Daniel for confirmation.

“Pretty sure since always, yes,” Daniel agreed with a nod. 

“I’m such a muppet,” she groaned, burying her face in Lando’s chest. He couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped him as he pulled back to look at her.

“Guess that makes two of us. Luckily we’ll have forever to make up for it,” he murmured, brushing her hair back behind her ear. She smiled back up at him, lifting up on her tiptoes to press another kiss to his lips. 

“Oh my God, that was the cheesiest shit ever. Okay, come on lovebirds,” Daniel said with a roll of his eyes as he moved to the exit, but Lando could hear the smile in his voice. 

“I’ll pay for dinner to celebrate Lando finally finding the cojones to tell her,” Carlos added.

“But no sushi, right?” Lando was quick to ask, taking her hand in his as they followed the two older drivers. Carlos just laughed, holding the door open for them.

“Right?” he repeated, eyes flitting between Carlos and Daniel. 

“Don’t worry mate, I know a great restaurant. You’ll like it,” Carlos said, clasping him on the shoulder. Lando eyed him cautiously.

“Is it too late to back out of this and order in?” he whispered, turning to look at her, causing her to laugh. 

Welp, my first Lando fic officially happened. Honestly it was only a matter of time. The devil works hard, but the Lando girlies work harder

Wrote this as part of a kisses challenge I’m taking part in this year. Feel free to send in a request or suggestions!

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how do you think the companions would react to a mute or deaf inquisitor? like one who communicates through sign language?

“Companions react to Mute/Deaf Inquisitor”

I try to do my research for the most part when I do these posts. So if I do get something wrong, please let me know! I enjoy getting the chance to understand topics further and getting to hear from you guys! And thank you anon!

-Lord Lex

Cullen

-One of the many who struggle with communication and now he’s learning that you can communicate through your hands. He’s a little worried about you being on the battlefield but he’ll try not to mother you. He knows the others have your back and, hey, you’ve been fighting before you were even part of the Inquisition so that reassures him. He struggles to learn sign-language but instead, if the Inquisitor is deaf, will communicate through simply passing along some paper. Same with if deaf but he’ll mostly speak to you and rely on a written response.

Josephine

-Josey is an ambassador for the Inquisition, of course she’s going to know a few languages. If she doesn’t, she usually tries to learn them as soon as possible. Like Cullen, she’ll be worried about you when in the field, but outside of it she finds no problems. She’ll go with you wherever when in Haven/Skyhold, translating for people or for you. Anyone who tries to disresepct you behind your back will get a stern talking to.

Leliana

-She always did say the best spy was one who didn’t speak. Maybe not so surprisingly she knows several forms of sign language for different languages and will make sure on which ones to use for you. If a message needs to be said, she’ll say it for you. Though, sometimes, she’ll watch as people make fools of themselves either by talking rudely to you when your deaf or asking why you aren’t responding when mute. Proceeds to introduce you as the Inquisitor and that you’re deaf/mute. 

Vivienne

-Not so surprised. Is actually another one who stays by your side, either translating or shutting down anyone who so happens to make a comment about you. Tries to stay where you can see her, either her hands or mouth being visible for you. Sometimes when translating for you, she’ll add in her own comment but makes sure people know that it’s her opinion and not yours. “The Inquisitor bids you welcome. I, on the other hand, hope your stay is very short.”

Varric

-Varric finds it pretty interesting, having met a few people in his travels who couldn’t speak or hear. Wasn’t able to pick up on sign language but he won’t try to exclude you because he doesn’t know what you’re saying. He’ll try any methods of talking with you or getting to know what you’re saying, including through drawings. He’s not the best artist but you both find it such a goofy way of communicating. Makes many people question how ya’ll even know what either of you are saying, especially when you’re both nodding sagely over a drawing of a nug with a crown.

Cole

-He knows you’re speaking, but the words aren’t coming out. Right for you, but not right for others. Cole is very confused on why no one else can hear you until he realises they can’t hear the ghost of your words. Don’t rely too much on him to translate, we all know his speech patterns. Especially when he does translate for you, he’ll either say everything on your mind or too little of what you want to say. But it is pretty funny when he tries to do a voice for you. Most specificly when you’re trying to act intimidating and he just makes his voice rough and tough. He’s trying his best.

Solas

-He finds no problem with it. Might find it slightly difficult when trying to translate certain elven words, especially if the Inquisitor doesn’t know elven. but that won’t stop him. Solas will try to find a way to describe it or use appropriate wording to get his point across or to explain certain words. He’s very patient with you and will even ask you to teach him a few signs so that it’s easier for you. Even tries to keep an eye on your hands if you’re mute so that he can see when you wish to speak.

Cassandra

-The one who gets frustrated the most over it. She’s trying, she really is. She does know some sign language, but only some. She’ll get words wrong or mistranslate sometimes. But even worse when she forgets because she’ll go on long tangents or going over plans and will look at you for input and it just hits her. Has to get you paper and a quill to write out responses or even she’ll write out her whole thing. Cass isn’t frustrated with you, she’s frustrated with trying to remember these things as well as sign language.

The Iron Bull

-He knows a few words and phrases but he also teaches you a few of his own. He works around it, makes sure you know it’s not a hinderance. Pretty impressed with how you power through, becoming a leader and, because of you, most of Skyhold actually knows a bit of sign-language. Unlike the others, though, if someone asks what you’re saying, he’s going to tell them either to guess or that it’s time for them to learn a new language. Bull’s only messing with people but if you ask him to stop he will. (Fun fact: Krem taught him sign language. Krem was a little excited to speak with you when he saw you using it.) Speaking of Krem, you know how he sits to Bull’s blind side? Bull will do the same for you except being your ears if deaf or being your voice if mute.

Dorian

-Genuinely one of the most curious of your group. Dorian’ll sit down with you for hours just to learn, eventually being able to have conversations with you in more easier terms. He’ll still talk (a lot) but now it’s accompanied by him moving his hands, either to help you or to just practice. He also enjoys how private it can be, not having to worry about listening ears or unwanted company. He tries to help as much as you’ll let him, either deaf or mute and will interpret when needed. Also uses it to shit talk but only around you or those in your group. Josephine cuaght him once and gave him a talking because one of the nobles actually knew sign language.

Sera

-It’s not her type of sign language. Which is either signs like moving forward or a certain finger. More frustrated than Cassandra sometimes but also has fun with it. Might be irritating with certain people as she tries to guess what you’re saying, going through charades to get your point across or even hers. She’s even tried to create her own and teach it to you. Most of the time it’s just words that already exist but smashed together like shitbiscuit. She’ll try testing things with you, like if your senses are heightened due to one of them being gone. Specificlly by throwing apples at you. Might want to work on your reflexes.

Blackwall

-He’s trying, I promise. He’s able to guess but it does little when you’re trying to get whole phrases or sentences out. It’ll take Blackwall a second to remember what that certain hand movement means but he’ll get there. Same as Bull where he’ll act as your ears but not your voice. Does not want to be responsible for that or equivalate his voice as yours. His main answer is “You give the orders, I follow them.” Sometimes will just walk up to you saying he’s got this and then try to sign to you and ask if he did it correctly. It’s a 50/50 chance he did. 

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I also wish they had let Adrien react to Plagg’s death in Kwamis choice but unfortunately there weren’t any news vans or such that documented what happened…. And I know the writers don’t actually care so it pisses me off that it’ll be swept under the rug. GOD FORBID ANYTHING OF CONSEQUENCE HAPPENS IN THIS DAMN SHOW THAT DOESN’T DIRECTLY INVOLVE MARIBUG AND THAT WON’T BE IMMEDIATELY PACIFIED BY CHAT DOING HIS LOVE IS CONDITIONAL/MARIBUG COMES FORST SCHTICK

You're so right anon. One of the issues I had with Deflagration (and Kwami's Choice in general tbh) is how irrelevant Adrien felt. The episode had Marinette come back with a bang to be Ladybug by figuring out how to use Tikki's Lucky Charm and fool Monarch, but Adrien came back to being Chat Noir offscreen and spent the episode as an insignificant part of Ladybug's civilian team, and he didn't even get to react to his Kwami literally sacrificing himself. Kwami's Choice itself spent its time pissing over Adrien and Plagg's relationship by utterly invalidating it. Adrien looks at a new holder of his Miraculous and all he cares about is that Marinette hasn't called him yet or something. At least Marinette knew who Alya was and could see Tikki often. Plagg and Adrien were separated forever for all intents and purposes and neither of them seemed to give a damn. Like you said, Adrien just went ahead and started to worry over Marinette without a single thought to Plagg, probably because he isn't allowed to have any emotions that don't pertain to his relationship with Marinette. And I hate that so much.

And Deflagration wasn't even a bad episode, but this whole thing just soured it for me.

Thank you for your ask!

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I’m the Fool • N.T

(Gif not mine)

Request: I really love your writing. Could you do a pining after tonks while she loves Remus and it just overall being very angsty? If not totally chill but just wanted to say I love your writing too — anon

Summary: Seeing your longtime crush with someone else leaves your mind spiraling

Warnings: fem!reader (no pronouns used), internalized homophobia (?), Remus x Tonks, kinda panic attack descriptions, a little bit of canon divergence

Word Count: 690

A.N: yes I was thinking about Good Luck, Babe! while writing this lmao, hope you guys enjoy!

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You’re really trying not to be obvious. Your eyes have been stuck on her figure across the wooden dining table the entire meeting, but honestly how could you not stare? How could you not admire her beauty, especially when it’s right in front of you, nestled underneath Remus Lupin’s arm?

You glance down, fingernails picking at the polished wood as Moody drones on about the Deatheater spies infiltrating the Ministry. Biting your lip you know you should be paying attention; the fate of the the British Wizarding World was much more important than your feelings for your best friend.

And yet, as per usual, she captures your attention.

You had hoped that this infatuation with your best friend would have ended when the two of you graduated from Hogwarts, but when you saw her on the first day of Auror training a few months afterward, you knew you were fucked. Tonks always handled her wand gracefully and the way she effortlessly dueled the other trainees was mesmerizing. Her spells were always well calculated and her flicks of the wrist always confident. The way strands of her colored hair fell perfectly over her face made you just want to brush them away gently.

But you were too scared then, unknowingly throwing away any chance of confessing to her.

Remus had her in the exact way you wanted her.

Your eyes drift back up to the pair, watching the way Remus’ thumb traced circles on her shoulder and how she would occasionally lean her head back in the crook of his neck.

Moody, Snape, and Sirius argue about something but it’s all muffled in the back of your mind. You try your hardest to focus on their voices, but it’s so hard to with your heart beating wildly in your chest.

Haphazardly, you rise from your seat, ripping your eyes away from your friend, instead focusing on the tips of your shoes. “Excuse me,” you mutter, leaving the dining room to hurriedly rush to somewhere less overwhelming. You feel her gaze on the back of your head until the door finally separates the two of you.

Lightly shutting and locking the door to the second floor bathroom you pause to stare at yourself in the mirror, hand over your heart. You will yourself to take deep breaths, to just calm down.

Your clothes feel too tight and your skin itches and all you want to do is forget about this stupid crush on Nymphadora Tonks. These unreciprocated feelings bubble beneath your skin making it harder to catch your breath.

“(Y/N)?” There are light taps at the door, making you grow quiet. “Are you alright, mate?”

The fact that Tonks is just outside checking up on you has your stomach twisting and your mind drawing up blanks.

You could tell her. You could tell her right now and get it over with. Maybe she’d shun you out of her life, you think, being so uncomfortable around you that she’d never want to see your face again.

The little morsel of hope hidden in your thoughts makes you think of the possibility of her kissing you the moment your confession leaves your lips, and she would break up with Remus and the two of you could fly out of England to be together and forget all this war nonsense.

You wish it could be that simple.

“(Y/N)?” Tonks asks again, snapping you out of your thoughts. “If you don’t respond, I’m kicking this bloody door down.”

You snort at that, making sure you look presentable before unlocking and opening the door.

Your friend’s features are scrunched in worry, her eyes darting around your figure searching for any physical explanation as to why you ran out from the meeting.

“Are you ok?”

You swallow down whatever it is you thought of saying only moments before. “Yeah, I was just coming back down.”

“Oh good!” She smiles, lifting your arm up to place it around her shoulders as the two of you descend the staircase.

And from the second floor bathroom to the dining room table, you know what it feels like to be Remus Lupin.

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[d34dlysinner]

Hi it’s anon from the traitor MC,WOW,you’re an amazing writer,that it even made me hold my breath while reading each king.❤️

I don’t know if it’s too much to ask ,you can ignore this if you don’t want to.

Oh wait ?MC wasn’t a traitor ? MC was just fooling the angels this whole time ,for them to fall in a trap

But it was too late MC doesn’t want to anything to do with them basically “I can’t be with someone who doesn’t trust me” ,so war ended but they still feel they lost,oh yeah MC

So what reaction would they have

I hope this brainfart make sense😀

THANK YOU THAT YOU THINK THAT I'M A GOOD WRITER TvT THAT MADE MY DAY TBH- Also, there's never too much when it comes to asking. Just takes time to produce so no worries- You tried to fool the angels, but the kings, who discarded you like some piece of trash, were also fooled by your act. After all the time that you spent with each other, this was how fast they would decide to kill you? They didn't even have a second thought before making their decision. They didn't even question if you were speaking the truth. They didn't even wait before making their decision. They didn't stop their nobles from chasing you out of Hell. Now both Hell and Heaven were against you. And because of some last act of love, they allowed you to go back to earth safely. You couldn't believe what happened. You knew that it wouldn't end pretty, but you at least thought that they would've waited before making their decision. Heartbroken, you made your way to your apartment. You knew that you couldn't stay there. The angels would be after you again after they escaped the battle. You needed a plan. You needed to move around. So when you came home you packed whatever little thing you needed to go around. You will have to abandon your home for your safety. Only later, after the battle did the demons know that you were lying. The angels didn't try to save you. On top of that Michael was completely clueless when he heard about some spy. Even mocking the demons, saying that having a spy would take too much time. He liked doing the killing himself after all. A spy would just halt him and drag out things.

Satan realized that he made a mistake. You were lying for Hell's sake? "Why did you do something so stupid?", would be what he asks himself. He needed to find you again. He needed to apologize and scold you soon after for being this risky. When he looked for you on earth again, he saw that you were packing in some clothes and other necessities in a suitcase. You noticed him in the door opening and laughed. "I thought that you'd kill me if I was in your line of vision again.", you said, almost with no emotion. He felt how coldly you responded and knew that in a way he deserved it since he also reacted coldly to the lie. "What are you doing?", he asked, already knowing what the answer is. "I'm leaving. I guess that you uncovered that I was lying back then? Well, if you're going to apologize... I don't want to hear it. I also don't need to be scolded.", you said. You weren't ready to return, especially since he wanted to kill and ban you so easily. You were ready to leave forever and he wasn't enough to convince you to go to Hell again. Once you finished packing you walked towards the front door. "This is my goodbye and I hope we'll be able to see each other once again, but at this moment I don't want to see you.", you said as you walked out of the door. He was left in your house as he watched your figure disappear in the distance.

Mammon was in the middle of another rampage when he heard the news from Bimet. He couldn't describe the feeling he had at that exact moment. A mixture of relief, disappointment, anger, and regret washed over him as he stopped the current rampage. The once calm and generous king, that was turned into a selfish monster instantly at the words of his love being a spy, felt pain. He felt regret for his actions after hearing your lie. He felt anger in himself for being so quick to discard you. He was relieved that the lie that made him into this selfish man wasn't anything more than a lie. He felt disappointed, because you thought a lie was the best way to help the war. He wanted to be with you again. He wanted you to need him as much as he needed you. Now that you were confirmed to not be a spy he can chase after you once more. He tried to go to earth and to search for you at your place, but once he entered your place he was greeted with an almost vacant house. Precious things and necessities were taken away. The only thing that was left was a note addressed to him. The note read that you abandoned your past and that you'll maybe meet once again. But that depends on him wanting to actually see them.

Beelzebub was wandering across Hell yet again. No one actually knew where he was, they only knew that he was wandering around since people around Hell claimed to have seen him. Even if it were a brief second of him walking across the streets. Beel, who knows Hell like the back of his hand, felt lost. He still felt betrayed. That day where you said that you were a spy stuck to him. He just wanted to forget all of it. He questioned what made him stay with you as he continued to wander. The news of you lying that day reaching him as last out of all the demons. Some time passed when he heard about the whole thing being a lie. It made his heart less heavy as he longed to see you yet again. He longed to talk again with you and mend the mistakes that happened, but he was too late. You were still alive. You were living the best you could with someone that wasn't him. He was too late to be a part of your heart again. Leviathan was still in denial about you being a spy. You both had good memories after all. He knew that he still loved you and he wanted you back. Yet a part of him screams that he shouldn't try to get you back. A traitor is a traitor after all. His days would feel very slow. Everything he does is sleep, eat, and watch as his nobles and lower demons tried to make him happy again. They could feel that their king was distraught. They knew that their efforts did barely anything, but still tried to get some smile out of him. It wasn't until the news of you lying spread that he started smiling. "You lied about being a spy? Just to keep Hell safer? Just to stall the angel's invasion?", he asked himself. You truly were too good to be true. The news made it possible for him to get you back without his nobles planning to kill you. He sent someone to go to earth to try and find you, but they returned without you. Levi would ask why you haven't returned with the demon he sent. That's when he heard that they couldn't find you at your home. Your home was barren, lifeless, it had no character. As if you weren't there to begin with. Leviathan didn't trust this demon and almost went up to earth himself to look for himself. The demon gave Levi a letter that you left before he could leave. The contents of the letter just said how you couldn't stay home, because of safety reasons. Your wish to meet once again, but it being unlikely since you won't stay at places for extended periods. He kept the letter close to him as it was proof that you existed. His new mission now was trying to find you between billions of people.

[sabo-has-my-heart]

Hi, it's two part anon. Congrats on the 1000 followers ^^ (sorry I'm late).

I read failed 5 and I love it so much (my kokoro is squeezing lol) can I request to finish failed 5 with just moments of them being cute dorks? Like how Sabo is also crushing on Y/N and has been buying like 3 cups of coffee daily just to see Y/N. Y/N on the other hand, is way too shy and can't say a full sentence with Sabo's presence. Maybe after finding out about they are neighbors both of them attempt to try to ask the other out, but they are clumsy dorks in love. Like Sabo trying to practice his pick up line but the wall's soundproof ability sucks so Y/N hears it all.

I'm aiming for fluffy cute stuffs that will give me cavities.

Congrats again. Have a great day!

Two part anon! I'm so glad you're taking part in my event! I'll admit, with how long this was when I started, I was worried it might be in two parts too 😆. If I'd kept writing, it probably would have but I was trying to keep it to one.

Warning: fluff

Word Count: 1560

   How long had you chatted with your neighbor like this? Weeks? Months? A year? Never once seeing each other’s faces, a wall separating your balconies, but talking to a faceless voice. It was nice to have someone to talk to after you came home from work, almost like having a roommate but without the hassle of an actual roommate.

    “So did you see him again?” the voice asked with a chuckle.

    “Do you think I’d be talking so calmly if I hadn’t?” you asked, a small laugh escaping your lips.

    “I guess that’s true, you’d probably be worrying about how he wasn’t there, is he okay?” your neighbor said in a bad imitation of you.

    “Shut up! You’re just as bad, what was it you were whimpering about the other week? She wasn’t there! Where was she?” you mimicked back. On the other side of the divider wall, Sabo blushed, remembering how he’d been worried about his crush’s health.

    “I was worried she was sick!” Sabo shot back at his mystery neighbor. He never saw them, only knew what they sounded like. He’d tried waiting outside his apartment a couple of times but that never seemed to work.

    “Sure, sure. So, are you gonna finally tell me her name?” you asked, cocking an eyebrow even though you knew he couldn’t see you.

    “Not a chance, what if you know her? You could tell her your ‘weird neighbor’ has a crush on her and keeps stealing glances at her.” the voice called back.

    “What about your name then? We are neighbors after all, it wouldn’t kill us to know each other’s names.” you said with a small laugh. You sort of understood his fear with his crush and in the beginning, you understood his worries about telling you his name, but you’d been talking like this for some time now.

    “I…” Sabo’s brow furrowed, why was he so worried about telling you who he was? Did he prefer the anonymity of not knowing who he was talking to? Was it paranoia about someone knowing some faceless person would know who he was? Was he worried about ruining the strange friendship you already had?

    “That’s okay, you don’t have to, I won’t-”

    “Sabo… i-it’s Sabo.” he interjected, his face suddenly bright red. Why had he just blurted that out?

    “Sabo? Like… blond hair, tall, always wearing gloves and visiting the coffee shop on 2cd, Sabo?” you asked nervously. It couldn’t be. Your crush was living next to you and you didn’t even realize?

    “Uh, yeah. Do… Do we know each other?” Sabo asked, unsure of how you knew him. You were silent for a minute, trying to figure out what to say. He still didn’t know who you were, you could still talk to him anonymously without stumbling nervously over your words or fear of making a complete fool of yourself, right?

    “Hey, you still there?” Sabo asked, snapping you out of your thoughts.

    “Uh, y-yeah, sorry. I was just… I suppose we sort of know each other. You… you come into the coffee shop I work at everyday.” you muttered. It was almost too quiet for Sabo to hear and for a moment he thought he heard wrong.

    “You… you work at the coffee shop on 2cd?” Sabo asked, eyes widening, half wanting to run inside his apartment and hide, half wanting to attempt to jump over to your balcony to see your face, to confirm something in his mind.

    “Is… that okay?” you asked nervously, biting your lip.

    “Y-yeah, that’s awesome. Looks like we knew each other without knowing it, but you still haven’t told me your name. Since I know you work at the coffee shop, I already know who you are in a sense, so there’s no harm, right?” Sabo asked, attempting to be casual but practically bursting with anticipation.

    “Y-Y/n.” you stuttered out, trying to stay calm as you gripped the balcony railing. The two of you had been going on about your lives, your crushes, everything for quite some time now, you knew so much about each other, would he figure out you had a crush on him? Things went silent on both sides, the guy you had a crush on and the girl Sabo had a crush on had been talking to each other for weeks and weeks without realizing they were telling each other everything about their lives.

     Neither of you really noticed the silence, too wrapped up in your own thoughts, your heads spinning until a ring broke you both out of your own thoughts.

    “Uh, sorry, that’s one of my brothers, I gotta go, see you tomorrow?” Sabo asked.

    “Yeah, tomorrow at the coffee shop I guess.” you said, hoping your chuckle didn’t sound as nervous and forced as it felt. With that, the both of you walked into your apartments, both internally freaking out.

     Sabo had been fighting with himself lately. You knew who he was. You knew who he was! Should he stop by more often? Less? You knew he was your neighbor now, he could stop by more often without seeming weird now, right? Just a friendly stop, say hi. No big deal, right? You probably wouldn’t think anything of it, just your friend swinging by! Except if he was stopping by, he’d need a reason for entering the coffee shop to see you. Maybe he should get more coffee? He did stay up pretty late at night, maybe grab one then? To hell with it! He’d swing by! Fuck the excuses, all he needed to say was that he needed more coffee!

     He’d been stopping by more often, why, he wouldn’t say, but your coworkers suspected a big test that he was cramming for. You, on the other hand, had become rather shy around him, barely able to say anything other than your usual welcome and such necessary for work. How could you? He knew who you were now! What if he figured out your feelings for him? Talking to him as your neighbor was easy, talking to him as the girl who worked in the coffee shop wasn’t too hard either. He didn’t know you had feelings for him. But now… what if he figured it out? You’d been telling him about your crush on… him, for a while now!

     Your late night conversations had changed as well. You stuttered and couldn’t finish a sentence anymore. Your once comfortable talks about your crushes, your days, your… everything, now had you a stuttering mess. Likewise, Sabo couldn’t shut up. Between the amount of caffeine and how nervous he was, he’d pace his balcony just blabbering on. The one thing that brought you back down was the other’s crush. He liked someone else. He liked a girl and she was probably one of your coworkers. At the same time, you liked another guy, some guy who stopped by frequently, he’d probably passed the guy before. 

     Biting your lip, you paced the balcony. Neither you, nor Sabo had been meeting up lately, he was probably busy with ‘his girl’. You hated it! Even with tears pricking in your eyes, you opened your mouth.

     “Sabo, you’re the most handsome. No! That’s so… ugh! Sabo I was hoping we could get some coffee? No, no, no, I work in a coffee shop! Hey Sabo, I was wondering if you’d like to go on a date? Wait, don’t guys usually ask girls? Would Sabo be okay if I asked him instead?” you took a deep breath, “Sabo I’d really-” “Y/N WILL YOU GO ON A DATE WITH ME?!” you screeched as you spun around, finding the blond hanging onto your railing on the opposite side. If he let go, he’d fall to the parking lot below.

     “Sabo what are you doing! Get over here before you fall!” you shouted, grabbing his arm and tugging him onto the balcony. The blond shook his head.

     “NOT UNTIL YOU ANSWER ME! WILL YOU GO OUT WITH ME?!” he shouted once more, eyes frantic. He’d heard you practicing, you were practicing to ask him out, right? His chest was heaving from jumping over to your balcony railing, his heart pounding from hearing you practice. Your heart pounded as you realized what he’d just asked. You hadn’t registered what he’d said at first, too surprised by him suddenly showing up to realize what he’d said. You swallowed hard, blushing and looking away.

     “You… you heard me?” you asked nervously, Sabo nodding his head rapidly. 

     “I really like you too! I have for so long! I’ve wanted to ask you out but wasn’t sure how! Please, please go on a date with me!” Sabo pleaded, eyes still wide. You could only blush and nod before pulling on his arm again.

     “A-alright, but you have to get over here first! I don’t want you falling before our first date!” you said, making the boy smile as he climbed over.

     “Don’t worry, there’s no way I’d die before I get to take you out.” he said, picking you up and spinning you around once he was on your balcony. You both smiled and laughed as he put you down, pulling you into a sudden kiss, one that had you melting in his arms. It seemed like the crushes you’d both been telling each other about for so long was each other.

[sophierequests]

hello ! i would like to congratulate you for your 100 followers. i discovered your work some days ago and it’s pure gold for real !! it’s so amazing ! 💓

by the way, i saw that you requests are open and i had a little idea on my mind. could it be possible a jesper fahey x reader where reader and him are best friends. reader doesn’t like to show her emotions and tends to deny feelings she has for him, being quite harsh sometimes. then one day he confronts her about her behavior and she admits her feelings ?

i don’t know if it’s interesting and if you want to write it. if you don’t, it’s okay don’t worry about it ! and i’m sorry if i made some mistakes since english isn’t my first language.

falling for you, fool's gold

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Pairing: Jesper Fahey x f!Reader

A/N: Hi! First of all, thank you sm for the compliment, I'm so thankful that you enjoy my writing <333 Jesper fics give me life, so I'd probably write everything if it involves our favourite sharpshooter. But I really enjoyed your request, so I hope you like this, sweet anon!

Summary: Suppressed feelings create some unwanted tensions.

Genre: Angst, Hurt/Comfort

Word Count: 2.2K

Warnings: Mention of gambling and alcohol

“When are you finally going to put us out of our misery and just ask him out?” You almost choked on your drink when Nina said that. The two girls sitting across from you only giggled after seeing your eyes widen ever so slightly.

“I have absolutely no clue who you are talking about.” Lie. You knew exactly who they were talking about. Even though you tried to hide your feelings as best as you could, Nina could feel the way your heart skipped a beat whenever he was around, so it obviously didn’t take Kaz’s level of deduction skills to figure that out.

“Dirty liar.” She whispered, leaning towards you with a devilish grin, almost tipping over the glass of whiskey in front of her whilst doing so. Inej only gave you an apologetic smile, but you knew that she was enjoying this just as much as Nina did.

“Nina’s right, Y/N. It would do you both some good if you would just tell him. And we could finally stop walking on eggshells whenever Jesper and you are in the same room.”

“I understand where you’re coming from, but Jesper and I are just friends.” Nina let out a dramatic groan, throwing her arm on the table and resting her head on top of it, looking up at you with pleading eyes. Always the drama queen. "There are absolutely no romantic feelings involved."

“Where are no romantic feelings involved? What are you girls gossiping about?” Jesper suddenly appeared in front of you, visibly in the mood to join in on the conversation. Maybe you should order a new drink.

“Y/N’s dating life - or the lack thereof.” The Heartrender answered quickly, stifling a laugh when she saw the look of horror that flashed over your face when she said that. Thankfully, Jesper hadn't noticed it, instead raising an inquisitive brow at you before he shoved himself into the booth beside you.

“That's a topic which I'll gladly stay for!" He gave you a wink, swiftly putting his arm around your shoulders and pulling you a bit closer to his side. Saints, how you hated this.

However, you also hated hating this. He was your best friend. Hugging, touching, and occasionally flirting were something you had always done. You had never been uncomfortable with that before until you started to realize that you might think of him a little differently than you initially thought. He didn't deserve to be subjected to your - probably very much unrequited - feelings and all the effects it had on your behaviour towards him.

"I don't think she necessarily wants you to stay," Inej commented slyly, causing Jesper to frown and direct his attention back to you again.

"Why's that? Do I play a role in it?" He inquired with a smug smile playing across his lips. "Have I missed you pouring your heart out and telling everyone about the crush you have on me?"

"In your dreams, Fahey." You tried to play off the stinging embarrassment you felt. You wanted to focus on something else, stir the conversation in another direction, but whenever you tried to do so, you were made painfully aware of the way his arm laid on your shoulders. The way his hand mindlessly played with some strands of your hair, twirling it around his finger. The way his breath felt hot against your neck when he spoke to you. This was terrible.

"Oh come on, you know it's the truth." It was an obvious joke, you could hear it in his tone. But it made you feel even smaller than you felt before.

"No." Yes.

"You'll do eventually." This sounded less like a joke, the wink accompanying it didn't help.

"Just drop it, Jesper." You shrugged off his shoulder dismissively, resulting in him giving Nina and Inej a confused glance before carefully retreating his arm. You never called him 'Jesper' unless you were mad at him, so why would you start now? But he just couldn't put a finger on what might have annoyed you. Did he take it too far with one of his jokes? You had never minded him saying things like that.

"Okay?" He put emphasis on drawing out the word as long as he could, his expression changing from confused to worried. He wanted nothing more than to ask what was wrong, however, judging by your previous reaction, you probably wouldn't appreciate that very much.

Inej managed to lead the conversation in another direction - one that wouldn't force you to talk about things you didn't want to say out loud - but the tension between you and Jesper didn't die down by any means. The tension only got stronger the longer the silence settled. And in the evening, you didn't even hit him before returning to the Slat. He made an effort to ask the two girls that remained in their respective seats at the club, with no result. They simply feigned a clueless expression before leaving him to figure it out by himself.

The following week didn't help turn things around. Quite the opposite actually. It managed to make things even more awkward. You didn't sit as close to him as you used to during meetings. You skipped certain meals if that meant that you didn't have to be around him for any longer than needed. And you weren’t up for spending nights at the club with him anymore. It was as if your friendship had been put on hold and you went back to being strangers again.

You didn’t necessarily enjoy this arrangement either, but you worried that you might let something slip whenever he was around you, so you tried your best to avoid him. It was only after one particularly draining day that you didn’t feel like spending the evening cooped up in your room and decided to spend some time in the living room. Most of the others seemed to be out, so you could enjoy the quiet and continue reading whatever novel had currently caught your interest.

This supposed peace didn’t last long. You didn’t even manage to finish one chapter until you heard footsteps coming up the stairs. That didn’t have to mean anything. It could literally be anyone. But of course, luck wasn’t on your side, and the only person you didn’t want to see walked through the door.

At first, he didn’t even notice you, completely focused on adjusting the holster of his guns. But as soon as he reached the couch, probably intending to also take some time to unwind, he paused for a second, staring you up and down as if he had never seen you before.

“Hi.” He broke the silence, standing only a few metres away from you with his hands fidgeting in front of him like a child that expected scolding.

You turned your head to face him, having hesitated to do so in hopes that he would just continue walking. His hair was slightly damp and so were his clothes, which told you that he probably just came back from drinking - or gambling -, since it had been raining outside for the last couple of hours. Normally, you would have joined him during and after his non-work-related trips to the club, providing him with whatever kind of support or company he needed. Not this time though.

“Hi.” He almost looked startled that you actually interacted with him, no matter whether it was only briefly before getting back to your book.

“I, uhm, do you mind if I join you in here?” That question hit you right where it hurt. Jesper would have never asked to simply be around you. He would have respected your boundaries had you said no, but that would have probably never been a real issue.

“No, I don’t.” You answered, giving him your best impression of an inviting smile, however, still quickly taking your eyes off of him.

He didn’t sit next to you how he usually would, instead turning to lounge on the couch opposite you, pulling out his revolvers to absent-mindedly clean them. You could see the occasional curious glances he gave you when he thought you weren’t looking, and it drove you mad that you were too afraid to properly interact with him.

“Listen, Y/N.” He started with a sigh, causing you to look up from your novel to focus on him. “I don’t really understand what I did wrong, but I know that something is wrong. But if you’re avoiding me because of what happened last week, I’m sorry. I should’ve just stopped when you told me to. I know that you don’t have feelings for me, and it was stupid of me to make you uncomfortable by acting like you do.”

“I wouldn’t have had a problem with you annoying me if it hadn’t been the truth.” You thought, biting the inside of your cheeks to not break out crying.

“What?” Shit, did you say that out loud? The befuddled look on his face gave you a clear answer to that. “What did you say?”

“Nothing that concerns you.” He sat up straight again, gaping at you with wide eyes. You really should’ve just gone to bed.

“That’s bullshit and you know it.” He moved to stand up, but so did you. Whatever he was about to do, you didn’t want to be part of it. “You can’t just say something like that and pretend like I’m not supposed to care about it.” A mixture of emotions flashed over his face, and you couldn’t quite pinpoint what his exact feelings were at this point, nor did you feel like figuring it out.

“Jesper, stop it.”

“No, I won’t. This does concern me, and I have every right to care about it.”

“We both say stuff we don’t mean. That doesn’t mean that we have to talk about it.” Jesper’s expression changed to one of exasperation. For the first time since knowing him, he looked genuinely mad.

“Stuff we don’t mean? Ignoring me for a week because of this issue doesn’t really feel like you didn’t mean it.” He tried to take a step towards you, but the closer he got, the further you stepped back. “Just talk to me, please!”

“Would you mind just shutting up? I don’t have feelings for you. This comment meant nothing, no matter how much you might read into it.” You didn’t mean to say that. You didn’t mean to yell at him. You didn’t mean to hurt him. But you did.

He was quiet for a moment. You saw the way his lips quivered, trying to bite back the hurt you had caused. You had never yelled at him before. Not even when anyone else would’ve probably been close to murdering him.

“Goodnight, Jesper.” You didn’t wait for him to reply. Without sparing him another glance, you dashed out of the room, flying up the stairs to your room before he could think about following you. You felt utterly terrible, and the only thing you wanted to do now was cry. Saints, you felt stupid.

“Y/N!” His voice paired with the sound of his footsteps followed you up the stairs. Can’t he just take a hint? Before you could even reach your room, he seized your wrist to spin you around. “I’m not letting you ignore me for another week.”

“Jes-”

“No, you’re not doing this again. You’re not shutting me out again.” His grip on your wrist tightened as he spoke, his gray eyes piercing yours intently. “You can talk to me about this. Please talk to me about this.” Even though everything inside you screamed at you to push him away, you simply nodded, dragging him with you towards your room, since you didn’t intend on airing out your personal problems in the middle of the Slat.

“I love you.” As soon as the door shut behind him, the three words you had dreaded saying out loud just tumbled out of your mouth. Jesper, who was still holding onto your hand, was caught completely off-guard by that confession. He had already roughly put together what was going on, but he hadn’t expected you to actually say it. “And I hate that I do. Because whether I would have kept it a secret or not, it would always have an effect on our friendship, and I never wanted that to-”

His lips were suddenly pressed against yours, his hands moving to hold onto your hips while you were rendered completely speechless. After taking a second to sort your thoughts out, you returned his gesture, allowing your arms to wrap around his neck, bringing him down a bit closer to you in the process. The kiss was messy and uncoordinated, you were sure that if he had leaned a bit further towards you, it would have ended in him toppling on top of you. All of the nervousness you had felt earlier was gone, replaced by a strong sense of warmth spreading inside your stomach. He liked you back.

“Maybe changing something about our friendship isn’t so bad after all.” You whispered before leaning in a second time, which he graciously accepted.

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[tinybitsubby]

Hi! Sorry for the random anon ask, but I'm worried that your latest post (in which, if I understand correctly, you write about your husband engaging in sex acts with you without your consent) is describing a sexual assault rather than consensual BDSM activity.

Even in BDSM, sexual activity (whether intercourse, non-intercourse acts involving sexual organs, or non-intimate BDSM acts like spanking etc.) should only be done with the enthusiastic consent of both parties, whether that's through open communication or a safe word. If I understand the situation correctly, what your husband is doing is harmful and not okay (even if you don't immediately feel upset/assaulted), and has nothing to do with love or BDSM.

I really hope everything is okay <3

I appreciate your concern. It’s good that people here want to protect each other.

Every relationship is different and ours has blanket consent. Here’s what that looks like in this relationship:

First of all, my sex drive is higher than his and so 99% I’m super happy he wants to fool around. We usually get at least 3 really good D/s sex sessions a week.

Secondly, if you’re picturing a violent rape scene, that’s not us. My “not feeling like it” may go more like this:

I’ve got a lot on my plate and maybe I feel like I don’t have the time or the emotional bandwidth to flip the switch.

I express the above

He realizes I’m stressed, swats me on the butt, orders me to get in the tub to relax for 20 minutes while he finishes up the task I’m working on for me.

He sets a glass of wine on the tub and puts something pretty to wear next to it.

He makes the next hour about my pleasure.

I spend the rest of the evening so damn thankful he refused to take no for an answer. I’m now less stressed and we’re better connected.

a side note, as a sub, it does my little subby heart good to be pushed, and, dare I say, used. It’s ok that non-subs may not understand this aspect of it. (In the post you were referring to, I did talk about just being used for his pleasure. I find this a great compromise if I had expressed not having time for a full on D/s sex session, they last awhile. In this situation, he heard me, possibly agreed I didn’t have time for the whole shebang, and moved for a quickie instead. As a sub, I get some really great feelings from being used in the moment and he knows that.)

As I’ve stated in other posts, he’s not a dick. I’m his submissive and I do take orders, but if I were crying that I just can’t do this right now, he’d be holding me and helping to get to the bottom of my feelings. He’s a dom that strongly believes happy wife, happy life. ****Happy sometimes looks a little different for those with submissive tendencies.**** We have a very loving marriage. People around us often express their jealousy over our affectionate, decades long marriage and all of our children tell us their goal is to find a relationship with the connection and deep love that he and I share.

I’m very thankful that he’s a leader and will help steer me to what’s best for our relationship and, truthfully, what is best for me. We’ve carefully honed this relationship through years of trust and communication.

(I feel like there’s more to say about this, but the post is getting long and these were my first thoughts upon reading the ask.)

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Checking the clock you frowned. It was three in the morning. There was a soft knocking sound from somewhere in the house. “Guys? Are you back home?” You called out. No reply. “Heather? Carol?” you called as you checked their rooms.

Heather had said that they’d be staying out late at a party and Carol had made plans to stay with Tommy. As you went back out into the corridor you turned towards the front door. The knocking started again so you hurried towards it.

“They must have forgotten their keys or something.” You said to yourself. Getting to the door you went up on your tiptoes and tried to see out of the peephole. Unable to see anyone, you went to the small living room and peeked out of the front window. 

There was no one there. You jumped as knocking on the door started again. Then it started to shake. Wanting to make it stop and panicking you hurried to pull open the door. No one was outside. Stepping out onto the porch a little you saw no one anywhere near your house.

“Looks like no one is around.” You jumped at the words and turned to find Billy leaning against the wall next to your door. The light above him flickered on and off as you tried to step back towards your house.

“Billy? But you're… you…” you trailed off. Billy was mocking you as he moved forwards and closed in.

“Surprise! I’m alive.” he chuckled when you gave him a confused look.

“Did they take you to the hospital when they found Heather?” You asked him.

“No.” His smile unnerved you. His teeth looked longer than you remembered. Almost like fangs.

“I’m going to go back inside.” You said quietly.

“Are you?” He said mockingly. “Maybe I’ll come inside too.”

“No.” You said quietly.

“No? It’s not really up to you. Heather already invited me in.” Billy said softly. He stepped closer and closer as he spoke until his converse hit the lip of the door.

“Heather isn’t here.” You said starting to feel uncomfortable. Billy pulled a face that could have fooled you into thinking he was sympathetic as you panicked. “Then who's that?” 

Turning you screamed. Heather was behind you, fangs bared, eyes inhuman as she smiled at you. Instinct drove you backwards and right into Billy's arms as he lifted you up and started to pull you out of the house.

“Let me go?” You said quietly through tears.

“I will. Eventually.” Billy said softly as he wiped your tears away with his thumbs. “I just have to kill you first.” he smiled at the whimper you let out as he stooped outside his car.

“You could just let me go. I wouldn’t tell anyone.” you said now even more defeated than before.

“If you’re going to lie to me, at least do a good job.” Billy muttered. He was fiddling with something in the boot of his car while you stood next to him. You would have tried to run if heather hadn't been close by watching you carefully. “But don’t worry I’ll take care of you.”

“Take care of me?” You said uncertainly what he meant.

“Yes. When I died I had to heal in the dark all by myself. Listen to the dirt cover my grave while I tried to crawl my way out. I was half-starved when I finally got out. But I won't let it be like that for you.” Billy said it as if he genuinely believed he was being comforting. He had a bag of blood in his hand that he set on his car next to you. “Just a little bit of pain and the bullshit in this town won't be able to hurt you.”

“I don’t want to. Please, Billy… Heather.” You tried pleading with them but it didn’t help. 

“Shh. It’s ok. No one will ever be able to hurt you again. You won't be scared of anyone. You’ll be safe.” Billy insisted. His eyes were glazed over and you wondered if he was even talking about you.

“I was safe.” You said so quietly you weren’t sure if he heard you. You felt his hand cup the back of your head and force it back so he could press his arm to your lips. You could taste his blood and you gagged at first. 

"Do you have a last request?" He said as he pulled his arm away. You gave him a look that you hoped was wrathful and tried to run but he caught you with ease. “You don’t need to run. We’ll take care of everything.” 

Everything went black. The next thing you remembered was waking up in the abandoned Hargrove house. All the windows were boarded up and part of the floor was ripped up. Peeking down you saw Billy and Heather asleep in the dark. Trying to get to the door you stopped and hissed as a sliver of sun cracked through a tiny gap in the boarded up window. It burned your skin as if you’d dipped your hand in acid. Taking a few steps back you stared at your hand as it healed instantly. Somewhere in the house, you could smell the scent of blood. It made your mouth water which made you feel a little sick. When you looked towards the kitchen you could see a bloody puddle and boots sticking out past the kitchen doorway that you were sure belonged to Billy’s dad.

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[bittyb0t]

I think I might be objectum ..? Im still not sure. (LIKE i know I definitely dont have romantic of sexual feelings (I think) but definitely platonic) but like, u talking ab ur experiences rlly made me realize it. I DUNNO !! I still have a lot to figure our. But . Thank u so much <3 (also I have no idea what’s going on w the anon stuff but I hope that’s sorted. U genuinely seem so sweet idk why ppl r giving u hate :1)

~⭐️

yeah, attractions can be hard to figure out sometimes! but i’m genuinely glad i could help spread awareness about being objection and i wish you good luck on figuring things out! :]

[ry0chann]

i'm yours and you're mine

Ryomen Sukuna x gn!reader

↝ genre: angst to some fluff/comfort, modern au

↝ word count: 1.0k

↝ warnings: feelings of self-doubt from reader

↝ notes: [ requested by anon ]

made it a gn!reader bc i didn’t write anything that implied a f!reader. and i know you mentioned the whole “reader worries they’re only good for sex” thing, but i focused more on the “reader doesn’t feel good enough, period” thing. hopefully that’s alright!

Emotionlessly, you stand in front of the kitchen sink, washing whatever dishes sat in the basin. Tedious tasks like this always had your mind racing. Alone with your thoughts, you take the time to reflect. The one thing that always seemed to linger in the back of your head was the state of your relationship. You hated how often you found yourself doubting it, but it was almost like you couldn’t help it. Internal anxieties always took over when you weren’t with him. Worries that he wasn’t happy with you, or that whatever spark he felt now would eventually fade. 

You’ve lost count of how many times you’ve stressed over not being enough for him. Fooling yourself to believe that he deserved someone better and that he was only with you to spare your feelings. It made you feel like shit, thinking these illogical thoughts, when you knew the truth was the opposite of whatever the hell you tricked yourself into believing.

You haven’t been quiet about these feelings, either, you’ve talked to him about it. And every single time he’d reassure you that he was all in. That your anxiety over the situation was normal but that you had nothing to worry about. Yet no matter how many times he’s told you not to stress, you’d always end up doing it anyway.

With the evening’s chores done, you now sulk on the sofa, waiting for your boyfriend to pay you a visit just like he said he would. It’d be a lie to say you weren’t looking forward to seeing him, there was never a time when you weren’t missing him. Still, your mood wasn’t the best. You had a bad habit of closing yourself off when you got like this, the urge to distance yourself being stronger than any healthy response you could’ve had. You could feel an uncomfortable stinging in the back of your throat, tears swelling in your eyes the longer you dwelled on your feelings. 

Now really wasn’t the time for you to be crying. He’d be here any second and you didn’t want to be all puffy-eyed when he arrived. You get up, walking back to the kitchen to pour yourself a glass of water to calm yourself. Just as you’re doing so, the front door opens, your boyfriend walking through it as if he lived here. You don’t greet him when he comes in, but he doesn’t seem to mind. He throws his shoes off and makes his way over to you, placing his hands at your waist as he stands behind you.

“Hey beautiful.” he whispers, leaning in to kiss your jaw.

You’re quiet, turning your head before he’s able to kiss you. Sukuna cocks an eyebrow, confused by your reaction. 

“What’s wrong?” he asks, giving your waist a gentle squeeze as he steals a kiss on your neck.

You sigh, muttering a “nothing” then walking out of his grasp. He stands in the kitchen baffled, staring at you as you plop back down on the sofa. Had anybody else ignored him the way you currently were, he’d be pissed. Fortunately for you, you were the exception. Sukuna definitely wasn’t a very patient person, yet with you, he’d wait forever if it meant you’d eventually open up. It’s only been a couple months that you two have been together. Still, he was as stubborn as a mule, and had no intentions of picking a fight or leaving you over something so minuscule. 

Despite you claiming nothing was wrong, Sukuna could see right through your lie. Something was clearly upsetting you, and he wasn’t the type to just let you deal with it on your own. He sits down beside you, but you continue to ignore him, focusing on whatever you had put on the TV. 

“Baby, talk to me.” he mumbles, grabbing your hand. “What’s the matter?”

You purse your lips, trying to prevent any tears from forming. You didn’t want to tell him, you’ve told him a thousand times in the past. It had to have been annoying for him to constantly reassure you, or at least that’s what you assumed. He could see the gears turning in your head, caressing your hand with his thumb. Patiently, he waits for you to speak, knowing he wouldn’t have to repeat himself.

“It’s just…” you begin, finally, taking a deep breath to keep your cool. You look down at your entwined hands, pouting a bit as your tears start to build again. “I just don’t wanna lose you…”

Sukuna’s brows furrow and he squeezes your hand, as if to comfort you.

“Y/n…” His other hand comes up to cup your cheek, forcing you to make eye contact with him. He sees the way you’re fighting back tears, and he can feel his heart aching at the sight of seeing you this way. “You’re not gonna lose me. I promise.”

A tear rolls down your cheek and your bottom lip quivers. The words struggle to come out, but you manage to speak.

“I-I don’t want you to feel like you have to stay with me just because I want to be with you… All I want is for you to be happy, Kuna. A-and I feel like I haven’t succeeded in fulfilling that for you.”

You sniffle, no longer holding back and letting your tears stain your skin. Sukuna brings both his hands to your face, wiping away the little droplets streaming down cheeks. He kisses your forehead, speaking close to it as he pulls away.

“You do make me happy, darling. I would never lie to you about that." Another kiss is placed on your forehead, a kiss to the lips following it. “I love you, okay? I love you so much.”

You can’t bring yourself to say it back, too choked up by your soft sobs. He doesn’t need to hear you say it though, he knows how you feel. He didn’t need to elaborate anymore, either, you knew he was being genuine. He was always being genuine. All you really needed was a little reassurance. A tiny kiss and an “I love you” was enough for you to know how he felt. It just seemed like you needed to hear it often, not that Sukuna had any problems reminding you. 

He pulls you into his chest, tightly wrapping his arms around your form. “I’m yours for as long as you’ll have me.” Lightly, he rubs your back, kissing the top of your head while you attempt to steady your breaths. “I promise you I’m not going anywhere.”

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· I Don't Go In For Sweets ·

Request: by a lovely anon "set after the events of season 3. Tommy can't handle the company, he's still grieving and he has to be there for Charlie so Polly tells him she knows a girl from a good family to get married He ends up agreeing (aunt Pol can be very persuasive) but even though he's married, this new girl isn't considered as a wife. He doesn't really make any effort but his "wife" understands, he's a widowed father who lost his first wife only a year ago. However since they are...in this, she wants to make her time as enjoyable as possible for the both of them and for Charlie too. But no matter what Tommy makes it a point of honor to not let her in, to not let her replace Grace so he ignores her, he works more, tries to spend as little as possible in the house. Reader stays patient, it will be alright and Charlie is making her quite busy anyway. One night, Tommy comes home completely drunk and maybe a bit high too, he can't even make it to his office. Thankfully Reader is still awake, she takes care of him and Tommy just...melts at how gentle Reader is, he may be able to keep his distant while sober but it's much harder in his state. He admits to her how he's been feeling and all. Ever since that night, something changed, Tommy feels some comfort, some solace being around her, she accepts him wholly, even his flaws, the bad side of his business and she tries to provide some sort of safe place for when it gets too hard." (I edited the request because it was very long, but I kept all essential parts in there)

Author’s note: I loved loved loved writing this and it ended up being SUPER long, but I’m very happy with how it turned out. As always, I hope you like it and have the loveliest of days!

Warnings: season 3 SPOILERS sort of, but not really, still read at your own risk. Arranged marriage, mentions of alcohol and drugs, angst.

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“Thomas, you may not be able to see it, but you’re breaking apart” Polly spoke with a sigh as she lit a cigarette after everyone was dismissed from a family meeting.

Everyone had left Tommy’s office in arrow house rather gaily after receiving their fair compensations for partaking in the whole Russian ordeal, all except Polly, who remained where she sat, wishing for a word with her nephew

Tommy merely scoffed at her concern before lighting his own cigarette and taking a puff “I’ll be alright”

“And Charlie?” Pol pressed knowing Tommy’s mourning was not only affecting him, but Charlie as well. “What about him?”

“He’s fine” He said before turning around to look through the window, ignoring his Aunt’s heavy stare.

“You take too much after your mother” she sighed half angry half sad “she too loved pretending everything was alright and I don’t need to remind you where that lead her”

Tommy sighed deeply, he knew he could fool anyone. Anyone but Polly. “We’ll manage”

“Consider my offer” Polly said standing up and making her way to the door “Y/n is a good girl from a good family” she persuaded before leaving the room.

Tommy sighed at his Aunt’s words, he wasn’t ready to get married again even when he knew the woman he would be marrying was a nice one. He felt like he was spitting on Grace’s grave and he hated himself for even considering the prospect, but he knew a mother figure would be good for Charlie.

He spent the rest of the day pondering about Polly’s suggestion and remembering his own childhood in the shadow of the absent tortured presence that his mother had been. It didn’t take him long to decide he didn’t want that for Charlie, so that same night he phoned Polly.

“I’ll do it” was all he said before hanging up. There was no need for more words, Polly would know exactly what he meant.

Exactly a week later, Tom was standing in the altar of a church that was significantly smaller than the one from his first wedding. The fact that everything about this wedding was so obscenely different from his first did soothe his guilt a bit. And as he stood there he couldn’t keep his mind from traveling to the days leading up to his wedding to Grace. She had made sure everything was perfect and had made an effort to invite every single relative she could think of. She remembered her rambling on an on about fabrics, insisting that everything ought to be perfect when he in all honestly couldn’t care less, he just wanted to marry her.

All his thoughts vanished away with a poof when Y/n came into sight. And what a sight she was. She had insisted on doing her own makeup and on pinning flowers to her hair to compliment her headpiece and her elegant, yet simple white dress flowed almost mystically as her father gave her away. She had never imagined she would be marrying someone she didn’t know, but she wanted to look her best for getting married is not something people do everyday.

When she stood in the altar, she offered her to be husband a smile which he did not return, instead turning his attention to the priest before them. She mirrored his actions, her heart beating violently under her chest as the priest began speaking.

It all felt like a blur, she could swear it had only been a second since her father had given her away and yet, the priest had already uttered the dreaded “you may now kiss the bride”

Tommy barely brushed his lips against hers and soon the sound of everyone clapping invaded her ears. They had a small party afterwards in Y/n’s former house. Her parents had invited pretty much all of their acquaintances while tommy had only invited his close relatives.

When night fell Tommy was more than ready to leave “Are you ready to go?” was one of the few sentences he uttered to his now wife that night.

She again offered him a smile before saying “yeah just let me say goodbye”

The drive to arrow house was tense, although Y/n didn’t know Thomas very well she would tell he was unhappy. She wondered about what to say to him, but couldn’t come up with anything good enough and soon enough they were pulling over in front of Tommy’s stately home.

“Charlie must already be asleep, but I'll introduce you tomorrow” he said opening Y/n’s door for her.

“It’s alright” she said looking at him, not quite knowing what to do next.

“Your parents sent some of your belongings, I've already asked the maids to take them up to your-our room” he said

“Thank you, Thomas” she smiled as she walked into the big house not yet feeling close enough to him to call him Tommy.

His name falling from her lips caused an echo of bittersweet emotions to stir inside him but he masked it perfectly well as she introduced Y/n to the maids that went to the door to take their coats.

“Frances here will show you the way to the room” he said after having made introductions.

“This way, Mrs” Frances politely said.

Y/n began following her but stopped when she didn’t hear Tommy’s footsteps behind her own.

“Are you not coming?” she asked turning to look at him.

“Maybe in a bit” was all he said before he walked away down one of the many spacious hallways of the house.

After Y/n made herself comfortable in the room and changed into her nightgown she took the time to peek around the room like one always does when one is a strange place. After familiarizing herself with it she laid down in the big bed. She was nervous, she knew what happened on wedding nights. A small chuckle stopped at her lips when she recalled the stories her close already married girlfriends told her. If she hadn’t married a complete stranger she too would be looking forward to it.

Her thoughts ended up luring her to sleep after a while despite her nerves and the night went by in a ridiculously fast flash. The next morning she woke up alone and after getting ready she made her way downstairs. Tommy and Charlie were already in the dining room when she entered it.

“good morning” she said

Charlie immediately turned his attention to her, his eyes widening while his dad merely glanced at her while he muttered a “Good morning “ of his own.

Y/n sat down next to Tommy while he cleared his throat “charles, this is Y/n. We got married yesterday so she’ll be living with us from now on”

Charlie merely nodded in understanding before playing around with his food.

A tense air flooded breakfast until Tommy stood up, having barely touched his food and spoke turning to look at Y/n “I have to go now, if you need anything feel free to ask Frances”

“Alright” Y/n replied feeling a bit disappointed, she would love to get to know him, but she already knew it was going to be difficult.

“I have to go too” Charlie announced in a timid voice, interrupting Y/n’s thoughts. Despite her disappointment she understood, maybe he was just shy and his dad just reticent. They had lost a wife and a mother after all.

The first few days after that, Charlie avoided her nearly as much as his father did and Y/n remained in lonely patience until one night Charlie’s cries interrupted her focus on the book that she had just bought. She rushed to his room and called out his name as she entered not knowing if the boy would be comfortable with her or not.

“What is it?” she asked worried as she knelt by his bed.

“I miss my mum” the boy confessed looking at her with teary eyes as he clutched his blanket.

Y/n felt her heart give a small ache at his confession and in an attempt to comfort him she spoke “She’s not really gone, you know?”

“She’s dead” the boy sobbed.

“but people who die, don’t leave us. Not really anyhow” she said hesitantly rubbing his arm. “just because we cant see them doesn’t mean they are not here”

“I miss seeing her” he continued.

“Oh but you can still see her”

“how”

“before you go to bed just think about her, then she’ll visit you in your dreams” Y/n spoke as if she was telling a fairy tale.

“really?” the boy’s eyes widened.

“really” Y/n confirmed “But you have to think really really hard”

“I’ll try” Charlie said having calmed down a bit.

“very well” Y/n said as she stood up, but Charlie’s voice stopped her.

“can you stay till I fall asleep?”

After that night, Charlie hardly left Y/n’s side and she felt much better with his company for she was sure if he wasn’t there keeping her on her toes all day she would fall into a depressive chasm induced by her husband’s absence.

On the rare moments he was home she tried to strike up conversation with him over breakfast or late at night when he came home and she was burdened by insomnia. But Tommy only humored her with a few short responses before excusing himself or turning to face the other side of the bed.

It wasn’t only the fact that he avoided her as much as he could, but he also made it a priority to exclude her at all times. She was never invited into family meetings or night’s at The Garrison so she thought it was a miracle when tommy didn’t oppose to her planning Charlie’s birthday party.

She invited only Tommy’s family which instantly warmed up to her, noticing what a good influence she was and Polly wanted to slap Thomas for the way he had been acting throughout his marriage to Y/n. Almost feeling guilty for getting her into this mess.

When the party ended Tommy shut himself in his office like he often did when he was at home and though he had never given Y/n a reason to believe she was welcome in there of all places, she found herself allowing herself in after putting Charlie to bed.

Tommy looked up as she entered and let out a sigh before turning his attention back to some papers he had been reading.

“I noticed you didn’t have any” she commented not letting his sigh deflate her as she laid a plate with a slice of homemade chocolate cake on his desk. “it’s really good if I may say so myself” she mused sitting down in a chair opposite to his as she dug in with a fork in her own slice.

“I don’t go in for sweets” he stated.

“Not even chocolate?” Y/n tried, but tommy didn’t answer, instead he just shook his head.

“I still think you should try it, it’s not overly sweet, and…”

“is there anything you need?” he interrupted bluntly a bit harsher than he would’ve liked.

His tone caught her off guard and when she couldn’t come up with an answer tommy again turned his attention back to his papers.

“I wish you could let me in” She softly confessed after a few tense seconds.

“Well I wish we hadn’t married but I guess things don’t always go the way we want them to go”

Tommy knew he had crossed a line by the silence that again settled into the room. He looked up at Y/n with her parted lips and misty eyes. They exchanged glances for a second but instead of allowing him to see her like that any longer, she stood up setting her plate on his desk and walked away, only allowing a few tears to drop by when she was out of the room and his sight.

After that she stopped trying to get closer to him. He still loved his late wife and she understood, people in grief never mean what they say after all, but his words stung nonetheless.

She stopped trying to wait for him at night to see if he had gotten home alright and during breakfast she only uttered polite good mornings.

One night however, Y/n was yanked out of a peaceful sleep by a loud crash. She was on her feet in no time and after checking into Charlie’s room to see if he was alright she cautiously ventured downstairs. A few incoherent mumbles filled her ears before her husband came into sight, fumbling with his coat to get it off.

“need help?” she asked earning his attention.

“I’m fine” he said finally taking it off but as he went to take a step to begin walking the floor under him moved and he lost his balance, his knees crashing loudly against the wooden floor.

Y/n offered him a hand and helped him up. He smelled of whiskey and cigarettes, his hands were shaky, consequence of the snow, no doubt. “let’s get you upstairs”

“I can do it on me own” he slurred letting go of her hand.

“stop being so stubborn” she derided, snaking one of her arms around his waist as she helped him upstairs.

Y/n helped him into bed, tookoff his shoes and went to the bathroom to fetch a small towel and some cold water.

She dampened the towel with the cold water before dabing it gently on Tommy’s forehead. His eyes never leaving her face as she did so, making her grow a bit nervous. She continued, trying her best to ignore it until she felt his hand softly caressing her cheek.

“You are beautiful” he rasped.

“Stop it, Thomas” she said feeling her cheeks grow red when she felt a bit sad that he had to be completely drunk to compliment her.

Even in his drunken state he seemed to notice he was making her uncomfortable so he held his tongue until Y/n laid in bed next to him after turning on the lights.

“I’m sorry” he interrupted the silence “For the way I’ve been acting” the whiskey and cocaine making him more vulnerable and open “I guess I was afraid that if I let you in then she would disappear”

He didn’t expect her to answer, but then her voice came in a soft exhausted tone“ I don’t intend to replace her. You don’t need to act all defensive and secretive. Even if it’s not what you wanted, we are married.”

“I Know” was all he said.

Y/n expected him to withdraw more from her after showing himself that vulnerable to her that night but she was wrong. He began arriving home earlier, sometimes even asking if he could come along on the walks she and Charlie so much adored going on. And Y/n finally felt her marriage was going somewhere maybe it wasn’t based on love yet, but it was something.

One day she was at the stables while Charlie was taking a nap. She had always adored horses.

“I didn’t know you liked horses” came Tommy’s smooth voice causing her to jump.

“You never asked” she smiled petting a black horse as he walked closer to her.

“We could go out for a ride, I’m sure Charlie wouldn’t mind letting you borrow his horse” Tommy offered as he too began to pet the horse, his fingers brushing against Y/n’s for a brief second.

“I’d love to, but I am afraid I don’t know how to ride, Tommy” she said, panicking for a second after having called him that. But she rested assured as soon as he spoke again.

“Well that can be fixed” he said opening the door of the stall and guiding the horse outside.

“You mean now?” Y/n asked with a laugh.

“Got something better to do?” he asked walking out of the stable with the horse. Y/n observed tommy as he prepared the horse. She had never seen him so gentle and calm before and she only realized she had been staring when Tommy directed his attention to her to ask her if she was ready.

“I think so” she said going to stand next to the horse wondering how the hell to climb up. But before she had any more time to think she felt Tommy’s hands on her waist giving her a push that allowed her to pull herself up on the animal. It was a good thing she had chosen to wear slacks that day, she thought.

“Goodness this is high” she said nervously looking down at Tommy when he began guiding the horse to move in a slow walk.

“Don’t worry, I won’t let you fall” he promised repressing a mirthful tone at her nervousness.

He guided the horse with her around the property in the crisp evening air and Y/n allowed herself to relax with every step the horse took. Tommy’s presence made her feel safe and protected and she found it increasingly harder to look away from his figure. She wondered if he could feel her eyes on him.

When the sky began turning soft shades of purple and orange the pair returned to the stables. When the time came from Y/n to come down from the horse, tommy helped her again. Y/n began to love the feeling of him touching her and when her feet touched the ground in front of Thomas, he didn’t remove his hands from her waist right away and instead fixed his blue eyes on her, not wanting to stop looking at her.

She too fixed her eyes on Tommy as she felt a silent gasp in the base of her throat. That was the way she would’ve liked him to look at her on their wedding day. Tommy then leaned in, almost as if he were asking for permission before he tenderly pressed his lips to Y/n’s.

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