#also if i haven’t responded to your request yet then that means i’ve deleted it so frel free to send it

[whoistartaglia]

hiiii!! i saw that you were taking requests for your 1500 followers event!! (congratulations btw you deserve it!) can i by chance request second chance romance with cyno? thank you!! if not, you can delete this c:

i would never delate this request! thank you so so so much for your kind words and request.

trope: second chance romance.

including: cyno.

as a student at the akademiya, you expect to run into your ex-boyfriend, cyno. that doesn’t mean it isn’t any less awkward when it happens.

usually you and cyno ignore each other, but not today, because he’s walking over to you, and there’s no escaping the general mahamatra.

you try anyways, promptly turning on your heel and walking in the opposite direction.

“wait, [name],” you hear cyno say. you don’t wait, of course. you’re marching away, happy to do so, until he asks, “please, [name]. wait for a second, please.”

you fold. like a piece of paper, you fold.

you pause for only a second, but it’s enough for cyno to catch up with you. he falls in line next to you, as if it’s the most natural thing in the world, for him to be at your side. you suppose at one point it was.

“thanks. i wasn’t sure—“

“what do you want?” you ask, cutting him off.

“i just wanted to say hi,” he responds. “we haven’t talked in months.”

and who’s fault is that? you almost ask out loud. instead you just stop in the middle of the hall and turn to him.

“what do you really want, cyno.”

“i said—“

“i know what you said.” you wait for his response.

“[name]. i’m really sorry about how things ended between us—wait, wait,” cyno says, grabbing your wrist before you can march away again. “please just hear me out.”

you shake off his hand easily, and when you don’t move, cyno takes that as a sign to continue. he’s cautious as he continues: “i’m sorry. i shouldn’t have just left you without warning.”

“no, you shouldn’t have,” you confirm. you still remember how devastated and heartbroken you were when cyno broke up with you. it was only two months before he ended things.

“i’ve really missed you.”

you could walk away now. leave cyno as he left you. it’s tempting, but instead you stay. like a fool, you stay.

cyno continues, “i regret ever leaving you in the first place. please, [name]. let me make it up to you.”

“how?” you demand. “do you even know how much—how much i cried after… after you left me?” even now, the memory still hurts.

“yes. i know, and i hate it. i was afraid and ran away, and i’m not going to do that again… if you want to also get back together.”

“what if i say no?” you question.

“then i’ll never bring it up again. i’ll leave you alone forever, if that’s what you want.”

“…and if i say yes?”

“if you say yes, i’ll do everything in my power to make you never regret it,” cyno responds immediately. he looks at you, so hopeful. your heart clenches uncomfortably.

you want to say no. you believe cyno is genuine in wanting to get back together, but wouldn’t this be too easy for him? it’s only been a couple months since the breakup, you should say no.

but even after the initial shock of it, you couldn’t hate cyno. you wanted to, tried to, but you never could direct the devastation at the breakup to anger towards cyno.

“okay, then. yes,” you say finally, starting to walk again. cyno again falls easily in line next to you. you continue, “but don’t make me regret this, cyno. if you feel afraid again, talk to me about it. that’s the only way we can make this thing work.”

“i won’t, and i’m not afraid. not anymore. i promise. i swear,” cyno replys. you’re inclined to believe him and his words. you don’t trust him wholeheartedly yet—that has to be built up again—but you do believe that, with enough work, you two can make it work again. and this time, for longer than two months. maybe forever.

#genshin impact #genshin impact headcanons #genshin impact x reader #genshin headcanons #genshin impact fluff #genshin fluff #genshin imagines #genshin x reader #genshin impact x you #genshin impact cyno headcanons #cyno headcanons #cyno x reader #genshin impact cyno #cyno scenarios #cyno angst #cyno x you #cyno

[softxsuki]

BIG BLOG UPDATES AND CHANGES. IMPORTANT. PLS READ

REGULAR REQUESTS:

Starting January 1, 2024 I will be deleting all my WIPs. Any request that is currently in my inbox will be deleted.

I thought about this long and hard and it’s something I’ve been thinking of doing for a while now; it started with me slowly deleting a few that didn’t inspire me, but now I think I just need a fresh start

And I just thought I’d remind everyone that my requests are now suggestions. So if you request something there is no guarantee that I will be able to write it for you

I’d like to start writing things that truly inspire me and maybe even sprinkle in a few writing with my own ideas

Ik writing in here is a hobby for a lot of other writers, but it’s my ultimate goal to one day have my own book published. This blog is just practice for me to write and honestly it became my safe place that I created after my aunt passed away, and I feel like I’m slowly losing that

With all that said, I’ll be leaving my wips up until the end of the year if you can’t remember what you requested, you can try and resend it in to see if ill be able to write that for you or not

URGENT REQUESTS:

Starting next year my urgent requests will be limited. I’ll have 3 urgent request spots open each month. Once they fill up, that’s it for the month

I’ve had so many events that had to be pushed back for months because I keep receiving endless urgent requests at a time. I know some of you really need it for comfort but other are just abusing them to get their requests written faster and this is the only solution I can come up with

If I’ve already written a requests regarding your topic, I’ll probably respond to your request with links to posts I’ve already written regarding that topic. I’ve written about suicide, self harm, depression, etc SO many times and I’m starting to run out of unique ideas. And it’s honestly not super great for my mental health to write stuff like that so often.

However if you urgently need a request about a topic like that, that I’ve written about already (so long as you’re requesting it for a character I haven’t used that topic for yet) and you can give me an idea that helps me out then I’ll do it. Bc I know these are issues that a lot of ppl struggle with and I don’t want to just ban those kinds of requests at all

Also please give me a short reason as to why this request is urgent. If I don’t think your request is urgent, I won’t be writing it. I’d like to save these spots for ppl who realllllly really need it and could be helped with this. And ofc any urgent requests that make me uncomfortable or topics that I know nothing about and don’t want to offend anyone with accidentally, I also won’t be writing.

And lastly with urgent requests, a thanks would be great. I’ve written like 10 urgent requests in the last few months and I’ve only heard back from one of them. It’s discouraging to write something for someone that they labeled urgent and then never hear a word from them again. No thank you, no feedback, nothing. A quick thanks would mean the world to me and encourage me to continue writing urgent requests for you guys. Pls and thank you

Which leads me to my next point

SAYING THANK YOU:

I come in here and write for FREE. I take requests for FREE. all of this is for free. And all I ask for in return is kindness

If you request something and I write it for you, a thanks would be wonderful

Maybe even some feedback. I’m open to constructive criticism as well, so long as you’re nice about it !

Out of all the writing I’ve posted, I’ve probably o my heard back from like 10% of you, which just makes me want to delete my account and not even both honestly.

I don’t even care about the likes or reblogs, my writing could get one like, but just hearing some feed back or even a thank you, especially from the person who requested it would make the world of a difference.

Even if you popped into my ask box to remain an anon, that works too!

This is a huge part of the reason why writing on here has started to feel so draining for me. I want to love writing again and I know this is something I can’t force ppl to do, but I gotta let it out

And lastly, when requesting, please don’t demand. “I want a drabble” I don’t write for people who demand. A please or “could you please” is perfect. Simple and easy to do

EMOJI ANONS:

I’m not sure how to go about doing this or even if I should do this

But I think most of my anons have disappeared or maybe just don’t interact with me anymore?

Perhaps we can do an anon role call? Where you just send me your emoji in my ask box just so I know you’re still around and if some emoji anons that I have listed don’t respond, then I’ll delete them?

Or should I just leave it as it is?

Idk so let me know if you have any suggestions regarding that

I love you guys a lot and appreciate so many of you, especially my regulars. I know some of you are shy and stay as ghost readers. I still appreciate you all 💗 but these are just some changes I’d like to make for my happiness and mental well being honestly 😭. I think I need a fresh start and just some more boundaries bc I feel like I’m stagnant RN and getting nowhere with the things I’d like to do.

SO these changes will begin January 1, 2024.

My wips will be wiped clean, starting over, so if you’ve recently requested something and want to try and resend it in to see if I’ll write it, give it a shot.

I hope I’m not coming across as rude or anything, im used to putting other ppl first and I tend to lose myself in the process so I just feel like this is something I really need to do. Im sorry if anyone is disappointed by this, but hopefully you’ll stick around to see any other new exciting events and writings I put out :)

Love you guys always 💗

[theemporium]

i mean kinda get it its just discouraging to send in asks to a blog wanting to talk to them and not get it a response back like it really feels like you only respond to the same people over and over i’ve sent in a handful of asks talking about things you’ve posted and I think you’ve replied to like maybe one it just make it feel like your not interested unless it’s one of your friends

okay, we are actually doing this🤠

1. not to be funny, but how am I meant to know specifically that it’s an ask you or someone else sent? yeah there’s a handful of emoji anons, but majority are just random anons who I have no idea who sent them in. kinda hard to be favouring people over others when I genuinely have no idea who sent the fucking ANONYMOUS asks in

2. there is nothing that states I’m required to answer your asks

3. tumblr is fucking glitchy half the time and eats up asks, which is a very well known fact

4. there’s also a chance that if you’ve sent in an ask that’s made me uncomfortable or something like the matter, that I’ve just deleted it. because it’s my blog. and I can choose what I want to post. which is not a crime like some of you are trying to make it out to be

5. my inbox is in shambles rn after the slumblurb party so there’s just a high chance that a lot of them are just lost between requests. I just haven’t gotten to them nor found them yet, and I will eventually reply to them. just not always the second people send them in

6. sometimes I don’t have the energy to reply to certain scenarios or I’m not inspired to talk about the character/boyfriend you’ve mentioned in the ask, so I’ve left it for a later date to come back to so I don’t give some half-assed answer

7. once again, it’s my fucking blog and I’m not legally required to answer every single anon I ever receive

#cece answers #have a great fucking day #you’ve sure made my morning delightful

[sleeplessmidnight26]

1. How did you come up with your username and what does it mean?

2. Which fanfic of yours has the most feedback? (bookmarks/subscriptions/hits/kudos)

4. Do you have any regular/favourite commenters?

5. Is there a fanfic that you keep going back to read again and again?

7. Which AU do you find yourself writing the most?

9. Is there something you’d like to write about but are afraid of people judging you for it? (Feeling brave? If so, share it!)

10. Is there anything you would like to be better at? Writing certain scenes or genres, replying to comments, updating better, etc.

13. How many stories do you have saved in/with your writing program?

15. Have you ever co-authored a story?

16. How did you discover AO3?

17. Do you consider yourself to be a popular or famous author in your fandom(s) on AO3?

18. Do you have a nickname or fandom name for your readers?

19. Was there an author who inspired or encouraged you to write?

20. What writing advice would you give to a beginning author?

22. Have you ever gotten a bad comment on a story? If so, what did you do?

23. Is there a certain type of scene that you have a hard time writing? (action, smut, etc..)

24. What story(s) are you working on now?

27. Do you think you’ve improved as a writer since you first started?

28. What is your favorite story that you’ve written?

29. What is your least favorite story that you’ve written?

30. Where do you see yourself (as a writer) in 5 years?

1. SleeplessMidnight was just something I thought of because I can’t sleep at night I guess. 😅 seemed like a cool username and now it’s stuck haha.

2. Before He Cheats is the my most popular, it had the most response, probably because of the huge twist I threw in there.

4. (I assume this should be 3 but I’m keeping it 4 to keep from confusion) Yes I have a few regular commenters. I do love getting comments and try to respond to each one as quick as possible.

5. I do keep going back to read Love Me (With No Explanation).

If you’re talking about mine, I keep going back to read You’re Safe Now. Because this one is the most meaningful to me. It helped me work through the abusive relationship I had with my last job.

7. I guess I find myself writing AU no powers with Marvel. I have written other fandoms but haven’t posted them on my AO3 account. Or like AU somewhat along the canon storyline with my own twist.

9. Hmmm 🤔 I guess I’ve got some ideas for some stories. I’ve been thinking of a threesome kinda situation 🫣 also maybe like a torture scene. Both I haven’t written but low key want to.

10. I guess I’d like to be better at writing smut? 😅🫣 I feel like my writing on that isn’t good. Like every scene I write, I delete and re-write it. I’d also love to be able to upload more but life 🤷🏽‍♀️

13. Too many to count. Haha 😂 one day I’ll get around to uploading them.

15. I have not co-authored a story. But I would love to if the opportunity came up.

16. My cousin showed me. I originally started on fanfiction.net not anything that was good but I’m locked out of my account so I can’t get back to that.

17. I wouldn’t consider myself famous, although I do find it wild that I got so many requests. I’d say I’m becoming well known but I wouldn’t consider myself famous yet.

18. I don’t know what I would call my readers/fans (omg I have fans😳) but if anyone wants to name them, go for it 😅

19. Not really. I’ve always kind of wrote stories, it’s been my coping mechanism. I stopped for a while because I was battling self harm but I’m now six years free of SH.

20. Just write, don’t think about who’s going to read it or if it’s good. Just write what you want. You can go back to edit later.

22. I’ve gotten a couple. I just ignore it or kill it with kindness. One comment I didn’t even get a chance to respond to before another reader came to my aid.

23 Smut, I’m so self conscious that I’m writing it wrong. 🫣

24. I have so many. My first request. I’ve also got some ideas that I need to get too. I have too many WIPs that it’s a problem.

27. I definitely feel like I have, or I hope I have.

28. My favourite story I’ve written would probably be beautiful trauma. It’s very different focusing on such an age gap.

29. Unexpected True Mates. It’s my first omegaverse story and I feel like I’m butchering it. Probably why it’s taking me so long to finish it 🫣

30. Honestly, I have been thinking of writing an actual book and getting it published. So maybe I’ll work on that. But I don’t know who would read it. 🫣

Wow that’s quite the series of questions 😂 it’s still wild to me that I have fans and people that want to ask me questions. But I do enjoy the interaction. Which is why I love comments. 🫶🏽 thank you!

[storiesforallfandoms]

inspirational ~ corpse husband

word count: 1589

request?: yes!

“Hi! I was wondering if you could do a corpse husband imagine where the reader has a feeding tube? If you can’t that’s perfectly fine, I just haven’t been able to find one yet.”

description: in which the group plays with a popular streamer that has a feeding tube and corpse tells her how much she inspires him

pairing: corpse x female!reader

warnings: swearing, mentions of chronic pain and cancer, also i only know a little bit about feedings tubes, i tried to do research in order to make myself more familiar but if there’s a lot of inaccuracies or anything i am very sorry i’m gonna try my best

masterlist (one, two)

Corpse listened to his friends shouting at one another to accuse each other of being sus. As usual, there was no use in trying to get a word in. Corpse spoke so softly that no one would even hear him unless they wanted to hear what he was saying.

“(Y/N)!” Toast suddenly exclaimed. “You’re being very quiet right now.”

“Because my damn tube is mixed up in my headphone wires!” (Y/N) exclaimed, sounding like she was far away from her mic. The group chuckled and continued with their conversation about who they thought the imposter was.

(Y/N) was a known Twitch streamer and YouTuber that rose to popularity when she started a series on her YouTube channel to show her journey through cancer treatments. Long before his own sudden boom in popularity, Corpse had watched all of her videos and became invested in her Twitch streams as well. Being someone who also struggled with chronic illness and pain, Corpse felt a sense of hope watching (Y/N) go through her treatment and still seem to optimistic in life and so productive in her YouTube and Twitch channels.

When Toast messaged the Amigops group to ask if anyone wanted to join his Among Us lobby with (Y/N), Corpse jumped at the chance. He hadn’t had much time to speak with her alone, but he was hoping to be able to tell her how much watching her content lifted him up during his worst times.

The meeting ended with no one being voted and brought them back to the office of the Polus map. Since they were playing with proximity chat, the argument from the meeting immediately continued with Rae and Toast warning everyone to stay away from Sean, who they were susing at the second imposter after already voting out Charlie.

Corpse watched (Y/N)’s pink astronaut run out of the office, silent amongst the chaos. He waited a moment before deciding to follow her, hoping he could meet her somewhere alone so he could talk to her.

He ran into O2 and noticed a pink bean in the boiler room stood by the water wheels. He ran in and stood in the doorway a moment before speaking.

“Hello (Y/N).”

“Ah fuck!” (Y/N) exclaimed. “Corpse! Don’t scare me like that!”

Corpse chuckled. “Sorry, I’ll warn you next time.”

“Are you here to kill me?”

“Maybe.”

“I’m okay with that. I feel like being killed by Corpse Husband in Among Us is like a rite of passage at this point.”

Corpse slowly approached (Y/N) to which she quickly ran away from him to the other water wheel. He laughed again before assuring her, “I’m not an imposter, you can trust me.”

“I don’t think I can, but I will choose to trust,” she told him.

“I actually came looking for you because I wanted to talk to you.”

“What did you want to talk about?”

There were so many things running through Corpse’s mind. He just wanted to blurt out everything he had thought about (Y/N) and her story, to thank her for giving him hope, to tell her what an inspiration she was. But his words caught in his throat and he struggled to get anything out.

Finally, he said, “What’s it like trying to be a streamer with your...with the um...”

“The feeding tube?” (Y/N) finished for him. “You can say it, Corpse. It’s not exactly a secret.”

He sighed, glad that she had a joking tone about it. “Yeah, with the feeding tube.”

“It’s annoying,” (Y/N) admitted. “Like...I’m assuming you’ve seen my streams or my videos but for the sake of anyone watching your stream who hasn’t: I have a nasogastric feeding tube, or an NG-tube, which is a feeding tube that goes in through the nose. As cliché as it is, just picture Hazel Grace from the Fault in our Stars. Additional cliché, I have it because I had cancer and the treatments left me so malnourished that I need a feeding tube even after I’ve gone into remission. So, because it’s tubes that are connected in my nose, I keep getting my headphone wires tangled in my tube or, very rarely, my mic wires, and it’s fucking annoying. It hurts like a bitch when I go to stand up and I yank the wires  by accident or something.”

“Does...does anything else hurt? Because of the cancer or the treatment or anything?”

“Not as much as it used to. I went into remission like nearly a year ago, so I’m doing better. It’s a process, but it’s had an amazing outcome in the end so I wouldn’t change a thing.”

“I find you really inspirational,” Corpse finally blurted.

He felt his face heat up with slight embarrassment as (Y/N) giggled. “You do?”

“Yeah. I followed your series about your recovery and I’ve watched some of your livestreams every now and then. What always stood out to me was when you talked about the negative side effects of your treatment, and eventually having to put the feeding tube in and how you’ve found that effects you, too. Being someone with chronic illness and constant pain, I’ve also had those days where it feels like even getting out of bed is too much work and I don’t feel like I can stream or make a video, but then my anxiety tells me that everyone is going to forget about me if I don’t make some type of content, so it’s just an internal struggle when really I should be resting.”

“Being a content creator and having an illness is tough,” (Y/N) agreed. “It feels like you can’t take a day off. I sometimes regret making that series because on days that I felt absolutely awful, I didn’t want to film or edit anything, but I felt like I had to because so many people were watching. Ironically enough, that became the topic of one of those videos; I just sat in front of my camera looking the worst I think I’ve ever looked on camera and talked about how exhausted I felt just from being alive, but felt like I couldn’t rest because of my channel. That’s when I started taking longer breaks between videos and streaming. Your fans won’t leave you, not the true fans anyways. They’ll always be by your side even if you decide to disappear from the Internet forever.”

Corpse half smiled to himself. “I’ve thought about doing that sometimes.”

“It’ll be easy for you to do that where you’re faceless. No one would bother you even after you left the Internet cause they’d have no idea it was you unless you spoke.”

A brief pause in their conversation caused them to hear Sean yelling as he ran past the room. (Y/N) giggled and walked out of the room. Corpse followed, hoping to continue the conversation somewhere else.

“It means a lot to me that you think that about me, though,” (Y/N) continued as she ran into the storage room. “I find you pretty inspirational too.”

This took Corpse by surprise. He didn’t know how to respond. Sure, he heard that all the time from his fans, and it always meant the world to him to know that people found him to be an inspiration, but it felt different to hear that from someone he had looked up to for so long.

“I wish I could’ve been a faceless creator like you,” she said when Corpse didn’t respond. “One of my biggest regrets is probably showing my face online. Although, it wouldn’t make sense for me not to show my face when I’m making a series about cancer treatment, but people can be mean. Even when someone is struggling with illness or a disease, the Internet doesn’t care. Whatever makes them feel better over someone else feeling like shit.”

“I still get a lot of hateful messages even though I’m faceless, though.”

“You do, but you’re so unbothered by it. Publicly anyways. When I get messages about how sickly I look I get so overwhelmed with sadness and I just wanna delete my channel forever. I can’t even fake not caring because it really does effect me.”

“Stick with me, I’ll teach you my ways. My favorite is trolling the troll.”

(Y/N) chuckled. “I’d like that a lot.”

Corpse watched (Y/N)’s pink bean approach his black one. “I’m glad we had this chat, Corpse. It made me really happy, but now it also makes doing this a lot harder.”

Corpse gasped as a kill animation popped up on the screen and (Y/N)’s astronaut quickly disappeared into the nearby vent. He was stunned into silence for a long time, just watching his ghost floating above his dead body. To make matters worse, (Y/N) had closed the door to storage so no one would find his body unless they had to go in there.

Charlie’s ghost floated through the walls and came to float next to Corpse’s. “Figured out Jack wasn’t the other imposter, huh?”

“Yeah,” Corpse said, laughing. “She really had me fooled. Buttered me up with compliments then killed me.”

“I taught her well,” Charlie comments before floating away again.

Corpse couldn’t help but laugh about the situation. He wasn’t mad, more impressed than anything. And he was a little happy; he got to talk to someone that had always been an inspiration to him and he made a new friend.

#corpse husband #corpse husband imagine #corpse husband x reader #corpse #corpse imagine #corpse x reader #imagine #one shot #request #fanfiction #fanfic #fandom

[viltrumitesuperboy]

Treat Them Right (Peter Parker x Male Reader)

Last second decision cause it’s Valentine’s Day. Also it’s short but that’s not my problem lmao

Requested by: @iliumheightnights​ Can you please write a peter parker x male reader where peter keeps getting distracted thinking of a date and the avengers think it's a girl so they give him all of these tips on how to "treat a lady right" but then his boyfriend shows up. 

Word count: 1195

CW: mentions of reader as female

Any day Peter went to the tower, he was prepared for everything that could possibly go wrong. His table would explode, a supervillain would crash through the window, everything he worked on was deleted from his computer.

The worst one was when anyone he knew came to embarrass him in front of other people.

It was rarely a problem because he had little contact with other people when he was working. If he was going into another lab, he didn't worry so much that anything would go wrong because talking to other people kept him distracted from that worry. But someone embarrassing him in front of an Avenger? He might as well just die on the spot.

A week ago, his boyfriend had mentioned that it was going to be their one year anniversary since their first date. He was zoning out for parts of the day, both stressing over how he ever found someone so amazing and what he'd have to do to avoid disaster.

"Peter! Come here. I want you to meet someone."

He turned away from the scientists currently working on a project to see his mentor.

"Mr. Stark! Uh, I'm just finishing up here," he said.

"No worries. Come in, Bruce. No one's bite is worse than yours, I promise."

There was a quiet muttered complaint, and Peter turned back to the table to work on the hologram.

"Radiation is still dangerous, even as a source of energy. It might give the Hulk his powers, and probably Spider-Man — not that I would know, I've never met him. I mean, I could! Anyway, it doesn't mean it's not still dangerous. So keep that in mind when you're working with this stuff."

He made a vague hand gesture waving at the hologram that he definitely did not learn from Tony. Just as he started to head for the door, he was stopped by a voice.

"Hey, these are my papers! That's great. There's a section over here you might want to take a look at."

Peter then saw Bruce Banner swiping through a pdf that was on one of the holograms. He smiled up at Peter.

"Peter! I can't believe we haven't met yet. You're doing great work here," Dr. Bruce Banner, world-renowned scientist and former refugee, said to Peter Parker, skinny nerd still in school.

"Uh. Thank... you..." Peter responded, a little starstruck.

Even after meeting Avengers personally, it was still a surprise to see them. The world made them seem untouchable, but Peter knew they weren't. Seeing any of them in person was like a fever dream.

"Kid, this is Bruce. Bruce, Pete. We have somewhere to go," Tony said suddenly.

"Oh, okay. Bye!" Peter managed to say before he was swept out of the room.

When they got in the elevator, Tony finally spoke.

"So, Peter! I heard something very important came up and you are gonna need to have a talking to."

"I'm gonna what?!" Peter squeaked.

Then he was in the sitting room. It was usually the most comfortable place on the tower's "Avengers" floors. Now it was the most terrifying situation he'd ever been in.

Every single Avenger (minus Tony) and friends were sitting in a semicircle around Peter. They all stared at him in silence. His eyes were wide open as he stared right back.

"Am I being inducted into a cult?" he whispered just loud enough for everyone to hear.

"You have an anniversary coming up," Natasha said from her standing position as she crossed her arms. "A year is very important, Peter."

"You need to plan this properly," Rhodes said.

"And if she's not happy with what you plan, expect us to be ten times as unhappy," Clint added.

Peter opened his mouth to correct him, but Steve cut him off.

"You know, I might have been born a while ago, but most important things you need to know are going to be from us. If you don't treat her right, she'd be the least of your worries," he said.

He glanced at Bucky, who was cracking his neck. His face said "murder." Peter shrunk in on himself.

"Where's Mr. Stark?" he asked.

"He's in a meeting," Natasha said.

"Okay," he meekly responded.

Thor shuffled in his comfortable seat on the sofa.

"My people treat their romantic partners as their equals. If one is too slow in courting a partner, their relatives will find it suspicious and will seek blood. But I'm sure that's not the case," the god said with a reassuring smile.

It was not reassuring.

"I don't want to inconvenience you or anything, but I don't know why I'm here. I thought I was just supposed to work on something with Tony," Bruce said.

"Banner," Natasha snapped. "Give him some advice and then you can leave."

"Uh, I don't know, flowers? Girls like that, right? Look, I'm busy. It was nice to meet you, Peter. I hope we get to work on something together."

He walked away. Dr. Bruce Banner, world-renowned scientist, just told Peter that he wanted to work with him. For science stuff.

This was the best and worst day of his life.

"Okay, if you're going to a restaurant or anywhere that requires sitting at a table, you pull the chair out for her. And you make sure you check in, make sure she's comfortable," Sam said from his spot.

"You gotta make her feel like she's the only girl for you. And there's nothing better than personally bringing her somewhere that would mean a lot to the both of you," Bucky said.

"If your partner slaps you in the face, you think hard about what you did wrong," Thor absentmindedly mumbled, playing with some gadget he found on the coffee table.

"From what I've seen with Pepper and Tony, just don't be stupid. Be on time and make sure you do nice things for her," Rhodes said.

"I'd like to inform you that someone is coming up," FRIDAY chirped from the ceiling.

"Who?" Natasha snapped.

They all turned to see the private elevator open to reveal a boy. They readied their weapons, though Thor didn't seem too bothered. He swung the hammer around lazily.

"Uh... am I interrupting something?" you asked.

"Who are you? How did you get up here?" Rhodes demanded.

"I'm... here for Peter. Hey, you aren't, like, inducting him into a cult or anything, right?" you said.

"That's what I said!" Peter exclaimed.

He rushed away from the group into your arms, nearly toppling the both of you over. You held out a single flower, which he huffed and blushed at.

"Avengers, this is my boyfriend," Peter announced.

"That's unexpected," Steve said.

"I was saying 'partner' the whole time," Thor said. "None of you caught on."

"Are you ready, Peter? We've got somewhere to be," you said.

"Aye, aye, Captain!" Peter automatically responded.

"Dude, if you do Spongebob in front of me one more time, I will take the flower."

"No!"

The elevator doors closed behind the both of you, leaving the Avengers to discuss the events themselves.

"I'm here," Tony said, entering the room with Pepper and Bruce. "Did I miss anything?"

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[scottymcgeesterwrites]

Ambiguous

There has been something I need to write about and shout into the void. It has been tearing me apart, and I don’t know how people will react elsewhere, so I figured this was the safest place. This will be the soft reveal before even speaking about it to my friends. Or maybe I will never speak about it ever again. Maybe I will feel fine after writing it this way.  For my entire life, people have mistaken me for being Indian, to the point where actual Indians walk up to me and start speaking in their dialect. My mile-long blank stare makes them realize that I am not Indian, and one of two things happen - they either apologize and explain they mistook me for Indian, or they exclaim, “You’re NOT Indian?”

I’m Cuban and Colombian. I grew up in New Jersey. I am an American citizen but it gets confusing when you take into account that my mother flew to Santiago, Chile to have me there because of a clinic that specialized in geriatric pregnancy at the time, so my “birthplace” reads Chile on my passport. That’s always a mouthful to have to explain and it further confuses people, so I end up saying, “I was born in New Jersey”.  My skin tone is best described as ambiguous. I could be many things. I’ve gotten Middle Eastern, Indian, and specifically “Egyptian”. I have no idea why “Egyptian” but. Whatever.  I have always lived in some liminal space where people ask the dreaded question, “What are you?” Now here’s the most frustrating thing of all - not everyone who has asked me that was white. Growing up, I thought that I could relate to someone who wasn’t white to understand how I feel. Black people have asked me that. Indian people have asked me that. Middle Eastern people have asked me that. Cubans and Colombians have asked me that.  Throughout my youth, I was paranoid that maybe I was adopted or something, given how people didn’t seem to connect me with my parents. I was told that my Cuban side hails from Spain, but my Colombian side is shrouded in mystery. My dad never liked to talk about my family. I never knew anyone past my grandparents. Well, I did meet my great-grandmother once when I was seven, but she had practically turned back into a baby at that point, banging on the table demanding food and needing to be spoon-fed. My own people don’t recognize me, and they often say things like, “You don’t LOOK Latino!” or “What? You’re LATINO?” and the best one yet “You don’t SOUND Spanish!” The worst offenders, however, would laugh and say, “¡Pareces Hindu!” which means “You look Hindu!” Hindu is the religion, dumbass. Anyone, and I mean anyone, can be racist and slip some “micro-aggression”. I am not fluent in Spanish, but I can write and understand every word in Spanish. I often inadvertently offend Spanish-speaking people when I reply to them in English when they thought they were being sneaky by talking in Spanish around me.  The reason I don’t speak Spanish as fast as my peers is because of two reasons:  1. My parents at the time when I grew up believed in the misconception and pseudoscientific belief that children will be “confused” if two or more languages are spoken in the house.  2. Central New Jersey, where I grew up, hadn’t yet seen many Hispanic people, so locals at the time often leered at people who spoke Spanish in public.  When my mother took me to our local Gymboree, I spotted a butterfly and shouted in Spanish, “¡Mariposa! ¡Mariposa!”. The other mothers kept staring at me, and then distanced themselves from us.  The weirdest thing ever was experiencing white people who studied the Spanish language better than me and making fun of me for actually being Spanish but being unable to speak it fluently. I had a crush on this girl whom I’ll call “Anjy” in freshman year of college. It took me until now to realize that I think she had a Latino fetish. Anjy only exclusively went out with Latino men, but never seemed to openly admit it. The only thing she did admit was that, “I can only be with a man who speaks Spanish. It’s so important to me.” So obviously I wasn’t a contender, despite being Latino. Anjy doesn’t have an ounce of Spanish in her. None. But she studied it since high school and fell in love with it and became Spanish’s #1 fan. I was so jealous of how fluent she was. She could roll her r’s and speak it beautifully. Since we became friends, I said to her, “Oh, I can finally practice my Spanish with someone!” We tried, but she laughed at me and said, “I’m sorry. I can’t do this anymore. You sound like a gringo.” It’s a very topsy-turvy world where some white girl uses a derogatory term on me, a derogatory term from my culture that describes an outsider, used to describe me. She went to Costa Rica after we graduated, lived there for a few years, and came back home with a husband.  (That’s when I fully realized just how much she fetishized us.) A few years ago, my now-fiancée gifted me a DNA test for my birthday. That came out of left field for me, and opened up a range of emotions that I wasn’t ready for. She said she remembered how I wondered aloud why I looked the way I looked and about my ancestry.  I sat on the DNA test for a while. 

I stared at it. 

I held the kit in my hands. 

I opened it and closed it.  What if I really was Indian? What if I found out something that made me feel so much worse? But how bad could it be? I was also wary about the company keeping my DNA for nefarious reasons. However, luckily enough, my fiancée had bought the kit from AncestryDNA - the one DNA company that has responded to people saying they would delete their DNA at their request. I bit the bullet and sent my sample.  When the test came back, I opened it up and everything made sense. It made so much sense that I laughed out loud. It’s so funny how nobody has guessed the only other possibility for my skin tone that is what I actually am.  I am pretty much half native to the Americas.  I’m not sure what that’s called. Native American seems to be associated exclusively to North America. So Native South American? Native to the Americas? Native American (et al)? The Colombian side can be traced through turmoil in South America, up through Mesoamerica, and into North America. So many spots lit up all over the Americas. And like the Cuban side said, I was indeed from Spain as well.  I was split right down the middle. 50/50. The native side and the European side were practically screaming at each other in my genes. I felt as though a great weight had been lifted from me that I didn’t even know was there. I knew for a fact that I was my parents’ son. I had an explanation for why I look the way I look, and it made sense and it was obvious. It didn’t end there though.  I didn’t feel Native American. I had no cultural connection to anything “native”. I tried thinking in terms of my personality though. I always had a strong belief in saving the land and respecting the dead. I did vandalize a construction site back in my high school days to preserve farmland. My family did like to decorate the house with Aztec and Mayan statues. Aside from that though, I had about as much personal connection to native culture as Olive Garden does to Italy. The thing about my parents being from Cuba and Colombia is that those were two very violent and turbulent places in the past century. After I tell people where my families hail from, they always asked me with wide-eyes, “Oh have you been there???” Well, I dunno man. If you have any inkling of what’s going on the world you would know the awkward relationship that the United States has had with Cuba, and what it means to be a fucking exile. And the fact that Colombia has seen gang wars for the entirety of my life. So no. I haven’t. When I was a little boy I asked my parents if we would ever visit Colombia or Cuba, but they told me we shouldn’t go back. Colombia was violent, and Cuba’s government watched everyone. My mother was afraid of what would happen if she tried going back. Maybe they wouldn’t let her, or us. Maybe they’d let us through but I wouldn’t even be allowed to return if they knew I was the son of an exile. Worse yet, they might detain my mother. You never know when your family had beef with the government and was told to leave.  And what really drives a knife in my heart is hearing people ask that really annoying question. “Have you visited???” As if they were hot and exotic touristy locales. No. Because my parents were forced to flee, because they needed a better life.  “Wouldn’t your mom love it if you got married in Cuba? She would get to visit her home!”  You don’t get the trauma she has. You don’t understand how much of a toll it would take on her to return home and see all the things she once knew and love gone or tarnished. She received word recently that the farmhouse she grew up in now became a restaurant. The house that my grandfather built by hand. Strangers now sit and eat there. Maybe tourists. The hotel that my great-grandfather used to own now doesn’t belong to us anymore - the government said it was theirs. There is nothing for her to go back to but loss.  I felt distraught when I saw a former college classmate who has become an Instagram influencer immediately visit Cuba once travel restrictions were eased. She posted all about it and acted as if she were an expert about it. She used to be a lawyer in Washington D.C. until she decided to “take hold of her life” and “follow her dream” and go to Bali and now lives everyday in tropical paradise. It seemed like some people were pointing out the hypocrisy in her posts about life given the lifestyle she leads, since she felt the need to say something about it. She made a video where she tried to relate to her followers. She said how “it’s still hard” for her, that she “has to work every day”, and meanwhile literally the next fucking day she posts a picture of her having lunch by a waterfall, or napping in her hammock by the beach. But when she visited Cuba, and took pictures and wrote a long post about the country, I just lost it. She met up with some other white Instagram influencer friend, and they took selfies at a café and lectured about the region and--- That’s supposed to be my country, my culture. I’m supposed to feel that way about my people, not you. I went to a wedding recently in July. This black man slapped me on the back after I cracked a joke and said, “Hey, where you from?”

“New Jersey.” He laughed. “No, but really though. Where are you from?” “New Jersey.” “I mean originally. Your background. What are you?” It was the first time I had been asked that question since I got back my DNA test results, and for some reason it hit me so much differently.

I really wanted to say, “I don’t know.” It’s ironic how knowing what I am made me feel more confused, more alone and more isolated than ever before. I am bad at speaking Spanish, and when I try to practice with other Spanish-speaking people they laugh at me and say, “You sound like a gringo” and say they can’t bear to practice with me. I don’t look Latino. I might look Indian or I might look Middle Eastern. With me, everyone assumes things about me, no matter what they are. Some people have the luxury of automatic and unspoken assumptions about their background. Then there’s me. Not quite tan, not quite white. I don’t raise enough suspicion at the airport to warrant a search but at the same time I have to jump over one extra hurdle when they ask me one extra question: “Where are you from?” or “How long are you staying here?” or “What are you here for?” It’s very subtle and deceptively innocent. Nobody else who is pasty white gets asked any questions. They just stamp their passport and wave them away. I’m just ambiguous enough to warrant that extra step - just in case, you know? I envy people so much who can have a clear culture and place to point and say, “I’ve been there. I’ve been where I come from.” I envy people who can recognize all the idiosyncrasies of their family’s region. I don’t belong to any country or culture or identity. There are only a few scant pieces of culture that my parents passed on to me. “Oh, on Christmas we do this” or “We say this once and a while. That was a common expression there.” I envy people with huge families who have not been estranged by government and bloodshed or lost to time. I envy people who can trace their families back to their grandfathers and great-grandfathers and great-great-grandmothers. As a kid I wish I was able to say something like, “My great-granddaddy fought Nazis in the war!” I will never know anyone beyond that one old great-grandmother who no longer recognized anyone’s face. Everyone else is a name on a tombstone, or a whisper in vague oral history. I envy people who can firmly say, “I am *insert nationality here*” Because I always mumble at that phrase.  I am. . .a. . . I am from. . . . uh I am. . .  I am. 

#onlife #culture #racism #ethnic minorities #ethnicity #cuba #cuban #colombia #colombian #spanish #hispanic #latino #spain #race #personal #identity #brown skin #tan skin #black #white #ambiguous #india #indian #english #language #native american #native #aztec #mayan #maya

[ships4you]

the innkeeper

Pairing: Sokka x reader & some motherly Katara

Warnings: Cursing, mentions of blood

Authors Note: Someone requested a shy reader afraid of confronting Sokka but I accidentally deleted the request :( So this is for my lovely anon who requested this <3 Also I’ve been trying to make my fics as gender neutral and all that jazz, but please call me out if I slip up so I can fix it!! I may split this into 2 parts, so stay tuned :):)

Prompt: The reader and their family are in charge of the only running inn of the Northern Watertribe. When the Avatar and his friends come to the city the reader finds themselves befriending our favorite Southern Watertribe prince.

“The avatar is in the city!” your younger sister, Kana yelled running into your room. She grabbed your arm before you could resist and before you knew it she was dragging you to the courtyard. “The avatar? Here?!” you responded, “What is the avatar doing in the Northern Water Tribe?” She shrugged, “I’ve heard some people say he’s here to learn waterbending. I don’t see why though he should be like 1000 years old by now.”

The courtyard was crowded with familiar faces from the Tribe, everyone had seemed to rush just to get a glimpse of the all powerful avatar. Your sister had dragged you to an empty bridge overlooking the mass of people. Suddenly a large fluffy beast entered the courtyard walking next to three kids. “Avatar Aang,” the chief boomed, his voice bringing the crowd to a hush. The youngest of the three, dressed in colorful clothing you’ve never seen before bowed before the Chief. Kana latched to your side overflowing with excitement, “Do you think that’s him?! There’s no way, he’s my age...” You lightly pushed her off chuckling, “Shush up, I can’t hear what’s going on.”

As the Chief’s welcoming speech dragged on you focused on the two dressed in large blue sweaters similar to your current outfit. They both were clearly Water Tribe, but you had never seen them around the city before. The boy was looking around, amazed by his surroundings. You smiled at his giddiness, the smile stretched across his face was so pure and cute. He had deep blue eyes that were shifting every which way. You were so distracted, it took you a second to realize he had glanced up at you. Your eyes met and he smiled offering his hand up for a friendly wave.

“Eeep!” you squeaked squatting down behind the icy railing. Did he notice you staring? Was he weirded out? Obviously he was, who stares at people- creeps! That’s who. That was so embarrass-

“(y/n).” your sister said distracting you from your thoughts, “Why are you on the floor.” she pointed out unamused. You tucked your head between your legs and groaned, wincing at your awkwardness.

***

The inn your father ran scarcely had any customers. Most of the time your customers were either locals or Earth Kingdom generals visiting to discuss the war. All of a sudden your dad’s humble business became the talk of the town. Classmates constantly bugging you with questions, “What’s the avatar like?”, “Have you seen him airbend at all?”, “What are the two from the Southern Water Tribe like?” You didn’t have the heart to say you haven’t met them yet. Your father handled their rooms when they arrived, along with your nosy sister (who threatened to scream bloody murder if she didn’t get to meet the avatar). You on the other hand had been actively avoiding the group, especially the blue-eyed boy.

When people were staying at the inn; which was basically three extra rooms in your home, you were in charge of feeding the guests. It had been a few days since the avatar and his friends started staying at the inn. You were up early in the kitchen chopping the fresh caught fish for lunch, humming an old song your mom used to sing to you. Guests mostly ignored the kitchen, usually preferring to make small talk with the adults and patiently wait for food in the dining room. It was relaxing being safe from meeting new people.

“That song doesn’t sound watertribe.” A voice rose from behind.

Startled you turned around a little too fast and cut the side of your arm with the knife. “Shit.” you exclaimed grabbing your forearm. The boys eyes widened “Ah crap, Katara!” he yelled before running over to your side, grabbing a nearby drying cloth. You stared at him speechless. Would he recognize you? Spirits you hoped not.

“I’m so sorry,” he began blabbering focusing on your arm, his fingers grazing your skin as he pressed the cloth against the wound, “I really didn’t mean to startle you, I offered to bring the dirty dishes back here. The annoying little girl told me to bring them here, I didn’t think anyone would be back here...” His words slowing as he turned to face you. His eyebrows clinched together.

Shit.

“You look really familiar.”

Shitttt.

Before he could question any further a girl with long, brown, braided hair rushed into the room. “What is it Sokka?!” Was that his name? You had never met a Sokka before, maybe it was a common name in the South Pole. “Katara, thank the spirits! We need you to do your glowy-water-magic!” Sokka said waving his hands around. The girl, Katara, ran over bending the water out of her pouch. “What happened?” she asked unwrapping the bloody cloth off your arm.

“Umm, I cut myself. It fine, really.” you said quietly while Katara pressed her hand to your injured arm. The water started sparkling a bright blue hue. You winced at feeling. Katara smiled sweetly at you, “Does it hurt?” You shook your head, “No just feels weird.” As the glowing stopped she pulled away from your arm, bending the water along with her. “Shoot, it’s still bleeding a little.” She said examining your arm, “Sokka, I need more cloth.” He quickly glanced around the room and held out the bloody cloth he used before hand. “One that doesn’t have blood on it.”

“Oh! I got it,” Sokka began unwrapping the cloth tied at the waist of his tunic and handing it to Katara, “Here, use this.” Katara rolled her eyes and began dressing your wound. “I’m sorry I couldn’t heal it completely. I’ve only been taking classes on healing for a week, the wound should be clean now and the bleeding should stop in a couple days.” Her eyes were kind and warm when she smiled at you. “Thank you, I’m sorry I can be clumsy at times.” you murmured looking down at your arm. “I’m Katara by the way, and that’s my idiot older brother Sokka.” she said gesturing behind her. You pressed your lips together in a small smile, “I’m (y/n)”

***

Since then you had grown to enjoy being around Katara. She was sweet and easy to be around. She would often come to help clean after meals, despite you opposing her help several times.

Sokka however, you avoided him like the plague. Not because you didn’t want to talk to him. You wanted to. But you couldn’t stand to face him after embarrassing yourself twice. You knew it would have to happen sooner or later, you still had his belt Katara had used to wrap your cut. It took hours to wash all the blood out but the cloth was finally clean, dry, and folded neatly on top of your bed. Mocking you.

The simple solution would to have Katara take it to him, but then you’d be mad at yourself for running away. Which you had already done. a couple times... There were times you tried to give it back to him, but in the end you would wimp out.

“Oh my spirits, just give it to him.” Kana groaned. “You don’t get it Kana, I was so weird around him he probably thinks I’m a freak...” you said shifting the folded blue cloth between your fingers. “You. are. ridiculous.” she said tightly grabbing your arm, “Come on. We are doing this right now.” She yanked your wrist, dragging you through the hallway. “Wait! Like right now, right now?!” She nodded, harshly knocking on his door. “Yup. SOKKA! (Y/N) HAS SOMETHING FOR YOU!!” she screamed before running off, “Good luck!”

Before you had the chance to run after her, his door swung open. “Uh hi,” he said “was that your sister screaming?” You stammered back “Umm yea, she was just- she uh... I have your belt.” you interrupted yourself holding out the cloth. “Oh, right, thank you. How’s your arm?” You glanced down at the newly wrapped cloth wrapped around your forearm. “It’s doing well, it wasn’t as bad as it seemed.”

“Good. Good, that’s good.” he spoke as he were tripping over each word, “You know, I had been hoping you’d come by.” your eyes widened at the comment, “No, no-no-no, that sounded weird.” He explained, “I meant the belt. It’s my lucky belt so thank you.” You hugged your sides and pressed your lips into a tight smile, “You’re welcome, sorry I took a while to bring it back.”

“It’s all good, I’m just glad you’re here now.” He rubbed the back of his neck, “Hey, so... I haven’t seen much of the city yet and it gets kind of lonely while Aang and Katara are at training. I was thinking maybe you would like to go for a stroll sometime... With me.”

You couldn’t believe he was just as nervous as you. He always seemed so confident around the Inn, you just assumed he would be more outgoing. “A stroll?” you questioned slightly giddy.

“Yea, or a walk, whichever you prefer. Or not. Either is good if you wanted to, but if you don’t that’s okay too. You just seemed like a really cool person and I feel so bad about scaring you and-“

“Sokka. I would love to go for a stroll.” you stopped his rant before he could finish. His smiled widened, “Ok, yea cool. Totally chill... So, I’ll come meet you in the kitchen after breakfast tomorrow?” You fiddled with the sleeve of your shirt, “Yes, I’ll see you tomorrow then.” You said backing away. He leaned against the door frame, waving the same way he did the first time you saw him. “Yea! Tomorrow.”

Sokka spent the next five minutes mentally screaming at his awkwardness.

***

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#sokka imagine #sokka x reader #sokka #avatar the last airbender #atla #atla imagine #atla x reader

[lavendersblued1llyd1lly]

When You’re at Your Worst

Sherlock x F!Reader

Word Count: 1048

Requested: Yes

This felt kinda rushed, I hope the anon who requested it enjoys it. Have a lovely day everyone and thank you for reading! Please like and reblog!

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“Run!” Sherlock yelled and grabbed your hand. The two of you raced up the alley, trying to outrun the thugs behind you. 

The wind blew back your hair as you turned the corner and flew down the street. Dodging pedestrians, you looked over to see Sherlock’s curls bouncing as you ran. It was only then it registered to you that he was holding your hand. 

“What did you do?” You yelled over to him.

“I may have done something a little petty!” He yelled back, stopping at an intersection, trying to decide the best way to go. His hand still holding yours, he decided on going right. The two of you started running again. Crossing the street, a cab honked as you ran across the street, attempting to not get hit. 

Racing down the street, you looked back to see two henchmen far behind, easing your fears a little. You could feel the adrenaline flowing, it was exhilarating. 

“What do you mean “petty”?” You shouted. 

He glanced over to you, smirking. “I insulted his mother.” 

“You did WHAT!” 

“He was annoying me!” He defended.

“He is an international assassin! You don’t insult them to their face!” You rolled your eyes, inwardly amused. 

You both ran for a few more minutes before slowing to a stop, “I think we may have lost them.” Sherlock breathed out. 

You nodded, agreeing until you saw them in front of you, headed your way. “Sherlock! They’re right there!” 

His eyes widened and you could see the wheels turning in his brilliant brain. “They haven’t seen us yet, we need to make sure it stays that way.” 

“But there isn’t anywhere to go!” You were concerned, they could care less about you, but they wanted revenge on Sherlock. 

He looked around rapidly, and then his eyes stilled on your face. 

For a moment you felt trapped in his gaze, being taken in by his captivating eyes. Time stilled and all you wanted to do was remain here forever. Until he did the most surprising thing he could’ve done. He kissed you.

He leaned forward, only hesitated a moment, and then just kissed you. 

It felt like flying, you pressed your lips back and fell into his arms. Moving like you were made for each other, all thoughts flew from your head. 

When you broke apart, you opened your eyes that you hadn’t remembered closing. A little dizzy, you looked up at Sherlock, confused. 

He answered your unsaid question, also looking a little dazed, “A kissing couple is the last thing they would’ve looked for. It was the best diversion I could think of at the moment.”

Disappointment knifed through you, but you did your best to cover it up. “Oh yeah, that was a great idea, I think they passed us.” 

He hummed in agreement, “Well, I guess we can go back to the flat now.” 

You nodded, not saying anything else. 

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                                                                                           Back at the flat

You removed your scarf, hanging it on the coat rack and shedded your coat while Sherlock did the same. Moving into the kitchen, you silently started tea. 

Sherlock went and sat down, and fled into his mind palace, to try and make sense of everything he was feeling at the moment. 

“How do I keep up this charade much longer? I've started to give myself away, I could’ve thought of something other than a kiss.” He wandered around his mind palace, ending up at the room where he kept everything he knew about you. Your favorite color, movies, and desserts. The way you liked your tea, how your face lit up when you saw a butterfly, and how you rubbed your arms when you became nervous. It was all so important to him and he never wanted to delete anything about you. 

“Maybe I should tell her I love her, with the way she responded to the kiss she’s either an excellent actress or at least feels some sort of attraction towards me.” He thought over it for quite some time, and when he finally came to a decision, he came out of his mind palace.

Opening his eyes, the first thing Sherlock noticed was the cup of tea sitting beside him. Upon further investigation, he realized the tea was cold. The second thing he noticed was you, sound asleep in the chair across from him. The clock on the mantle told him he’d been in his mind palace for over two hours. 

He stood up, and set the teacup in the sink before walking over to stand next you. Debating over whether or not to wake you up, he was saved from the decision when you started to stir. 

Blinking your eyes open, you smiled up at Sherlock. “You’re up.”

He smiled back, suddenly feeling a nervousness he hadn’t felt before. “Only for the last five minutes.” 

You sat up in the chair, sensing a tension in the room. “You ok?” 

Butterflies erupted in his stomach at the soft note in your voice. “Yes, I just have something I want to tell you.” 

He grasped your hand for the second time that day and led you to the couch so you could sit side-by-side.

As you sat in silence, you waited patiently for Sherlock to speak, sensing he needed to go slow with whatever it was he wanted to say. 

He looked at your hands intertwined. “Y/n, I lied to you about the kiss.”

You furrowed your brow, “What?” 

He looked up into your eyes, “I didn’t just kiss you because I needed a diversion, I kissed you because I love you.” 

Stunned, you searched his face, looking for a lie. 

He continued, “When you have a cold and sneeze till you're red in the face, when you wear a black dress and drop the jaws of everyone at a party, when you cry, when you laugh, when you stuff yourself with pizza, when you care for me when I get hurt, when you’re at your worst, when you’re at your best, through it all, you take my breath away. Everything about you is stunning. And I love you.”  

You smiled, tears falling down your face, feeling giddy and overwhelmed at the same time. “I don’t know what to say.”

“Just tell me the truth.” He urged.

You sniffled, grinning, “Well in that case, I love you too.” 

#sherlock #sherlock x reader #sherlock x female reader #sherlock holmes #fanfic #oneshot #writing

[peachesandmilktea]

Okay so we aren’t mutuals but I’ve been a fan of your blog for awhile now.

Definitely my first idea of you as a writer was “omg she’s really good??? wtf???” Because I actually found you on AO3 through Devilish Touches since I was a huge Overhaul fan ajfjsjakkdksi

And then I found out you had a Tumblr so I decided to give you a follow and it was literally probably the best decision I’ve made on Tumblr. I really like your writing style because it’s super unique and even your shortest drabbles or works you later confess you aren’t a fan of yourself (i.e. the alternate ending for And yet, he’d still dream of you) are so full of depth and character development.

As a person, I don’t know much about you but from what I do know and the way you reply to asks and requests, you’re so nice!! Also very very patient and hardworking too with the dedication you have for your blog. Literally I don’t know how you do it. I haven’t heard you say one rude thing about someone, but you’d probably be the first person to cut a bitch if they did something super out of pocket LOL

Also, I just wanna say that you’re literally the reason I am obsessed with Hawks, like he isn’t even my type when it comes to anime guys but??? I don’t know, your writing just has that power. Anyways, you’re my favorite Tumblr blog and even seeing your rants pop up just brightens my day that much. Keep it up Sunny, you’re amazing and we all love you so much!!

P.S. Not because there’s any bias, but you and Shigaraki would be such a power couple hehe

Hi!! Sorry I've taken so long to respond to this ask, I read it as soon as I got it but I had to reread it a thousand times because it just made my heart flutter that much and I didn't have the words to explain how it made me feel ndskdnsk. Really, truly, I can't even tell you how happy it made me. I'm going to save it and keep it forever, read it whenever I feel down. It's one of the nicest comments I've ever gotten, thank you so much for it, really ;w;

I'll start with the mutuals thing: I understand if you want to stay anonymous, but if you want to be mutuals please tell me!! I'd love to be mutuals!!

I am so glad you like my writing!! Especially the works I hate, it really means the world to me to know that they aren't that bad, that the time I spent on them isn't lost because there are still some people who can enjoy them. That's really the thing that motivates me the most, and it's the thought that makes me post even when I don't like my writing or simply want to delete everything I wrote ndsjkdn

You're too nice, I'm going to die from joy ahhhh thank you thank you thank you!!

And omg, Hawks?? I won't lie, I fell for him as I wrote him, too dsnjkndks I just wasn't into him at all and the more I studied him to write him, the more I liked him... I guess we all end up falling for the Bird Man.

Thank you so much, YOU are amazing and I'm so glad to have you ;w; Please know that you have my forever gratitude and that I love you very much.

➤ P.S. Not because there’s any bias, but you and Shigaraki would be such a power couple hehe

This sentence right here made my entire week, ahhhhh I'll NEVER get over it oh my god I wish!!!!

#Peaches cries over comments #cries so hard #loudly screaming #thank you thank you thank you #confess ask game #ask game #Peaches replies #asks

[champion-prism]

Requested by anon- Germany anon?  I’ve written based on your full request, but I accidentally deleted the ask (my bad). I hope I haven’t missed out on any important details, lmk if you want me to write more! I’m sorry to hear you aren’t doing so well; for anyone who wants a synopsis, essentially  hurt/comfort, mentions of emotional abuse, mentions of alcoholism. Also anon if you need anyone to talk to or spill tea to hit me up!! rant in my ask box or dm me or anything my dude i’m here for ya.

 It’s late at night, and he’s frustrated. In the back of his mind, he is aware of his own power, and proud of his unrelenting determination to defeat Leon, but tonight is just one of the rougher nights. 

 He doesn’t usually indulge himself this way, but it’s late, and there are relatively lesser chances of him being seen, so he hops on Flygon for a midnight flight. He instantly knows what a good idea it was- the cold night air feels like a wake up slap, snapping him out of his self-pity.

 He’s the great Raihan, he tells himself as a smirk creeps up on his face. 

But who is that?

 Flygon circles the roof of the vault, and even from a distance, he can make out a small figure sitting there, dangerously close to the unguarded edge. 

You watch the figure atop the flying Pokemon with vague interest. They are blocking part of your view of the stars, but right now, you can’t bring yourself to care.

  The Pokemon circles the roof, and begins its descent. You turn your neck as far back as you can to see it land away from you, and a large man jumps off of it.

 “You’re not supposed to be up here, you know,” he says, tilting his head.

“Are you?” you respond.

 He laughs as he approaches you. 

“I’m special,” he says, and as he comes closer you can see his cerulean eyes twinkling. “You’re far too near the edge, scoot back a bit, will you? You could fall.”

 You shrug.

“Don’t care if I do,” you say, and it’s then he notices the slight slur in your speech, and the bottle beside you. 

“Well, I care,” he speaks, more cautiously this time. He’s practically at your side now, and he takes care to slowly sit down beside you, not wanting to startle or frighten you. Flygon is sufficiently close by for him to know that if you fall, he’ll swoop in and pick you up. 

 “Something bothering you?” he tries again. Now that he’s gotten a closer look at you, he sees the exhaustion in your face, and the leanness in your body.

“Jus’. Jus’ feel like shit,” you say, a sigh escaping you.

 “Yeah, I get that,” Raihan blurts out, inadvertently thinking back to the battle earlier today.

“Mhm? Why do you feel like shit?” you ask, leaning close to him. A bit too close, but he’s pretty sure you’re too buzzed to notice the proximity.

 “Ah, I have this rival,” he shrugs. “He’s...a very admirable man, you know? I need to surpass him, I need all my work to pay off, I need to prove that legends are made, not born. But it isn’t that easy. Sometimes...sometimes I almost want to quit.” Raihan isn’t quite sure why he just blurted all that out, but he’s acutely aware of how good it feels to get it off his chest- to a stranger, of all people.

 “Anyway, I told you mine, why don’t you tell me yours?” he says.

And you do.

 You tell this strange, tall man how awful you feel in Galar, where you’re new and alone and nobody speaks your native language. You tell him how tired you are, you tell him how the alcohol weighs you down but it’s the only thing keeping you grounded.

You don’t know who he is, and somehow, that makes it easier for him to talk to you.

 He tells you about his rival, he tells you about his dreams. He tells you how awful it feels to taste defeat time after time after time again. He tells you how hard it can be to keep his spirits up, and how confusing it is to wonder what he’s doing wrong.

You tell him about your family, and how they don’t understand. He listens, he talks, you listen, you talk, your hand is in his, just two strangers finding solace in each other- misery sure loves company.

When you wake up the next morning in your bed, you almost think he was a dream, until you see a text message from him. From then onwards, you have a friend. You learn more about Raihan, he learns more about you. You spend nights on the vault roof, and he nudges drinks away from you when he thinks you’ve had too much. One night, you tell him you adore him, and no short-ass champion is going to keep getting the better of him. He laughs at that, tells you how much he respects that “short-ass” champion. 

 Another night, he tells you he’s in love with your late night rooftop talks. You reach for his hand and tell him you're grateful for his friendship. Yet another night, you arrive sobbing and continue to cry into his arms as he holds you tight, and he tells you that losing is a part of winning the battle, and you’re not sure what he means but it helps. And yet another night, he tells you he’s falling in love with you, and you kiss and you laugh and cuddle into his hoodie as you make hushed mock-plans about running away to Johto, and you know that as long as you have him, you’ll be okay.

#raihan #kibana #raihan swsh #raihan x reader #raihan x you #gym leader raihan #gym leader raihan x reader #pokemon fanfic #pokemon imagines #raihan sword #raihan shield #flygon #pokemon sword and shield #dragon tamer raihan

[isa-ghost]

A Formal Report To Staff

I’ve emailed the support team three times, each with strong feedback. Each containing MORE PROBLEMS than the last email. I begged them to take me off the beta. In fits of frustration, I’ve demanded to be taken off it too. I was told I’d have to deal with it. I was given responses that were little or no help at all. And I’m not the only one having these issues. These issues have been so severe and frustrating, I have been the least active on the site I have ever been. I have heavily contemplated leaving Tumblr altogether, and have been extremely displeased (to say the least) that these issues have prevented me from enjoying my blog, interacting with my friends/mutuals, and more. 

This beta was forced onto users without warning, without user’s consent, with no insight as to what would change, how it would change, why it would change, what was new, or any other changes/additions the beta would give. This lack of communication is unprofessional, inexcusable, and irresponsible. And the fact that they don’t give you an option to turn it off or opt out is, quite frankly, bullshit. Implementing a "beta” that feels half-assed and has this many issues in the first place without any kind of communication is irresponsible.

Their only semi-decent answer to this problem has been XKit. Which is not compatible/available with all browsers!! And really, it should be a big sign they SHOULDN’T CHANGE/ADD SOMETHING if their answer to it is “oh, just use XKit to undo it/turn it off.” JUST DON’T DO IT! You shouldn’t be relying on an extension/add-on to make your users happy! And if the users who don’t want these changes/additions are somehow the minority in all this, I certainly don’t see a single peep of any kind anywhere from the users that want/are supportive of these things! I’ve seen nothing but problems with this beta being reported, and frustration/hatred of it being expressed. And 0 action taken by the staff to fix any of it. If it’s still being worked on, it never should have been released to users in the first place. They should not be forced to put up with the bugs that this beta still has. The staff should not be randomly selecting users (not every user has had the beta forced upon them) to be beta testers. This is also irresponsible of them.

The staff’s communication to users about updates is AWFUL. The way they implement new things or change existing things without any mention of it or warning of when these things officially implement is AWFUL. 99% of the time they add or change something, nobody wants it or asked for it, and/or it’s a tiny change that didn’t need any attention whatsoever to begin with! They seriously need to start remembering the saying, “If it’s not broken, don’t fix it!“ The staff should be holding polls or ASKING users their opinions on something before they do it, not just throwing it in and forcing them to deal with it! And if they don’t want to wait for feedback on an idea before they do it, then they should ALWAYS make an option to turn off/opt out of whatever it is!

Tumblr’s most BASIC FUNCTIONS: posting, reblogging, editing posts, a user’s personal settings, HAVE BROKEN. They will not open or load, and if they do, the user has to wait several seconds before it FINALLY opens. When it doesn’t open, this happens:

This can/will appear 2-5+ TIMES (aka, the user will have to try and click “Aa Text/etc,” the reblog button, or the edit button 2-5+ TIMES, and on top of that, the window takes several seconds to load each time before you even know if it’s going to actually open or not!!) before Tumblr lets you open the posting window, the reblog window, or the editing window. It might even be happening with other functions on Tumblr that I just haven’t personally experienced yet.

Tumblr’s most BASIC FUNCTIONS should NEVER be malfunctioning, no matter what. A half-implemented beta/update, some random issue, NOTHING. NOTHING should make these functions unable to be used or any sort of hassle to use! This shouldn’t be happening, and shouldn’t be allowed to happen! It honestly makes the staff look incompetent when these simple things aren’t developed to a point where they don’t break. At the very least, they should not break as often as they do. And speaking of basic functions breaking, don’t even get me started on how often tags break and malfunction. That’s been an issue forever, and a highly reported and complained about one at that. And yet here the staff are, once again changing the whole appearance of Tumblr instead of working on more pressing issues; thus once again making its userbase feel unheard or ignored.

And as if those basic functions breaking aren’t enough, there’s YET ANOTHER ONE that (at least for me) keeps breaking! THE DASHBOARD ITSELF.

Anywhere between 2 seconds and a few minutes, if I scroll any longer than that, this happens to my dash, and nothing will load. And if I try to scroll back up for it to load, the things that HAD loaded are no longer loaded OR the dash just straight up disappears and all I see is the dash’s blue background. At that point I can’t even refresh my dashboard to fix it or click anything whatsoever. I have to close Tumblr and reopen it in a new tab. And most of the time, I can’t even do that, because this BREAKS MY ENTIRE BROWSER. 

MY ENTIRE BROWSER WILL STOP RESPONDING 1-3+ TIMES BEFORE I CAN DO ANYTHING AT ALL. Sometimes it will crash COMPLETELY. Not only that, but when Tumblr lags my entire browser and makes it stop responding, then EVERY OTHER APPLICATION ON MY LAPTOP will lag out or stop responding as well! My laptop is admittedly old, but even in its old age, it DIDN’T DO THIS BEFORE THE BETA WAS FORCED UPON ME. The beta is literally screwing with my WHOLE laptop because its issues start with the site, extend to my browser, then spread to anything else I have running at the time! While some of that is most likely my laptop’s age showing, again, it never did this before the beta started to mess with everything.

Being on Tumblr just... isn’t worth this much frustration. This needs to change. It needs to be taken off user’s accounts until it’s completed or (preferably to me) not implemented at all.

On top of all of these issues, I personally have been suffering another huge problem with this beta. My add-on Tumblr Savior will not work. I use Tumblr Savior to blacklist URLs of blogs I don’t want to interact with (and have blocked, but Tumblr’s blocking system is awful and doesn’t keep blocked blog’s posts off your dash or anything. Blocking a blog should COMPLETELY wipe the existence of a blog you block out of your sight EVERYWHERE. But that’s a whole other issue I won’t even get into... Again, a highly reported and complained about issue that the staff haven’t done anything about). I also use it to blacklist tags I don’t want to see, or a tag that people I follow use for their followers to blacklist a specific type of content. I use it to blacklist words and phrases so posts containing them don’t appear. I use them to blacklist triggers and things that make me uncomfortable. I know many users who also use this add-on to properly blacklist URLs, tags, words, phrases, and more to keep it off their dashboards. Many use this to blacklist triggers and sensitive material that Tumblr’s filtering systems do not properly take care of. This add-on not functioning with this beta could be harmfully affecting users. I personally cannot enjoy being on Tumblr without Tumblr Savior functioning to properly filter all that I need filtered.

This is every URL, tag, word, phrase, or otherwise that I have to blacklist to comfortably be active on Tumblr. NONE of those things are being properly blacklisted by Tumblr’s filtering system (especially blacklisting URLs to properly block a blog since Tumblr doesn’t) and are appearing on my dash and bothering me. Not only that, but Tumblr Savior ALSO does the following for me:

Since Tumblr Savior isn’t functioning, my radar, sponsored, suggested blogs, etc are all crowding my dash and also bothering me. Those checks mean they should be hidden. They are not hidden. I’ve had to unfollow some tags that I was following because they’d keep suggesting random annoying posts to me. 

I even restored defaults and reloaded all of my saved blacklists and settings. It didn’t work. I’m assuming its obviously not up to the staff to make Tumblr Savior work because it’s not theirs. But on the other hand, it was working fine until they forced the beta on me. The beta is what’s making it not work. The beta, between all the issues I’ve mentioned before, and making me unable to use Tumblr Savior to enjoy being on the site comfortably, is making it basically impossible for me to be on the site at all. I’ve mentioned all of this information in the three emails I sent and none of it was effectively acknowledged, let alone fixed.

And lastly:

I just... I really REALLY hate this. I hate it on mobile (but I tolerate it), and I REEEALLY hate it on desktop (I REALLY want it gone!!). Desktop and mobile don’t need to be similar!! Desktop is desktop and mobile is mobile, stop changing them to be the same constantly!! AT LEAST give users an option to turn this stupid number’s visibility off! I get tons of notifications from all my blogs, I get a TON (99+) on my main blog alone! I don’t want this here!! I don’t need to be notified I have notifications, I know! I don’t need to be pressured and pestered to look at them every frickin time I get one!! This is one of those changes that didn’t need to be added!

Instead of breaking everything on the site, and focusing on the appearance of Tumblr, here are just SOME of the suggestions/requests that TONS of users have mentioned in the past, all of which (to my knowledge) have been ignored or unseen by staff:

The ability to change what blog is your main blog.

FIXING THE TAGS, so posts ACTUALLY appear in them and none of the other issues happen.

When all posts containing a certain tag are deleted, the tag stops appearing in your tag history.

Fix the problem where posts with links in them don't show up in tags.

PROPER BLOCKING. If I block a blog, I don’t want to see it ANYWHERE. I don’t want to see it in tags I look at, I don’t want to see it reblogged onto my dash by people I follow. I want it completely GONE so I don’t have to blacklist URLs.

Sending asks from a side blog

THE F*CKING BOT PROBLEMS!!!

Add the different text fonts and colors available on mobile also available on desktop

When a blog is reported, DONT JUST GIVE THE OPTION TO BLOCK. They're being reported FOR A REASON.

When a blog is hidden from Google search results, you can no longer search for tags/posts on that blog's search bar. FIX THAT.

There's been a glitch lately where if you click a notification about a post to see said post, it says the post no longer exists/has been deleted when it hasn't.

Make it so when you block a blog on your main blog, it blocks that blog on all your sideblogs too.

When the OP is deleted, delete all reblogs of the post.

After I finished this post, TAG CRAWLER STOPPED WORKING. FIX THAT! Unbelievable.

There's plenty more ACTUALLY helpful things that could be changed or added, but these are the ones I see talked about the most. Anyone who reblogs this, please don't add more because it's not the point of this post, thanks.

Thank you for taking the time to read this. I’m emailing it to the support and hoping the staff actually read and do something about it. To any users reading this, reblogging to signal boost is much appreciated. Any additions backing up what I’ve said here are appreciated as well; especially if the staff take the time to look through the notes to see I really am not the only one who strongly dislikes this beta and is having far more issues with it than it’s worth.

#tumblr #isas save tag #long post #signal boost

[alj4890]

Love/ Lust Prompt

(Thomas Hunt x oc*Amanda) in a steamy situation as requested by a number of people.

(Thomas x Amanda) as taken by And Then I Met You

A/N Yes, I've received your messages loud and clear. LOL. If you only knew how much I struggle writing these type of situations and still am unable to go full out NSFW. With cheeks somewhat burning, here we go.

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Thomas leaned against the doorframe and studied his wife. He now understood why he had heard the strange sounds coming from the study.

Amanda was sitting at her desk. Wads of paper littered the floor. The cursor on her lap top blinked on a blank page. And she, well, she was slumped over with her head on the desk. Her hands were gripping some of her own hair while another sound of frustration was muffled.

He walked over behind her chair and gently rubbed her back. "Having trouble?"

She slowly turned her head to respond. "What makes you think that? I usually write with no words and guttural sounds." She propped her chin on her hand and looked at that cursed cursor blinking. She didn't want to even think of how long it had blinked with nothing following.

Thomas ignored her sarcasm and began to massage her tense shoulders. "What are you working on?"

"It..." She swallowed a tad nervously. "It is a love scene. I should have never thought I could write something modern! Holly sent a script over that was originally some type of mystery but Ryan wants it turned into a romance."

"What is the premise?" Thomas asked.

Amanda sighed and leaned back against him. "Two people work in an office together. Day in and day out they are constantly meeting and interacting, all the innocent touches are driving them mad with desire." Her eyes narrowed in thought. "Then I thought it would come to a head one night as they are the only two in the building together."

Thomas nodded. "I see."

She got up, dislodging his hands. "I need to just leave it or forget about it. I don't have to be known as an author that can occassionaly leave her comfort zone."

Thomas grabbed her hand and tugged her back to him. "Perhaps I can help."

Amanda cocked an eyebrow. "How? In what capacity?"

"By setting the scene." He explained. "I have been invited to give a series of lectures before I begin filming again." His eyes began to slowly travel down her body. "I will have a private office and could use a secretary."

"You want me to be your secretary?" She asked, her smile held hints of mischief. "Isn't having an affair against the university's rules?"

He chuckled. "I'm sure it is. I've never had a secretary before." He leaned forward and brushed his lips against hers. "We can't get in trouble if caught because we are married."

"I see." Her arms looped around his neck. "How do you propose we build up the sexual tension?"

His lips firmed in a frown. "Is it necessary?"

She nodded. "It would help in my ability to describe it better."

He looked out the window and motioned toward the guest house. "One of us could live there while we do this."

Amanda's smile grew in excitement. "I should live there. You will be my boss after all, thus the bigger home would economically speaking be yours."

He groaned softly. "I guess this means that we won't be acting this out within the first day?"

"No. We won't." She pressed a kiss to his lips. "And you are terribly sweet to offer this chance to me."

He held her close. "Since I haven't officially hired you yet," he moved her over to the couch. "We will enjoy one last intimate moment."

___________________

One week later...

"Read that back." Thomas ordered.

Amanda picked up her notepad and began to read back the email he wanted sent to the students and other visiting professors. He leaned back in his chair while his eyes traveled down the black sheath dress she wore.

She cleared her throat to get his attention.

He lifted his eyes to her face. He realized that the only time he had seen her this week were in these moments after his lectures. She had not attended them and had insisted that she drive herself to the university. She had also stood firm on them not visiting each other while she was in the guest house.

He returned his attention to what she was saying. "Er, just type it up."

She nodded before leaving for her desk, shutting the door behind her.

Thomas flipped through the calendar. "Another three weeks." He set it down and tried to think of something for his next set of lectures.

____________________

Two weeks later...

"Any plans this weekend?" Thomas asked on his way out.

Amanda barely looked up at him. "A couple." She returned to finish typing his notes for his lecture. She hit print and scooted around him to get to the printer.

He grit his teeth against the sensation of her rear brushing his front. "What are your plans?"

She looked at him over her shoulder. "The usual. Dinner. Maybe go see a movie."

His eyes narrowed. "With whom?"

Her lips curved in a teasing smile. "Are we getting personal Professor?"

Thomas folded his arms. "In this particular case, we are, Mrs. Hunt."

Her lips trembled with mirth. "I made plans with Addison." She handed him his notes and brushed by him, facing him the whole time. "What about you?"

His eyes had darkened in intensity at feeling her entire body for a moment. Perhaps it was because he knew how this would end or because of his lack of physical contact with her for more than two weeks, but he was already feeling the grip he had to hold on his responding passion.

Amanda wasn't as unaffected as she let on. She took a deep breath to steady her nerves. She had not anticipated finding him as the commanding boss so sexy. The way his eyes remained on her as he dictated his notes had made focus near impossible.

"I haven't made any plans." He muttered. "Are you ready to leave?"

She nodded. This one aspect he refused to act the distant boss. He insisted on walking her to her car to make certain she got home safely. She softly smiled as they stepped out into the dark night.

He opened her car door and waited until she slid in. Her skirt slid up her thigh, drawing his eyes to the revealed skin.

"Thank you, professor." She reached over and shut the door. She waved goodbye before backing out of the parking space.

Thomas cursed himself the entire drive home for thinking of this situation.

________________

The following Monday monring...

Thomas held the chair out next to his for Amanda to sit during a meeting.

She smiled her thanks and quietly sat down while one of the other visiting professors spoke about the subject matter he was covering.

She crossed her legs and set her notepad on the table.

Thomas leaned close to whisper in her ear what he needed her to focus on. He noticed how she tensed and stilled completely. He glanced down at her legs and placed his index finger against one.

Her eyes briefly closed at the slight tickling sensation of the slow feather like caress. She tried to inch away from him so she could concentrate on her work.

He continued to tease her to distraction. No one would have known what he was doing by the table hiding it all.

Amanda gave up on her notes. She turned to whisper that she needed to be excused. Her breath caught at how close his face was to hers.

Their eyes met. Her lips parted and his gaze dropped down to her mouth.

"Don't you agree, Thomas?"

He cut his eyes to the recently retired director. "Sorry, I missed the question."

Amanda excused herself and hurried out as the question was repeated.

_______________

Another week later...

“No" Thomas leaned over her shoulder and pointed out the paragraph she needed to change. "That bit about The Letter, the film's ending is different from the play due to the production code."

Amanda quickly deleted what she had typed and started it again. She knew that about the film. Why am I making so many careless errors? Thomas remained leaning over her shoulder. His hand was on the back of her chair while the other braced against her desk. Everytime she took a breath, she ended up with a whiff of his aftershave.

She peeked over at him from beneath her long eyelashes. He had lossened his tie and discarded his blazer. The top two buttons of his dress shirt were undone. His early morning clean shaven look had disappeared and been replaced with his usual evening stubble.

Knowing how that stubble felt against her skin made her slightly squirm in her seat. She was on pins and needles waiting for him to make a move. She felt as if she would burst from the sexual tension between them. Her mind had already thought of a number of the different ways he could take her.

Should I make the first move, she wondered.

"Amanda?"

"Hmm?" She turned her head toward him. Their faces were nearly touching.

His lips curved. "I didn't say, Should I make the first move."

Her eyes widened and she looked at the paragraph where she had typed her own thought. Color flared on her cheeks.

"Whoops." She mumbled while deleting the question.

Thomas moved away from her. "Perhaps we should finish up in my office."

She grabbed her laptop and followed him back inside. He cleared his notes off his desk and motioned for her to set her laptop down for him to review. He then told her to come around to follow along with him.

She walked over and let out a surprised gasp when he pulled her into his lap.

"Comfortable?" He asked in a deep tone.

Comfortable was not the word that came to mind. "Yes." She managed to respond. Her heartbeat was poundind in her ears. Her nerves were practically screaming in wait for the touch of his lips.

It did not come.

He continued to read over her shoulder. Hands loosely grasping the arms of his chair.

She released a frustrated sigh and retyped the mistakes he pointed out.

Thomas waited until she was once more relaxed before his lips skimmed the back of her neck.

Her audible sharp intake of breath was all that was heard in the small office.

Thomas looked up at the screen and saved what she had written before pulling up a new blank document.

"Type." His voice held heat.

"What?" She asked in a shaky tone.

"Type everything." He gently bit her earlobe. "Everything I do to you for as long as you can."

Her eyes open and stare at the blinking cursor. "Alright." She had to fight to keep her hands steady as he began.

_________________

What she typed...

"Type everything." He whispered in that dangerous tone I adored.

The nerves under my skin that practically buzz burst into song as his lips touch my neck.

His long fingers skim over my dress, teasing each area of my body. I lean my head back on his shoulder while he gives me that delicious torment that I know is only the beginning.

His hands leave my front and he tells me to sit up. He finds the zipper to my dress and he slowly pulls it down.

I go to stand up to remove it when he yanks me back into his lap.

"I'm not finished with you yet." He growls.

He turns my head to meet his lips. The kiss is ravenous as his tongue plunges in my mouth again and again, mimicking what is to come. He bites down on my bottom lip, then gentles the kiss to soothe it with his own, sending me further into heady desire.

With each touch, I can feel his need for me. The long weeks apart in every sense has finally ended. The hunger is at long last being sated.

His hand delves down, drawing moans from me. I try and keep still, but my body immediately responds to the intimate touches he lavishes on me.

He releases his hold and tells me to stand up.

"Take that off." He orders. "Then get on the desk."

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Thomas takes her laptop over to his couch. He types out a few more lines while unbuttoning his shirt.

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What he typed...

I try to hold myself back from taking her once and for all.

All the tension that has held us in prison for this past month is finally broken.

Her skin, that I thought I knew so well, is a surprise of satin with hints of every delectable delights known to man.

My hands are unable to touch her fast enough to satisfy me. My lips can't kiss hers enough to quench my desire for her alone.

Now she sits there, the soft glow of the desk lamp highlighting her creamy skin. The lacy bra and underwear barely hide that which I want to explore most.

Her body trembles from anticipation and need when she notices me staring at her. Her eyes never waver from me.

"Thomas?" Her voice pleads in a breathless tone that never ceases to drive me past my breaking point.

My love and desire for her refuse to let her linger in question.

I must worship her.

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