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leclercstars · 4 months

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lando fic🙏🙏 size kink and pushing down on her lower stomach while he's inside!!?

Obsessed with this one. This might be my fave thing I've ever written so thank you to whoever requested this.

house of balloons.

Lando Norris x Reader

Warnings: 18+!! smut, hate sex, slight degradation and dom!Lando, cursing, size kink, unprotected sex.

“Get a grip,” you snapped as you strutted away from the bar. Now you had to wait to get another vodka lemonade. There was a viciousness to everything about you in that moment, from your facial expression to the way you sat and rejoined your friend group.

“What was that?” your best friend knew everything about your life, and you knew she was asking just to get a rise out of you.

“What do you fucking think? I thought him and his friends had stopped going here.”

“Well breaking news: that is not the case,” one of your other friends chuckled.

“Ugh, I just cannot deal with this tonight,” you sat back in the the booth and groaned, pulling out your phone in hopes of avoiding more conversation about the topic.

“I should start making you that angry more often.” read the text that suddenly lit up your screen.

You hated Lando, and he hated you right back. Ever since freshman year you could not stand his “holier than thou” level arrogance and the way he always had to find a way to push your buttons in whatever setting you two were in. From class, to the bar all the way to the time you two ended up in the therapy waiting room together.

“Okay Lando pls stfu. Dealing with you tonight was enough.” You had gotten into a heated argument with him in the bar, which you suddenly could not remember the subject of, pondering his last text in your head.

“I think I know how to fix our little problem”

What could he possibly mean by that. No way was he about to suggest sex.

“And what might that be?” you chuckled to yourself, noticing that your friends were peering over at your phone screen. Little snoops.

“Let’s leave.” Yep, there it was. He thinks fucking will somehow be the answer to your now four-year battle with each other. You had made each other’s lives a living hell. One time you fought so bad you both started crying, in public. Not the finest moment for either of you. But you thought more and more about his proposition. Sometimes he stared at you a little too long when you wore one of your skimpy going out tops, especially that lace corset, which of course you happened to be wearing tonight. He stood a little close to you to whisper insults in your ear, and occasionally slid a hand to the small of your back when you were standing next to each other. Maybe this was the answer. Besides, hate sex actually sounded kind of fun.

“If you really want to do this then come over to the booth and I’ll get up and leave with you.” If this was really his master plan, you were going to make sure everyone knew about it. You weren’t gonna let him get away with lying about this little inchident later. It took him less than 2 minutes to appear at your table, hand extended towards you, a mischievous look painted all over his face.

“See ya around!” he waved to your friends as he dragged you out the bar.

“I better be getting a text about this later” you looked back at your friends' aghast expressions. They were looking at you as if you had just been shot through the head.

It didn’t take long to get to Lando’s shitty college house. You argued the whole way there. You almost shoved him in front of a moving car on accident. Maybe that would make the sex better.

He led you up to his bedroom, a surprisingly gentleman-ly gesture. The only light came from the dim glow of his computer monitor, casting a red ambiance over the entire room. How perfect, you thought.

“Let’s just get all that anger out, huh?”

“Worth a shot.” you smirked before inching closer and closer to him. The space between you two held so much tension, a pit of horniness, rage and frustration. He grabbed your face with both hands, his lips crashing into yours. You had never kissed someone with this much passion before. Neither of you knew how to keep your hands to yourself, but why bother. His hands explored every single inch of you, places that very few people had ever touched. He had already unhooked your bra effortlessly, your soft tits pressing against his chiseled chest. Fuck, he actually was kind of sexy all this time. He started gently biting your lower lip, causing you to moan into him. You could not be the only one moaning in this situation, so naturally you started palming his growing erection over his boxers.

“Shit,” he whispered softly before groaning, his lips never leaving your face. There was a neediness, a hunger to the way you were touching each other. An intensity, a fury, and unfortunately one of the most erotic things you had ever experienced.

He picked you up and threw you back onto the bed, the harshness of it turning you on even more.

You covered your pussy with your hands- giggling. You couldn’t help it, teasing him felt like the right thing to do in this scenario.

“Oh that’s not gonna work. I’m gonna fuck that little attitude right out of you.”

“I’d like to see you fucking try, pal.” your sly expression just making him angrier and angier.

He pinned your hands above your head as you laughed, loving that he was really taking it as a challenge. He slid his boxers off with his free hand.

Holy fuck. You had NEVER seen a dick that big. He was absolutely massive. Your confidence faltered for just a second, thinking that even though he was so much larger than you in stature, his dick could not have been that exceptional. But boy were you fucking wrong.

He gave you half at first, watching the way your face contorted as you adjusted to the feeling of him filling you up. He didn’t let you get comfortable for long, sliding the rest in as you shouted his name, probably waking the entire neighborhood up. Whoops.

“This might be the only time I ever get you to submit to me like this. Fuck you look hot when you’re being a good girl.”

You were going to fight back more- but those words made you want to listen to anything he told you to do for the rest of eternity. After two sickeningly slow thrusts, he started pounding into you. That attitude you had earlier had completely left the room, probably the stratosphere too. His dick felt like nothing you had ever taken before, nearly hitting your cervix with every pump in and out. It unfortunately was not going to take long for you to orgasm, as much as you wanted to hold out so you could keep experiencing this feeling. The feeling you never thought the guy you hated could give you. Pure and utter ecstasy. The alcohol flowing through your veins had you putting on quite the performance, moaning just as loud as Lando, tossing your head back and creating large claw marks along his back.

He thrusted deep into you- holding himself there. He made eye contact with you, his eyes low and filled with a fiery lust you had never seen before. He pressed against your lower stomach and holy fuck- you could not believe this was real.

“You feel that? That’s my fucking cock all the way inside you. You’re being such a good little slut taking me like this.”

You never wanted that feeling in your stomach to go away.

He pressed down again, shooting waves of pleasure through you that made your vision start to blur. Were you going to orgasm when he wasn’t even fucking you?

“That’s enough of that, can’t make you feel too good.” he winked as he started fucking you again, bringing you right to the brink of an orgasm.

“Fuck Lando, you’re gonna make me cum.” He grabbed your throat.

“I’m gonna cum too. Look at me baby, I want us to remember exactly what we’re doing to each other.”

You never broke eye contact as you both lost control, his forehead pressed against yours as loud moans filled the room.

“That might be the only good idea you’ve ever had.” you laughed as he cleaned you both off.

“Of course that’s what you say right after I fucked the shit out of you.”

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milkteahood · 2 months

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texas heat

Thomas Hewitt x fem!reader

Warning: smut! minors dni!!!

Summary: basically a smut with a plot

Sweat broke on your forehead as you wiped it still half asleep. It was terribly hot to even rest. As your eyes opened and started to adjust to the darkness around you, thoughts about the whole situation were still fresh in your mind. How long has it been? You thought to yourself. A few months maybe? 4? 5?

You stopped counting the days after the first few weeks. What for anyway? It wasn’t like you were ever leaving.

***

“Come on boys! We are completely lost!” your friend spoke, gesturing with her hands.

“It’s fine! It’s all good. A little detour” the driver laughed without a care in the world.

“That’s right Sam! Stop being so difficult. Look, Y/N isn’t saying anything” the other guy talked from the passenger’s seat.

At the mention of your name, you looked up from your book, and then quickly got back to it. You weren’t actually reading, but they weren’t paying attention to that. If they did, they would’ve seen you didn’t turn any page in the last 5 minutes. Pretending was just a good excuse to be out of this circus of conversation.

You didn’t consider any of them your friends. And you were sure they didn’t think of you as that either. They were Sam’s friends. And Sam was your friend out of convenience, just as you were to her. You wanted to travel, and she didn’t want to be the only girl on the trip.

“Come on Y/N!” Sam started “whose side are you on?”

“Maybe we should stop and ask for directions” you finally raised a point.

“Yeah? And where the fuck would we stop for that?” the driver asked “there is nothing around here!”

A sigh escaped your lips and you finally put the book down, looking out the window. Then, suddenly, you pressed your finger on the window, gesturing in the distance “there, it looks like a house”.

Little did any of you know this was the beginning of a whole new chapter in your life.

***

Rubbing your eyes, you looked at the little clock on your nightstand. 11:30 pm it said. It wasn’t that late, yet you couldn’t remember when you fell asleep. Realistically, the only one still awake was Thomas. The thought of that made you freeze in place. Oh yes, you thought to yourself again the summer isn’t the only reason I can’t sleep.

Another sigh left your lips. You didn’t think you would end up in this situation. Spared by a bunch of cannibals for the sole reason you smacked the driver when he started insulting Thomas.

***

“Hello?” the driver’s friend… Jason? Jack? Jeremy? J something. You couldn’t remember. Your name memory was never your strongest suit.

“Hello?” J began knocking again. And a second time. Just before knocking for a 3rd time, a woman opened the door.

“Yes? Who are you?” she spoke.

“Oh hello ma’am!” Sam approached “we are completely lost. We were wondering if you could give us any directions”

Luda Mae looked all of you up and down before speaking “come inside. You will die of the heat before you get any directions”

The boys looked at each other and you looked at Sam. But ultimately decided to follow the lady inside.

***

The memories were still fresh and you were sure they would be for the rest of your life. As you lay on your back, looking around the room, you felt your heart skip a beat as another thought made itself apparent. Thomas. Or better said. Your crush on Thomas. In the past month or so, you tried your best to get close to him. You offered to help with everything and anything he needed. Yet, he did his best to avoid you. You weren’t dumb, you knew exactly why. He was absolutely terrified at the idea you’re just fucking around. Lying. Being nice to him so he wouldn’t kill you.

“For fucks sake Thomas. I was nice to you even before I knew you butchered people for a living” you whispered yelled alone, in your room.

***

“So kids, how did you end up here?” Luda Mae asked, trying to see if you would make a good addition to the Hewitt meat supply. Were you going somewhere? Was someone important waiting for you? What was the chance of people coming to look for you? Those were important questions that needed answers. They couldn’t risk killing someone that could potentially lead the police to them.

As the conversation was unfolding, the driver and J became more and more impatient to leave, and your head cocked when hearing some footsteps. Before you realized it, this massive man was sitting in the doorway, breathing heavily, not saying a word.

“Oh Tommy! Look! We have guests” Luda Mae said, looking at her son. Thomas was tall, a huge man, his apron covered in blood.

“Oh fuck! What the fuck is that? He looks like—” the driver said but didn’t get to finish whatever insults he was going to spew because you smacked him.

“Just shut up. For once. Not everything revolves around you and your daddy’s money. You can’t just speak this way to people” you said, while he looked you completely shocked. No one has ever dared speak to him that way. Let alone slap him.

And that was the moment Luda Mae decided you would be the only one left alive.

***

The floor was cooler than the bed. You stood up and looked at yourself in the mirror. It was so dark you could barely see, only managing to make out your silhouette. You stood there for a while, thinking of what you should do.

You liked Thomas from the moment you saw him. You tried to befriend him but all he did was ignore you. On the occasions he actually had to interact with you, he looked so tense, like he was on the verge of exploding. You tried to give him space, but it wasn’t really helping. And now you were pacing around your room, unable to sleep because all you wanted was Thomas. The man who killed your “friends”.

What the fuck is wrong with me… he’s a murderer, his whole family is crazy.

Yes and so are you. I mean, you’re not running. You think he’s hot. This man could dismember you in a heartbeat and you think he is attractive. Talk about fucked up.

You frowned at your own thoughts. Thomas wasn’t a monster. He did what he had to. Yet what was your excuse? Falling for him?

Your heart started racing. Yes, you were falling for him.

After what seemed like an eternity, you went out of your room, down the stairs and into the living room. You stopped in front of the basement stairs and listened. Thomas was definitely still down there and it was now or never.

In the basement Thomas was still butchering some meat, not hearing you walk in over the sound of his cleaver. He didn’t like you coming there, he always thought you would judge him, mock him even.

“Thomas” you spoke, your voice making him stop with the cleaver still in the air. He lowered it and turned to you, not saying anything.

“It’s late Thomas. Maybe you should call it a day” you spoke softly, almost afraid to startle him.

You didn’t get a response. Then, he just turned around and continued what he was doing.

This made you frown and it hurt a little. Maybe he was not liking you as much as you liked him. Maybe he didn’t like you at all. However this couldn’t be further from the truth. He did like you. A lot. Which is why he was so scared to be around you.

You bit your lip, a little too hard, and decided to approach him. The second your hand touched his arm, Thomas completely froze. His body was incredibly tense and all he managed to do was look at you.

“Did I do something to upset you?” you tilted your head “you always seem to ignore me. I’m sorry if I upset you at all”.

Thomas’s wide widened. You were apologizing to him? What for? You thought he was mad at you? But how could he? He grunted back at you. In the beginning it was very difficult to understand him, but now you could make up the words he was saying. He said no.

“Well then what is it?” you pressed him, gently rubbing his arm. His eyes looked like they could come out of his head, immediately shifting his gaze away from you, almost shaking.

“Thomas, Tommy, oh no” you reached for his other hand which was still tight around the cleaver. Gesturing for him to let it go, you managed to turn him so he’d face you. “You’re ok. Everything is ok” you said, looking at him. “I didn’t mean to make you feel awkward. I’m sorry. I will go upstairs” you gave him a bit of a sad smile and turned to walk away. Yet, you didn’t get to take two steps before he stopped you. As you turned to him, he gave you another grunt. Stay. This one meant stay.

Both of you were blushing. Your brave girl facade paled the moment you felt his hand around your arm. Compared to him, you were incredibly tiny and for that, he treated you as if you were made of glass. Because to him, you were.

You stepped in front of him, both of you looking at each other. You learned to be gentle with him, maybe even more gentle than he was with you. Because unlike you, he never had people not be terrified of him.

Smiling, you cupped his face in your hands, which caught him off guard, but he didn’t stop you. For whatever reason, you were here, you didn’t try to run away, and you were kind to him. Before he knew it, he was leaning into your touch.

“Tommy?”

He opened his eyes, waiting for you to continue.

“I really like you, Thomas”

His now open eyes were widened, staring at you, almost looking through you, waiting to see any shred of dishonesty. But there was none. You were genuine. He then couldn’t help but wonder what was wrong with you. How could you like him? No. He didn’t care. You liked him. And he was going to take it.

He didn’t realize some time passed without giving you an answer, which caused you to mumble another apology. He, however, didn’t let you finish. You soon found yourself in a hug. A very tight hug. Which you happily reciprocated.

After pulling away, you both looked at each other and without much of a second thought, you pulled the other into a kiss. It was reckless and full of built up frustrations on both parts. You were the first to pull away.

“Thomas.. it’s difficult to kiss you with that mask on”

He didn’t say anything and looked away. He didn’t want to show you. There was finally something he had and showing you his face might ruin it. He grunted a no.

“Please..” you pleaded while cupping his face again.

He damned himself for being so weak around you. You looked sad and a little disappointed. He let out a huge sigh and slowly took off his mask, letting it fall on the floor and completely avoiding your gaze. Whatever disgusted face you made, he didn’t want to see. Only if he looked to see it was not disgust but love.

“Fuck me you’re handsome” was all you said before pulling him in and kissing him again. He looked like a deer in headlights, but quickly melted into your kiss, picking you up and placing you on his workbench.

Your legs were wrapped around him, your hands pulling at his hair while he was tightly holding you by your waist. You felt his erection press against you, so you pushed yourself closer to him, which caused Thomas to grunt and moan into the kiss.

Thomas was the one to pull away this time, spending some time admiring you. Slowly, you started to unbutton his shirt “you can help me with mine if you want” you said a little flustered.

He didn’t need to be told twice. Once you felt his excitement, you knew Thomas was coming out of his shell. Soon enough yours and his shirts were thrown on the floor, and you were making out on the cold and hard workbench. You didn’t care, you also didn’t care that his grips wound leave bruises. You just wanted him. He cupped your breast, gently squeezing, earning himself a moan from you and the confirmation that he is doing it right.

“Please Tommy” you whined between kisses, tugging at his belt.

He wanted to so bad. But what if he hurt you? He had no what what he was doing. But how could he resist you? His whole body was shaking, you were begging him to have sex with you. Him. He pulled away from the kiss and quickly undid his belt and pants, making himself moan as he pulled his cock out. Your heart skipped a beat seeing Thomas naked in front of you. You look off your underwear and pull him into another kiss.

You didn’t think much before starting to palm his length, causing him to moan into your mouth. Thomas started thrusting as you were stroking him. He could cum just like that, but you wanted more. And he did too.

As your back rested on the cold table, Thomas climbed on top of you, neither daring to break the kiss. You couldn’t even wrap your legs around him, a detail he found really cute. He pulled away from the kiss only to look at your expression again. Was this really ok? Is this really what you wanted? You looked so beautiful and so turned on. Rubbing yourself against his erection was all the confirmation he needed before slowly starting to push his cock into you.

Feeling him inside you completely knocked the air out of you, immediately kissing him again, moaning into his mouth. Your figure, your voice, your shaking body were making Thomas go feral. His grunts on the other hand made your whole stomach feel hot. Thomas was thrusting into you, firmly holding your waist with one hand and supporting himself up with the other. Your arms were wrapped around his back, face buried into his neck, trying to muffle your moans.

He was hitting all the right spots, causing your mind to go blank and your nails to dig into his skin. Once his voice became shakier, you knew he wasn’t going to last much longer.

“Oh fuck…” you moaned and he responded by thrusting even harder. It was almost as if your every moan was making Thomas go more feral.

His rhythm was becoming more erratic, signaling that he was getting closer.

“It ok Tommy” you said between moans “I want you. Fill me up, please Tommy”.

Saying that was enough to push him over the edge. After a few more thrusts he came with a low, guttural moan, completely intoxicated by you.

You were both panting and looking at each other afterward. He couldn’t believe what just happened. Were you a dream? No. You were there, smiling at him. Did that mean you were his now? Yes. Most definitely.

He picked you up off of the table, squeezing you close to him. He was still panting and so were you, yet, both happy and finally content.

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riitah · 1 year

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[lover's quarrel] - gojo satoru x fem!reader

*sorry, i forgot to tag this: spoilers for jjk 0, but it's only mentioned in like one sentence and it's a very small detail SYNOPSIS: you and gojo got into your first argument as a couple, but you didn't expect him to come forward to apologize first. WORD COUNT: 1.3k HONORABLE MENTION: special thanks to my beta reader “henry rumpelstiltskin III of the nuclear sock kingdom”! :DD AUTHOR'S NOTE: egocentric fictional men who apologize first>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> - (he'd apologize first because I said so) - (he'd also be so embarrassed about it because i said so) - (because y'know. he probably never apologizes first. except this time.) - (holy crap i hope this isn't too ooc like i've never seen him get into an argument with anyone before 😭😭😭)

You. The couch. And the deafening silence.

It wasn't like you and Satoru haven't gotten into arguments before; back in high school, he loved to bother the crap out of you when you were busy doing something that required your full attention, and many of these button-pushing sessions led to full-blown arguments where the two of you hurled insult after insult at each other (though they were more of a one-sided thing, because he just laughed at you and your reddening face, asking if that was all you got). And Shoko and Suguru would watch all the while, one enjoying the entertainment she was getting and the other patiently waiting for a moment where he could calm the both of you down.

But this argument was different. It wasn't some small fight between teenagers that the two of you would forget in a few days. Heck, it might even last a few days instead, now that Suguru wasn't here.

Suguru.

You sighed, remembering that you fought with him, too. Figuratively and literally.

You sunk into the soft seat and leaned your head against the back cushion, letting out a loud groan.

Should I just apologize and get this over with?

After all, knowing your boyfriend, he'd be way too prideful to say sorry first.

Right. Boyfriend. Maybe even soon-to-be ex-boyfriend.

You tightly clutched the hem of your shirt at the thought, your heart feeling heavy. The remnants of the feud buried themselves deep into your chest, pulling and clawing at it as if it was trying to rip something out of there. It hurt knowing that the relationship you were once so happy to establish might not last as long as you thought it would.

Your best friend and your boyfriend; two heartbreaks, two people lost.

You bit your lip, trying to hold back tears. The room gradually grew darker and darker as the sun set in the distance, a painful reminder to you that Satoru had been gone for hours. Pulling your knees to your chest, you rocked back and forth, wondering where he could be this late.

Certainly not at some club, right...?

Your stomach twisted in a way you couldn't explain, and you let out a choked sob.

He can't be. He's not like that.

But Satoru had never been romantically involved with anyone before you. So how did you know what to expect?

You felt your fingernails digging into your skin, hard enough to make it bleed. You hated the way the scenarios were running through your head, the way none of them were him coming home to you without smelling of sickly sweet perfume and without having lipstick stains all over his neck. It was truly a different kind of pain knowing that someone who had declared his love for you merely six hours before could take it all back in an instant.

This is all so, so stupid. Maybe this was a mistake from the start.

Grabbing your coat that was lying right next to you, you stood up to leave.

Maybe a break would serve the both of us some good.

You put it on, not bothering to zip up the front.

I never should've said yes.

You walked towards the door, your footsteps soft, hesitant, and gradually slowing down to a stop when you arrived. You reached for the doorknob, still unsure of your decision. Your hand hovered in midair as you looked down at your feet, warm tears still streaking down your cheeks.

Is this really the right thing to do?

You couldn't think straight, or pinpoint what exactly you felt. Anger? Worry? Dread? The different emotions were all mixed into one, forced down your throat and into the pit of your stomach, with the sole purpose of breaking you from inside out.

You didn't want to think about anything anymore.

Closing your eyes, you took a deep breath before wrapping your hand around the doorknob, and--

The door flew backwards, striking against your palm. Your eyes opened in surprise, darting from the doorknob to the tall man that stood in front of you.

Neither of you said a word.

You were rooted to the spot, your legs frozen. Beads of sweat rolled down your back, tickling you, futilely trying to distract you from the situation at hand. Your hands felt clammy, your breath was stuck uncomfortably in your throat, and a single tear awkwardly slid its way down the side of your face, seemingly not getting the memo.

Satoru stared back at you, his sunglasses sitting on the bridge of his nose, slightly crooked. His blue eyes blinked at you, with a hint of confusion behind them. He was also slightly panting, you realized as you saw his shoulders slightly heave up and down from the corner of your eye.

"...(Y/N)?" His voice was gentle, void of any anger, unlike the tone he had used with you just hours before.

You didn't reply in fear of breaking down in front of him, in fear of coming off as some kind of victim when the fault was yours as much as it was his.

"What are you... Were you leaving? Were you crying?"

He sounded so confused, so worried. He touched your wet cheek, brushing against it with his calloused hand.

"Toru, where were you?" Your voice was barely audible.

One second passed. And then two.

Please tell me that you didn't give up on us.

And then three. And four.

The silence dragged on. And your hope dwindled along with it.

"Toru, I..." you said hoarsely.

Your heart dropped when you finally smelled the faint trace of perfume. The very same sickly-sweet smell you had been afraid of.

It can't be.

Can it?

"Were you...kissing some other girl?" Your voice cracked a little.

"What?! No!" His eyes widened as he frantically shook his head, and then he exhaled and furrowed his brows. "Was that why you were crying?"

You nodded meekly, feeling as though you were about to cry all over again. "I thought you'd want to break up with me."

"I'd never." You felt his lips press against your forehead, the warmth still lingering even after he pulled away. "And..." He dropped his hand to his side and glanced away, preoccupied with something on the floor, his voice quiet, sincere. "I'm...sorry."

Now it was your turn to widen your eyes. Did he just...apologize?

He peeked at you, and then grinned when he saw your expression. "Dumbfounded, aren't you? You should be honored to be the first and only person I've ever apologized t--mmph!"

All of the sadness seemed to have evaporated from your body as you grabbed his face with one hand, bringing it close. "Do that again."

He squinted at you. "I got you flowers," he suggested, squirming in your grasp. "And perfume too, so if you smell that on me, that's probably from the shop." A pause, waiting for you to let go. "And chocolate." Another pause, a smirk forming on his face. "Sexy lingeri--?"

You gave him a deadpan stare before he could finish.

"Kidding, kidding! Obviously." He laughed, the sound filling your stomach with butterflies. "So does that mean you forgive me?"

You sighed, nodding, letting go of him. "I'm really sorry, too. It was a stupid thing to argue over."

"Well, that marks the end of our first lover's quarrel!" He readjusted his glasses and smiled at you before bringing his left hand out from behind his back. "Good thing, because my arm was about to start cramping--"

You didn't register the rest of his words as he showed off the items he bought for you, your mind still trying to process what had just happened.

Toru knows how to apologize...

Surprised? Happy? Maybe giddy? Or all three?

You let a giggle slip, and he turned to you, the bouquet of flowers in his hands raised like a trophy.

"What're you laughing at?"

"Nothing."

You pulled in by the collar for a taste of his soft lips, whispering against them a quiet "I love you."

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swanimagines · 2 months

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READY TO DIE | KAZ BREKKER

Summary: You lose your sister when a corrupted lawyer kills her, who kidnapped you two in hopes to get information about your boyfriend Kaz Brekker. What the poor lawyer didn't think, was that it was a huge mistake from him and he, Hendrik Marting, would never see the light of day again.

Warnings: Kaz is a major Dirtyhands in this, so this includes graphic descriptions of violence and torture.

"Stop! Stop it!"

Your scream echoed around the cellar and Hendrik Marting stilled, slowly turning to look at you. Your eyes were unable to focus on him properly due to so much pain, but you knew he took some steps towards you.

"What's wrong, love?" he cooed mockingly. "Can't watch your precious sister suffer anymore?"

"Fuck you!" you snarled and he sighed.

"And I thought you would be more creative with your insults," he said, before you felt his hand in your hair, yanking your head back. "Ready to answer my questions about Brekker?"

You stared into his eyes and said nothing, willing yourself not to look away.

"I've had enough of you," Marting snarled, his hand tightening in your hair.

"No," you whispered. "I will never betray him."

He gave a sharp yank, forcing your head back further.

"No?"

"No."

Marting froze, his grip loosening for a second before he gripped your hair tighter again.

"You will tell me what I want to know," he hissed. "You just have an option to choose whether you'll have your sister suffer longer."

You shivered as he started to drag his other hand down your body, leaving you gasping in disgust.

"Or," he said, his eyes burning into yours, "you could tell me the truth and make it all go away."

You swallowed and your body was trembling with the pain you were feeling, but you still refused to look away.

"I will never tell you anything."

"What good has Dirtyhands ever done for you?" Marting hissed. "How can you stay so loyal for a man like him? He'd sell you out for enough kruge. He has no care for you at all."

"You know nothing about him," you spat, struggling in his grip.

"You're so naive," he laughed and then nodded at his men. "Give her sister some more punches, maybe that will loosen her tongue."

Your body trembled with rage and you closed your eyes, holding back your fear. You had to stay strong, to stay strong for your sister, for your friends. You held back your will to cry out for her, just so you'd know she's still alive. She had stopped screaming, whimpering and groaning some moments back, and you knew she was in a bad shape. She had been hit so many times, so hard, that her ribs were probably cracked and she couldn't even cry out anymore.

Then, a blast was heard and you felt Marting slump against your chair, and then being pushed away.

"Are you awake, love?"

Jesper.

"Jesper?" you whispered, blinking as you felt someone fiddling with the rope tied around your hands and ankles, and then the rope was gone.

"Can you stand?"

"Yes," you nodded, your eyes widening as he took your hands in his.

"Can you walk?"

"I... I think so."

Jesper smiled and then glared at Marting, who was still lying on the ground.

"I should put a bullet in his head."

"Veta," you choked out. "Is she okay?"

"Don't worry about it now, love. Let's just get you out of here."

You looked down and saw blood dripping down your arms. You could feel it soaking your clothes and your legs were trembling with the pain, and then you noticed that Veta's chair was empty.

"Where's my sister?"

"We have her," Jesper said, pulling you up. "Matthias has her."

You looked around and then your eyes widened as you saw the cellar door. You stumbled towards it, almost falling, but Jesper was there to catch you. He wrapped his arm around your waist and helped you towards the door.

Kaz stood there, just behind the door, and you sighed in relief at the sight of him. He took a look at your beaten up form, and clenched his jaw, before glancing at the door. "Get her out of here, Jesper. Take her to the Slat, she needs rest."

Jesper nodded, and took a better hold of your body. "Come on," he said, helping you towards the door.

---

You had lost your memory of how you got to the Slat, but when you woke up, bandages were covering your body.

Inej was perched on your window, immediately standing up when you opened your eyes and groaned. She sat down next to you, placing a gentle hand on your cheek. "Are you okay?"

"Considering the situation, yes," you replied, smiling weakly. "How long was I unconscious?"

"Two weeks," she replied. "For a moment there we thought we'd lose you."

"I thought I'm going to die, too. But we won't go down so easily, we are too tough to give up with Veta," you chuckled but winced as it caused your ribs to ache.

Inej didn't reply.

"Where's Kaz?" You asked, looking at Inej.

"Oh, he has been unbearable, as he always is if he's worried about you. I'll let him know you're awake." She stood up from your bed and the next moment, she was already gone.

And not even five minutes passed, before you heard a cane clicking behind your door and then, a knock.

"Come in," you said.

Kaz entered, looking like he hadn't slept or eaten in days.

"You look like hell, Kaz," you smiled weakly at him, trying to ignore the pain in your chest.

Kaz didn't reply, didn't show any emotion when he pulled up your desk chair and sat on it. You frowned, wondering what was wrong.

"Has something happened?" You asked. Kaz still didn't reply. "Kaz?"

His eyes looked down, his hands squeezing his cane with little more force than necessary. Then, a thought filled your head. A horrible thought, a question you knew the answer for before you even asked.

"Kaz?" You said, your voice breaking. "Where is my sister?"

Kaz sighed, and then finally looked up at you. "I'm sorry, darling. Nina did everything she could, but she's... she's gone."

It was like you had become deaf all of the sudden. You were numb. You felt like you were floating, your head felt too heavy and your chest too empty.

"She... she's dead?" you heard your voice say. Faintly, it sounded like you heard yourself from behind a wall. Your head was spinning, but you felt like you were looking at a dream, a nightmare. For a moment, you felt as though you were still in the cellar. You remembered Veta's body, bloody, beaten up, full of cuts and bruises. You remembered the moment she stopped making noises, when she fell numb.

Kaz looked at you, not saying anything.

"No." You shook your head. "This isn't funny, Kaz. Stop playing around, she's in her room, she's still unconscious or you're just playing some cruel joke on me. She can't be dead."

Kaz shook his head. "Marting killed her."

Hendrik Marting's face flashed before you, and you felt like you had been punched in the stomach. "Killed her?"

Kaz nodded, his voice heavy. "She hadn't had a heartbeat for at least fifteen minutes. Nina was unable to resurrect her."

You fell silent, your mind processing the information. And after a few minutes, you looked at Kaz again, this time your eyes full of fire. "I'm going to kill him," you said, your voice firm, your words filled with determination. "I'll rip Hendrik Marting apart, I'll make him beg for mercy. Then, I'll make him beg to kill him already. Then I'll rip his limbs off while he's still alive. I'll cut him to pieces. I'll feed his flesh to his own dogs."

Kaz was looking at you, still no emotion on his face but he knew those feelings. He had gone through them after Jordie had died. He knew what you were thinking, what you were feeling. He knew how hard it was to go on. How hard it was to live.

"I know you will, darling," he whispered. "And I will help you."

You didn't say anything, but you looked at him with a ghost of a smirk. You had lost your sister, but you would avenge her death in a way Marting wouldn't see coming.

---

Ten months had passed from the day Veta had died and you had finally fully healed. During that time, you, Kaz and the rest of the Crows had whipped up a plan for how to kidnap and kill Hendrik Marting.

"Inej, you will stay on rooftops and make sure Marting is going where he's supposed to go. And when he's alone in here," Kaz tapped Marting's office, "Nina will go in and slow his heartbeat so he falls asleep. After that, Matthias will take him out. We will take him to the old warehouse near the Slat. I've got everything set there. The warehouse has everything we need to make Marting suffer."

Kaz glanced up at you, but you kept your eyes on the map.

"We have to be careful," you said. "If we do even one mistake, some of us could be taken into that cellar, and suffer the same fate as my sister. We have to make sure we do everything right."

Kaz nodded. "And we will. I know we won't make any mistakes, not when Marting took one of us."

You took in a long breath through your nose, before looking up at Kaz again. "His suffering will last for hours." You said, your voice a bit hollow. "It won't be quick, I will relish in his pain, just like she relished killing my sister."

Kaz nodded again, a small smirk playing on his lips.

---

You were peeking around the dark alley just in line with Marting's office, his neatly sorted law books in his shelf and a pile of papers on his desk. From the outside, he looked like a decent lawyer, maybe even honest - but you should have known that even the lawyers of Ketterdam were corrupted. A handsome bribe, and they would do almost anything, using their power to get anything.

You paid attention on how Marting's arm was moving funnily, stiffly. Like it had been badly broken just some time before. You smirked, either the man had fell down from somewhere high or he had more enemies than just you. Either way, his death would be a gift for all of Ketterdam.

You saw Nina's shadow entering the office, and Marting didn't even have time to react before he was already under.

Matthias' huge shadow entered the office next, and just on cue, a wagon was parked under the office window. Matthias threw Marting out from the window straight on the hay pile on the back of the wagon, and Jesper covered Marting with hay before he gestured you to come along and together, you continued on towards the warehouse.

The warehouse wasn't very big building, it had a few cages with stuff Kaz had yet to sell, and then it had slightly larger space - and that space had a chair in the middle, a few ropes lying beside it and a bag full of bandages. On the other side, there was a small shelf full of knives and a few pairs of pliers of different sizes at least, but you'd take a better look on them later. Matthias and Nina arrived soon after you, and the Fjerdan lifted Marting from the wagon, carrying him over to the chair.

Nina walked up to one of the ropes and lifted it, starting to tie Marting up, Jesper helping her with another rope.

"Make sure he'll stay in place," Kaz rasped suddenly from the shadows, having appeared from nowhere - or maybe he was already waiting there. "We don't want him to escape."

"Oh don't worry. He should be almost as strong as Matthias to get loose from this." Jesper said, a hint of a smile on his lips. "And fortunately we have Matthias keeping guard at the door while you and your Queen do the thing."

Nina and Jesper spent a moment longer tightening the rope, before you all stared at the sleeping man for a moment.

"Wake him up," you then said, your eyes on Marting. Nina lifted his hands, making some quick motions and soon, Marting groaned as he stirred awake. He looked around, his eyes widening when he saw you and Kaz.

"Ah, so this is it?" Marting mumbled, his eyes shifting on Kaz. "For your information, your little gift for me cost me thousands of kruge to fix. And my arm will still never be the same, you broke the bone from twelve different places. I didn't even know that was possible. I was told I'm lucky my arm wasn't amputated."

Kaz nodded at the five of his Crows and they went outside, shutting the heavy door behind them. You stepped forward, looking at the ropes binding Marting's hands and feet to the chair.

"It's your turn to pay, Marting," you said. "It's my sister's revenge."

Marting only smiled at that, a mocking smile that made your blood boil even more, if possible.

"So, you plan to kill me? Adorable." Marting chuckled. "And that will help with bringing back your sister?"

You narrowed your eyes at him. "Nothing will bring her back, but she deserves justice. I will make you beg for death. I will make you scream for me to just kill you."

Marting chuckled again, looking at you as if you were some kind of a joke. "Oh, really? A sweet girl like you torturing me?"

You glanced at Kaz, who took a step forward. "We will make you beg, Marting."

Marting's smile was still full of derision, clearly not believing you're serious. So you took one of the smaller knives from the shelf and stabbed him right on the knee. Marting grunted, tears of pain prickling in his eyes. But he still smiled.

"That's all you got?" he asked, looking at the knife in your hand.

"May I?" Kaz asked you and you smiled at him, pulling the knife out from Marting's knee. Kaz nodded, taking the largest knife from the counter. He turned it around, showing it to Marting. "Didn't you just say you were lucky your arm wasn't amputated after I broke it?"

Marting raised his eyebrows at Kaz, and after a blink, Kaz had swung the knife and Marting's hand was on the floor. Blood gushed out of Marting's severed wrist and finally, the man howled in pain, trying to wriggle the rest of his arm free from his restraints. Kaz looked entirely unfazed and picked up some bandages from the bag and handed them to you.

"Bandage his wrist. We don't want him to bleed out too quickly."

You didn't need any more of an explanation, and quickly tied a bandage around Marting's wrist, securing the cloth with a tight knot. Marting whimpered, but then made a pathetic attempt to compose himself and smirked at you again.

"It was your sister who I killed, and your boyfriend does a better job than you in punishing me. Pathetic."

You smirked back, walking over to the shelf and taking a pair of large pliers. "Oh, I can think of a few ways to punish you, you arrogant fuck."

Marting looked at you walk over to him with pliers in your hand. He looked at you until you grabbed his blond hair and forced his head back. Kaz seemed to know what you were going to do, so he took a hold of Marting's hair as you forced his mouth open and closed the pliers on his tongue. You then took the small knife from earlier and made a large slash on the underside. Marting let out another, satisfying howl of pain as he started to bleed from the wound, blood pouring down his chin.

"Should we remove some of your teeth?" you asked him, the knife dripping with blood. "You're a pretty man, you could look even prettier with only one or two teeth. It could give you a nice smile in your funeral."

Marting didn't even say anything this time, though it might have been because his mouth was full of blood.

"Maybe later with the teeth, then." You sighed, walking over to the shelf again and lying the pliers down. You grabbed another knife and a few more bandages, and took a deep breath.

"Alright," you said. "I'll make sure to take the time to enjoy this, Marting. But first, it's Kaz's turn. Maybe one tooth could be taken out now, just to give him a little taste on that."

Kaz smirked, taking slightly smaller pliers from the shelf and walked over to the man. He placed them on Marting's mouth and turned them, this time with you holding his hair back. You heard Marting's teeth clack together, and he started to squirm as one of his teeth started to crack. Kaz looked up at you, a slight smirk on his face.

"It's been a long time since I've gotten to do this." he said before another crack was heard.

Marting let out another howl, and you held him tighter as he thrashed his head around. Kaz held the the pliers tighter and twisted them, this time getting the tooth out. Marting howled and then Kaz placed a large cloth of bandage inside his mouth.

"Hold his head up," you told Kaz, who nodded. You walked over to the shelf again, taking the largest knife from earlier and walking back over to Marting. He was still whimpering and moaning, but not screaming. You wanted to hear him scream after every single thing you'd do to him with Kaz.

You walked back over to him, pushing your face close to his. "You'll pay for your sins, Marting. You'll beg me to kill you."

Marting's eyes widened as you lifted the knife and placed the tip on the back of his head. He flinched at the knife, and you chuckled, placing your other hand on his cheek. "Beg, Marting. Beg me to kill you, or I'll make this last for a lot longer."

Marting didn't even have a chance to say anything before you cut him while laughing, almost cutting his ear off. You then walked over to the counter, taking a small jar of something from the shelf and placing it in your hand. You walked back to Marting, and with your free hand, you placed a rag over the wound.

"Do we have matches?" you asked Kaz.

He smirked, probably knowing what you were wanting to do. "Yes, in the drawer. We also have alcohol in the cabinet."

"Let's start with those," you said, soon returning to Marting and taking a deep breath. "I won't lie, this is going to hurt."

You soaked a rag with alcohol and plopped it on his hair, and then lit the match. Marting howled as the flames spread over his head, his eyes wide and his body trembling. He screamed, trying to find a way to out out the flames, but you just laughed, watching the flames burn through his hair and make a small patch of his head look like a burnt cookie.

You took another rag and placed it on the wound, smothering the flames. Marting whimpered and looked at you with teary eyes, and you smirked at him.

"Ready to die?"

"I will never beg anything from anyone, especially not from a woman," Marting snarled, his voice trembling.

"Good." You grabbed a small knife from the shelf and walked back over to him. "I still have a lot to do with you." you said, holding the knife in front of him, and now, for the first time this evening, you saw a flash of genuine fear and regret in his eyes.

---

It had taken six hours before Marting stopped responding to the pain, and soon after that his heart had stopped. He never once begged you to just kill him, which disappointed you - but knowing that his last hours were nothing but torture made you believe he wanted to give in, but his pride outweighed his desire for the pain to just stop. After you were done, you and Kaz both covered in blood and all of Marting's fingers, hands, teeth and his left leg severed on the floor, you dragged the man who had destroyed your only biological family from the back door and threw him to the Reaper's Barge, watching him go under the surface.

The way back to the Slat had felt surreal - for so many months, you had fantasised this to happen, but you hadn't actually believed it would happen. You had thought it would only exist in your fantasies. Maybe Kaz would get him dead if you asked, but to get a revenge on your sister yourself?

You had done it.

It was a feeling that filled you with so much pride, you had never felt anything like it. The way you felt when you were doing something right. Feeling pride from something like that would have been sick and deranged anywhere else, but in Ketterdam it was normal - you would never forget this day.

In the Slat, everyone fell silent the moment you and Kaz stepped in, your faces and clothes covered in blood. It was clear whose blood it was to everyone there - and some people cheered for it. Veta was loved within the Dregs, she was the sunshine among everything grim in Ketterdam, and many Dregs did miss her and wanted revenge to Marting. You both went upstairs to wash yourselves off the blood, and as you watched the red pour down the drain, you felt like you could finally say goodbye to Veta.

You just felt she was in peace now, and you could live your life knowing you avenged her.

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apollostears · 9 months

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𝑅𝑂𝑆𝐸𝑆 𝐴𝑁𝐷 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 # ！︎

❤︎ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆(𝐒): angsty, gojo goes to therapy bc yaga made it mandatory, maybe slight ooc!gojo

❤︎ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: gojo satoru x f!reader

✉︎ 𝑓𝑢𝑐𝑘, 𝑖𝑡'𝑠 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑎 𝑚𝑖𝑛. 𝘩𝑜𝑤 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑦'𝑎𝑙𝑙 ˀ︎ 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑔𝑢𝑦𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝘩𝑎𝑛𝑘𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑐𝑘𝑖𝑛 𝑎𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑑 ˂︎₃︎

“i made her cry,” gojo pauses with sad surprise, “how could i do that? how could i make her cry?”

there’s minimal noise inside the office gojo, and his therapist sits in. she sits unobstructed in front of him, a deep pink loveseat across from him. gojo’s sitting on a pale purple sofa, which looks like it’s freshly delivered—another thing he has noticed about his therapist.

her slightly tanned fingers are tapping against one another on one hand. the other is underneath her chin, eyes squinted at the guilt-ridden man. niko knows of gojo’s standing in the sorcerer world; she can see curses herself and comes from an old sorcerer family.

“the question is, ‘why did you do it?’”

gojo absolutely hated her voice though.

she always sounded like she was right. like no matter what gojo thought or felt about it, he could not deny it because it was true. like she knew him better than he did.

it pissed him off.

the strongest sorcerer shifted a smidge, a minute change in weight from one heel to another, but his therapist noted it. but the question made him uncomfortable because he knew. he knew why he tried his hardest to make you cry.

and it made him sick.

“i don’t know.”

lying was hard for gojo.

but only when it came to people who didn’t deserve it. like his therapist. usually, he gets through it pretty well, but he forgot to consider that his therapist might be a stalker. one that was specifically made for him.

a slight smirk appeared on her lips, “you’re lying.”

it made him really sick.

“to hurt her,” he spoke lowly and quickly, almost like he’d cursed your name.

gojo’s therapist had a brief flicker of surprise in her eyes. she had expected it to be because he was angry at you. not because he could. gojo noticed her fingers pressing a little tighter against one another; her taps a little longer than before.

the silence allowed the sorcerer to think back on his argument with you. now, he sees your anger as concern and your tears as frustration. he could admit that sometimes he was careless in his actions, which showed in his attitude towards life. you knew this.

you wanted him to know you knew this. that he would lose you if he didn’t care for his well-being a little more than normal. to show that he cared enough to get back to you.

instead, he hurled insults at you, most of them targeted at your strength, or lack thereof in his eyes. because who is stronger than him?

you were, actually. for putting up with and loving a man like him.

“i couldn’t stop. it was like seeing a cup spill, and you know you should pick it up, but there’s a moment where you just stare and let it spill,” gojo’s casually rambling now, “you let it spill because you say you’ll clean it up later, but sometimes there isn’t a later before someone slips and falls because of your mess. your spill.”

he pauses and licks his soft lips. his therapist watches, listening patiently and intently. her fingers stopped moving.

“and that’s what it felt like. a spill that i could have stopped but allowed to keep going. and she slipped and fell before i could clean up the mess.” it sounded like his voice was beginning to fill with emotion, so he stoped talking.

it was silent again, but the timer his therapist kept went off, signaling the end of the session. like a command, gojo found himself back on earth, no longer soaring aimlessly in his head. his shades covered his painfully blue eyes, but he felt like she could see the unshed tears in his waterline.

“if you love her gojo, you will do your best to clean your mess up. but understand that she is not obligated to forgive you, even when you apologize. i’m not sure what you said, but it seems terrible enough.” she moves back to her desk.

“you may be the strongest, but you’re the weakest regarding your own wants and needs. people need each other, satoru. you are still people.”

you are still people

yeah, and yet he wished he was nothing at all.

y’all watching the new season?

toji was really in his sorcerer serial killer bag 🤪

i truly missed y’all and i will have a more detailed explanation posted at a later date but until then, stay breezy!

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒. @kennyackermanswhore @chaoticevilbakugo @indiecursor @gabzlovesu @desiray562 @brownmochii @knjkitten @sweeneyblue1 @namjoonswifeyy @nyxeclipse @rubinocore @somerandompipzsxh @dabilovesme @histarean @hannas16 @caribbeanwifey19 @emonaculate @po3ticb3auty @waka-umm @wilsonsbuck @ctrlstar @jealousfuckingcunt @savagemickey03 @dukina @saintblk @sisnot @littlemochi @hoohoohope @ruubric @tor-tor8 @beautyfairykei @lilvampirina

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shieldofiron · 10 days

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When I first joined this fandom in late 2022, I had some traction with some stories. And some people reached out to see if I wanted to join a discord server that was owned by a person who at the time had over 1000 followers and posted quite frequently. She was popular, though she presented herself as much more popular than she was. Let’s call her Z.

I did not connect with everyone there, in fact I was uncomfortable for reasons I will go into in a moment, but there were some people I really did connect with, and I stayed to be close to them. And then one day, my closest friend there was kicked out of the space with little to no explanation. He begged the mods and Z, formerly his close friends, and was blocked. I combed the server, but I couldn’t find anything that he did that in my opinion was worth kicking him out. Then he began losing followers and receiving many hurtful and upsetting anons on his tumblr. Angry, because I suspected they had something to do with it, I stopped posting in there and later left. I was disgusted that this was going on and they were acting to my face like it wasn’t, and still sucking up to me about my stories. He said he was worried about me believing him, believing that whatever he did, he didn’t understand what it was. But having witnessed Z’s behavior in her server I had no problem believing it was her and her friends.

Z used to find fanfiction or art of ships that she didn’t like, and @ everyone in the server to come look at it, despite knowing it was extremely distressing for some members. If you protested that you had no issue with these ships in fiction but that maybe you didn’t want to see that on a Tuesday at work in the general chat, Z and her closest friends would harass you (me) to say that it was bad, and evil. She often called for people to unfollow these artists, or block users who she had found and showed to us without any participation on our part. Despite this she frequently became interested in dead dove subject matter, but it was always ok when she did it. Boundaries did not exist to her, except for the boundaries of her taste and how she thought the world should be. Z would routinely make jokes about sensitive subjects like trans rights, and let's just say it felt like it wasn’t her place. But don’t worry, Z would say, I have friends who are [joke she had made] [from country she had insulted] so it’s fine. There’s only so many times you can hear a joke like that and not wonder why it’s being made over and over. If you were offended, everything was a joke, or there was something you didn’t understand.

This server was a deeply uncomfortable space. Many times I felt harassed over my politics, over my opinions in fiction, and it was often easier to just swallow this. When I met my friends there, they showed courage standing up for themselves and I am so glad that I found them. With them, my experiences of this fandom lightened enormously. Z and her friends had made me so paralyzed, paranoid and unhappy. I had been afraid to even talk about my race however tangentially. I was afraid to make posts against anti behavior, because they had so twisted the way I thought the Billy fandom would perceive them. Thankfully I do not think that the majority of the fandom agrees with her views.

Z apparently has been presenting harassing my friend as a misunderstanding. Perhaps the misunderstanding is that she thinks any of this is harmless. Misunderstandings can be overcome, discussed, apologized for. If someone is confused, you can explain, you can be civil. There was no discussion.

Z made no effort, except to further talk about him and others behind their backs. She never reached out to clear anything up at any time. Her excuses when she made them were frankly shocking. And she never explained to me why my friend was so dangerous, but hid behind fake apologies and more popular friends, lying to my face like things were all good. My friend made a post when he felt safe with her username and the username of another person who harassed him. My friends that I kept from that server are the bravest people I know who understand that reputation means nothing if you can’t look at your own actions with conviction. And Z went away for a time.

Until I earlier this year, I was invited to a very large Billy server. Immediately I was confused by a user I had seemingly never seen before who had me blocked. It was Z, with a new name. She had me blocked until she saw me interacting positively with a very popular artist. Then I somehow became unblocked. Which was very interesting. I came to find that she was very close friends with them or tried to be. She appeared to be very close with the owner of the server too.

I was obviously wary but who knows. People can change. I really believe that. Unfortunately I do not believe that she has changed yet.

All of her old behavior was back as was my paranoia and fear. And it appeared that, emboldened by her friendship with the owner of the server and others, she felt safe going even further. Here was finally what she had craved, a large platform and popularity to continue her previous behavior. I later came to find out that the owner of the server had her own issues with bullying others, twisting the truth, and other, much more serious things. They showed the same character that Z always did, sweet to my face and sour behind everyone’s back. Yet again people said that they worried they wouldn’t be believed. They were afraid of the fandom famous people who were their friends.

Perhaps it’s just me, but if I had been called out in the past for bullying a trans person online I would distance myself from any appearance of transphobia or bullying or lying. Not Z. She in fact announced that she would bully the mods and “everyone” in the server when people joined. I am not paraphrasing, she said he was a bully so often that it was almost comical. She openly said she was an anti when someone confronted her over AGAIN trying to publicly shame authors and create mass unfollowing campaigns. There were no or minimal consequences for this. She would casually bring up the same old jokes and dogwhistles that she used to, uglier with time, and to me pathetically stripped of anything that could have excuse them.

Nobody told me these things. I saw it with my own eyes. But still, somehow, she was the hero, the popular beloved person in every story. I was afraid because she had very powerful friends. Or at least she pretended she did. Because she was friends with a server owner who hurt people I cared about. I am still afraid now. But I’d rather do it afraid for my friends than watch this happen.

I would give up every stupid note on every stupid meme if it meant trans people, and all vulnerable people, felt safe in fandom spaces. I am tired of dishonest communication and trying to play some stupid game I never fucking cared about. If some popular person wants to crush me like a grape for believing my friends, they can go ahead and do it already.

Everybody wants to be liked, everybody wants to be believed. There’s nothing wrong with wanting to be liked. But I’m done waiting for people to believe me or like me. I’m done waiting for people to wake up and take a look in the mirror. To explain and to deign themselves to listen. I believe in my friends. I believe my eyes, and I believe in my own convictions. That’s enough for me.

I believe people can change. I hope they do. But I hope they do away from vulnerable people who they can hurt carelessly.

I’m not blocking you. Clean up your own mess.

#fandom wank #but is it tho #harringrove #fandom discourse #applewillowstone #flashwaves #harringrovepolls

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shoddynomenclature · 2 months

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Minthara’s New Dialogue

I’m pissed about Minthara’s new dialogue when Durge chooses to deny Bhaal, and I’m making it everyone problem.

Anyway, here’s Wonderwall.

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Minthara stood outside the door to Durge’s new room at the Elfsong Tavern. Up until that night, they’d been sharing the room that now belonged only to Minthara.

It was late, but she’d found herself completely unable to relax. She didn’t sleep, but even her attempts to trance were only filled with regret of what had happened the previous day. Durge, lying dead on an alter of Bhaal before her. The rage that clawed its way up her throat. The way that rage shot out of her when Durge’s body had come back to life.

Her words had been cruel; hypocritical, even. But even that did not explain the regret and remorse that plagued her now. She didn’t know why, but it possessed her entire being. She was able to think of nothing else but that moment, played over and over in her mind.

She had never been one to hand out apologies. Even when she knew she was in the wrong she never sought to “make it right”. Why should she care if someone was pissed with her? Everyone in her life had been disposable. Everyone except Durge.

That is why, she supposed, she had come in the dead of night to darken her former lover’s doorstep.

She lightly tapped the door with two knuckles before cracking it open to checking to see if Durge was still awake.

They were, as she suspected they would be. Sleep was a rarity for them even on the best of days. Minthara stepped into the room without awaiting further invitation.

“What do you want? Have you come to berate me further?” The words came like a spit of acid. “Perhaps you have come to cull the weakest soldier from your ranks. Well I think I’ve had quite enough of your commentary for one day. Leave me.”

Minthara stood, rigid and unmoving. She has expected nothing short of fury from Durge, and yet she was still taken off guard.

“I have come to offer an apology,” she swallowed. “My behavior today was unacceptable, regardless of the circumstances and for that I apologize.”

Durge laughed. “When Scratch gets into the camp supplies and eats all the salami, it is ‘unacceptable behavior.’ What you have done to today is nothing short of monstrous.”

Minthara shifted slightly. She didn’t have a response prepared.

Durge broke the silence. “I thought you, of all people would understand. A deserter of both the spider queen and the absolute who found her power in godlessness. A lost child of House Baenre, the most powerful house in the underdark. And yet you see fit to lecture me about inheritance and power that I failed to collect at the cost of my own freedom. I thought maybe after all the nights you spent with me, sobbing against my urge to spill your blood you might understand why I must be rid of him. But I see now you’d rather have me a powerful slave than as I am.”

The room was silent again. Durge did not look at her, settling instead for continuing to arrange the room that would now belong to them alone.

“You know, perhaps if it had just been an unjustified outburst, I could have forgiven you. I could have looked past the hypocrisy, the accusations that defying my father made weak and unworthy,” they spoke again. “Perhaps if you had only called me stupid and weak, we could be allies once more. But you couldn’t stop there, could you? You couldn’t just insult what you perceived to be a lack of power, you had to make me feel used. As if this entire relationship was purely a tactical ruse.”

Minthara’s mouth worked faster than her mind. Before she could even think it through she blurted, “even now you cannot deny what a powerful force we were together.”

The words made Tav snap their head around to look Minthara in the eyes. “Don’t you dare try and dismiss my feelings with talk of strategy. I will not deny I was that I was drawn to you for the same reason you were drawn to me: because I thought you a powerful ally. But I do not share my bed with people just because they are ‘powerful allies.’ I do not learn about their favorite dishes and go out of my way to gather rare ingredients. I do not black out my own windows just so our home can be an oasis of darkness in this all too bright world. I do not rub their back and whisper sweet words to them as I hold them through nightmares. And I sure as hell don’t risk my own life in 1 on 1 duels with my own sister just for the sliver of hope that they could walk through this world a little less scared!” Durge’s eyes brimmed with tears and their bottom lip quivered. “You were so much more than a ‘powerful ally’ to me, Minthara. I did not love you because you were a matron of house Baenre. I did not love you because you were on the council of the dead three. I did not love you for the power I sought to gain from you. I loved you because you were my Minthara. My love for you may not have been a force that would save the world, but it did not make it less real or important. Power is not the only thing worth having. I would have gladly died by your side if it meant I could do so knowing that you loved me as I have loved you. If death was the only place we could be together, my dedication to you would not have faltered.”

Minthara stood in shock. She couldn’t not bring herself to move for fear that she may collapse onto the floor in a pathetic pile of tears.

“You will go to bed alone tonight, the bed we once shared, and you will sleep by yourself. And when you long for the comforts of home, you will not wake to find arrangements of mushrooms at your bedside. When forgotten moments of the past creep into your mind, and you reach for someone to hold you, you will find nothing but empty air. You will be alone and you will find it is not my ‘power’ that you truly miss.”

#I know deep in my heart she loves durge regardless of their choices #I’m gonna stay pissed about it #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 tav #bg3 minthara #minthara #minthara x tav #minthara x durge #bg3 durge #durge #dark urge #bg3 dark urge #minthara baenre #minthara x dark urge #bg3 spoilers

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terr1ble-lie · 7 months

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Mind reader

i usually post on wattpad and use tumblr for reading or speaking my mind, so sorry my followers who just see this

Patrick Bateman x fem!reader

WARNINGS: smut/NSFW, dubcon, degredation, forced proximity. the mains ones, if you think i should add any more let me know <3

you and bro are trapped in a elevator/lift together. you hate him, he hates you. but he always knows how to pass the time.

(It’s been to long since I’ve seen this movie, so bare with. read through once or twice but there probs still a few mistakes)

You and Patrick Bateman had never gotten along. You were all he hated in a woman. Strong minded, opinionated, *a human being opposed to an object*. Good thing for him, you hated him just as much. Objectively at least. But you’d be lying if you said you didn’t get something out of his controlling and rude nature. Though you’d never admit that to yourself. It’s everything you stand against. But that was half of the appeal…

Much to your utter disgust, and no doubt his own, you two were stuck in an elevator together. It had stopped working between floors. And you two would be in here for at least an hour. Or so the mechanic on the emergency call told you.

“Just my damn luck..”

You annoyedly mumbled to yourself. Running your fingers through your hair.

“You read my mind”

the words uttered from his pampered mouth held no emotion whatsoever. It wasn’t a surprise.

“I can’t think of anything I’d want less in all fairness. Reading your mind would no doubt drive me to jump until the damn lift drops”

*here we go again…*

“The fact that you 're even considering that means you’ve thought about it at least once.”

He sounded smug, like catching you in a lie. Though you didn’t let it show how much such a small comment got on your nerves

“It’s not like there’s much to think about when we are trapped together in such a small space”

You grumbled. mind spiralling to try and distract you from your current circumstances though it wasn't much of a distracting, judging by the fact your eyes locked straight onto him. A hungry gaze masked by judgement wandered over to his slightly taller, and a lot broader, body. You were stood leaning against the closed door. He was standing straight on the other side, no more than 3 ft between the two of you. Of course this was a perfect opportunity to check him out, not like he’d get anything but an unnecessary ego boost from it.

Your eyes dragged over him from head to toe. Lingering on the way his tailored slacks tighten over his toned thighs. You wondered how much the man could lift. But the thought was soon pushed from your mind as your eyes landed on another part the pants strained against.

letting your gaze stay in his bulge for longer than you were willing to admit to yourself. You felt like the type of people you so despised. Checking others out as if they were a freshly cooked steak. You took your self disgust as a cue to avert your ever-more interested eyes.

But that glance was all you needed for your mind to spin.

Sadly, said glance was also all he needed too.

“You’re as a subtle as a brick”

He broke the silence. Your face immediately flushing, albeit subtly. Ironic.

“Don’t pretend I haven’t caught you getting more than an eyeful of all the women in this office. They should put you on a damn leash”

she retorted. Shifting in her stance to cross one ankle over the other as her back arched off the door in return. Your poor shirt straining against your full chest at the movement. The small gaps in the fabric give a clear enough view to see the ash grey bra you wore. This time it was the bateman's hungry eyes drinking in the sight.

“Dressing for comfort over appearances? Maybe you're not as much of a slut as I thought”

You scoffed at his comment. Running her hand through her hair once more before responding, reluctantly.

“Proving my damn point”

“I never said I didn’t. Keep up.”

You felt your fists clench in self restraint as he continued nonchalantly insulting you. One of the many reasons you fantasised about the man begging for mercy from you. In any and all ways. Who could blame you though, right?

Entertaining him with a response would both add to your annoyance and his smugness, so you decided against it. The fact he continued shouldn’t have been a surprise. And this time he took a step closer.

“You should wear lace tomorrow. Black, balconette style. Easier on the eyes”

He quips. It did nothing but make your damn blood boil. you were always quick to react.

“Do you ever shut the fuck up?”

The scoff scoff drew a twitch from his eye. It was barely noticeable but enough to make her feel proud for getting a reaction.

“I was thinking the same about you. Although I’m sure it would be easy enough to make you”

“What do you m-“

You were cut off by a strong hand lacing in your hair and tugging you to the side sharply. Your head kept to the left, the side of your neck exposed. And much to your surprise, the movement drew a involuntary whimper from her throat

“hmm.”

he took another step closer so his body kept you cornered against the door of the lift. His grip tightening in your hair and pulling you down further. your hands darting up the grab his wrist in a feeble attempt to get away from him

“Get your damn hands off you me you sick bastard-“

you were once again cut off. His free hand strikes you hard across the face and draws another, more pained whimper from her. A grimace formed on your lips as the sting flooded the sensitive flesh of your cheek. And you glared up at him.

He showed nothing. Not even a smirk. And despite it all, the dreaded ache of arousal coiled in the dip of your pelvis in a way you've never felt before.

Your breath was heavier, hotter. And then he finally chuckled. It was mocking with nothing real behind it. More a show of dominance than anything else.

“This will pass time I guess. Kneel, whore”

You whined in response to his venom laced words. Shaking your head as much as you could with his grip still in your hair, as strong as it was. To nobody’s amazement, this didn’t sit well with the man.

He wrapped a leg to coil around yours before giving you a sharp jab in the back of the knee with his heel. Taking a swift step back to give you enough room to fall to your knees. His hand never leaves your hair for even a second.

“I can see it in your eyes. Dont lie to me.”

Before your protests could leave your mind, he’d already unzipped and unbuttoned his slacks. Freeing his almost concerningly hard erection. He really was getting off on forcing this out of you. And to your disgust, you were too.

Without a second thought you presented your open mouth for fucking. Your rational thought now completely clouded by arousal and you accepted this was in fact happening. And he accepted the invitation with open arms, and legs. Invading your mouth with his painfully large cock.

You gagged, the result of his negligent speed of thrusting into your mouth and instantly hitting the back of your throat.

the feeling of your throat tightening around him in attempts to purge him of your insides was almost euphoric. Expressing his pleasure in an almost inaudible grunt.

He used his grip on your locks to guide your head to meet his thrusts. Beginning to fuck your face as if you were nothing but a toy to him. And it suited you. That was all you were to the tall, brunette businessman taking advantage of your less and savoury kinks.

His pace increased. The spare, large and veined hand of his bracing himself against the door of the elevator you were once leant on. your satisfyingly tight throat meeting every snap of his hips.

You moaned around him. The depraved noise sends a subtle vibration right through him.

“Do that again..-“

He spoke between the heavy breaths synced with his thrusts. And you knew it wasn't a polite request. And you happily, instinctively obliged. More moans being forced from your Pre-cum soaked throat.

He never lost control of his thrusts. The only thing he gave as warning of his climax was the distended groan he let out before his grip on your hair tightened very painfully. Soon your throat was warmed and coated in ribbons of cum. And he glared down at you. A silent demand you followed almost eagerly. Taking great care to keep your eyes locked with his as you swallowed every last drop. within two attempts. It was difficult while he was still in your mouth.

He removed his cock eventually after he was satisfied you’d taken him fully. And as quickly as it all happened, his tailored slacks were zipped up once more and his back was against the far lift wall.

Your jaw was left aching. Your expensive lipstick smudged down your chin and mascara gathering at the corner of your eyes. But you stood. The action of you standing made you realise the lift was moving up again. That trademark ding ringing out as you finish readjusting your skirt.

You turned around just as the door slid open. Wordlessly pushing past the people crowded around waiting to see if you were both ok. You hoped you walked fast enough that your ruined makeup looked like the blur of movement.

But Just before you were out of earshot, you heard that painfully familiar voice ring out from behind you

“Maybe you couldn’t read my mind but I sure as hell read yours”

You hated that he was right.

#fanfiction #horror movies #patrick bateman #patrick bateman x reader #american psycho #patrick bateman x female reader #patrick bateman x you #first fanfic in a long time and written for my friend #im so sorry this exsists lmao

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heliads · 3 months

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first of all i just wanted to say that i’m actually in love with your writing and i can’t wait to read more from you!! anyway i was thinking of some good ol’ peter hayes x fem!reader where they were both in candor together and hated each others GUTS, but then when they transferred to dauntless, peter starts developing feelings for reader so he follows her around like some puppy but she’s still on the peter-hate-train. maybe also like he starts talking to some other female dauntless initiate and stops giving reader as much attention and she finally realizes that she likes him

(this is such a long request i’m so sorry)

thank you so much!!

'Bad Liars' - peter hayes

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Starting out life on your own terms. A fresh page, a blank slate. This is why you decided to switch factions in your Choosing Ceremony, why you agreed to never see your family again except by something as meager as coincidence. Friends, neighbors, blood relations, all left behind with one swipe of a knife against your palm. It’s worth it, though. Running through the streets of your city like your world is on fire, you’re free for the first time in your memory. It’s just you in this new, grand place they call Dauntless.

Well, you and Peter Hayes.

Of all the people to come here with you, of course your fellow transfer from Candor would be Peter. Bold, callous Peter. Peter, who’s had it out for you since you were kids. No child should know that much bitter hatred, but the two of you have been arch rivals since you were small. You’d be lying if you said that leaving him behind didn’t factor into your decision to transfer from Candor to Dauntless even a little bit, but yet here he is anyway. Turns out you couldn’t run that far from him after all.

To you, it makes perfect sense that if Peter Hayes had to go anywhere, he would go to Dauntless. All throughout his time at Candor, for as long as you can remember Peter, he had been crafting his words to inflict as much misery as possible. In the eyes of the faction leaders, anything he said was fair game so long as he was telling the truth, and Peter did just that. He told his truth, which was precisely like reality except warped to cause as much hurt as he dared.

Peter’s words were honed to a knife’s sharpness, easier for drawing blood than the syringes of your faction’s truth serum. Of course he would go here, where bullets are no longer how he shapes his syllables to spike into your throat but a real thing. Why bother with figurative pain if you can produce the genuine article?

The two of you had ended up here for precisely opposite reasons. Peter wanted to hurt, you wanted to fight back. Candor is full of self-righteous bullies who believe they’re doing the right thing by being uncommonly cruel to anyone they pass. In Dauntless, everyone is finally on a level playing field. If someone insults you, you fight them, and no amount of callous words can save you then. Talk is nothing if you can’t back it up with prowess. For someone who had to swallow plenty of poison back in Candor, Dauntless is like a holiday.

However, the one thing that makes your paradise fall short is the fact that Peter decided to come here with you. He had made his decision independently of you, of course, but you’re still infuriated about the whole affair. This was supposed to be your fresh start, your one chance to escape your past and become something no one expected of you. That’s the whole point of the Choosing Ceremony, isn’t it? To kill off the old you and transform into the best version of yourself?

That had been your plan, at least, and then Peter had made his choice. You wouldn’t go anywhere but Dauntless even if your entire faction transferred over here, but it did complicate things. You had hoped that you and Peter would always end up on opposite sides of the room, then opposite ends of the faction, and never come in contact again, but as per usual, it looks like Peter isn’t much inclined to follow your whims.

From the first day alone, you knew he was going to be trouble. You were one of the first to jump, fresh off the exhilaration of the free fall plunge from the top of the roof, and reeling in the lingering aftereffects of your largest adrenaline rush to date while waiting for the jumpers to take their turns off the edge. The room was crowded, more so with each new jumper to make their move, yet somehow in all that chaos, Peter managed to find you. It didn’t bode well for the remainder of initiation, to say the least.

You had been hoping that the two of you could exchange silent, wary eye contact and then move on, your past shattered and gone for good, but instead Peter wove his way through the throngs of people and came to a stop by your side.

“Look who we have here,” he says, drawing the words out, “Y/N L/N. I never thought you’d have the guts to come here.”

“And I always thought you’d be too much of a coward to leave Candor,” you reply. “Looks like we were both wrong.”

Peter’s eyes widen and he chuckles, evidently not expecting your retort. “Careful, L/N. Didn’t know you had such a sharp tongue.”

“You’ve known me for years,” you say, eyeing him coldly. “If you didn’t know that, you’re about to be very surprised indeed. I hope you didn’t set your hopes on making first place in initiation, Hayes, or you’re going to be sorely disappointed.”

Up ahead, one of the initiation leaders is calling for the trainees to fall in after him. You take this opportunity to breeze past Peter, who’s standing there and staring openly, mouth agape. You’ve put up with his bullshit for many years now, always taking it silently in fear of jeopardizing your position in your faction, but no longer. You’re on even footing again for the first time in a very long time, and you have absolutely no intention of ever caving to Peter Hayes again.

For Peter, it seems, your decision is a very rude awakening. You immediately fling yourself into the intricacies of fighting and running and shooting, which causes you to rise quickly through the ranks of initiates, much to Peter’s chagrin. Although he’ll tell anyone in earshot that he’s only letting you do so well because he thinks it’s funny to watch you struggle, you can see the panic in Peter’s eyes when you crush one fight after another. You meant what you said, after all. It’s first place or nothing, and you don’t intend on settling for anything where Peter’s concerned.

Your rivalry becomes just as well known among your new friends in Dauntless as it was back in Candor. Hardly a day goes by without you and Peter getting in each other’s way, whether it be slamming each other into the ground during a fighting match in the ring or running yourselves ragged in an attempt to be faster, stronger, better. It’s like you can’t get away from him.

Everywhere you go, Peter is there too. Staying late after initiation to get some more practice with throwing knives, he just so happens to choose the target right beside you. Walking over to the training gym in the middle of the night because you can’t sleep and might as well use the empty hours to improve, Peter seems to have the same bright idea to practice with the punching bags even despite the midnight hour. You don’t like the fact that Peter seems to have such a good knack for telling when you’re awake or asleep, you have half a mind that he might get frustrated of the close competition and take you out while you were sleeping, but he’s never gone that far.

Your friends seem to have a different view of the whole affair. Every time you complain to them about Peter never letting you have a moment’s peace, Tris and Christina, your closest friends in initiation, just exchange knowing looks and begin to tease you. They seem convinced that Peter doesn’t hate you but actually harbors a crush, which is beyond you. There’s no earthly way that Peter likes you. The two of you have despised each other since before you could talk. The whole idea is absurd.

Still, if you were nothing more than an unknowing bystander, you supposed you could see how the situation might be misconstrued. A lifetime of truth-telling in you has to admit that maybe it is a little suspicious that you and Peter can’t seem to go an hour or two without running into each other, that Peter is both your greatest threat and the object of your every waking thought. It’s just because you want to beat him so badly, of course. Of course. If it weren’t, though. If you were thinking of him not because of hatred but for something more–

You wouldn’t. You would never be so foolish. This is how Peter wins, by twisting his way inside your mind until you’re second-guessing every single thing he does, and you’d die before you let him win. If he’s willing to play the game, though, you’ll do anything to beat him at his own technique, so you up the ante and repeat it right back to him.

Sarcastic comments slip from your tongue whenever you see him. When Four takes the initiates out on guided runs, you make sure you’re jogging right by Peter the whole time, your pace steadily increasing until both of you end each race at a sprint. The rest of the trainees have learned to leave two targets side by side for you two whenever it’s time for sharpshooting practice, and heaven help the hapless initiate who asks one of you to spar as if the other wasn’t standing right there, guarding their territory.

It doesn’t mean anything, though. You still hate Peter to the ends of the earth, and everyone around you had better know it, too. You despise him as much as it’s physically possible for a human being to hate anyone, but then he starts spending a lot of time with someone else, and suddenly the hatred is far harder to come by than it ever was, and you’re not sure what to do with yourself at all.

He’s spending time with another girl. Which isn’t bad, of course. He’s got friends. You do too. But. One time at dinner, you heard Tris saying that he’s looking at the girl the same way he used to look at you, and she wasn’t talking about hate, and you cannot tell whether you were supposed to deny that he’d ever done anything but hate you or be furious at this new girl for stealing his attention away from you, so you didn’t answer at all. You didn’t sleep a wink that night, and gave up a few hours in to try and train some more. He didn’t follow. He always follows. Not this time, though, and when you came back, he was quietly whispering with the other girl. Hatching sinister plans, no doubt, or planning to stab someone in the back. He didn’t even look at you when he came in. It was like he didn’t even care.

You feel sick to your stomach. You intentionally ask other trainees to spar in the ring– look, Peter isn’t the only one capable of moving on– but it’s like he doesn’t even notice. You want to slam your hands against his chest and shout in his face, do anything to make him look at you, but instead you stay sullen and quiet and pretend like nothing has changed even though everything, everything, has.

It hits you, about two weeks later, what the problem is. Like a lightning strike in the dark of night, all of a sudden you know, a knowledge that had been blank and absent before but totally unavoidable now. You like Peter. Hell, you might even love him, if you gave him that chance in your heart. Peter might have liked you, but you brushed him off for so long that he moved on.

It hurts like a jagged hole in your heart. Someone has reached inside and broken your ribs to claw this feeling out from where you’ve so cleverly hidden it, and there’s no disguising the horror of the wound now. You couldn’t escape it if you tried.

You found out this truth about yourself in the middle of a Dauntless party, and it kills your mood completely. You can’t stand the loud music or flashing lights anymore, so you put down your half-empty cup on one of the debris-strewn surfaces and make your way out. No one notices you leave. You’re a ghost on the outskirts of a celebration of life, and there is nothing here for you anymore.

You wander until you end up on the bridge overlooking the pit near the center of the Dauntless complex. You stand as close to the edge as you can, hands gripping the flimsy railing until you’re not sure your fingers could peel away from the rusting metal if you tried. If you’d felt any buzz from the party at all, you’ve sobered up by now. You have no idea how long you’ve been standing here, skin chilled by the drafts of the pit, and then a voice sounds from behind you, and you’re abruptly dragged back to reality once more.

“I thought you’d be back in there with the rest,” Peter says, coming to a stop beside you.

You don’t dare to look at him, opting instead to keep your eyes firmly trained on the drop over the edge of the pit. “I could say the same thing about you.”

Peter sounded genuinely curious when he asked, but your tone is harsher, colder. You still haven’t forgiven him for moving on just when you realized that you liked him, and it’s leaching into your voice. Peter chuckles even still. “No, not me. The best part just left.”

You risk a glance his way, and to your surprise, he’s looking at you. “Are you being honest with me, Peter?” You ask.

His face twists into chagrin. “Looks like we can’t beat the Candor out of ourselves after all, even despite all the training sessions we’ve pulled. I’ve tried, though.”

“You’ve done a good job,” you muse. “It’s me who needs to be fixed the most.”

Peter’s brow furrows. “What are you talking about?”

You shake your head. Maybe you weren’t as sober as you thought. “Never mind. It doesn’t matter.”

“Says who?” Peter asks plainly. “I’m here, aren’t I?”

You regard him suspiciously. “You haven’t always.”

Peter has the grace to look embarrassed. “I’ve done things I regret.”

“I don’t believe you,” you say, and laugh to hide your heartbreak. “I know you, Peter Hayes. I know what you do. I’m not falling for it. Not again.”

“It worked before?” Peter asks, genuinely surprised. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

This time you do laugh for real. “Why would I? And give you another weakness to exploit?”

Peter flinches as if you’ve slapped him. “I deserve that, probably, but I’ve been trying to be better.”

“Why?” You ask. “You’ve never cared what I thought, and you certainly don’t care about being better. Nothing about you makes sense, Peter. You’ve got a girl back there in the party who’s probably looking for you now, but instead you’re trying to apologize to me. You’ve never cared about that before.”

“But I do now,” Peter says, voice unexpectedly strong. When he turns the force of his gaze back on you again, you feel totally rooted in place, unable to move even if you wanted to. And, when he starts to move closer to you, one hand coming to rest on top of your fingers, you’re not sure that you do. “I do care. I’ve been trying to tell you that for weeks.”

“I thought you were excellent at telling the truth,” you whisper.

“So did I,” Peter replies. Hesitates, then says, “Only other people’s truth, it turns out. You were always my best secret. I wanted to keep you the most.”

Your breath sticks to your lungs, refusing to grant you release. None of this makes sense. Peter would never– But he is now, standing in front of you, telling you as much as he can. Peter still wants you. It’s up to you if you want him, too.

After everything he’s done to you over the years, you owe him nothing at all. He’s hurt you more times than you could count. When you’re cold, bitterly cold, freezing down to the bone with no way of rescue save your own rough and ragged principles, you burn everything around you. Clothes, shoes, furniture. Even people. Peter burned you, and so severe was the flame of your mutual hatred that it made it impossible for anything to grow between the two of you but a jealous wrath.

Peter has left the cold of Candor and traded in his shivering bones for Dauntless’ natural warmth, and now he finally has the room to put out the fire again. He’s stamped out the inferno, or tried to, at least; but upon inspecting the last flattened spark, Peter can’t tell if he went too far. It is immensely difficult for him to discern if he has left anything of you but char and ash.

What could have been a beautiful thing went up in smoke the moment he first raised a harsh word against you. Peter loves the truth, loves most of all to twist it, but in the end, the truth cannot help him here. Peter knows what he wants the truth to be, but the truth is no substitute for reality. It is up to you if you can ever forgive him, and no amount of pretty words on Peter’s end can change that.

It’s up to you, and for the first time since you came to Dauntless, you know precisely what you want. “I know what you mean,” you tell him carefully.

Peter’s face cracks in a tentative smile. “You know? So you–”

“I do,” you interrupt. “I like you, Peter.”

You have seen Peter furious, filled with righteous vengeance. You’ve seen him bloody and bruised on the other end of a sparring ring. You thought that the brightest emotion you’d ever see on him was the pure flame of hatred, but it turns out there’s one thing better than wrath, and that’s sheer, incandescent joy. He wears it now like the finest of luxuries, and you decide that you’d like to see it many times again. As it turns out, you’ll have plenty of chances.

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twistedwonderlandobsession · 3 months

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˖° ࣪⊹ The Call ⊹ ࣪° ˖

Type: fluff/angst

Character(s): Sebek

Format: Oneshot

Catagory: x reader

!!WARNINGS!!: Implied violence

Sebek paced the room back and fourth the cheap immitation wood while glancing twords the phone lying directly top of her comforter on the perfectly made bed. Sighing exasperatedly whilst crossing his arms over for a few more impatient seconds while crossing and storming towards his bed and picking up her phone. Shaking it frustratedly like he was choking i the device before dropping the rectangle onto her bed. Pointing to it accusationaly while leaning down and getting into its face or rather screen like that was going to do something. Raising his voice as if commanding the machine.

“CALL YOU INSIGNIFICANT HUMAN!"

Silver from across the room let out a scoff at this melodramatic display. That he foud quite ridiculous, almost to the point of being comediac. Lifting his sleepy head a bit better while commenting, quirking a single brow upwards slight while telting his head to the side slightly, her lips pressed into a line. sending a “really” look to the uptight future night.

“That won't accomplish anything."

Sebek huffed at him, stomping his foot slightly before sending a glare Silver's way. Usually he wuldnt have acted this was since he considered it to be a tad childish and un-knightly not to mention shamefull to Waka-sama but this was his room and there was no one to judge his strange behavior. Reaching across his bed and grabbing one of the few pillows on her bed. Flinging it hard twords Silver.

“SHUT UP!’

Silver tilted to the left slightly tiredly and unnecessarily to avoid the rouge pillow that had been thrown twords him quite poorly for sebek considering that it hadnt even been in the general vicinity of her slouched form on a bean bag, instead hitting the wall right next to the tv. Glancing to the tv that was now stable after the brutal attack.

“Your aim was horrid. Perhaps you should go train."

He huffed at his reply. Now was not the time to train. The human was late to their scheduled phone call. Making exaggerated gestures while speaking a bit too loudly.

'"Now is not the time to train! The human is late.”

Humming in thought of course silver just had to comment, she might burst into flames if she didnt, well he may have said er- well thought it was a comment but it was more like a observation. He hated when he was right.

“You must be quite fond of the prefect to wait this long."

Silver said sleepily while trying to resist the urge to close his eyes. Though Sebek being the stubborn man he was refused, even as his cheeks were tinted with pink at the mere thought of them.

“Of course not."

However Silver just shrugged, lowering his head while Sebek sighed impatiently, turning once more twords her phone. Pressing the power button just once seing the time being 6:43 with his painfully empty notification center directly underneath. Staring emptily at the screen while dozing off, his thoughts suddenly broken by questioning of silver.

“You have that look again...What? Daydreaming of walking with them in the forest or somethin?”

Sebek hadnt bothered to respond to this last retort. Why hasn't they called yet? They aways called by now. Is something wrong? Did something happen? Are they mad? Are they mad at me? What could i have done? Was it something i said? Did i offend them? Did i insult them? Are they just bored? Are they done with me?

Seeing this struggle could practically hear his overwhelming thoughts so he stopped trying to fall asleep. Sighing slightly while closing her book. Trying his very best at being reassuring twords him not being the best at it,but trying.

“They'll call. Im sure they will.”

Sebek nodded reluctantly, forcing himself to turn away from the rectangle she had been awaiting a call from. Maybe he was being overprotective clingy and obnoxious, but it was nice to have someone to talk to for once. So he had become a bit expectant…but he really enjoyed their company, though he would dial this back a bit..one call would be ok to miss….

Little did he know of the body laying outside of school in the bushes.

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neonghostlights · 11 months

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A/N: I don’t even want to talk about the writing process for this chapter. It was rough. I deleted and rewrote this probably three times. I ended up leaving this one a little short, next chapter will have more to it and give some answers.

Summary: You haven’t been the same since you woke up in the hospital with memory loss after the earthquake hit Hawkins. When strange things start happening and you feel like you’ve started losing your mind, a group of strangers offer to help. Even though you’ve never met them before, they seem to know you better than you think.

Warnings: Mention of nightmares, cussing, mention of overbearing mom, mention of dead parent/grief, use of painkillers/pills, 18+ only, MINORS DNI

Word Count: 2.8k

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Part Ten

October 15th, 1986

The wooden floorboards creaked and moaned as you stumbled out of bed. You didn’t even bother to process the dreams you had before immediately reaching for the painkillers prescribed for your constantly pounding head.

Once the pills were swallowed down with an adequate amount of water, you made your way to the kitchen, itching for some coffee to warm you up.

There were no plans for the day. You were off work and your schedule was clear. Your moms car sat outside, shiny and ready to go. She had left it for you to use while she was out of town, as long as you didn’t wreck it, which you promised you wouldn’t.

You may have felt like shit this morning, and the nightmares may have been a little too real, but the promise of freedom sitting in the driveway right outside your front door put a little more pep in your step.

The soft rays of early morning sun shone through the wispy white curtains of the kitchen windows. They set a whimsical feeling to your home. All you wanted for this house was to make it something your grandma would have been proud of. It was a shame that the house belonged to your mom and not you. There was the constant nagging in the back of your head that your mom could pull the house out from underneath you at any point in time.

Times like these made you remember how much you loved living alone and having your freedom. You could never get away with standing in the kitchen in your pajamas, hair a mess with dishes in the sink at your moms house.

You could already hear the carefully crafted remarks that she had perfected to almost sound like they weren’t insults.

You took another sip of your coffee, washing away the demeaning voice in your head. Today you weren’t going to mope.

You thought maybe you could stop by the library until you remembered how it was destroyed in the quake. And it wasn’t like you could make the drive to Indianapolis to see what they had up there. Your mom was definitely the type to check the mileage on the car as soon as she got back.

You tapped your nail against the kitchen counter as you thought. It had been so long since you had gone anywhere besides work or home that you had forgotten what all was out there in the world.

The park in town should still be nice this time of year. You could take your walkman and some tapes with you and enjoy the fresh air. Plus, the leaves were beautiful now that they were different shades of red and orange.

After you got dressed, you grabbed your walkman and dug around your room for your tapes. You were able to get your hand on a couple you had lying around but for some reason it felt like you used to have a lot more.

You grabbed a blanket to sit on when you got to the park before pausing in the kitchen and grabbing the mystery tape that you had found on your front porch the other day. It had stayed in the back of your mind since you found it and left it to collect dust in a drawer.

Now was as good a time as ever to listen to it. And if there was anything weird on it then it would most likely make it less creepy if you listened to it outside of the house.

You took a deep breath and threw open the front door before stepping out onto the porch and immediately frowning.

It was fucking cold.

Well, not cold really. But there was definitely an autumn chill in the air that had goosebumps rising on your arms. Your thin shirt and jeans were not going to protect the cool air.

You weighed your options. You could turn around, admit defeat, and spend the day curled up on your couch. Or you could drive over to your moms house and grab your sweater and jackets that you hadn’t brought with you when you moved.

You sighed, glancing over your shoulder at the couch behind you like it would speak up and tell you to come back inside where it was safe.

When you had first moved out, your mom had tried to limit how much you took from your room. Her reasoning was that if you ended up moving back in with her it would be less things for you to carry. That was months ago though, and you had managed to live on your own even after suffering from your injury. The only way she could get you to move back now was if she dragged you out, even then you would put up a fight.

You really didn’t want to go to her house today. But the bright side of doing this now was that your mom wouldn’t be at her house to watch over you while you got your stuff.

Plus you had a key. Now was probably your best chance.

That was enough to have you climbing into the car and making the drive to your moms house.

When you arrived, you wasted no time beelining it from the car to the front door before one of the neighbors could notice you and stop you for a quick chat that would turn into an hour.

Once inside the house you quickly made your way to your old bedroom. The nostalgia hit you as soon as you opened the door. It looked the same as the way you left it when you moved out. A few posters still hung on the walls and your bed was still made with the hideous floral patterned bed spread.

There were a few spots on the dresser and nightstand though, that looked blank. Like there were things that belonged in those empty spots but you couldn’t put your finger on it. You thought back to the day you moved out, you knew that there wasn’t anything in those spots then. You had roamed your room probably a million times that day, picking through what you wanted and didn’t want to take with you.

So why did it feel like something was missing now?

You pushed the feeling to the side and started to comb through the sparse closet. You grabbed a few things off the hangers but you knew you had left more clothes than this.

Even digging through your nightstand and dresser drawers left you empty handed for both clothes and the tapes you knew you had left behind.

You had the sneaking suspicion that maybe she had started to pack up some of your things and move them to her bedroom or maybe she even gave them to the charities for those who suffered from the earthquake. It wouldn’t be the first time she had donated your stuff without you knowing. You just had to be able to sneak in there without her seeing any evidence of it. You grabbed what little you had found and crept through the house to your moms room like you were a burglar in a movie.

Her room was pristine as usual when you entered. Your mom was such a neat freak that the house hardly looked lived in at all. You took a second to look at the picture of your dad that sat on the nightstand, the only proof in the room that he once lived here.

Your father had been the complete opposite of your mom. He was the fun carefree parent that made living here bearable. Once he died, your mom got worse and the life of the house was sucked away. You always did your best not to think about it or wonder how things would be different if he was still alive. Would he be proud of who you turned out to be?

If you lingered on the memory of your father for too long then you would be stuck in the constant cycle of ‘what ifs’ and you wouldn’t do what you were here to do.

You looked through the ironed blouses and skirts in her walk in closet, disappointed to see that nothing was yours. You nearly gave up until you noticed a large clear tote tucked into the far back of the closet.

You grabbed it, the muscles in your lower back straining from how heavy it was. You pulled it out into the light of the room to get a better look at what you were dealing with. Hoping that you hadn’t just strained a muscle for nothing.

As soon as you pulled off the lid you were greeted by one of your thick winter jackets and a pair of gloves.

“Jackpot,” you muttered as you yanked them out and set them to the side so you could dig into whatever treasures waited for you in the box. Halfway through, you found an old purse with all of your tapes stacked in it.

Looking through them, you noticed a lot more tapes from heavy metal bands that you typically don’t listen to. Some of them were bands that you had never even heard of before. You wondered how these got mixed up with your usual taste in music.

You dug through the tote some more, about to give up and take what you had already found, but your hand hitting a shoe box at the very bottom of the tote had you pausing. Confused on why a pair of shoes would be there, you moved some of the clothes out of the way so you could get a better look at it.

It was an old red and white converse shoe box. The lid dented and smushed in some from the weight of the clothes on top of it.

You opened it, ready to reveal whatever pair of shoes you had thought you had forgotten about just to see it was filled with pictures instead.

You blinked a few times, not comprehending what you were looking at. There was no way that what you thought you were seeing was real. It took you a moment to realize what this was, but once you did, your heart sunk to your gut.

At the very top of the pile, there was a picture of you and Eddie Munson infront of his van. You wore your green cap and gown for graduation while Eddie was in his usual metal attire. You stood close together with his arm around you while you held onto your cap and smiled at whoever was behind the camera. You looked healthy. This was a version of you that you hadn’t seen reflected in the mirror for a long, long time.

Your shaking hands reached for the next picture.

You and Eddie sitting on what looked to be a makeshift stage. The lighting in the picture was a dim orange, making it hard to see exactly where you were at in the picture. But by the beer bottles in the background you could only assume it was a bar. Eddie had a red guitar in his lap with his feet dangling off the stage. You sat cross legged beside him talking animatedly about something with your hands moving through the air. Both of your figures were slightly blurred by the picture being taken while you were off guard. There was something unmistakeable in the picture though, the way Eddie looked at you with so much emotion you felt a sob breaking through your throat.

Another picture made its way into your hands.

Eddie and you standing on a beach somewhere. If you had to guess it was most likely Lovers Lake. He has his arms wrapped around you as you stand on the shore. Your lips are pressed together in a sweet, smiling kiss that made your chest ache just looking at it. You can almost smell the sunscreen through the photo like you were living it.

But this was impossible. The person in those photos with Eddie were you, but you had never done any of these things. You didn’t even know Eddie until he started working on your car.

When did your life turn into some kind of sick joke?

You flipped through more and more photos. Some of them were just of you and some of them just of Eddie.

You took your time looking through them, each one leaving you more and more confused.

Another one had shock running through you for a whole different reason.

It was you, Steve and Robin standing at the counter of Scoops Ahoy. You only knew it was there because of the cheesy blue sailors uniforms they were wearing. You and Robin stood on either side of Steve with your thumbs up. Both of you had goofy smiles on your faces while Steve stood in the middle, trying and failing at looking annoyed with his arms crossed against his chest.

You felt like you were going to be sick. Things like this didn’t happen to people in real life. It was like you had lived this whole other reality that you had no clue about. If these things had really happened then they would have told you, right?

You found letters at the bottom of the box that were signed from Eddie. They were dated all the way back from late 1983. There were doodles on the edges of the papers of fantasy characters and even a few purposely poorly drawn hearts here and there, like he wanted to be lovey dovey but not show it completely.

You couldn’t bring yourself to read through them all of the way. You were too afraid of what they would say. Based on the photos in the box, you had a good idea what was written on them.

You don’t know how long you sat on the thick carpet of your parents bedroom crying. You were so confused it made you dizzy. If you had had an actual breakfast this morning then there would be no way you would’ve been able to keep it down.

Was it possible that there was someone in Hawkins who looked just like you? If that was the case why would your mom have these photos and love notes?

The windows in your moms room no longer showed the early morning sun, but instead the rain clouds of the afternoon. Both hands were shaking and numb as you gathered the box you had found and the clothes you were taking with you.

You knew that you needed to make it look like you were never here. Your mom had hidden this from you and you needed to find out why. If she knew you knew then you would never get the truth.

It took a couple of trips to get everything out to the car and at least five walks through the house to make sure nothing was out of place.

You didn’t know what exactly your plan to get the truth would entail, but you knew there was one person you needed to talk to. Based on what you’ve seen in the box, everyone was a liar. Everyone you had been interacting with for months were not on your side. It was like it was you against the world.

Because it is you against them. They just want to hurt you. If you leave now then they won’t be able to hurt you, the eerie voice in your head said. You had fought so hard to keep it at bay, recently. Times like these when you got upset was when it decided to make its presence known.

“Shut up,” you growled out loud, back at the voice.

“Thank you for calling Family Video. This is Robin. How can I help you?” Robin's voice came through on your moms phone.

“Hey. It’s me. I was wondering if you knew Eddie’s address? He left some tools in my driveway that I want to get back to him.” You expected the lie to be heavy on your tongue. It impressed you how easily it flowed instead.

Robin seemed surprised but also pleased that you were planning on going to Eddie’s house today. She rambled off the address without any more questions and promptly got off the phone to go help a customer, making sure to tell you to have a good day before she hung up.

You clutched the paper with his address in your hand as you sat behind the wheel of the car. The shoebox full of lies sat in the passenger seat beside you. Each time you glanced over at it, it did nothing but help fuel your rage and confusion. As you backed out of the driveway, you prayed that the ride over to Eddie’s would give you the courage for what you were about to do.

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verymuchimmortalcat · 8 months

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Magic Induced Face Blindness

For Bio Dad! Bruce Wayne Month, Prompt: Take Your Kid To Work ao3 @maribat-bdbwm

The Justice League, simply put, was having a take your kid to work day. Less simply, they were holding an event for all the teenage superheroes. So not exactly a take your kid to work day but there weren’t exactly a large number who weren’t proteges of the Justice League.

Naturally, Ladybug had been invited.

Marinette Dupain-Cheng Wayne has not stopped freaking out about it since.

And not freaking out about it in the Chat Noir way, who’s been so excited that it’s all he talks about on patrol. Freaking out as in lying face down on her floor and cursing her family. Well, mostly her dad.

“Tikki, do you think if I fake cough in front of Chat Noir a few times and tell him I’m too sick to make it he’ll believe me.”

The kwami hums from where she’s settled in Marinette’s hair. “He’ll probably believe you if you’re convincing enough but is that really necessary? What’s the worst that could happen?”

Marinette scoffs. Really, Tikki should know better than to ask such a question. “I’ll walk into the watch tower and someone will immediately figure me out.”

In her one year of being Ladybug, Marinette has learnt that even her sweet kwami does not have infinite patience and Tikki’s exasperation is obvious in her tone when she says, “Marinette. Your identity is protected with magic.”

“The JL has magic users. And I’ve known most of these people most of my life. What if one of the idiots say something so dumb and I insult them and they figure it out and then Chat Noir knows my identity causing the end of the world.”

“Don’t insult them then.”

She scoffs again, “I can’t not insult them. When have you ever not insulted Plagg?”

The ensuing silence speaks for itself but Tikki doesn’t let it go. “You should go. It’ll be good to talk to heroes other than Chat Noir and temporary holders.”

She groans. Maybe if she lies here long enough the carpet will swallow her up and then Tikki can stop trying to convince her to go. “I have most of their numbers, I can talk to them whenever I want. I do talk to them whenever I want.”

The weight on her head vanishes and she feels a poke on her forehead. Lifting her head up, she glares at the tiny goddess of luck, who glares right back. “That’s not what I meant and you know it. None of them know you’re Ladybug.”

She drops her back down to the floor and sighs. “Fine. I’ll go.”

.oOo.

Wonder Woman waves them over when she sees them enter. As the two of them make their way through the crowd, Ladybug keeps her eyes on the floor while Chat Noir’s head swivels around trying to take it all in. What an odd pair they must make.

“Robin looks like an angry kitten,” her partner comments, breaking her out her reverie.

She coughs to hide her laughter. He’s right, of course. But regardless she turns to look at Damian, who’s sulking in the corner while Jon pesters him.

She grins, “I’d kill to watch you tell him that.”

He glances at her and snorts, “Not a chance. Not with that expression on your face.”

She blinks at him, “What expression?”

“The same one you had before you threw me off the Eiffel Tower for going on about the Justice League heroes.”

She smiles at the memory, “You totally deserved it.”

He holds a hand up to his chest, as dramatic as always, “Meowch!”

She giggles. Diana is only few steps away from them now and is looking at them with an amused expression. Smiling comes slightly easier now, a chunk of her anxiety taken away by her partner’s antics. She whispers a thanks to him before greeting Wonder Woman.

.oOo.

If Diana suspects anything, she doesn’t mention it, nor do any of the others they talk to. But they haven’t had the chance to talk to any of the bats yet. At least Dick and Jay aren’t here, they’d be the most unbearable.

“We should talk to Batgirl,” Chat Noir suggests.

Marinette freezes, magic or not Cass would be the most likely to see through her but she can’t think of a valid excuse and he’d already picked up on her earlier nervousness. If she continues being paranoid, he might start to suspect something.

“Sure,” she mutters.

He waves enthusiastically to Batgirl who offers a small smile. Her gaze lingers on Ladybug and Marinette desperately hopes Cass brushes off anything odd as general nervousness. Thankfully, Chat Noir carries much of their interaction.

He’s gesturing wildly when he accidentally hits her sister’s arm. The arm that Marinette knows was in a cast until last week. Cass doesn’t wince, of course she doesn’t but the concern bursts out of Marinette anyway. “Is your arm ok??”

Chat Noir looks confused but Batgirl is assessing her. It’s a moment before she says, “I’m fine.”

Marinette nods, simultaneously relieved and panicked. She should’ve stayed home. It’s not too late to fake sickness, after all she has been acting particularly odd. When Spoiler calls Batgirl away, Ladybug visibly relaxes. Chat Noir gives her an odd look but he doesn’t say anything. Yet. She’s sure by the time they finish talking to her entire family, he’s going to think she’s lost her mind.

.oOo.

She’s mostly calmed down after her slip up with Cass when they somehow end up talking to Jon and Damian. Well, it’s not exactly talking as much as Robin and Chat Noir antagonising each other. Jon looks torn between interrupting and watching it play out. Marinette on the other hand wishes she had a bucket of popcorn and a valid reason to record their exchange.

When Damian calls the Parisian superhero, “a mangy alley cat,” Marinette snorts out loud and says, “I thought you liked cats?”

Damian stares at her, she can see his hand inching towards his katana as he asks, “How would you know that?”

Play it cool, Marinette.

She shrugs, “You just seem like a cat person. Also, I vaguely remember reading something of the kind on twitter once.”

Both of them know most things about the Bats on social media are deleted almost as soon as Oracle can get to it but people still do see them. He relaxes slightly but Marinette knows he’s wary of her.

Really, why did she let Tikki talk her into this?

.oOo.

Sometime later, Bart finds her in a corner. She’d left Chat Noir saying she needed a break and she could see him as he was talking excitedly with Steph.

“Heydoyoumindansweringaquestionforustosettleanargument?” he asks pointing at the rest of what was once Young Justice (or rather the still active members). Holding back a smile, she considers it for a moment. How wrong could it go? Actually, knowing them any thing and everything that could go wrong would go wrong but her curiosity takes over. Tim’s friends have the most amusing arguments after all.

Bart is bouncing back and forth, waiting for her answer. When, she agrees, he cheers and drags her over to their little group. He doesn’t question how she caught what he was saying instantly or how she’s totally fine even after being carted off with super speed regardless of the distance.

Thankfully, Tim is too busy arguing with Kon to notice.

“I have a solution,” Bart announces, “We ask Ladybug to be the tie breaker.”

And because when they’re together they tend to act on a single functioning braincell, all four of them turn to her at once and Cassie asks, “Do you think having several backup fake identities is necessary?”

Ah, not a new argument then. Honestly, she does. She’s suddenly even more grateful that Chat Noir isn’t with her. “I mean you do need something to fall back on if your go to identity is accused of art theft.”

Tim doesn’t have time to register the jab at him before Kon and Cassie start to rejoice loudly and Marinette slips away before they can drag her into their next argument.

.oOo.

Back in her room, after the event, Marinette sighs. “Well, that was interesting.” Her conversations with the others had gone perfectly well. It was extremely likely that Chat Noir wouldn’t dwell on her mistakes with Batgirl and Robin, and he hadn’t been there when she spoke to Tim. Regardless, she’s never doing that again. Chat Noir can go alone.

Her phone rings and she answers the video call to see a bunch of worried faces.

“Is something wrong?”

“You need to look into Ladybug,” her father states.

She frowns, “Why?”

“It’s possible Ladybug knows our identities and is a threat.”

Her jaw drops, “What?”

Marinette remains in semi shock throughout Tim’s explanation. He ends with, “If you need help any of us would be glad to come.”

“Dibs on helping Nettie!” Steph calls finally snapping Marinette out of her shock. Damn, Tikki had been right about the magic. World’s greatest detectives and this was the conclusion they came to?

She glances at Tikki once, making sure she has the kwami’s support in this decision. When Tikki nods Marinette let’s herself laugh at the absurdity of the situation.

It also ends the argument ongoing on the other end of the call. All of them stare at her in confusion until she finishes laughing. Once she’s finally calmed down she asks, “ A room full of detectives and that’s the best you come up with?”

Her father frowns, “Marinette, what-”

“Did it not occur to any of you that I’m Ladybug?”

She bursts into laughter at their startled expressions. Hurrying to take a screenshot and making sure to send it to Babs.

She is so going to lord this over them for at least the next few years.

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newtonsheffield · 9 months

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molly, when you write kate and edwina`s relationship in your fics that is always so sweet and caring it like more based in the books right??? becasue they did such a mess in the show with kate lying to edwina and with edwina not paying attention to kate. In fact, do you belive that edwina should have listened to kate when she command her to not let anthony court her??? that feel bad honestly, kate was like being bossy with edwina.

Okay, I’m going to run through this one more time really quickly because I have like 12 hours of videos on season 2 that you can watch that details all of my opinions on these things but the dynamics at play here are a lot more complicated than we’d like.

It’s below the cut. This post is not tagged for a reason.

First off, I had my characterisation of Mary and Edwina set long before the show came out. Basically: I’m the one writing it so I’m gonna do whatever I want tbh. There are plenty of other people who write the dynamics differently.

Before we discuss Kate lying to Edwina let’s discuss the events of the show up to the point where it would have been best if she had told Edwina.

Kate Sharna meets a handsome man in the woods. He was cute, and charming, and sure they flirted a little and Kate liked Anthony a little. We see this because-

She sees Anthony again at Lady Danbury’s ball and she confirms that she thinks he’s handsome (Mary’s look to Kate in this moment is so sweet, don’t even get me started). She then seeks out Anthony’s company again after she sees him dancing (poorly) and sees him talking about how he’s not interested in getting to know the woman he’s marrying. Worse, he talks about them as though they’re all the same, interchangeable and only really good for one thing: Having children so you can fulfil an obligation and move on with your life. Anthony immediately tries to flirt with her again and Kate feels honestly stupid. She came to London thinking she was prepared for the task ahead and at the first hurdle she’s found out that she wasn’t. She feels awkward and uncomfortable and upset and she needs to regroup.

Anthony has now set his sights on Edwina. There’s no interaction here.

Anthony makes an idiot out of her by essentially organising someone to spend time with her. It’s insulting and disrespectful. Edwina then has her moment of teenage rebellion

They go to Aubrey Hall and this is where the shift starts to happen. They play Pall Mall and they have a moment of shared sameness where Kate starts to realise that maybe the version of him she saw at first is the real Anthony. They then have that moment with the bee but this is only the beginning of Kate recognising what she;s actually feeling for Anthony. She’s still not very sure.

They have their moment in the library they go hunting, they actually spend time together, learn about each other and they dance together and this is when Kate begins to be sure that she;s having actual feelings for Anthony. Here. Following the fact that Edwina already wants him to propose. So she’s already in a difficult position. This was the perfect time to tell Edwina and get I think some blowback but it would have been minimal.

Anthony has already proposed out of his own fear.

The window was minimal because of the fact that Anthony acted out of his own fear for what he felt. He was so sure that if he just proposed to Edwina all of this would stop. It was more than expected of him at this stage. To the outside world, Mary is right, he has shown her every attention in the world. He took her and her family to his home privately, if he had withdrawn even then there would have been questions about what was wrong with her. Bare in mind, that Kate has no confirmation from Anthony that he has feelings past lust for her so even if she told Edwina she was in love with Anthony: What could come of it? She feels it would be selfish to ruin it for Edwina, to ruin it for Anthony because if what she feels.

This is further complicated by the fact that Kate is used to sacrificing what she wants for what Edwina needs. This started because it was made clear to Kate when Edwina was about 10 that she needed to marry nobility for them to have any hope. Kate couldn’t marry because she herself would have then been expected to look after her husband’s family and there was no guarantee that they would allow her to have the same amount of contact with Mary and Edwina so I think this just seemed best at this point. Because Kate, in a way, feels that she owes Mary the life she gave up in Marrying her father. In choosing Kate and her father Mary gave up her life in England and Kate wants to give it back. This is misguided because Mary doesn’t actually want it back but alas, Kate hasn’t asked. So Kate’s entire life focuses on Edwina’s education now. Mary is obviously deeply depressed and I think when they were in India was probably less distant with the girls than we see. Being in England has likely brought up a lot of shit with her husband and family and the ton in general so I think we’re seeing Mary struggling more than she has for a while. Somewhere along the line Kate has likely stopped only doing what Edwina needs and has started giving Edwina what she wants. Frankly, we need to stop viewing their relationship as sisters and start seeing it as an unequally mother daughter relationship. Edwina is also, very used to getting what she wants, and she’s 18. So I think when she learns that there’s more going on with Kate and Anthony and even with Mary to a certain degree: She’s surprised because she is used to being at the centre of their family unit. So that shatters as well. Do I think this was managed perfectly in the show? No, I have my own ideas about how to fix that but Netflix isn’t paying me so I’m not gonna hand them out.

So we’re now in a situation where really: Everyone feels betrayed

Edwina feels betrayed by Kate.

Kate feels betrayed by Anthony but more importantly she feels betrayed by herself. Because she should have put aside her own needs she shouldn’t have been there in the way.

And Mary feels betrayed by herself as well. And here’s where most people get this wrong (in my opinion) Mary does not feel betrayed by Kate. Mary feels guilty. Because the second she saw Anthony kneel in front of Kate she realises exactly how much she has let slide. Exactly how much Kate took on herself. Because I think until that point she genuinely thought she still had the kind of relationship with Kate where Kate would have told her this. Kate was telling her the truth. Kate is her daughter, who she has never known hide sections of herself away. Why would she now? Thus isn’t even to mention the fact that Anthony gets a lot of praise for defending Kate to the Sheffields but Mary did it first. Mary stood up to her parents and said: That is my child, take it or leave it.

So no. I don’t think Kate was bossy with Edwina. She was very hurt at what she’d done and she was trying to make Edwina see that Anthony wasn’t going to love her. Which she was right about. Edwina probably should have listened. Would have saved everyone a lot of time but I also think she was a young girl who got swept up in the romance of being in a Different place and being so sought after. I’m not saying she’s vain, I’m not saying she’s frivolous, there are plenty of signs that she too was under a lot of pressure. But she got swept up in the moment. It’s easy to do.

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aaron-m-geist-ff · 2 months

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I’ve been eating up all these zodiac matchups so far and I’ve decided to finally put my big girl pants on ask for one of my own. I think I mighta mentioned it in a comment but I’m a taurus girl ♉️ ✨

The thought of a food kink jjk imagine has been plauging my mind lately so I thought I’d pass on the idea if that’s something you’d like to include

-love, June 💗🍓

Hey there, June bug! I was waiting for you to finally send in a request and I am so happy that you did 😄 obviously I had to let you cut in line to the VIP section because you have been supporting me for so long ;)

(don’t worry everyone, I will get to the rest soon! I love answering these match-up requests and thank you to everyone who sends asks 😊🩷)

And oooh a food kink? Naughty.

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You got…🥁🥁🥁

Mahito! You’re welcome

“M-mahito… It’s intense-“ your voice came out in a soft tone. You were hesitant to hear yourself speak, hating how weak and compliant you sounded. It could actually be quite difficult for you to relinquish control. As a Taurus woman, you can be quite stubborn and strong-willed. You don’t want anyone to see you in a vulnerable state. You desperately tried to hide your blushing face, covering your lips with your hand. You felt ashamed for enjoying this.

Mahito met your vulnerable eyes. He kept a cool and focused expression as he shook the whipped cream can again. At first, this started out as a joke. The two of you had been laughing and spraying the cream onto each other. But now?? Mahito was extremely serious about it. He had you lying upon the mattress, straddling your hips to make sure that you couldn’t get up.

“Calm down.”

Mahito’s tone was firm. He gave you another serious glance.

“I want to lick these pretty tits of yours, fleshlight.”

He began to spray the whipped cream onto your chest. The cool sensation caused you to whimper, squeezing your eyes shut as you felt your nipples get covered completely. Mahito’s tone of voice made your arousal spike. He was being extremely dominant with you. It made your mind short circuit, torn between being stubborn and submitting.

You chose the latter.

“Mh!” You moaned when you felt that warm and slick tongue roll over one of your sensitive buds. It swirled around it, lapping up the creamed sugar effortlessly. Mahito latched onto your nipple then, sucking on it gently.

“M-Mahi,” you whimpered. “Please-“

You had no idea what you were begging for. A part of you wanted him to stop. It felt so fucking intense, your breasts were extremely sensitive from how turned on you were. But the other part of you wanted him to continue. It felt good in some ways.

“Shhh,” Mahito hummed. “No stopping right now.”

He began to seductively lick the cream off of your chest, flattening his tongue against your warm skin. You nearly cried from what he said. Mahito didn’t intend on giving you a break any time soon. That scared you. Your nipples could get very sensitive from too much attention. He was being sweet about it right now, but you knew Mahito too well. He could be very sadistic at times.

“This cream is so good, y/n. Even better than your little human pussy.”

Mahito said it so nonchalantly. His words felt like a stab in the back. You started whining wordlessly, a hand still clasped over your mouth. You couldn’t handle this. You needed praise, and Mahito knew that. He knew what he was doing, that manipulative sadist.

“Oh? She doesn’t like being insulted, hm?”

Mahito had moved his hand to cup your pussy through the fabric of your panties. He squeezed you there carefully, which made your clit throb with need.

Goddammit. Why was it so hot when Mahito would give your genitals pronouns?? You were starting to think that there was something seriously fucked up about yourself.

“N-no…” you choked. You tried to thrust against Mahito’s hand, attempting to get some more sensation. But Mahito withdrew from touching your special place.

“Such an impatient girl. Maybe I should get a chastity belt for you next time. That way your needy pussy can’t interrupt me when I’m trying to enjoy my snack.”

Mahito grinned, poking out his tongue to lick another long stripe up your exposed chest. You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. A..chastity belt?? Your face heated up so fucking quickly. You had never felt so embarrassed in your life.

“N-no chastity belt,” you begged. “Can’t take that…”

Mahito sighed. He ran a single finger over your panty-clad pussy to tease you. You shivered and flinched from the soft touches.

“Well,” he began. He sounded incredibly logical as he spoke.

“Your little clit is to blame for that. If she gets too impatient, then I will have to punish her. Understand?”

Goddamn. You were so fucking wet. For some reason, this was all turning you on so much. It felt scandalous and wrong, which made your heart race from the thrill of it all. You nodded, gasping when you felt Mahito’s tongue gathering the cream around your other nipple.

“I…understand!”

#ahhhh shit #i dont know how i ended up with the chastity belt idea #oh well! 🤣#mahito x you #mahito imagines #mahito headcanons #yandere mahito #mahito smut #mahito x reader #jujutsu kaisen mahito #mahito jjk #mahito

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OMG JUST HAD ANOTHER villain bill idea, basically yn and him get together duhh but like yn wants him to change and it’s toxic bc u cant force someone to change. they have a whole convo ab it and bill’s like, “do you even like me for me?…” and yn is just speechless bc she thinks ab it and is like “…”

im scared of u !

˖°🦇ִ ࣪𖤐 villain! bill x fem! reader angst -> fluff

you were determined to change Bill. to show him that there was something far better than levelling cities and destroying establishments. you loved him too much to let him be ridiculed and insulted on television.

he was a truly nice guy underneath, you knew it. he would buy you flowers and bring you out to nice dates. he took care of you at your worst and you wanted to bring that nice guy out to the open.

you believed that he was simply oppressed into being evil and ruin lives. you believed he had some gut wrenching trauma that led him to be this horrible to everyone else.

and today would be your day.

as you sat right opposite of him in the restaruant, he began talking with a smile, "you know, meine schatz? I thought up a new plan."

"really? what is it?" you asked, returning his smile. you hoped that all your talks with him had changed his mind and this plan would show how he had turned into a better person.

"I've found the area where an ancient relic is hidden and I--" he was cut off by a disappointed look forming on your face.

"that's great," you breathed in and out, trying to show a little bit of interest to his plan.

"what? is it not good enough?" he asked.

"no, it's a great idea, Bill." you sighed a little.

"you're bad at lying," he smiled, "maybe I should go for something bigger."

"no need, I think it's great, love, I..." you were cut off by him.

"how about I blow up the nearby orphanage?" he asked cheerily.

"what? no!" you said.

"I think that's even better!" he said, enthusiastic about his own idea.

"no, Bill!" you rubbed the inner corners of your eyes annoyedly.

"why not?" he asked, frowning.

"Bill, how do you think people would feel if you were to steal that ancient relic, even blow up the orphanage?" you asked, stopping your fork, "that isn't a nice thing to do."

"Maus, have you forgotten what I am?" he asked, raising an eyebrow, "I'm a villain."

"but you don't have to be," you replied, "you can be more than that."

"what do you mean?" he frowned, "I want to be a villain."

"but it isn't you." you shook your head.

"it is me." he responded, "it has always been me. why do you always do this? can't you be happy for me just once?"

"because it's horrible to everyone!" you said, your eyebrows arching.

"so what?" he asked, "how is it horrible?"

"you're stealing a prized artefact that must've taken a group of people years to uncover--" you uttered.

"why do you keep saying people?" he asked, "why do you keep wanting to change me?"

"because I know you have more potential to be of aid to humanity." you replied, placing your utensils down.

"I don't want to." he sighed.

"that's selfi--" you were cut off by him staring right into your eyes.

"so what? you know what I am, I'm a villain, and I like being a villain." he said through gritted teeth, "why do you keep trying to change me? why can't you be supportive? do you even love me for who I am?"

that really got you silent.

yes, you loved him, right?

"you keep trying to control me, to turn me from what I like to do for what?" he asked, "I don't want to appeal to your damn society."

"B-Bill, I--" you stammered, but he simply stood. your heart broke as he didn't even spare you one last glance before he just left like that.

𓆩♱𓆪

that night, you found yourself thinking of his words. you couldn't even sleep. did you love him for him, or were you just trying to control him into someone he wasn't? were you just selfish, trying to make him into a normal civilian?

you gripped your blanket, your heart wrenched. you had read the situation entirely wrong. he wasn't someone with a sad backstory, he just had a passion for being a villain. but why? why would anyone be stoked to be someone everyone hates?

he was right, why couldn't you be supportive of him? you were his girlfriend, the only person he trusts to tell his plans.

you didn't know what to do, because you've fucked up.

the next morning, you decided to meet up with a few friends. you told them what happened, and each of them had the same reaction.

"he's just ungrateful," one said.

"can't he see that you're just trying to help him?" another one scoffed.

"you should just break up with him, y/n." another one sighed.

"maybe you should give up. he's a hopeless case! I know someone better who isn't mean." one of your friends winked.

"but I don't know," you said softly, "he's a nice guy."

"you shouldn't be with someone negative like him." another one of your friends said, "you need to be with someone positive."

"he can't even protect you, can he?" she asked, "he's a villain!"

their words didn't really reach you. they felt overexaggerated and dramatic. and more so, it felt wrong to even listen to.

you were just looking out for him. you wanted to change him for the better. days of not meeting him turned into weeks, and you used that time to think about yourself, what you had done.

one night, it kinda dawned on you that you were being a selfish bitch to him, trying to change him into something he wasn't to appease others. so you reached in and grabbed your phone, texting him if you both could meet up for a coffee. that you had something to tell him.

he didn't reply, but a day later, he responded with just an 'okay.'

that was good enough for you.

𓆩♱𓆪

you both met up in the cafe he would bring you to almost everyday at the start of your relationship with him. you did your best to look good and he noticed.

he sat opposite of you, remaining silent.

you breathed in and out, "Bill, how've you been?"

"fine." he mumbled.

"I'm glad to hear that," you responded, "are you hungry?"

"no." he shook his head, then he sat properly and looked at you, "what the hell do you want? I have to get back to my work."

"I just wanted to say that I'm sorry." you said truthfully.

that got him quiet. he looked over at you and waited for you to continue.

"I'm sorry for being such a bitch and trying to change you," you said, pursing your lips and bringing your eyes to meet his, "it's wrong, weird, and I'm sorry."

"you can say that all you want but I don't think I can forgive you," he said, "to think that you dated me just because you wanted to change me---"

"that wasn't what I thought," you shook your head, "I wanted to change you because I thought it'd be better that way."

"what? so I could fucking please the goddamn world?" he asked.

"no, so--" you were cut off by him.

"so you could show me off and say that you've changed me?" he sneered.

you kept quiet, knowing a half of you actually thought that.

"I'm sorry I'm not sort of trophy you can polish and show off to this world." he hissed.

"I know," you responded softly, "you're more than that."

you reached in and slowly held his hand, hoping he wouldn't flinch and pull away. he didn't, he kept his eyes on your hand.

he was conflicted, he didn't know what to do. he loved you still, though your actions left him heartbroken. he was so shocked when you asked him to meet up with you.

"you're better a villain than a civilian." you whispered, "and I'm sorry I never saw that before."

"...really?" he looked up at you hopefully.

you nodded, "I should've just been supportive of you."

he kept quiet, hoping you'd continue.

"I'm sorry again." you said softly, "even if you don't forgive me, I hope you'll at least accept my apology."

he sighed a little and said, "our morals are different, you know?"

you dreaded the worst, "...yeah?"

"but I love you," he said quietly, "and I want us to work."

you looked up at him, expectantly.

"so next time, maybe I'll resort to something a little more tame than blowing up an orphanage." he chuckled a little.

you smiled, "you can."

𓆩♱𓆪

#tokio hotel #y2k #bill kaulitz #bill kaulitz x reader #bill kaulitz x you #bill kaulitz fluff #angst

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