#hes also insinuating that he can do much worse to others

[kittykattropicanna]

girlfriend, i love how we jumped straight to marriage with mechanic!Simon but I'd love to know a bit more about the phase before he managed to lock down his girl for good.

What if, her ex comes looking for her? Some prim and proper, sleek wolf of wallstreet business typa guy appears at Price's Body Shop, recognizing her car and asking about her. No idea how he found her because he usually doesn't go into these parts of town, maybe someone saw her car, maybe she forgot to turn off / delete her location app.

Sees her at the shop and tells her to come home, this part of town is no place for her, he's sorry, the other woman didn't mean anything, he wasn't serious about kicking her out, whatever, you know the drill.

She's not impressed, unfazed, cool as a cucumber because her mind is filled with her new boy toy mechanic!Simon and she keeps drifting off to last night's memory 🤭

Listen, I love a woman who stands up for herself but you really can't expect your possessive new self proclaimed boyfriend and his crew to watch silently while your ex is trying sweet talk and win you back right in front of them, right?

Also, why is Simon being so weird after? There is nothing to worry about, she thinks he's perfect and exactly what she never knew she wanted. I guess she needs to prove it to him by taking matters into her own mouth hands 🤭🤭 pamper him like no one before

Foaming at the mouth at this ask, I wrote the marriage ask before I got to this one because I really wanted to drive home how fast he preposes, but I would love to elaborate about your relationship before he preposes, you’re in a very valuable position and absolutely cling to him for support :((((( it did change a couple of small things to help the story flow better, I hope you don’t mind ;)

Si knows from the start that you're the one :((( you guys act like you've been together since high school even though you've only know each other for a couple weeks :33333 But when your friends start calling, begging you to come back home? telling you that Si is manipulative and a bad guy that's taken advantage of your venerable state >:( of course he gets insecure :((( then your ex shows up?? a man that's the complete opposite of Si, he really starts to doubt himself :((((( lucky you can show him just how much you appreciate him with that mouth of yours ;))))

tw: loosing friends, controlling ex, possessive!Simon, insecure!Simon, sub!Simon (kinda?), insinuated violence, a lot of lore in this one??? so like porn with a plot??, smut, blowjob, face fucking, deep throating, L bomb (like twice??), talk of reader submitting to Si, there's just a lot going on tbh but baby...you're a giver and THATS for sure, basically you're just looking after your mannnnn and he loves you for it

Mechanic!Simon masterlist

Regular masterlist

Obviously your friends call after they hear you broke up with your ex, they can’t find you anywhere and start freaking the fuck out! they love you so much and they’re scared shitless!!!

They only found out you were even missing because you didn’t turn up to brunch on Thursday :((

They called you, and of course you didn’t answer….you were busy ;)))

That obviously raised some alarm bells for everyone straight away, so their next point of contact was obviously your ex!!

Then the reality hit…. You had been missing since Monday night, he kicked you out after a bad fight and nobody had been able to get in contact with you……

Everyone obviously thinks worst case scenario. Car crash, kidnapping,…. maybe you ran away, or god forbid, something worse, maybe you weren’t even alive anymore, I mean, its been fucking days!!!

If someone were to have taken you, you could be out of the country by now, your body could already be decomposing somewhere never to be seen again, maybe they could have saved you if they new sooner :(((( got you the medical attention you needed before you succumb to your injuries…

Obviously everyone is going wild back home, freaking out and doing everything in their power to get in some kind of contact with you. 

But no ;))))

As your phone buzzed and pinged with messages, vibrating on Si’s bedside table as he held your naked frame against his broad chest :3333

You were fine, more then fine actually :))))

“Don’t worry about tha’ baby, answer it later they’ll be fine” Si’s morning voice muffled into your hair, strong arms tightening his grip around your waist and his hard cock pressed up against your bare arse ;))

A couple days after Si saved you and towed your car, everything that happened hit you like a ton of bricks. You were kinda disoriented and fuzzy, still a little shaken by the experience and hadn’t really processed that you were in fact living with Simon now….

The warm feeling of toned arms wrapped around you and a hard chest against your back didn’t register it first….. but you never protested :333

Droopy eyelids snapping open ungodly wide when it all hit you :( like, holy shit, there was no way you’re actually doing this, there is no way you fucked a random mechanic, let him take you home, fell asleep in his bed and then just never left????…. that’s batshit crazy behaviour! 

What made it even more jarring was from day one, when Si stirred awake he’d simply pulling you closer and kiss your temple like he’d been married to you for 30 years :3

There was no awkward small talk, no “you’ve overstayed your welcome now, i’ll drive you to a motel” or “what time do you think you’ll call a cab”, a simple kiss and a “how’d ya’ sleep princess” deep and groggy, a smirk on his lips as he kissed the back of your neck :)))

Your body relaxed instantly, for a man so big, there was a certain gentleness about him, a protective and calming aura he carried so effortlessly, you truly felt comfortable here…. It was such a strange experience but the idea of leaving his bed made you wince :(((

Even the morning routine you quickly created was natural!!

The tea and coffee lived on the top shelf of the cupboard, sitting at his two seater dining table Si happily watched your cute little arse poke out the bottom of his shirt :))) you had to hop a little bit to bring the tins forward, but all he could focus on was your bum and thighs jiggling >:((

He absolutely didn’t strategically place everything a shelf higher so he could see you do this exact thing the every morning….:333333

He was running unbelievably late for work but he couldn’t care less, the whole morning was filled with quick pecks and giddy smiles. From an outsiders prospective, nobody could guess you met a couple days ago :)))) 

Holding your waist as you make his lunch for him :)))) following every instruction perfectly :))))

Whispering “good girl” into your ear and kissing your neck gently as you pack his meal into his work bag, fat cock flush against your arse still concealed in his thick work pants, grinding slowly only relieving him slightly >:(

He wanted nothing more then to take you then and there, but the idea of you having to wait around for the rest of the day :((( thighs rubbing together and needy for him was wayyyy more appealing to come home to :( his such a meany

Leaving £100 on the kitchen counter for you, kissing you before he leaves, whispering into your lips to treat yourself :((

“You’ve had a long couple days sweethear’, get ya’ nails done for me, yeah? Get em’ pink or somthin’, okay?”

Obviously you’re memorised by this man at this point… how could you not be? 

 Agreeing with a slow nod and stars in your eyes as he kisses your nose 

Nobody had ever looked at him like that before….

“That’s ma’ girl, i’ll be home by six”

When he finally rocked up at work, Price was pissed beyond belief, Gaz was working on multiple cars at a time due to his absence and Johnny looked like he could kill him as he sat in Si’s office, a line of annoyed customers leading outside the shop.

Soap new absolutely nothing about quotes and insurance claims and all this other bullshit that Simon dealt with as the manager.

Gaz had a hundred questions for him about what he suggested for certain repairs, it was pure chaos!! 

But Si couldn’t find it in himself to be stressed, walking into the shop with a shit eating grin, completely bricked up and care free :))))

He’d never been happier then in that moment. 

But I want to fast forward to when your friends finally got a hold of you a week after you went missing….

It was the strangest surprise as well as their biggest relief when you answer. 

You were completely fine, they could basically hear you smile through the phone……

You started banging on about how you met this amazing guy named Simon, how his a super gifted mechanic, a complete gentleman and how you’re both deeply in love and never been happier!!

Reassuring them that you’re absolutely fine, better then fine actually, you’re safe and loved and don’t plan on ever going back home 

And all your girls are like 

“Babe….you can’t be serious right now? You’re not in love, you’ve been gone a week! And did you say you moved in with him!? A fucking mechanic!? Have you lost your fucking mind??? What about your job??? What about the entire fucking life you built here?!!!”

And 

“That’s it, give me the address right now, we are coming to get you immediately. You’re coming home and never talking to this weird fucking Simon guy ever again. Got it?” 

Of course they don’t understand:((((( why would they!?

You’ve finally found your person, it doesn’t matter if you have known Si for a week or a thousand weeks. You’re not fucking leaving!

This courses massiveeeee tension in you’re now ex friendship group. 

Half your girls think they should cut you off immediately, staying friends with you only means supporting the relationship and that’s something they’re absolutely not going to do >:(((

The other half think its important to keep in contact with you, they want to be there when you finally “come to your senses” and “need an out”, whatever that means :/….they even insisted on meeting Simon, just to sus out the situation and see what’s really going on, but of course you deny. 

Some even try to convince you that your ex was way better for you then Si:((((( how everyone thought you would end up getting married eventually, how there’s still time to realise you’ve made a mistake, that your ex was more then willing to take you back and everything would go back to normal!!! 

“Babe, this Simon guy is manipulative, okay? You’re emotional and vulnerable right now and his latched onto that knowing you’re going to cling to him for support. His taking advantage of you babe! I know you think you’re in love and that he says all the right things but its an act! Hello? Are you there? Can you fucking hear me!!??’

They’re just trying to ruin everything though >>:(((((( 

Your friends never saw how your ex treated you behind closed doors and they could never understand the connection you and Simon had :(

When Si came home from work to you wrapped up in a blanket and crying on the sofa, he was ready to kill whoever caused you so much pain….when he found out it was actually your friends, his heart ached for his poor girl :(((

“Listen to me petal, look me in the eyes, you don’ owe them anythin’, they jus’ don’t understand, alrigh’ don’t cry baby, come on” 

Wrapping his big musealy arms, covering you in his post work sweat and musk as you cling to his oily work shirt :((((

Of course you end up cutting off your friends. They could never understand what you and Simon had, if they really cared about you, they’d at least act like they were happy for you, not rip into you and try and push the narrative that you’ve been “manipulated” and “taken advantage of” while in a “venerable state” ://

Si absolutely agreed as well :( you didn’t need to worry about them anymore, they’re in the past and you’re moving forward with your life, its not your fault they haven’t grown up yet ://

Plus!!!! He would love to introduce you to Prices wife and the other girls at the bar he regulars…. Sure they may be a little older and all have children but you’re such a mature girl :((( you’ll get along with them just fine :3 

Its definitely not because he wants to bring you around his friends chubby babies, planting the seed in your mind subconsciously, or consciously about having your own little family ;)))

Start taking the steps to really integrate you in his life and friendship circles ;))))))

He knows what his doing :3

You get along with everyone so well too, girls wine nights, being invited over to friends houses for dinner <3

Simon tucking his hard cock into the waist band of his boxes as you bounce one of your friends babies on your hip and coo to them :((((

You would be such a good mama to his babies :( your genetics mixed with his would make the cutest little humans and the image of you pregnant that won’t leave his mind is starting to drive him absolutely fucking feral :(((

Life is so good for you and Si at the moment :((((( of course your stupid fucking ex would come around and try to ruin it for you…..all for him…..

Your ex couldn’t of been more different from Si :(

Clad in a business suit and ridiculously expensive watch, a clean haircut, pure leather business shoes and smelling of expensive cologne, he absolutely stuck out when his Tesla pulled into the shop carpark…. 

An obviously disgusted look on his face as he entered the front office, not trying to hide his disapproval as he looked at the chipped paint that peeled off the walls and the overwhelming smell of fuel that had seeped into everything within a 50 meter radius, buttoning his suit jacket and dramatically watching his step as he walked on the stained concrete that covered the front office floor :////

Your ex was such a pretentious prick >:( if it wasn’t high luxury, he’d look down on it like it was dirt :/

The thing is, he didn’t actually care where you were after he kicked you out, he just assumed you would end up on a friends couch or something. The idea that you would run off with a random “dirty” man and enter a relationship literally hours after he broke things off enraged him. 

But everything changed when he got the news you were living with “Si” a couple hours away and you were “deeply in love” with him. 

He played the “distressed”, “regretful” boyfriend to your friends, trying to get as much information out of them as possible under the pretence of “keeping you safe”

Yeah…..right :///

His ego couldn't handle it! How dare you just move on like he was nothing!!! sleep in another mans bed without regret and start a new life with him not even being an afterthought!!!!>:( 

You were meant to be heartbroken!!! Turn up on his doorstep and beg for his forgiveness as he laughed in your face :((

But you just moved on?????

He wasn't having that. 

You were supposed to worship him, not replace him with some piece of shit mechanic >:(

Your friends fed him a lot of useless information, But there was one sentence that tied it all together. 

In the middle of your rant about how much you loved Simon, you mentioned he worked at “Price’s Motor Repairs”

Nobody had heard of any repair shop with that name from around the area, but it was enough information for your ex to track you down…

Alarm bells went off in Simons head when he saw him walk in. He wasn’t from around these parts, that much was certain, and the way his eyes snaked over his name tag and an almost cocky grin spread across his face, he new something was up and it wasn’t good. 

Your ex definitely turned up at like 5:59, a minute before Si was meant to close just to make it as inconvenient as possible for him >:/

Si never asked about your ex, he didn’t want to know. He didn’t care what his name was or what he did for a living, all he new was that he was a dickhead and that was enough to put him off. You were his now, your ex wasn’t relevant :((((

It didn’t even cross Si’s mind that this guy could possibly be your ex. It was probably just some wanker that broke down while he was passing through. So he gritted his teeth and walked outside to check out this “broken” car 

It felt like a wild goose chase. He claimed there was something wrong with the motor, he checked it out, there was nothing wrong. He then claimed his AC wasn’t working, he checked it out, there was also nothing wrong. 

This went on for about 20 minutes before Simon snapped >:(

“There aint nothin’ wrong with ya’ car mate, get that fuck out of er’ before ya’ start wishin’ ya’ did”

Snarky and satisfied, your ex left without a fight, pulling out of the shop and parking far enough down the street that he could see Si pulling out of the shop and heading home…. Leading him to directly to you without a fight….

He followed behind at a safe distance. Far enough away that Si didn’t notice he was being followed, Poor Si was beyond tired, paired with the dim lighting of the sun going down, he didn’t even notice someone was tailing him:(( he was on autopilot :(

All he wanted to do was get home to you, eat his hot meal that you prepared for him and slug on the couch with a beer, you cuddled up against him and block the outside world out for the evening :((

But after arriving home, the second he sat down for dinner, three obnoxiously loud knocks echoed off the front door.

When you saw he didn’t move, you stood up to answer it for him 

“Jus’ leave it lovie, can’t be anythin’ important this time of night”

You explained there was an older lady that lived a couple apartments down, she started developing dementia and was in the early stages, she could still look after herself but often forgot small things like buying eggs from the grocery store or how to turn the TV on, she asked you for help all the time!!! and you were sure it was just her!! Of course it was! Who else could it be!

Simon wasn’t convinced. There was no way an old lady could knock with that much force.

He followed behind you hesitantly watching you swing the door open with a smile, only to reveal the piece of shit that was at the shop an hour earlier…

Si was honestly confused as fuck for a second, only for it to all fall into place when this guy started calling you “baby” and demanding for you to come home…..

His first instinct was to pull you behind him, he was beyond shocked when your ex grabbed your wrist with force, making sure Si couldn’t move you out of his line of sight without hurting you…

“Baby, you are coming home now, look at the state of this.. this.. drug addicts flat! you’re coming home with me immediately, stop fucking resisting!” Your ex spat getting more and more enraged by the second

You couldn’t go home, you were home, Si was your home :( But before you could get a word out, Si had your ex by the bicep, the pure force of the grip sending him into cold blooded shock, muscles tensing he lets go of your wrist out of pure shock :((

“Get inside n’ lock the door” he mumbled lowly before slamming it so hard the framework shook violently, you swore the hinges could of given way :((((

Once Si finally returned, you could tell there was something wrong :( something about the way he wasn’t all over you like normal, there was a purposeful distance he put between the two of you, almost like he didn’t want you there :((

After poking and prodding him, it all finally came out 

“Ya’ know I could never give ya’ the life that he could doll…. All that fancy shit” a coldness behind his eyes, almost defeat taking over his expression :(

“I know I aint ya type baby, you’re one of them high class type, ya’ don’t belong down ‘ere with me….I’ll drive ya’ back in the mornin, okay? I’m not taken no for an answer, go start packin’’” :((((

He was so defeated, if you could see his heart you could of sworn it was ripped into separate pieces :((

He went on for a good 10 minutes like this, you know he was doing what he thought was in your best interest, but Jesus Christ did it sting :(((

Little did he know your ex was almost £50,000 in credit card debt, you payed for almost everything during the duration of your relationship :((( he never treated you to any sort of luxury like Si did :( never got you flowers or paid for your nails….

He truly thought that your ex had a one up on him…. That you would consider going back to him because of his “wealth”???

Getting off the couch and slowly sinking to your knees in front of him, you reach for the belt of his pants, slowly undoing his buckle :((

His mind is racing so much, so paranoid and distracted that he didn’t notice the sound of the metal being undone :((((

He always focused on your pleasure, making you feel wanted :(( it was your turn to appreciate him, with actions this time :333 

Si completely stops mid sentence when your warm, delicate hand palms his soft cock :(((9 

He looks down at you slowly, all worry leaving his body as he sees you down on your knees, submissive eyes looking up at him threw your eyelashes and pout on your face waiting for his reaction :(((

You could never leave Si :((( you needed a real man :(( you needed the man in front of you with his thighs spread wide and cock hardening right before your eyes :(((

Palming him agonisingly slow, he grinds against your touch desperate for more friction :((( you tell him how you’d never leave him :(((( how his the only one for you and you couldn’t survive in a world like this without him by your side looking after you the way he does :((

Soft grunts leaving his lips as he pleads with you to take out his length and stroke his now hard, aching cock >:(

“I know baby, I was stupid to think tha’, I know, jus’… jus’ pump it for me yeah?’” Growing increasingly desperate as you don’t follow his command >:( telling him you’re looking after him tonight and that he doesn't need to worry :(( how its his reward for being so big and strong, defending you from your ex and being a man :(( that all he needs to do is relax :((

He audibly whines, a sound you had never heard from him before, when you finally slip his girthy cock out of his boxes.. .

You smile up a him as you kiss his tip and squeeze your thighs together at just the thought of pleasing him and not receiving any physical pleasure yourself :))))) 

Letting out a soft feminine giggle as pre cum covers your lips, Si having no choice but to sit helpless and watch the show you’re putting on for him :(((

He could absolutely take the lead if he wanted to, but something about you treating him, sucking his dick solely because you wanted to and not expecting anything in return was an offer you couldn’t turn down ;)

Teasing Si was fun but he deserved more tonight :((((( if it was up to you, lapping at his swollen tip for hours until he finally releases a desperate hot load onto your face would be a dream, but not tonight, Si gets everything tonight ;)

Slowly circling his leaky tip with your thumb, a soft groan falls from his lips as he sinks further into the couch :(((

Pumping him lightly, you place soft kisses from the top of his cock to his base :(((( Si bucking his hips and pleading with you threw his eyes just to suck it :((((( he tries so hard to hide his whines through deep groans but fails horribly :((( he was so tired tonight, emotionally and physically, any self control he would normally have was out the window :((

Taking your tongue, you lick from the base to the tip, salty sweat and pre cum filling your taste buds as your tongue glides up his vainy shaft :(

Si jerks forward a little at the sudden warm contact, throwing his head back as he eases into the warm sensation :3333

Without hesitation, you deep throat his 8 inch length, his tip hitting the back of your throat and your eyes watering instantly :((

Si’s callused hand instinctively grips your hair, rough grunts bounce off your apartment walls as he helped you set a ruthless pace, your mouth being abused and jaw aching from his sheer girth :(((

“That’s it Darlin’, fuck ya’ such a good girl for me, look at ya’ look at tha’ beautiful fuckin’ mouth taken’ me” 

Holding your head still as he throat fucks you, your saliva dripping down your chin and onto the dirty cream carpet that covers the living room floor:(((

Seeing the small bump of his cock appear at the front of your neck with each brutal rut :(( your flushed cheeks and teary eyes make a small cocky smile spread across his face >:( 

You were his! All his! Claiming your throat and having full control over how he fucks it makes his achy balls tighten as they slap against your chin :((

“That prick could never fuck you like I could, he’ll never feel ya’ fuckin throat again” he was so close to his release :((( Si was normally really good at holding off but the possessiveness of claiming your mouth with thick cum was pushing him over the edge in a matter of minutes :((((

Grabbing your hair tighter, he forcefully makes you deep throat his dick, your nose touching his pelvic bone and buried in his musky pubes <3 moans from your full mouth muffled by his cock shoved deep into your throat >:((

He cums hard…slow, deep thrusts as ropes of his salty seed run down your throat, you have no choice but to swallow his semen that his so politely given you :((

With each thrust, he lets out a quiet and strained “mine”. Its more to himself then you, reassuring himself that you were in fact his and his to keep :((

You remove your abused mouth from his cock, slowly pumping his now semi-hard dick with a dopey smile on your face, cum leaking out the corner of your mouth as you innocently look up at him and place a kiss on his swollen tip :))

You look so beautiful, covered in his cum and claimed :)

He leans down to kiss you, a thank you for what you did for him, but before he could even open his mouth you whisper a quite “I love you” into his lips… 

the first “I love you” you and Simon had ever shared :((

Its safe to say he said it back :333

And he says it again with his face inbetween your legs a minute later ;)))

okay, okay, okay, I know I promised to upload this after work like....days ago BUT I totally forgot I had a concert on and didn't have time to finish writing it AND THEN this guy im talking to came over to meet my dad and everything just pilled up im so so so sorry...BUT in my defence, this is over 4k which is my longest fic ive written so far, I love y'all I promise

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[mellowsaturns]

it’s cuffing season

MR. BEN (PEDRO PASCAL SNL CHARACTER) X TEACHER!READER

summary: your students won’t stop teasing you about a certain handsome teacher

warnings: fluff, teasing, hidden feelings, potential workplace romance, fem!reader

a/n: this is just for shits and giggles lol. teacher!pedro is doing something to my brain

part two

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You were too busy to even notice at first. But when the hushed whispers and giggles started to become louder and louder, you finally snapped out of the trance you were in while grading your student’s papers and looked up.

And of course, the ever bashfully handsome teacher that everyone somehow had a crush on was leaning against your door, watching you.

You sighed before making your way over, not missing the childish noise your students were making. “Get back to work,” you scolded.

You raised a brow at him. “Is there something you need?”

“My students are in Geography right now, and had some time to kill.”

It seemed like he always had time to kill because he was always making these visits to your classroom.

“Don’t you have something better to do than distract my students?” you teased.

“I actually came to ask you something,” he said with a gentle smile on his face.

“Oh? And what is that?”

“What do you want for lunch today?”

-

It has become sort of a routine by now—the unspoken habit of buying each other lunch a few times a week.

Because that’s what good colleagues do, right? Buy lunches for each other. And for him, it also seemed to include hanging around in your classroom, and making sure to always wait up for you to finish organizing for tomorrow’s lessons before leaving the school together even though you knew it takes up an extra hour of his time.

Or not, because your students once again wouldn’t stop pestering and teasing you after he left your doors today.

“You should stop coming to my classroom so often,” you said in the staff lunch room. “My students are taking it the wrong way.”

Aftering taking a bite out of the burrito, he asked with his cheeks full, “What do you mean?”

You couldn’t help but giggle at his adorableness.

“Well, my students are ‘shipping’ us now,” you replied. When he looked at you in confusion, you explained it to him. “They are basically putting us together and saying some… stuff that’s not appropriate work wise.”

“Oh, really?” he said, face and voice smug.

The two of you have always been closer to each other than to the other teachers in this school—flirty even, but if your noisy students kept on talking, other staff members might catch on and take it the wrong way.

“This is serious!”

He hummed. “Well, if it makes you feel any better, my students call me ‘Daddy’ and you ‘Mommy.’ Much worse than that shipping thing you explained to me.”

You paused for a while. “Are they seriously saying that? Oh my God…” you trailed off, embarrassed.

“Yeah, I don’t get it either. But it’s a good thing. I think,” he said with a laugh.

You let out a groan before putting your head down onto the table. Despite the potential disaster of rumours to come, you couldn’t help but to wonder, would it be that bad? Being with him? You mentally cursed yourself for thinking that.

“Well, should we?” he asked.

You snapped your head up. “Should we what?”

“Become a Daddy and Mommy.”

You snorted at his insinuation. “You are insufferable.”

He gives you a sheepish smile but you don’t miss the little glimmer of hope in his eyes that also matched yours. You lifted your left hand up. “Hate to break it to you but I’m old fashioned. Ring first,” you teased, “then we can talk.”  

He smiled at you, face full of adoration. That wouldn’t be a problem at all, he thought to himself.

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[edandstede]

racist fucks out here acting like ed is doomed to become abusive like his father, like he is a violent monster, as if his arc isn’t about learning that he isn’t a monster at all but just a man. how are you looking at ed accepting himself, overcoming feeling like he’s the literal kraken, that he’s loveable and worthy of compassion and kindness even when he thinks the worst of himself, and drawing the conclusion that he’s an irredeemable thug - which is, by the way, what every fucking villain and antagonist thinks of him. you’re aligning your view of him with the bad guys, y’know, the ones who call him a donkey, low-born, and try goading him into violence over and over again because they think that’s all he’s worth? and yeah that includes izzy, because he did that too, it’s 90% of what he fucking did, treating him like he only deserved to live if he was performing hyper masculinity the entire time and the second he stopped he was worse than dead.

we are supposed to feel sorry for ed. the way he feels is heartbreaking. he was abandoned, had his worst fears confirmed to him by stede leaving and izzy pressing on the wound in the worst possible way, and then he fell completely into depression and suicidal ideation. he thinks it’s all he’s good for. he can’t be loved, he hates himself, he’s just the dick who killed his dad and nobody wants him for him. how can you see this very obvious spelled-out agony in him and say “hey, that guy is gonna abuse the man he loves, he’s an abuser just like his dad” you guys are just absolute bottom of the barrel scumbag dickheads, you really really are. you could not be more blatantly racist. you know damn well the show is not saying what you’re claiming it is.

also, insisting that he would ever hurt stede is just completely ignoring every single fucking thing about him. ed would never. the only fucking time stede is physically hurt by ed is when he wakes up from literal death and headbutts him. that’s it. i think we can all agree he didn’t even know what planet he was on when that occurred, and he petulantly says “good it was supposed to hurt” during a squabble that ends with stede telling ed he loves everything about him. pull the other one if you think this was ever framed as ed seriously wanting to hurt stede and not an incredibly hurt and vulnerable man still acting on a half-dead brain.

like for fuck’s sake this is the same man who hides under stede’s robe and presses his head to stede’s hand when he cries after telling him - the only person he has EVER TOLD - about killing his dad. he tells stede about the plot to kill him, and he cannot do it. he can’t lift a finger to him, he never would. he holds stede’s face with both hands when he kisses him and tells him he loves him. he brings him breakfast with a bit of twine on ‘cause he panicked and thought it needed a flourish. he rubs stede’s cashmere against his cheek. the first thing he says makes his life worth living is warmth. he imagines stede with a big goofy sweet grin and gold sparkly goldfish tail coming to save his life. he just wants to retire and have his inn with the man he loves and not worry about stede ever being in a near-death situation again. he wants stede to be safe with him. at no point are we remotely told in the text that we should be genuinely worried ed will ever, ever physically hurt stede. he protects this man with his WHOLE BODY twice and signs an act of grace to avoid him being shot. he tries to get ned to leave him alone when they’re being tortured. he jumps off the boat with jack to swim back to him and he rows back to the republic to find stede too.

he loves stede, would never hurt him, and you’re all just fucking sour your fav died and you’re saying any old shite as a result. swear to god if i catch one more of you even so much as insinuating ed is abusive i’m gonna start lobbing off toes as well.

#i’m mad #so help me if the izzy apologists find this I’M going to become monstrous #quill to paper

[suspiciouslackofclowns]

I’m having a lot of thoughts about super protective Steve right now, but I’m also having a lot of writer’s block so I don’t have the energy to actually set the whole scene.

I need Billy and Steve delivering pizzas and snacks to The Party (including the Corroded Coffin guys) to wherever they’re holding their campaign. Maybe somewhere in the woods because it’s aesthetic and the weather is nice, like out by Castle Byers.

The kids are fine with Harringroveson for the most part by now, though a couple of them (namely Dustin) don’t always get along the best with Billy. He tries really hard so it’s getting better, but progress is slow. He’s still detested by the Corroded Coffin guys (namely Gareth).

I love the misunderstood character trope for some reason. I love the idea of other characters hating Billy’s image, the idea of him, but when they get to know him as more than the asshole jock they peg him as, they realize he isn’t all that bad.

Maybe Gareth makes one too many comments about not wanting Billy there. Calls him an asshole and provokes him with the intention of validating his own perception of the blond. Maybe even goes as far as to insinuate that the only reason Eddie or Steve are with him is because of his looks. Something mean that’s said in a teasing tone, but hits just as hard despite it.

Billy doesn’t react with white hot rage like everyone’s expecting. He turns away and walks through the woods back to the car with a look of shame on his face, and Steve immediately jogs to catch up with him, lacing their fingers together as they weave through the trees.

Eddie stands there anxiously, wondering if he should follow them or if it’ll overwhelm his already upset boyfriend. He turns back to the group and looks pointedly at Gareth. Not angry. Just disappointed.

Which some could argue is worse.

“C’mon, man,” he sighs, gesturing vaguely. “You couldn’t be cordial until they left? He didn’t even do anything.”

“Made ‘em leave faster, didn’t it?”

Gareth’s tone is less sure than before, because after all, he isn’t a malicious person at his core. He’s clearly at odds with himself about hurting Billy’s feelings — he didn’t even think it was something that could happen.

Eddie just shakes his head and sighs.

“Well, you’ve poked the bear, so now shit’s gonna get testy.”

“What, like—“ Gareth gulps and his eyes blow wide. “Like Hargrove’s gonna kick my ass or something?”

At the words, Eddie laughs. Crosses his arms and sobers when he hears twigs crunch in the distance, a set of footsteps approaching once again.

“Not Billy,” Eddie whispers.

As if on queue, Steve emerges from between the trees. His jaw is clenched and his shoulders are squared. He gets eyes on Gareth before anything else, which has him scurrying up out of his seat on the floor. Ready to bolt.

Steve stops beside Eddie. Shrugs his hand off of his shoulder when Eddie sets it there and points an accusatory finger at Gareth. The movement makes him flinch even though he’s still a handful of feet away.

“I dunno what your fucking problem is, but you don’t say shit like that about my boyfriend when I’m around, you hear me?” Steve seethes. He eyes Gareth up and down like he’s sizing him up before he simply tsks and shakes his head. “You can find your way home in the dark for all I care, so don’t bother asking for a ride when the game’s over.”

He stares until Gareth nods, at which point some of the rage relaxes out of him. Only slightly.

Then he turns to Eddie.

“Get on the radio when you’re done?” he says much more softly. “I’m gonna go ahead and take him home.”

“Is he alright?”

“Yeah, but you know how he is.”

Eddie nods and cracks a smile.

“Big ol’ softie.”

“Mhmm.”

Steve mirrors his expression. Leans in for a quick kiss, then casts Gareth a final glare before he takes his leave.

Once he’s gone, Eddie huffs a laugh and intertwines his fingers over the back of his head.

“Jesus. Give him a while, he’ll get over it,” he dismisses. Glances over at Gareth, who looks about as startled as a mouse that’s been dropped into a snake pit. “Maybe.”

“Maybe?”

“I dunno, you could probably speed up the process by making Billy a cake or something.” When Gareth furrows his eyebrows, Eddie shrugs and laughs again. “I’ve never pissed Steve off that bad, but I have hurt Billy’s feelings before. My boy loves him some chocolate cake.”

There’s a beat of silence. Then two.

They wind up having to wrap the game up faster than they anticipated, because the nice weather becomes a drizzle which becomes a pour.

Steve goes against his word and gives Gareth a ride home.

The next day, he’s standing on their porch with a Tupperware container full of chocolate cupcakes that say srry 4 b-ing an a-hole in blue icing on top.

Billy immediately shoves one into his mouth and Steve reluctantly forgives Gareth, meanwhile Eddie is laughing his ass off because he didn’t really expect him to take his suggestion seriously.

#harringroveson #steddilly #metalsandwich #billy hargrove #steve harrington #eddie munson #gareth stranger things #Billy being soft at heart is my dearest hc #also I love the idea of Steve actually being the mean and scary one of the three of them #because he’s the least suspecting #give me more pissed Steve #drabble #my writing #rushed bc I don’t have it in me to make a whole thing out of it #so you get my unedited thoughts <3 #billy antis dni #also not a Gareth hate post I just think he’s a dick the same way Eddie’s a dick #they’re both obnoxious assholes

[floralcyanidee]

Okay okay okay

So, Jonathan Crane getting a little hot and bothered over a new coworker? Maybe they knew each other from school already and having to work in such close proximity just brings out a flood of previously forgotten feelings? Maybe they couldn't stand each other and now it's just so much worse now that they're are both professionals in their field. Like, I can just imagine him dragging reader off to his office. Previously he considered gassing her and watching her writhe in terror, but changes his mind because he realizes what he needs is to have her begging for him while he has her bent over his desk. Sorry if this is a bit much 🥵

Jonathan Crane Blurb

word count: <300

warnings: insinuated smut

below the cut!! sorry I just got to this lol I’m at work and decided to finish these little ask prompts up (: not edited as always lol

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You and Jonathan had been the top of your class for the Psychology major in your university, often competing for the number one spot. You hated each other. But that hate subsided when you went your separate ways after graduation. Everything was fine until you got a job as a top psychologist at Arkham Asylum, which is also where Jonathan worked.

You were determined to show Jonathan who the boss was. But all Jonathan cared about was making you look like an illiterate, illogical fool. He also wanted to see the fear of God put in you- to see you at your weakest. You always had this fearlessness about you, and he was set on breaking it.

But over time, you actually got to know each other and Jonathan no longer had the urge to use his fear toxin on you. However, your sass was still unmatched. And one day you make him fumble in front of coworkers, to which he excuses the two of you, and yanks you into his office.

“Just what do you think you’re doing, hmm?” Jonathan seethed in your ear as he slammed the door shut.

“What are you-“ you asked, but you’re interrupted by Jonathan shoving you forward onto his desk.

You landed on your chest, heaving out air that was knocked from your lungs. Jonathan realized then and there he needed nothing but to see you suffer without the fear toxin. He grazed your skin with a feather-light touch, ignoring the places you wanted him.

“Please,” you grunted, your legs still pressed together, ass in the air.

“Please what?” Jonathan spat, “You’re gonna have to do better than that for my cock.”

#cillian murphy #cillian murphy x reader #jonathan crane #cillian murphy fanfiction #cillian murphy imagine #cillian murphy smut #cillian murphy x reader smut #cillian murphy x you #jonathan crane x reader smut #jonathan crane x you #jonathan crane fanfiction #jonathan crane x you smut #jonathan crane x reader #jonathan crane smut #blurb #floralcyanide writes #asks #floralcyanide asks #anon

[strawberrystepmom]

fukuzawa x f!reader. cw alcohol is mentioned, age gap insinuated. i'm back with another weird will they or won't they situationship, everyone. wc 1.3k | divider by cafekitsune like usualllll

“Hello?”

Yukichi’s greeting nearly catches in his throat during the scramble to press his phone against his ear, cold tips of his fingers touching the heat of his earlobe. The warmth only began after he recognized your name on the device’s screen

“I’m surprised you picked up,” you tease from the other end of the phone. Stepping into your apartment, you bend your calf and lean downward to unbuckle the tiny strap of your heeled shoe while leaning against the wall. Sighing, you let the balls and arches of your feet touch the ground and your next words come out in a tipsy flutter, something you simply cannot help. “What are you doing?”

He can almost smell the subtle and clean apple and lemon notes of your favorite wine if he closes his eyes and tries hard enough. The pair of you have shared a bottle on more than one occasion and he only stopped accepting your invitation to drink when he realized he struggled to control himself with each sip and minute passed staring at the fullness of your lips. You made him vulnerable in a way he will never be able to afford being. There is no reason he should’ve answered your call but here he is, eyes glancing downward while he considers what to say next.

“Working, as always.”

You giggle at his answer and he can tell you are probably at least four glasses of wine deep solely based on the pitch of your laughter. The sound of the gradual removal of all of your clothing is audible through the speaker of his phone and he sighs, reaching up to pinch the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger. Fukuzawa has been around the block long enough to be familiar with what the rustle of clothing, the lowering of zippers, and the swish of bare thighs rubbing against one another sounds like. 

“And here I was hoping you were having a little fun tonight,” you tease while plopping down on your sofa in nothing but your panties. Not that he knows that (and not that you’ll tell him) but it only further increases the hazy glow of your good mood and you kick your legs behind you while resting on your stomach. “What are you working on, Fukuzawa-san?”

Letting go of the bridge of his nose and dropping his hand back down to rest atop his desk, he debates simply hanging up and ending your game before it can truly begin. The man is well aware of what you are attempting to do with this call and as much as he is a man, he is a professional first. He does not want to get drunk with you, he doesn’t want to spend time outside of professional settings with you, yet…

“You know I cannot give you that information.”

A defeated groan from you makes the man chuckle and he shakes his head. This call needs to end if not now then in the next thirty seconds and his foot taps impatiently while he tries to come up with an excuse. You are too forthcoming, although you make a paltry attempt to seem respectable when you aren’t wine soaked and clearly eager to talk to him. It makes it hard to tell you no because you will simply pout then further disarm him with another borderline intrusive question he isn’t sure he wants to answer. You are an itch he wants to scratch but it would be an indulgence to do so, for better or worse. 

“Awww, come on. I worked at the agency too.” Shaking his head again, he eyes the paperwork in front of him. Your time at the agency was both a spring breeze and a period of great stress for its President. “You were a temporary secretary who has never had a right to know privileged information.”

The staffing agency you worked for requested your return for another assignment and you parted from the Armed Detective Agency with bouquets of flowers and requests for future meetings or dinners with everyone working there nearly a year ago. You also slipped a thank you note containing glowing words for Fukuzawa and his staff with your phone number written at the bottom for good measure, in case the glimmer of interest you caught was just that.  Now here you both are, interchangeably wondering what the other thinks while keeping all the unsaid to yourselves.

Yukichi changes the subject rather than bothering to linger in the gray area of the unspoken.

“What are you up to? That seems like the more fascinating question to ask.”

Sighing, you shift and he hears it. He has never been to your apartment but given how relaxed he has seen you become at his home, he imagines you’re sprawled out somewhere or curled up in a pile of blankets, like a spoiled house cat which you tipsily admitted you felt you were more fit to be than a grown woman during your last catch up many months ago.

You’ve shared many, many things with him during tipsy evenings - your dreams of someday doing something meaningful with your life than fill-in secretary work, the past you’ve left behind, and your undeniable attraction to him being what encouraged you to poorly attempt to court him in the first place. All the reasons he decided to leave you be all those months ago.

“Oh, hmm…I had a few glasses of wine with a friend and on the way home, decided I wanted to catch up with you.”

A little piece of him wants to ask you to elaborate on the friend part although he isn’t entitled to such information. He reminds himself that he’s the one who decided to create distance between the two of you. This simple fact alone means he has no right to presume or ask or wonder.

“Lucky me,” he mutters sarcastically and you laugh raucously. He can picture the crinkle in your nose and your big smile all too easily and once more, he needs a reason to end this call. Can he pretend there is interference? Does that still work? 

“I won’t keep you if you’re busy, I just missed the sound of your voice.” Another one of those terribly honest tipsy confessions and his grip tightens around his phone. Damn that loose tongue of yours. “I know we haven’t seen each other in a bit but I would love to catch up if you ever have the time.”

He hums and you know you are asking for more than he will give you, as usual. He took his space and you should have respected it despite the many occasions where your thumb lingered over his name. The temptation to call him and talk to someone who makes you feel understood has been almost too strong to overcome on several occasions, you've still managed to overcome. A lapse in judgment is all tonight was and his silence speaks volumes.

“I’m sorry for bothering you, I hope you have a good night and take care of yourself.”

Your voice grows distant while you yank the phone from your ear but noise from the other end makes you pause, raising a brow.

“Wait a minute.” You hear Fukuzawa’s request clear as day and stop from hanging up, gingerly pressing the phone back against your ear. “You don’t have to go but I would rather hear about you than talk about me.”

His mind is already filling in the blanks of your pout, remembering that you dislike being told no although it’s mostly for show. 

“If you insist, Fukuzawa-san.” 

Sighing, he wishes you’d stop using the formality. He wishes you’d stop calling, giggling, tempting yet he leans back in his chair with his eyes closed, mind greeting him with the vision of you.

A temptation he can’t afford yet is reluctant to deny himself.

#fukuzawa yukichi x reader #fukuzawa x reader #bsd x reader #kendall writes #cw alcohol #cw age gap #a reader in MY fics?? wine drunk and in her feelings??? it's more likely than you'd think.

[roryculkinluvr]

hii i luv ur work been a fan for a while now & i figured since u write a lot abt charlie mayb ud be comfortable w writing about charlie + reader sleeping peacefully until charlie gets woken up by reader whos having a wet dream, he’s a bit embarrassed about it but also turned on, he decides to wake reader up whos clueless at first but then remembers their dream, they end up having sex to cure their hornyness hihi

SLEEPLESS ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

pairing: switch charlie walker x switch fem reader

warnings: established relationship, smut, sexual themes, wet dream, unprotected p in v, aftercare

notes : i love this idea so much and had so much fun writing it! i’m not sure how well i did with this so feedback is highly appreciated :)! thank you for all of your support with the request, you’re so sweet mwah ♡

you were wrapped in charlie’s arms, your head rested on his chest as you both slept. he held you so close as your body began shifting in his embrace, mumbles of his name leaving your lips.

as charlie was a light sleeper, after a few quiet calls of his name, he woke up. “yeah?” he replied, still half asleep. you didn’t answer. charlie lifted his head slightly, attempting to look at your face. “y/n?” he whispered.

“mmm fuck.” you swore under your breath, “feels good char.” charlie’s eyes widened as he finally clued in, you were having a wet dream about him. his cheeks turned crimson, so flustered by his own discovery.

it goes without saying that you and charlie had already had sex, many times. it was the fact that you dreamt about it that drove him crazy. he couldn’t describe how he felt, proud yet embarrassing but overall turned on.

charlie could feel himself growing hard, your sighs of pleasure and groans only made it worse. he was trying his best to ignore it. he tried his best to pretend he wasn’t imagining your tight cunt wrapped around him or watching your tits bounce as you rode him.

“please char.” you mumbled. just those words alone forced a hushed whimper out of him.

after a few minutes of the sounds of your muffled moans, charlie simply couldn’t take it any more; he was painfully hard. he propped himself up onto his elbow, gently shaking your arm with his other hand. “baby wake up, are you okay?” he asked gently.

“m’okay, why?” you replied, your voice was raspy and your eyes were still shut.

“you were saying my name, that’s all.” charlie didn’t know how to go about this; he didn’t want to embarrass you, or himself.

“no i wasn’t?” you mumbled. you slowly opened your eyes, looking up at him while your head remained on his chest.

“yeah you were. you were swearing and saying my name, so i wanted to check on you.” charlie gave you a warm smile, pushing down his thoughts which were running wild.

while trying to get more comfortable, after being woken up by your “concerned” boyfriend, you moved your leg which pressed against charlie’s boner. he prayed to god that you didn’t notice, but spoiler alert, you most definitely did.

“must have been my dream, sorry for waking you up.” you told him in a low, sultry voice after catching on to what your boyfriend was initially insinuating.

“what was your dream about?” he asked you, trying to sound like he didn’t already know the answer.

“you.” was all you said before moving so you were on top of charlie, his arms wrapped around your back. “seems like you liked what i was saying, is that why you woke me up?” you teased.

“yeah, um, yeah. what uh, what were we doing in your dream?” he asked. charlie found you impossibly hot, anything you did in that moment would’ve just turned him on more and more.

“you were on top of me.” you purred, charlie’s eyes widened.

“fuck.” he huffed. you brought your lips to his neck, leaving a trail of kisses to his lips. “can we, do you want to—” he began.

“if you want to fuck then yes.” you interrupted. with that, charlie flipped you over so you were under him. usually you’d tease charlie or make him beg, but that night you were just as needy as he (always) was. he swiftly pulled off your oversized pyjama shirt, charlie’s eyes widened as the sight of your bare chest as revealed from under the thin cotton of your shirt.

he pulled his top off next, immediately crashing his lips into your afterwards. if charlie was on top, he’d usually take a moment to admire you. he’d feel and praise your every inch of your body before he fucked you, but as i said, the two of you were desperate.

he pushed your underwear to the side, pulling his hard cock out of his boxers and aligned himself with your entrance. “i love it when you let me take care of you baby, you look so pretty under me… you always look so, so beautiful.” he told you.

“you’re so sweet to me cher, so perfect.” you smiled at him before he pushed himself into you. he went slow at first, easing his way into the fast pace you both desperately needed.

“so sexy.” charlie muttered. he knew he wasn’t going to last long as his gaze shifted from your face to your tits (again). he took one in his hand, kneading it as he thrusted in you.

“feels so good mmm fuck.” you moaned as felt charlie bottom out inside you, he did this slowly a few times before returning to a faster pace.

“you like that baby.” charlie smirked as a drawn out groan left your lips, he took that as a yes.

“you can— you can go faster char, you’re not hurting me i promise.” you were panting, stumbling over your words, this only turned charlie on more. “please.”

as the plead left your mouth, he began pounding into you. honestly, you weren’t expecting this from charlie it was unlike him. he’d usually be under you, begging you to let him cum, but knowing you were dreaming of him taking control, of him being on top, gave him a boost in confidence.

“baby ugahhh you feel so fucking good.” charlie groaned. his brain went fuzzy as whimpers and babbled spilled from his mouth, poor charlie was barely able to form words as he fucked you. “mmmaughhh, m’gonna fuck i’m gonna cum. m’so close!” he whined.

“cum inside me, need you to fill me up.” you told him.

“okay, fuck, okay baby.” was all he said before he finished, his warm cum filling your cunt. “m’gonna keep going, want you to cum too.” he panted.

you reached down to play with your clit as charlie’s cock hit your g spot perfectly with each thrust. “m’close.” you huffed.

the room filled with both of your high pitched moans until you came on his dick.

while you both calmed down, charlie held you close to his chest as your fingers played with his curls. “you should let me do that more often, like be on top. i mean, you were kinda dreaming about it.” he teased, laughing softly.

you rolled your eyes at him playfully “oh shut up” you joked. “you like it when i’m in control.” you giggled, kissing your boyfriend’s cheek.

charlie rolled his eyes right back at you, in such a way that accepted that you were right. “fine, now i’ll get us cleaned up.” he kissed your lips gently before wiping you down with a wet towel and helping you get dressed in his pjs.

you both whispered your ‘i love you’s before drifting back to sleep in each others arms.

#🩰 ೃ⁀➷ 𝐚𝐯𝐚 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬! #🎀 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 *ੈ✩‧₊˚ #💋𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐫 ୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ #rory culkin #culkin cult #rory culkin fanfic #rory culkin scream #rory culkin scream 4 #scream 2011 #scream 4 #charlie walker #charlie walker smut #charlie walker x reader #charlie walker x y/n #charlie walker fanfic #charlie walker x you #charlie walker scream 4 #rory culkin movie #scream #scream smut #scream franchise

[starry-hughes]

what's not to like?

luke hughes x reader

summary: luke's family isn't exactly fond of you.

warnings: slight angst? ellen and jim are NOT a fan of this relationship one bit and make it very known. mention of a car accident and hospital.

It shouldn’t have shocked you that dating the youngest child of a family would be hard. Luke Hughes was the youngest of the most protective older brothers you had ever met. Plus, his parents adored him for being the baby of the family. You met Luke when you were at university. It was the first exam week for most of the university, and you were tired of your roommate talking too loud on the phone with her long-distance boyfriend. 

Luke had already been at one of the tables when you approached. “I will offer you a granola bar if you let me take the extra seat,” you blurted out. Luke looked up from his textbook, a playful smile on his face. “As long as it’s a flavor I like.” 

He ended up walking you home that night. Before you left his side, you took one of your pens and scribbled your number on his hand. “It was nice to meet you, Luke.” 

The library meet-ups for Luke and you didn’t stop there. You had three more library dates before Luke got the courage to actually ask you out. It was a simple date out to one of the local restaurants and a movie back at his house. You were able to dodge his roommates when you were over. You learned that Luke played hockey, and he asked you to attend one of his games. When you began talking about hockey, you learned his other brothers also played hockey in the NHL. 

You found yourself over at the hockey house often and, more specifically, in Luke’s bed. Meeting his roommates, attending his games, kissing him in the library, everything was perfect. The two of you had been dating for over four months now. It shouldn’t have blindsided you when Luke asked you to travel home with him for a short trip. You had been hesitant about making the trip home with him, citing schoolwork as a worry. His defense was that his brothers were on the break for the league, and you had just passed your recent exam. 

Your heart was beating rapidly on the drive there. Luke had reached over, a laugh falling from his lips, “You’ll be fine.” 

You were very much not fine at all. It was awkward, and you wanted to disappear. Apparently, Luke had not informed anyone about bringing his girlfriend home. And his mom did not appreciate the comment that you two could share Luke’s bedroom, nor did she enjoy the insinuation from Luke that the two of you were sleeping together. “(Y/N) will sleep in the guest room,” his mother, Ellen, stated. 

You thought the conversations couldn’t get worse, but then they did. Jack asked you something about your studies during dinner, and you were caught up in talking to notice your hand flying into your drink, spilling it over Jim. You apologized profusely, and suddenly you had no appetite for dessert. 

Luke knew you were struggling and suggested a walk out on the dock. “You’re nervous. It’s fine. This will all be a laugh later,” he cupped your face in his hands. “First impressions are important, and I’m not making a good one. God, I talked shit about Quinn’s team without realizing it, couldn’t eat your mom’s food because I’m allergic to the ingredients, spilled my drink on your dad, and Jack looks like he’s going to kill me,” you cried. “They are going to love you no matter what.” 

The whole weekend was a disaster. You just couldn’t get anything correct. Luke was feeling it too. He knew his family didn’t exactly find themselves fond of you. When the trip came to a close, you thanked his family and went to sit in his car. “Luke, honey, can we talk?” Ellen called.  

Luke’s heart broke as he heard his parents talk about how they weren’t sure you were suitable for Luke. “Do Jack and Quinn feel the same?” Luke cleared his throat. “Your brothers don’t want you to get hurt,” Jim trailed off. Luke nodded angrily. “I’ll see you guys later,” Luke left without another word. 

It was a quiet trip back to campus. As Luke’s car rolled to a stop outside your dorm, you went to leave, but he stopped you. “I hope you know that I still want you to be my girlfriend, even if my family doesn’t like you.” You leaned over and kissed his cheek, “Luke Hughes, I think I love you.” 

“Good, because I think I love you too.” 

Luke had ignored his parent’s wishes for him to break things off with you. You had shut yourself off from him for a couple of days after the trip, but he let you know that he was here to stay. You guys didn’t try to mend things with his parents until weeks later in a much less stressful situation. His parents had come to campus for dinner, and Luke invited you. 

“(Y/N), has Luke talked to you about him leaving for New Jersey?” Jim asked. “We’ve talked a little about the situation,” Luke’s hand squeezed your thigh as you talked, “we both agreed that we wanted to continue to make things work.” Luke smiled, “I’ll fly her out to all my home games when she doesn’t have class. I'll have the money.” 

His parents didn’t like that comment. It resulted in a stern phone call about money and priorities. You only cringed as you listened to Luke defend you over the phone that night. Luke held you when you cried that night. 

You didn’t understand it. You had so much love for the Hughes boy, and no one could see it. It was seeping into your relationship with Luke. Luke understood that you didn’t want to be around people who didn’t like you, but he still wanted you to interact with the people who meant so much to him. 

You ended up having another bad conversation with Jack, this time on the phone. Only Luke’s brother would call when he was showering. You decided to answer the phone for him, “Hi Jack, it’s (Y/N). Luke is showering.” 

“And you just answer his phone for him?” Jack asked. “I, uh, just wanted to make sure you didn’t need me to get him for you,” you fiddled with a string on the blanket. Jack sighed, “Just tell him to call me. When he’s alone.” 

You ended up telling Luke that Jack called, but you didn’t tell him about Jack’s tone toward you. You were not trying to cause problems between the brothers. It hurt even more when you found out his parents had asked Jack to call and "knock some sense" into Luke about his relationship with you.

When a free weekend rolled around, Luke finally got you to agree to go out to a nearby city with him to watch Quinn play since the Canucks were playing. You kept offering to pay for your own plane ticket, but Luke wouldn’t have it. You tried to enjoy the trip, but you felt like you would do something wrong each minute. While out at dinner, Luke kissed your cheek and rushed off to the bathroom. “He really loves you,” Quinn stated. “I really love him too.”

Before Luke returned to the table, Quinn spoke up again, “I’ll put in a good word with my parents about you two.” 

It was a good trip, and you were hoping you had finally got one of Luke’s brothers to like you. Luke was ecstatic the whole plane ride home, saying you could win Jack over when you visit them in New Jersey. You were excited at the idea of his family starting to like you. 

A week or two after that, you had been sitting in your dorm when your phone rang. When you answered the phone call from Ethan, you were met with a scramble of words, something about a car accident and Luke being hurt. You didn’t think for a second before rushing out of your room. 

When you arrived at the hospital, Dylan, Ethan, and Mark were sitting in the waiting room. “Did they call Ellen and Jim yet?” You asked. “They were in New Jersey with Jack. They said they were catching a flight now. The nurse said he could have one person stay with him, and we agreed it should be you,” Dylan explained. 

You ended up spending the night in the hospital with Luke, curled up in an uncomfortable chair as he rested. The guys dropped off food for you and gifts for their friend. You were woken up when his parents got there. They had caught you sleeping next to their son, and that’s when they realized that you were good for Luke. 

“Hi mom,” Luke groaned out. “Hi sweetheart, how are you?” His mom asked. You awkwardly sat there. “I’m fine, (Y/N) was here for me all night.” 

“Well, thank god for (Y/N),” Ellen gave you a soft smile.

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[megabuild]

hi how is ethubs toxic for etho? I’m curious, and don’t really care either way lol just wanted to see your perspective (I think you implied it in a post of yours)

so i would personally interpret ethubs as toxic from both sides and it feels unfair when analysing something like that to say "this person definitively had the Worse Experience" because that's not something you can measure- having said that i definitely like to look at etho's more, mainly because it lines up with my own personal experiences and is also something that i don't see discussed very much.

ethubs as a whole can be difficult to read as toxic sometimes because as a viewer you're already aware the two actors are close friends outside of the roleplay and so their constant back and forth and commitment to each other is obviously in part because of that but as characters they very much read to me as dependent to an unhealthy degree. all of last life functions as a push-pull exercise, mainly with bdubs as the one pulling while etho allows himself to get pulled along even into intense danger for them both until he realises bdubs is pulling him off a cliff edge and pushes (the wither fight/telling bdubs he won't give him a life). bdubs demands a lot from him, often pointing to "the good old days" and promising that once etho does whatever he needs to do things will go back to normal- to the point where etho himself starts leaning into that idea, telling bdubs "we can be buddies again!" in their final meeting despite this, again, being a death game where there is no hope for either of them. this could still be read as just a very committed relationship but what sets it against etho for me is that bdubs is (unintentionally) emotionally manipulative- he is desperate to stay with etho, of course he is! and often directs comments towards etho insinuating other people won't get him the way bdubs does (an element of truth- etho is a lone wolf and was never as open with his other allies as he was with bdubs) and, most importantly, telling etho to kill himself in order to join him as a red life or else he will kill him himself. this is bad!

bdubs is also an incredibly reckless character, which isn't really a toxic trait but in their partnership becomes significant as etho is always chasing after him to try and save him- while etho never directly gives him a life of his own he is constantly at ends trying to find lives for him, be that in asking tango, striking deals with scar, or allowing bdubs to kill tango despite having the means to stop him. stuff like when bdubs trades off a life for the enchanter and etho frustratedly says back "i care about bdubs more than i care about the enchanter!" bdubs is constantly working towards a win for them both (and i don't doubt that had it been the two of them left, he would have asked etho to kill him- he does this all through his own warped perception of loyalty) while etho is constantly working just to keep them alive and safe and the two ideals end up clashing a lot.

does all of this make a toxic relationship? not in every case. but to me (again, likely because of personal similar experience and bias) it reads very much like that and i think if etho was more into the roleplay and displayed even the slightest bit of distress it would suddenly look INCREDIBLY apparent. part of the reason it doesn't is because as a character he is used to hiding his true feelings and discomfort in order to survive.

#i-just-want-to-see #asks #ask to tag #thanks for letting me ramble haha.. i hope this makes sense but it might not #a lot of it is literally just. Ll happened to me you had to be there to get it

[daydadahlias]

What’s your stance on the Ashton hate right now?

ok so i've gotten a few asks abt this now and i will concede and answer this one because i love the insinuation here that I can have a stance like I'm a politician or smthn <3 thank u for voting and for this platform <3

I'm also going to take the opportunity to say this is entirely my stance, not what i think everyone should believe or i think is the "right" perspective or blah blah yada yada disclaimer disclaimer. no one come at me saying I'm forcing my beliefs on you. you catch my drift. if you disagree with me, that's your prerogative and i frankly just don't care very much.

that being said <3 lock in for a jessay <3

if we're being entirely honest, I think people in the modern age - especially twitter users - actively seek out reasons to be upset. they crave drama like bees crave honey. especially when it comes to ashton tbh. the man can't breathe right without people claiming he's being problematic so I don't put a lot of stock in general in anyone's opinions of him but my own, especially bc I'm in fandom for my own enjoyment, not for anyone else's !! so it doesn't much matter to me what they think of him. i don't value their opinions!

if you'll notice, fandom is a lot about curating your own special little bubble and here on tumblr, literally no one is talking shit about ashton that i follow. it's literally just on twitter that I've seen any hate because twitter is a cesspool filled with chronically online social justice warrior bullshit :) and there's a reason I'm not on there often.

i think hate like this is just point-blank stupid because, as I've said before and I will say again, cancel culture is fucking fake ! it is literally not real and it is invented by people who have miserable sad little lives and want to self-impose their issues and hypocritical views onto others to pretend that they're doing good in the world when, in reality, they're making it that much worse!!

now, don't get me wrong, i really don't mind someone saying to their fave, "hey, this thing you said was hurtful for X reason, maybe you could consider that in the future :)" but I've already seen people saying ashton should kill himself sdfghjk so ! i don't care much for any opinion they have because they undermine their own arguments by telling people to spread kindness by spreading cruelty. it's frankly moronically hypocritical and embarrasses me every time i go online and see it.

as for the actual reason ashton's getting hate right now, i don't personally think it's as big a deal as people pretend it is. and this is getting into my own personal perspectives of things and please feel free to disagree with me on this because i know it's a Hot Take, but i can believe and support victims while simultaneously thinking that anonymous twitter allegations are mostly bullshit.

all allegations against All Time Low were entirely anonymous from a twitter user with no evidence/support/timeline (and, yeah, a random user said there were "97 allegations" but when people asked where she got that number from, she literally admitted she made it up and deactivated her account. but that didn't stop people from just fucking running with the number) and when ATL threatened to press charges for defamation, all of a sudden this anon user disappeared with no further comment. but twitter went wild - as it often does - and completely exaggerated all the actual information given.

twitter spreads misinformation like a disease. that's just the truth. and im certainly not saying all allegations that originate on twitter are fake because they aren't but i am saying that people online need to support victims at the same time that they actually start thinking critically about things. twitter acts like it's "guilty until proven innocent" instead of the other way around.

that being said, i don't personally support ATL because i didn't listen to their music before so this doesn't affect me and - if there is the chance they're abusers, i don't really want to listen to them. But that doesn't mean i tell people to turn them off if they like them or something, or tell them to stop being fans. because it doesn't affect me and i, frankly, just don't care. people need to learn that supporting the artist and supporting the art are two totally different things. you can listen to a song you like without knowing every allegation the artist has ever faced. also, if we stopped listening to every song made by a problematic artist, I'm afraid there would be very little music left.

that's where this brings me to the fact that people are throwing around insane accusations like that ashton supports rapists which is a fucking insane thing to say about a) people who arent even confirmed/charged rapists and b) over the fact he literally just played a song by them? he was DJ-ing for an emo/pop punk night? people would have been shocked if he hadn't played All Time Low??

also, I'm sorry but are you going to boycott every single person and establishment that plays one of the biggest pop-punk bands ever?? if you walk into a store and hear it playing All Time Low, will you never shop there again?? where is the line drawn?

and finally, the whole thing pisses me off because people use it as an excuse to say that they stand with victims and that ashton is actively harming victims by playing All Time Low when, I'm sorry, but no the fuck he's not ?? and, in my opinion, this is actually does MORE harm to victims than it does good? it's all just performative crap to make yourself look "woke".

and, excuse me, but what have you actually done to genuinely fucking support victims other than tell some random rich man who you don't fucking know that he should kill himself for DJing at an emo night?? using all this time to "cancel" Ashton Irwin's privileged cishet male ass could have been spent actually raising awareness about rape or helping actual real life fucking people in your community? this level of vitriol doesn't help anyone. it's pathetic.

this is just my real problem with the internet in general is that people act like hate inspires kindness and education when it does the exact opposite.

so, that being said, i just think the hate against ashton is small-minded and embarrassing. it doesn't mean anything at all. and I'm going to keep enjoying tumblr where people aren't pathetically insane (they're funny insane) and we can just learn how to fucking enjoy things because the world is too ugly right now to not find beauty in SOMETHING, goddammit! i am in fandom to have fun. not listen to people bitch and moan about their uninformed, damaging views of what social justice is.

and i will also spend my time in my real life genuinely supporting victims of assault and abuse instead of just pretending i do on fucking fandom social media.

#mic drop #i said what i said #and i will say no more <3 #if i get any more asks abt this <3 i shall not engage #but this one's for u anon #now back to ur regularly scheduled program #also ok i'll just say once again #i love ashton #and that's not going to change #so im going to keep posting abt this guy dfghjk #dont expect a public denouncement of him any time soon #pigeon #anon #tw negative #tw hate #tw all time low #tw atl

[yojeongin]

happy together | m.l + l.dh [PT.2 TEASER]

→husband!lee haechan x reader x bff!mark lee

genre: smut, angst, hurt, humor, marriage au, love triangle, forbidden affair, friends to secret lovers, 90s/00's au

synopsis: with you by his side, mark's convinced things are finally going his way. his mind is set on his plans but haechan has plans of his own that also include you.

warning(s) for teaser: ADULTS ONLY, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT! toxic marriage, mutual infidelity, morally grey characters, after care, haechan feels insecure, making out, fingering, smoking.

wc: 1.6k+ | coming soon this march 18, 2023. 15:30 CST.

part 1 | part 2 [finale] | epilogue

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disclaimer: this is purely fictional; in no way am I condoning this behavior, trying to offend anyone, nor is it meant to place such image on the idol, these are ONLY characters. read at your own discretion.

an: was a lil iffy posting the films’ screen caps bc I don’t want you guys to perceive the female characters as yn… pls don’t do that, please... I just took huge inspiration from these films for this mini series and I wanted to include them.

The minutes passed, all that was heard were waves crashing against each other and the boulders. It was warmer now and perhaps much later, enough for your friend back in the house to be awake. Hyuck was the one to take the initiative in getting off of you and cleaning you off with some of the water he had packed. 

He didn’t speak and neither did you, the most you could muster was to look at him in silence, his soft touches creating a complex feeling in your heart. At that moment you too wanted to just leave and go back inside. 

“Did you eat breakfast?” “No. I went straight to the pool.”

He hums, putting his trunks back on and stuffing the towels in the beach bag. “Mark is probably awake. We can get something on the way to the market if he hasn’t made anything yet.” His voice was hoarse, with some laced pain on it. You gave him a side smile, tying back the swim suit and placing a beach dress over. 

“He’d smoke a pack before eating breakfast. Sometimes I have to force him to have a proper meal.” You giggle, shaking off the sand from the blanket you two laid upon minutes prior. Haechan forces out a laugh, his smile quickly dwindling after.

 Right. You took care of Mark. 

Donghyuck had expected this experience to make him feel better about his marriage. He wanted to think this was meant to settle the peace between you both but instead he felt worse. His chest felt warm and heavy and his eyes threatened to spill tears. Some had during the act but he did his best to not weep. 

He fully understood the marriage turning this way was his fault, you had told him so many times even insinuated it way before he met the catering girl but that didn’t hurt as much. He was comfortable enough with how things went on between you two before Mark arrived. At least if it meant that it was him the one you’d think about. The only one you’d both love and hate.

What did make him feel this way was hearing you come into the room after 3 AM and smell like his best friend. How often you spend time with Mark and enjoy his company. And worst of all is that you hadn’t put anything behind.

The reason you had been civil with Donghyuck was simply because Mark was there to satiate your needs. It had only gotten to this point of accepting his touch because you were starting to get bored of Mark just like you had with him not too early into the marriage. Or so he thinks, that is was your actions are making both believe at least.

There were only a few steps left to reach the top. While Hyuck was contemplating this bond, you seemed the most aloof. There was some brightness to you and a careless attitude. On one of those steps you turned to look at him, his face was getting red and you knew it wasn’t from the sun. Something was bothering him.

It’s not like you cared to know but that gloominess was interfering with your relaxation. Stopping on your tracks and pulling him along, Hyuck throws you a confused look. You didn’t say anything yet, you simply smiled at him softly and caressed his warm cheek. He eased into your touch, feeling your soft fingers dance across his taut skin.

“I love you, Donghyuck.” 

As much as he’s yearned hearing those words, this time he doesn’t know how much to believe them anymore. 

“I love you too.”

They came out in a whisper, one you swallowed upon connecting your lips one last time that moment. He didn’t want to think much about it. There was a chance you were lying or that like him, you loved him in a baneful way. Yes, that is most plausible.

He wasn’t the only one to hear your profession of love. Poor Mark had lounged around the back porch with a pack of cigarettes to his side. Like said before it wasn’t too long until you two reached the top and though you didn’t intend for Mark to hear or see everything he has this morning— it just happened.

Reaching the top by the time Mark let out a puff of smoke in desperation; a sigh at most. Smelling that familiar stench, you both turned to see him lying upon the white outdoors couch his father had decorated with. 

“Morning.” Hyuck breaks the ice, giving his friend a tender smile that you mimic. Mark didn’t dare look at you both for too long, nodding in return while taking a sip of his drink. “Morning; Where were you guys?” He questions with a little pep in his words, trying his best to hide any negative emotion.

“Wanted to swim for a bit but the water was cold. Hey, did you have breakfast already? We can catch something to eat on the road before we get everything.” Mark lifts his cigarette with a smile before taking another drag, both you and Hyuck looking at each other remembering your conversation.

Hyuck chuckles with a nod. “Alright, gonna shower and we can leave after everyone’s ready, yeah?” 

“Yeah.” “Sounds good.”

He let go of your hand that second, not waiting for you to follow behind as he rushed to the bedroom’s bathroom. Despite the interaction, his feelings were still a painful turmoil and if he looked at either of you for too long in the moment, he’d end up breaking in front of both. 

Locking the door, Hyuck looks into the mirror before him. The bags beneath his eyes looked darker than before and his face had started to sink in. He didn’t look ill but he did look tired and sad. His cheeks weren’t as beautifully round in the time being and he knew that wasn’t good. After all, his round jumpy cheeks are your favorite thing about him. Maybe if he gained them back your ‘i love you’s’ would have real meaning to them.

He couldn’t contain it anymore. In the instance his thin fingers touched his equally thin face and let out that cry he’s been holding in this entire time. His tears felt boiling hot against his skin, the rivers of salt water wounding his face but that ache in chest was worse.

Donghyuck knew he still loved you. Hell if he loved you through all the times you had called him useless, the times you avoided him during periods he felt like hell, and witnessed the times you made your own father cry by the way you treated him; then why wouldn’t he love you now that he accepted you yourself had an affair with his best friend? His brother. 

He wondered how much he loved Mark too. Mark the boy he spent years of childhood with all up to college when both parted ways. The boy he’d let stay at his house every time his father reprimanded him for the smallest things even if they weren’t a mistake. 

Mark was his wedding witness, the boy who approved of you when you two started dating and told him you were the perfect match. The boy who helped him find the perfect ring and arrangements. Mark and him have experienced many things together but sharing a lover is not one he thought they ever would. Especially not one he’s tied to by law and heart. As painful as it is.

Donghyuck bit into his fist before doing so into a towel, his silent sobs absorbed by the cloth. This was the best he could do without having you two hear him.

And while your husband is breaking to pieces in the shared bathroom, you make your way to the kitchen. Upon getting a water bottle, you felt the touch of two warm hands on your hips pulling you close to his body and turning you around to face him.

Mark didn’t show much expression, instead he pressed you against the cold steel doors. Looking at each other for a few seconds, he took initiative in connecting your lips. It shouldn’t have taken you by surprise the way it did but slowly you began to ease into his touch. You could taste the mixture of his cigarette and the orange juice he had been drinking.

Holding onto his shoulders, Mark’s own hands began to caress your body. One hand rested on your waist and the other went underneath your dress. He felt the warmth between your thighs. His fingers begin to caress the skin and make a silent gasp leave your lips. He took that opportunity to snake his tongue in your mouth. 

By the time he pushed the fabric of your bikini bottoms to the side, his fingers prodded your entrance making your gasp become audible this time. When you were to moan his name, the man before you halted his movement. He separated from the kiss as well, looking at you directly the second he felt the globs of cum cling to his fingers. 

Scooping it, Mark pulled his fingers out and looked at them before you. He could notice the dark marks your husband sealed onto your skin. You were panting but there was no sign of regret on your face. Instead he was received with:

“What do you expect? He’s my husband.” 

A threatening smile on your end tries to form but Mark couldn’t produce any words. He felt speechless and quite honestly too hurt to even say anything. His face had a mixture of disgust, anger, and sadness. 

With the simplest of words, you always manage to hurt them.

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[lokisprettygirl]

Come back home (Loki x Female Reader) (Angst with Happy ending)

Summary : Loki fears that he is falling out of love with you.

Based on a request by @army24--7 (I loved this so much btw, and it has happened to me so often, people think they love me but they are merely curious because I'm such a guarded person and as soon as they get to know me, I'm not interesting anymore so I could relate and I also I have been on both sides of the spectrum, it's really awful to get such a feeling)

Warning: Mention of abandonment issues, nothing much.

Loki didn't know if it was possible for him to love someone until he actually fell in love with you, it's been years since you two got together, the urgent neediness that you feel in the beginning of the relationship, the rush that you get when you see that person after a while, the feeling of butterflies swarming in your stomach when you look at them, it wasn't just there anymore, and he often wondered if you felt the same.

He didn't want to get it twisted, he still loved you, very much, he couldn't even imagine his life without you anymore, you have become such an important part of him that it was impossible for him to think of his future without you in it. 

But what happened to those moments of urgency? Was he not in love with you anymore? The thought always clenched his heart especially when he was away from you. 

In the beginning he was always eager to run back to you, he didn't feel that need anymore because you were always there when he returned. He could count on it if nothing else.

Of Course he didn't want to hurt you at all, he had promised you he'd never hurt you like that, he knew how it felt to be abandoned and to be left alone and he'd never do that to a precious woman like you, a woman that he knew he loved more than anything, you have been there for him through better and worse and he knew he was blessed to have you in his life after everything he has been through.

But he just didn't know if he was in love with you anymore. 

"Be safe, I love you so much" you kissed him softly as he got ready for the mission and he just looked at you, he was thinking about something you could tell, he has been a little weird in the past few days and you knew when he was being bothered by something. 

"Everything okay, lo?" You asked him and he nodded.

"I just.. are we still in love with each other?" Your eyes teared up as he questioned, you always feared that you'd see this day where the God of mischief would start to feel..bored by your presence, you feared that he'd fall out of love with you, find someone else, someone better and his question was enough to bring all those fears out in the open.

"Are you?" You asked him and his eyes softened,

"I love you princess, you know that" he cupped your cheeks to kiss your forehead, he felt his heart breaking for both of you and instantly regretted what he had said.

"But are you still in love with me?" He looked down as you questioned him and you heard his phone ringing so he answered it immediately.

"I'll be back soon" he said to you and you nodded.

"I'll be here and maybe we can talk about it" his eyes teared up as you said that, he felt as if he had fucked up truly. He didn't want to hurt you or make you feel as if he didn't love you at all, but this has been bothering him for a while and he couldn't keep it in anymore. 

A dreadful feeling filled his entire being as he left the shared house, your home with him. He often got this feeling in the beginning of the relationship when he was afraid to leave you even for an hour because he feared someone would harm you or take you away from him. Feared that he'd lose you forever.

He was distracted throughout the mission, realizing that he had overreacted about the whole situation, he was worried now that you wouldn't want to be with him anymore after what he insinuated.

When Loki left for the mission you cried your heart out, you cried until you couldn't cry anymore, just one question and it broke your heart. He was losing interest in you, falling out of love and you knew that was bound to happen someday but you never would have been prepared for it, you never wanted to lose him because he was the only man you ever wanted to be with in your life.

You got those feelings too sometimes so you didn't blame him for feeling this way, when your friends told you about the new flings they had you missed the beginning period of your relationship, the excitement, the waiting, the curiosity to know more about your partner but now you two have fallen into this comfortable life where you knew each other from head to toe, the mystery surrounding each other wasn't there anymore and of course it wasn't that exciting but then you knew the future won't be same.

You thought about marriage and kids with him and it filled your heart with the kind of happiness that you could have never imagined for yourself.

Whenever those thoughts bothered you you counted on your blessings, it was blissful to come home to him at the end of the day, to know that you had him by your side, to know that someone was willing to stick around with you and love you when you were hard to love. He was there for you in your most difficult times and you were there for him when he needed you but now you felt as if he was going to leave you, maybe he found someone else, someone who caught his eyes, maybe this was his way of letting you down slowly because if there was one thing that you knew really well was the fact that he'd never be cruel to you. Never. 

He just wasn't that person.

When he returned from the mission he hugged you tightly and decided to take a shower, 

You placed his clothes out on the bed like you always did and went to the kitchen to prepare breakfast, your heart feared that this would be the last time you'd get to do this for him. You slept in his shirt last night because you missed him terribly, more than usual, you tied your hair up and focussed on breakfast. You decided to make all of his favorite things, tearing up ever so often at the thought of him finding someone else to do it for him.

When he came out, he smiled as he saw his clothes laid down on the bed for him, these little things mattered. Little things that he knew he'd lose forever if he was to hurt you and let you go, he never wanted to lose you and it took that one question for him to realize that. As he stepped out he watched you running around in the kitchen, with his shirt on, a messy little bun that he always adored on you.

 When you looked at him and gave him that smile that he fell for the moment he saw you, his heart fluttered and skipped several beats, that's when it dawned upon him that he was always in love with you and always will be no matter what. 

He walked towards you and turned you to him and then he kissed you lovingly, you were taken aback for a second, it has been a long time since you felt this neediness from him.

"Lokii" your eyes teared up and he kissed you again

"I'm sorry I'm sorry darling, I didn't mean to hurt you, I was just lost there for a while and it only took the fear of losing you again to make me realize that I'd be broken forever if I even lose a part of you, please forgive me princess " he whispered softly and your heart felt still, you feared that he'd leave you as soon as he will return and you weren't hoping for all of this to turn around in your favor because life always found a way to knock you down.

"Lo I'm ..I love you, I'm in love you and I always will be, I get those fears too but I'd never ever fall out of love with you" your lips trembled as you spoke so he kissed you again, this time even more passionately.

"I know I know and so am I. I haven't been with anyone for such a long period of time in my life before so it confused me. The comfort that we share is the years worth of patience and love we have given each other, the home we have built with each other is born out of the same love. There's a family you're born into and then a family that you make, you're my family princess and you're my whole world, I know now that the reason I'm not anxious or worried about running back to you anymore is because I know you'll be here, always, waiting for me to come back and I will always come back to you only my love, I'm so sorry" 

You hugged him tightly as he finished his words, the pain that you felt from just the thought of losing him was unbearable, it felt like a nightmare. 

He turned the stove off, picked you up in his arms and then showered you in love all day long, trying to apologize silently for even hurting you like that.

He knew that people fell out of love and left each other, that's what he feared the most but you were his family, and he knew he'd never not be in love with the woman who had given him all that and more. 

He' knew that he'd always come back home. 

#loki #loki x female reader #loki x reader angst #loki x reader fluff #loki x reader #loki x reader insert #loki x reader fic #loki x you #loki x reader oneshot #loki oneshots #loki angst #loki fluff #asks requests

[askthatoneanacondraikaiguy]

So I know Nya would start beating people up if they talk crap about Anacondkai, but what does Kai do?

What do the other ninja do?

Early on, the ninja definitely are very protective of Kai (and Skylor, when they're around her) from people who are mean to Serpentine.

As time goes on and more people become attached to their Red Ninja again, the people who are overtly awful to him are outnumbered and usually the crowd will turn on them or shut them down. If someone were to loudly call Kai names in the street, they would be ripped apart by the bystanders.

But Kai's earlier reactions tend to be, just... Nothing. He doesn't know how he's supposed to react, because he's got his own feelings to deal with about being an Anacondrai, and he's a ninja. He is caught between being offended on his own behalf, confused, and in a sort of self-deprecating agreement.

It always feels like it comes out of nowhere to Kai, at least until it becomes normal enough he starts expecting it (which is unfortunate for him). I don't know how to explain it, but it's like when I was a kid and someone yelled "You throw like a girl!" during dodgeball and I was just baffled because I was a girl at the time (and yet I was still insulted).

Jay usually will insult the shit-talker back. No holds barred, he can be mean and he will be mean. It doesn't really help Kai but it usually gets the asshole to go away or turn his attention elsewhere.

Nya usually gives one opportunity for the person to step back ("what'd you just say?") before threatening to beat them up, because she can and she will. Out of all of them, she's the most likely to throw hands about people talking bad about Kai.

Cole will usually purposefully get closer to Kai and wrap an arm around him or put a hand on his shoulder, to make it very clear that Kai is still part of the team, and if you insult one part of the team, you are insulting the rest of the team. This may also include him loudly complimenting Kai's fighting skills or how he handled himself in a fight to drown out the asshole in the corner. Cole is the second tallest of the team and he can be very physically imposing when he wants to be (especially when he's wearing his ninja uniform and you can only really see his eyes)

Zane doesn't ever get physical. He'll either express confusion towards the person talking shit (even if he's fully aware what they meant), ask them to leave, or he'll just ignore them and follow Cole's lead by getting close to Kai and discreetly reminding him that the rest of the team is here for him. He'll also usually try to guide them towards the exit, whether that be a vehicle or an alleyway, so that they get away from the asshole sooner rather than later.

Pixal doesn't necessarily like Kai that much but she's also usually offended on Kai's behalf because insulting Kai and insinuating he's a lesser Ninja or of worse character because he's an Anacondrai makes no real sense to her. Especially as more time goes on and Kai clearly shows himself to be capable and just as heroic.

When she's Samurai X, she probably kicks at least person for being rude about Kai near her.

(Though thinking about Samurai X, Nya assuming Skylor is now Samurai X is extra funny because in order for that to happen, Skylor would have to be using the Element of Form to make herself bipedal again)

Once Kai's been widely embraced by the people of Ninjago as the Anacondrai Ninja and he's more comfortable as himself, he starts reacting more openly to insults and such. Either by brushing them off "i'd like to see you save Ninjago without any legs" or "Wanna bet?" when anyone insinuates he's a bad ninja or bad person because he's an Anacondrai. After enough time, he might even mention the fact the Serpentine actually helped the citizens of New Ninjago City when the Overlord attacked by bringing them down underground.

#permanent anacondrai au #anacondrai kai #ninjago au #anacondrai skylor #kai ninjago #skylor ninjago #zane julien #zane ninjago #cole brookstone #jay walker #pixal borg

[anitalianfrie]

im asking! tell us about omegaverse rosquez

first of all, thank you lovely anons for indulging me. thoughts under the cut because i already know i'm going to get ranty

so of course vale is an alpha, marc is an omega, yadda yadda yadda. Marc enters the paddock of 125cc before presenting because he's a bit of a late bloomer (and that goes in his favour because otherwise he would have way less chances of getting signed) does he hide it? he's not the first omega rider in history, but also there have never been motogp omega champions, so he kinda keeps it under wraps until jorge (who's also an omega, amazing thoughts about him here by @whatwepostintheshadows) wins his chapionships. And then he gets to motogp and everybody knows it and he's so young and naive and of course he has the biggest crush on vale because not only he's an handsome alpha he's also THE valentino rossi the greatest of his generation the goat and knowing him personally? knowing what he smell like after a race when he's on the podium and adrenaline runs through his veins? Marc transforms into a horny puddle of goo. So he kind of starts slutting himself out because he knows he can get vale interested, he's there stretching right in front of vale folding himself in half and vale of course know that it's happening and pretends to not notice it but it reaches a point where he can't pretend anymore because he's going into pre-rut and marc is there, so sweet and inviting and purposefully showing the tendons of his neck, so he goes and whispers in his hear "if you don't stop people might get the wrong idea" and marc full of the cockiness that only a horny 20 years old can possess replies "what if it was the right idea?". After the race they fuck into Vale's room and Marc gets pounded into the mattress folded in half while Vale whispers how much of a dirty boy he is in his ears and keeps repeating "mine mine mine" and Marc gets insanely wet earing it. This was also Marc's first time with an alpha but he doesn't say anything about it because. He's with Valentino Rossi. What if he won't fuck him because of his inexperience.

They keep fucking after this and they almost get caught more than once because they keep doing it in public places, and Marc is full head over heels for Vale but of course it's not like that, because they're only having sex (and if Vale sometimes dreams of spending the rest of his life with Marc and biting his neck to mate him when he's not in rut and has no biological reason to blame for it, it's his business and his business only), and nobody can know about it because relationships between drivers are a big no no in the paddock.

And then marc gets invited to the ranch and everything starts to turn sour and Marc doesn't understand why, and of course he still spends his heats with vale but something is not right.

And then we get to sepang 2015 when vale gets convinced by other that of course marc is trying to help jorge win the championship because not only they are both spanish they are also both omegas, and everything that marc has done it's just part of their evil cunning scheme of destruction. (yes vale completely ignores the fact that 1. their relationship has started way before all of this shit and 2. that nobody knows about them so why would other people suggest it (omegaphobia), he's just as delusional as he is in our reality)

Anyway the press conference happens and. somehow it's worse. he insinuates that marc is helping jorge for the aforementioned reasons and takes as support of his thesis not only the track action, but their own relationship. Ok, it's not like he airs their dirty laundry in public, (because he would look like a fool, man that's your boyfriend) but he implies that marc has been trying to seduce him to purposefully distract him from the championship. Which is extremely insulting, mortyfing, and also has the consequence of setting back the opinion on omegas in motorsports of about 50 years. Marc is the evil incarnate. I will let you imagine how argentina goes because i do not have the strenght to get into that mess right now.

#rosquez #omegaverse motogp #omegaverse rosquez #c'è posta per me

[dilfsonic]

How does the human/mobian relationship work in the Service Animal AU? I kinda understand it but I would love to know more

So as far as normal humans and Mobians, things are equal…generally speaking. They’ve lived together for hundreds of years, and accommodations everywhere in public are made for both humans and Mobians of all shapes and sizes. Mobians also tend to wear more clothing in this au, after so much time living in close proximity to humans.

However, to little surprise, there’s still very popular sentiment that Mobians are still somewhat lesser. If not in intelligence, then they’re often equated to animals, or simply being ‘a step above animals.’ It’s not something that impacts law or equal treatment in this au, but it IS firm grounds for Mobians giving Shadow very disturbed or sometimes outright nasty looks for what he does.

Shadow is used to this, of course. He’s mastered the art of discretion; of becoming invisible. He doesn’t care what others think, but it tends to bother Maria more so. She can stand up to other humans easily enough, a firm “Please don’t do that,” when they try and touch or talk to Shadow, or correcting them when they insinuate he’s ‘owned’ by her. Or even worse, the questions of “How did you get a service Mobian/how can I get one too?” All of it implicating their real view on Mobians. Other Mobians, though, it’s harder to try and dissuade them. She can’t stop and lecture every single person they come across in public who gives an odd look, and besides which, Maria knows what they look like. She’s aware that Shadow seems servile to her, even if he is perfectly capable and encouraged by her to act independently.

All in all, a pretty complicated world dynamic here! Sonic himself seems blissfully oblivious to much of this. He doesn��t let outward opinion affect how he lives his life, or how he interacts with Shadow. His presence actually helps when the three of them go out together. Shadow’s position of service is a lot more obvious when it’s just him and Maria, but with Sonic as a buffer, they’re more easily looked over as any other group of friends.

#ty for this ask I wanted to talk more about this gah #service animal au

[trilliastra]

so obviously I previously wished some violent things on Boston and I don't regret it at all because he deserved it, but he deserved it for being a horrible, totally shit friend (though they're all horrible friends) NOT for having sex with multiple random people, because that's totally fine and he should do whatever he wants and his friends are terrible for the superiority complexes they wield over him. anyway point is now I want worse things to happen to Atom, what an absolute toe of a human.

ok, this is gonna be long but i have much to say about boston.

i might be the worst person in this fandom but i have loved him from the get-go. i have countless theories about his past and why he acts like this and could justify his actions (none that could be confirmed by canon so it's just in my head), but the truth is- he's more appealing as a character to me than mew ever was. do i approve of what he did? no, but i also didn't actually enjoy the entire concept of waiting for the right person/boyfriend to lose his virginity that mew has.

and so we get to this last episode where we see the root of the situation: boston is constantly seen as nasty because he enjoys sex. with different people.

he manipulated top? perhaps, (and it could be argued that he too thought mew was an hypocrite for kissing ray/leading him on) but everything else, every other sex partner, every guy he took pictures of- completely consensual, honest, straight-forward (he has an entire locked safe to store the pictures? they are artistic portraits? i love it).

he didn't promise love and even when nick asked for it, he never said they are exclusive, that they are boyfriends.

boston was basically slutshamed since the beginning, just because he's open about his sex life, while mew was seen as perfect (by cheum and co.) because of his thoughts on virginity.

atom can go die for insinuating boston forced himself on him, but the truth is- the gang never liked him, never approved of him, perhaps even thought he was a predator because he's had countless sex partners. here we see, mew describes him not as a player but a hunter. on the first episode.

and here i'm gonna elaborate on a personal theory connected to nick's words

like a kid wanting attention, boston is trying to be seen, he fucked top for validation, to have someone say he's better than someone at something, to have someone choose him because sex is something he knows he's good at.

he just doesn't know what to do, what kind of person he should be. if being himself-someone who likes sex, with different guys-is not enough, then who?

(takes off my boston apologist hat. bye)

#queenhippolyta #ask #ofts #only friends the series #only friends meta #as you can see all i needed was a excuse to rant about boston #i will walk myself out now