#it’s funny because the weird asks go away once anon comes off

[lxclerc]

𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐞 | 𝐝𝐫𝟑

SUMMARY: in which daniel is terrified the whirlwind of his world would make you leave him. REQUEST: from anon: “Angry!daniel cause ever since y/n and him went public, paps won't leave her alone and she feels overwhelmed so he gets pissed and goes off on them”  WARNING: invasive paps, hints of anxiety PAIRING: daniel ricciardo x reader WORD COUNT: 1.9k

NOTE: i actually genuinely hate this haha definitely not my best writing

MASTERLIST

I’d give you my sunshine, give you my best. But the rain is always gonna come if you’re standing with me. Is it enough if I never give you peace?

The first time you got sent hate after going public with Daniel, you laughed it off as you showed it to your boyfriend, finding the entire concept of someone going out of their way and taking time out of their day and putting in effort just to send such brainless comments about someone they’ve never talked to. 

“My first hate comment,” you joke, placing your head against his shoulder. “Does this mean I’ve made it?”

But Daniel doesn’t seem to find it as funny as his arms wrapped around you, a frown on his face as he gently took the phone from you, already making a mental note of the usernames. “I can speak up about this. Maybe lessen it a little.”

Your laugh cuts off when you realize he’s genuinely upset and so you take your phone back, putting it down as you place your chin against his chest, looking up at him to meet his eyes. “You don’t have to, Dan. It’s just a bunch of jealous idiots hiding behind their screens and it means nothing to me. I know what I signed up for when I started dating you.”

Daniel says nothing else, only pulling you closer to him as he meets your lips in a soft kiss, making you smile thinking that was it but still, Daniel couldn’t help the sudden sinking in his stomach. He hates the fact that you’ve accepted that loving him comes with dealing with hate and he can’t help but wonder how long you can take it till you decide it’s enough, making fear rise in his chest. 

—

The first time you appeared in the Paddock, the whirlwind of photographers and fans alike crowding around you and your boyfriend had you holding on to Daniel’s hand a little tighter, letting him pull you towards him in a subtle way to shield you from the cameras and the prying eyes, a crease appearing in his forehead.

Still, you only smile at him, trying to ignore the crawling in your skin as you give him a reassuring squeeze, not wanting to worry him before a race because of a silly little thing.

However, everyone can see that the public’s interest with you seems to be different from their interest from the other wives and girlfriends. Perhaps it’s because of your bubbly persona or the way Daniel seems so madly in love with you but they took special interest in everything you do, your follower count skyrocketing from a few hundreds consisting of friends to millions in a matter of days. 

“Y/N!” An interviewer called, saying your name as though you’re close friends rather than complete strangers as he all but shoves his mic to your face, making you stumble back a little till Daniel wrapped an arm around your waist to stabilize you. “How do you think Daniel will do this qualifying?” 

Daniel was about to speak, probably to make some excuse that would save you from the intruding interviewer but you only give him a nervous smile, not wanting to cause a scene or make yourself seem snobbish that would in turn reflect on your boyfriend.

And so you answer with as much grace as you can manage, trying to school your features into a smile that you hoped doesn’t look as uncomfortable as it feels. “To be honest with you, I’m still not quite sure how the sport works but one thing is for sure, however Dan performs, I’ll be cheering for him.”

And with that, Daniel is steering you away before anyone can ask anything else, not wanting to overwhelm you the first time that you come to a race to support him. 

“That was weird,” you mutter once you’re far enough away from the group of people, the McLaren motorhome becoming visible as the pit of fear in his returns.

“I’m sorry,” he says immediately, hand holding yours unknowingly becoming tighter. “They can be invasive. I should have told you.”

You’re quick to spot the immediate worry appearing in his voice along with the crease in his eyebrows and so you make sure to give him a smile, planting a kiss on his shoulder. “Don’t worry about it, Dan. It isn’t your fault and I don’t mind answering a few questions.”

—

Still, the media’s fascination with you only seems to grow. You’re not entirely sure either for what reason but it only seems to get worse as the entire issue with McLaren reaches the media. You’ve been busy mostly getting Daniel’s mind out of it as the two of you went camping with a few friends, deciding on a no phones allowed week filled with just each other.

The moment you come back though, everything seems to fall over. You aren’t like the usual models like the other WAGs are. You actually do have a boring desk job and an irritating boss and live pretty much a normal life. 

Of course up until you came in for work and a hoard of people with cameras came at you.

“Y/N, did you know about Daniel leaving McLaren?”

“Has Daniel told you about his future?” 

“What do you have to say about McLaren sacking Ricciardo in exchange for Piastri?” 

You can feel your chest getting tighter as you fight through the hoard to get back to your car, wanting nothing more than to get away from the invasive questions. Once your doors are locked and you’re back in the safety of your car, you immediately dial Daniel’s number, hands slightly shaking as cameras continue to go off outside.

“Dan?” Your voice is shaking too, you realize as you take deep breaths.

“Honey?” He asks and you can still hear the sleep lacing his voice. “I thought you’re at work.”

“I was,” you say, suddenly thanking everything that your car is tinted and no one can look inside from the outside. “There are paparazzis here and photographers. They were asking questions about you and I’m just–” You cut yourself off, unable to continue as your voice shakes again. “There’s a few of them surrounding my car.”

“What? Fuck.” Daniel suddenly sounds aware as you hear shuffling from his side as he gets out from the comfort of your shared bed. “I’ll come pick you up. Where are you?”

“No, no,” you say immediately. “I’ll drive home. I just wanted to let you know. They were asking me about McLaren and stuff and I didn’t want you to get in trouble.” 

“Who cares about that?” He sounds angry but you know it isn’t you he’s angry with. “I’ll run them all over.”

“Just stay there,” you tell him, already starting your car. “I’m on my way home.”

You hear him sigh and you know he wants to fight back again, wanting to be the one to pick you up and make sure you’re safe but he also knows there’s no way you’ll agree and so he can only nod his head despite the fact that you can’t see him. “I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry for this, baby.” 

“It’s fine,” you’re quick to say even though you both know it isn’t. “It’s not your fault, Dan.”

“Still,” he insisted. “They’re bothering you because of me.”

You sigh, not knowing what else to say and you sound so tired that it breaks Daniel’s heart. Are you tired of it? Tired of dealing with everything that comes with him? Are you tired of him?

“We’ll talk when I get home,” you say instead.

— 

“Daniel Ricciardo caught punching photographer.”

You sigh as Michael read the words, hand on Daniel’s wrist as you cleaned his wound gently. After a good night in celebration of his p5 finish in Singapore, the last thing you’d expected was this. A dinner date that was going inexplicably well as you and Daniel giggled over glasses of wine, hands entwined on the table. It was almost perfect if it weren’t for the sudden appearance of a couple of men with cameras blocking your paths as you move to go back to your hotel.

Daniel had you behind him, doing his best to shield you away from the prying questions but it was getting harder and harder as the few men became a horde after fans just passing by recognized him. He was trying his best to keep you behind him, arms wrapped around you in an attempt to put a barrier between you and the people you didn’t know.

His plan was to get you safely in the car then maybe he’d come back out to sign some stuff and get pictures, not wanting to completely ignore his supporters. However, that all flew out the window the moment one of the photographers wrapped a hand around your wrist, pulling you back and making you yelp as you almost fell if it weren’t for your boyfriend’s arm around you.

“Hey, man, let her go.” The restrained anger is clear in Daniel’s as he glared at the man still holding on to your arm.

But the man seemed to have heard nothing as he turned to you. “Y/N, I just have a few questions–”

But the photographer was unable to finish his sentence with Daniel’s fist colliding with his face. He’s never been one to result to violence but all he can seem to see is red as the man kept pulling at your wrist and before he knew it, he was pulling his arm back for a punch. 

“I told you to let go of my girlfriend, you fucker,” he spat out at the photographer now on the floor. 

Daniel seems ready to throw another punch but you’re quick to pull him away by his arm, the two of you barely escaping the clicks of cameras and videos that you’re sure is already trending on twitter.

And so here you were, in his hotel room as you cleaned his bloody knuckles, Michael standing over the two of them as he read the headlines. 

“McLaren marketing will handle it,” Daniel says and you know he’s still angry. “At least they’re useful for something.”

You couldn’t help but sigh again as you offer Michael a smile. “We’ll talk to you tomorrow, Mike.”

The trainer thankfully took the hint, nodding as he leaves the two of you by yourselves. For a moment it’s quiet as you entwine your hand with Daniel’s, placing it on your lap. You rest your head against his shoulder as you allow the silence to comfort the two of you.

“I’m sorry,” he said finally. “We were having such a great night.”

You smile softly at him, moving your head so your chin is on his shoulder. “It was still a good night, Dan.”

“I don’t know how you can keep doing it, stay with me and have your privacy be regularly violated.”

Is it okay if I never give you peace?

“Because I love you.” There’s no hesitance in your voice as you say it. “Being with you and watching you do what you love makes it all worth it.”

“For how long?” There’s genuine fear in Daniel’s voice as he asked it, finally voicing out thoughts that have been plaguing his mind for months.

But you only smile that reassured smile of yours at him, seemingly so sure of your answer. “For as long as you want me.”

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[the-s1lly-corner]

Hear me out on this please

TADC crew x itward like reader

If you want to ignore this request you can I totally understand lol

TADC cast x itward type! Reader

Imma be so real with you anon originally I was gonna save this request for later since I have ZERO ideas (funny since fran bow as a game has had a choke hold on me since it released) but then I realized I can be evil and introduce people to the game

Anyways guys go play fran bow! Or better yet theres a full fandub, as well as several lets plays on YouTube!! I also recommend little misfortune as it's made by the same creators and takes place in the same universe!

Kind of wrote this as their general thoughts and dynamic with you since I struggled a lot with thinking of romantic stuff with them, especially with characters that I dont think would like. Be interested in characters like itward

CAINE:

You guys. Can talk up a storm, I think. Literally it's just you two "interrogating" one another and learning more about each other. As scared as you are of the current situation at hand, you can't help but be intrigued by everything, including the self proclaimed ring master!

Curiosity is damned, damn you curiosity/ref

Your curiosity ends up with you learning as nearly as much caine is willing to let on about the digital world...

Thinks

Two well dressed fellows, as well.. bonus if you have a red suit like itward so you kinda match with Caine

Caine loves watching you build your little machines, too, usually hovers over your shoulder

POMNI:

Sure you might not be able to fly away in a flying ship and return to the real world, but who's to say you cant make your own exit..? Possibly manipulate the code or something...! Sure you're main thing is machinery and technology, but theres usually some level of coding in there... so you and pomni team up to try to come up with a plan... honestly you probably lightly scold her when you find out she tried to leave, knowing ragatha needed help. On one hand you cant bring yourself to fully blame her, but on the other you would rather try to escape with everyone, you know? Pomni is sometimes put off by your odd nature, though... not enough to push her away from working with you though!!

RAGATHA:

You guys bond over your shared interested in sewing! You both make plushes! For you it's more so for gift giving, and for ragatha she does it to pass time! I like to think you guys both have nights where you just hang out, either in her room or yours, and just. Chat and sew! Probably finds your weirdness a little endearing in it's own way; afterall never once were you malicious, in fact you're quite kind to everyone around you and are more than willing to offer second chances even to those who dont deserve it. You and ragatha would be really good friends, I think!

JAX:

Finds your weirdness a little annoying and he probably asks you a ton of stupid questions on purpose. Probably asks a stream of dumb ones before asking one he knows will peak your interest, but insist he needs to go do something when you start answering. That aside he has probably asked if you could build him a funky little gadget (that he totally wont use for mischief).. probably tries to get all buddybuddy with you because he knows you wont give it to him for the...actual reason he wants

You personally dont hate him, but theres no real solid friendship there I think

KINGER:

Ah, the two strange father figures! Both with funky interests; kingers is bugs and yours is forks! ....okay well it's hard to combine those two interest so I guess we can use a different one, mechanics! You've definitely made kinger wind up robotic bugs before, and the fact it made him happy makes you happy! You guys both have a habit of spacing out, though on different levels and for different reasons...you both mutually keep an eye on one another, though!

You've probably dreamed of building a flying machine and escaping this place at least once, leaving with kinger. Too bad the reality isnt going to be that simple.. besides you'd bring everyone with you anyways

ZOOBLE:

honestly they get annoyed how sometimes you dont give direct answers and be vague when you're asked for a solution. It's not that you're trying to be malicious or incompetent, youre just trying to push for everyone to get creative and explore the world around them themselves, you know? Finds it a little off how you sometimes zone out, as if youre thinking about a dozen things at once... but nonetheless, zooble cant bring themselves to hate you. In fact you have this weird comforting aura around you.

GANGLE:

Youre so so nice with her and always trying to build her up. And honestly I think that's so sweet. Hugs. Give hugs! Side note I bet itward gives the most comforting hugs so by extension the reader gives the most comforting hugs!! You're always there to stand up for her, too, when people *cough cough jax* are mean to her. You probably also try to helo her make a new mask... not like "oh you help her fix her masks" no I mean like you try to make her a mask that's made of a stronger material so it's harder to break

Honestly I cant see a romantic relationship between a reader like this and gangle, I personally see it more as close friends or even found family

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[frost-queen]

Witches hour (Reader x Ambrose Spellman)

Requested by: anon ,Forever tag:@missmelodramatic, @merlin-dahlia, @alex--awesome--22 @elllie-does-the-posts, @floatlosers, @merlieve, @queen-of-books, @glimmering-darling-dolly@denkisclown, @wildieflower, @meyocoko, @bubblybrianna, @justanothercoco@subjecta13-thefangirl, @m-rae23, @harleyquinnswifeyfrfr, @swampthing07, @melsunshine, @panhoeofmanyfandoms, @venomsvl, @the-uncoordinated-house-cat, @rosecentury,  @imagines-by-her,  @evilcr0ne, @vviolynn

Summary: You are but a mortal friend of the Spellman's, working with Hilda in her shop as you become off interest to the Weird sisters and one wicked boy. They find it funny to scare you till it gets out of hand and you get hurt. Afraid and frightend you run to the Spellman's because you are too scared to be alone. Ambrose comforts you and considers to tell you magic is real and how he feels about you.

“Ambrose.” – you called out as he was blocking your way in the small row between shelves. He chuckled leaning with his arm on top of the shelves. – “I’m just standing here.” – he answered smiley. – “Yes in my way.” – you laughed out picking a book from the few books you were carrying. With a small novel you hit Ambrose against his shoulder. It startled him making him flinch. – “You know how much your aunt hates you slouching against her books.” – you said teasingly. Ambrose smiled sheepishly, rubbing his arm as you moved past him. You went to the next row to set the books you were carrying away. Noticing Ambrose had followed you. – “Shouldn’t you be at home helping your aunt Zelda?” – you questioned.

Ambrose pulled his shoulders up. – “Maybe?” – he replied mischievous. – “Wait till your aunt Hilda sees you here.” – you joked out. – “Alright, alright you sure can pester one way.” – Ambrose answered bothered as it made you laugh loud. – “Now go.” – you said slapping another book playfully at him. Ambrose moved his hands up, backing out of the row. – “Go.” – you mouthed laughable to him, seeing him linger. Looking over your shoulder you looked to see if Hilda was coming out of the back door or not. Ambrose exited with a grand gesture making you laugh loud. You kept laughing till you heard Hilda’s footsteps. She had come out of the back area carrying a box.

“Was.. was that Ambrose?” – she questioned seeing the last of a shim disappear into the night. – “Sure not, Ambrose is at home as he is supposed to.” – you told her with a cheeky smile. Aunt Hilda quirked her eyebrow up but was gullible enough to believe you. – “I’m just going to set this box away and we can start locking up for tonight.” – Hilda spoke showing the box your way. You hummed loud in response. Hilda left as you continued to stock the few remaining books away in your hand. On top of a shelf laid pumpkin lights as you smiled upon them. You blinked confused seeing a pumpkin light flicker. It was so briefly you weren’t sure if it was a trick of the eye or true. The lights appearing normal now. Leaning in closer you stared at the pumpkin light.

From the corner of your eye, you saw another pumpkin light flicker. Turning your head you saw it flicker clear as day. More lights started to flicker making you be stunned at bit, not knowing what to do. Then the flickering stopped, all the lights turned off from itself. Curious and confused you leaned closer once more, pointing your finger out to tap the light. The moment your finger touched the light you saw a scarier face appear on the light. It had scared you so much you dropped the book in your hand, jumping back against the bookcase behind you.

“Everything alright Y/n?” – Hilda asked lifting her head up from across the shop near the window. Looking back at the lights, they were normal again. – “Yes… everything is alright.” – you answered to pick up the fallen book. You quickly put it away. Meeting up with Hilda, you said your goodbye’s. – “See you tomorrow Y/n.” – she spoke giving you a hug. – “Happy spooky season.” – you called back to her, waving your goodbyes, knowing how much Hilda loved the spooky season of October. Only a few days till it would Halloween.

A cold breeze would creep up on you once you were outside. Leaves dancing in circles on the ground carried by the wind’s orchestra. Looking up to the night sky you saw a crescent moon. You started walking home in the dark of night. The trees rustling as a breeze swept underneath your coat sending your scarf up. It caught you off guard making you turn a bit around as if someone had touched you without permission. Your eyes went slowly up seeing a figure stand at the end of the street. Lighted up by a streetlight. It came you the chills. A loud scream carried away by the wind made you cover up your ears and duck down. Looking back up the shadow was gone. Panting and frightened you turned around only to be met up with the shadow.

You screamed your lungs out, swaying your arms around and take a run for it. You started running for your life, wondering if you had seen too many scary movies last night with Sabrina, Theo, Harvie and Rosie. That must be it. Your mind was still thinking about the scary movies you had seen. A dog barked loud making you jump away, picking up more speed to hurry up home. Out of breath you reached your house, hurrying to get the keys. Panicking his much you dropped them.

Scrambling to get them, your hand shook as you tried to stick the key in the keyhole. With one last scream of feeling rushed, you opened the door jumping inside. Without looking back, you shut the door behind you. Locking it immediately. Switching on the lights you felt more at ease. You jumped out of your skin seeing three girls in your living room. One of them sitting down, the other two sitting each on a side. – “Well hello mortal.” – the one in the middle purred out while checking out her nails.

 “Who are you?” – you asked loudly. – “What are you doing in my house!” – The girl that sat clicked her tongue swaying her finger to the side. – “We’re but friends mortal.” – she slowly got up. – “Shall we play a game?” – she asked not expecting an answer from you. – “This one is called.” – the redhead on her left said. – “Hide and scream.” – the black-haired girl on her right filled in. With the snap of a finger went the power off. You squealed loud at the sudden darkness. – “Now run!” – A loud whisper filled your ears coming from behind. Lightning stuck all of the sudden, lighting up the room. You screamed loud seeing that the girl’s faces had become horrifying. Almost demonic. You started running for your life up the stairs. Hearing their loud giggling and cackling surround you.

You ran into your bedroom, shutting the door behind you. – “Oh mortal let us in.” – one of them spoke, knocking gently on your door. Covering your mouth to silence your breathing, you backed away. – “We only want to play.” – one of the other spoke. You backed up against your bed as it startled you. A sudden grip around your ankle made your eyes widen. Before you could utter a scream you got pulled at your ankle.

Falling flat forwards, your face smacking hard against the ground. Looking over your shoulder you saw a boy hide underneath your bed. His face half caught by a shadow. His wicked smile reflecting against the darkness. You screamed it out, kicking your feet at him. What is going on? You thought. Rushing up to your feet, you wanted to run for your door, remembering in the last second that those three girls were just outside.

The boy came crawling from under your bed. Your eyes stood wide with fright, pressed against the door. He started to rise his hands as fire light up from your flooring. Forming a circle around you. You screamed it out as he could only laugh. What kind of witchcraft was this? Your head was spinning trying to process the magic just happening in your room while trying to deal with the fear. – “Leave me alone!” – you called out to him. He pouted his lips. – “But we were just making fun.” – he slashed his hand down as it made your head turn with a gasp. Feeling a sting on your cheek.

With trembling hands you went to touch it. Fingers stained with blood when you looked at them. He had left a cut on your cheek. – “You’re the devil!” – you called out. – “Oh honey I assure you I’m not. I am merely a child of night.” – he answered with a grin. Not wanting stay here with him, you jumped over the fires to the back of your room. – “Oh we got a runner.” – The boy called out swiping his hand across. A force picking you up as you got flung out of the window. Glass shattering as you crashed through it. You fell onto the lower roof part of your porch, rolling over it to drop to the ground, landing in a bush.

Groaning loud you got up seeing the cuts all over your arms and legs. You got up, running for your life. Limping at bit from the fall as you didn’t want to be home alone anymore. The boy was watching you run from up your room. The three girls coming to stand beside him. – “Great you’ve chased her away.” – Dorcas said slapping his arm. Agatha sighed loud. – “Ambrose would be furious if he finds out we scared his little mortal friend.” – she spoke making Prudence roll her eyes.

“I do not care one bit for that Spellman. He should know better than to mingle with lame mortals.” – Prudence chuckled deep. – “Shame I couldn’t make her bleed more.” – the boy said with a shrug of his shoulder. Dorcas and Agatha quirking their eyebrow at him. – “We don’t want her dead you moron! We just want her scared.” – Dorcas called out. The boy rolled with his eyes not caring much.

“Ambrose!” – you shouted loud. Huffing and puffing out of breath as you reached the Spellman’s house. – “Ambrose!” – you shouted again running up the porch. – “Ambrose! Ambrose please open up!” – you panicked banging loudly at their door. The door opened as you exhaled deep pushing yourself inside, not wanting to be one minute longer in the dark. – “Y/n what are you doing here?” – Sabrina asked as she had opened the door. – “I…I…” – you tried to speak. – “What happened?” – Sabrina wanted to know as Ambrose came down the stairs. – “Y/n?” – he said widening his eyes at the cuts on your body.

“What happened!” – Ambrose demanded to know, rushing up to you. – “I…I…I fell out of my window.” – you told him still catching your breath. – “What?” – Sabrina called out. Ambrose stared confused and slightly worried at you. Sabrina pulled her shoulders up as she had no clue as well. – “Come.” – Ambrose said wrapping his arm around you to lead you upstairs. Sabrina closed the door giving her cousin one last worried glance. Upstairs seated Ambrose you down on his bed. – “Now Y/n tell me what happened. How did you get these cuts?” – he spoke worriedly.

You looked frightened at him. – “There were these girls in my house.” – you told him. – “Girls?” – Ambrose repeated confused. – “Three of them. Demanding to play a game with me. All the lights went out!” – you panicked explaining your story to him. – “Then upstairs in my room was a boy, hiding under my bed. Fire! Ambrose there was fire!” – you grasped for his hand, startling him with your sudden loud voice. – “Fire?” – he questioned. – “Yes. Poof fire.” – you gestured out. – “It was like he created it out of thin air.” – you said as Ambrose’s eyes widened. – “He gave me this cut without touching me.” – you showed your cheek to Ambrose to show him.

“When I wanted to run I got thrown out of the window by a force. Leading to my appearance.” – Exhaling deep you felt yourself slowly come at ease. – “Darn witches.” – Ambrose mumbled under his breath. – “Huh?” – you said hearing a whiff of his words. Ambrose chuckled nervously. – “Have I gone crazy, or did they do magic?” – you asked to be certain you weren’t losing your mind. Ambrose slightly nodded, not wanting you to feel insane. He carefully watched your reaction trying to see if it was perhaps a good idea to tell you he was a witch as well. – “Okay…” – you replied neutral not sure how to react to it.

“Why… why would they taunt me? Is it because it is almost Halloween?” – you slapped Ambrose his hand out of pure over-reaction. Ambrose shook his head. – “It is because you are with me.” – he told you making you furrow your brows. – “Why would they do that?” – you wanted to know. Ambrose took a deep breath pulling you closer to him by your shoulders. – “Y/n I’m going to tell you something and I hope this doesn’t change anything… or at least maybe a bit.” -  he started.

“Ambrose you are scaring me a bit.” – you answered. – “Don’t be.” – he made sure. He took another deep breath before speaking. – “I am like them. I am also a witch, so is Sarbina and my aunties.” – your mouth fell open with shock. – “But I assure you we mean you no harm Y/n. We aren’t all bad, besides we adore you. Specially me… I…I…like…no love you Y/n. That… that is why the weird sisters, and that boy tormented you. It is because they can see I care for you, and I am so sorry for that.” – he finished.

You slowly smiled kissing Ambrose by surprise. Ambrose pulled startled away. – “I’m not scared anymore, knowing you won’t let anything happen to me.” – you told him. Ambrose nodded still trying to process the surprise kiss. – “Also I like…no love you too Ambrose. I just didn’t think you saw me in that way.” – Ambrose laughed loud, grabbing a hold of you to kiss you. This time longer and deeper. – “I promise you no harm will ever come to you.”

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[d10nyx]

NYYYYYYXXXXX!!!!!! HAIIIII HRUU :3! bless ur soul for putting up with my nonsensical yapping.. i love ur inputs<3 & NEW BOTS WOOO thank you for these gracious meals😋

AND I WAS THINKING (here we go again LMAO)..RE2 LEON AS A LOSER COLLEGE CLASSMATE. he’s a loner. kinda nerdy, not that talkative. sits in the back of any room. poor baby is too shy to make a conversation w anyone, & when/if he does, nobody’s listening/thinks his input is weird/is talking over him so he jus gives up on trying 2 make friends & just decides to focus on his studies (◞‸◟)

until popular!reader comes along & makes the effort to get to know Leon by sitting next to him. bro is baffled! but shes popular for a reason; so sweet & considerate, funny—cute! it’s the most attention that anybody has ever given him & he gets so drunk off of her mere presence that he just can’t help getting a little crush on her!

but then that quickly develops into an unhealthy obsession; “accidentally” bumping into her “randomly”, rubbing himself to pictures of her, attached to her by the hip! her bf doesn’t like him for being so touchy, so he kinda beats Leon up :(… a lesson is NOT learned bc Leon complains to reader abt his boo-boos, & she tells her bf off. seeing this, Leon tells her lies abt her bf & she believes him always bc Leon is nothing but an angel! 

bro has a whole wall dedicated to her. photos of her w her friends (who r etched out/cut out), her walking around campus, etc. mf collects her chewed-up pencils & forgotten hairties (bonus if they have strands on them) & and disposed gum-wrappers like they’re ancient artifacts. occasionally takes her empty/half-full waterbottles and licks & kisses the lip to pretend he’s making out with her. typically results in him whimpering her name while humping a pillow… yeah he’s pathetic, but she’s none the wiser!…. do u see my vision….

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🍼anon i'm literally on my knees asking for your hand in marriage because i love love LOOOVE creep/perv re2 leon :3 pls yap in my inbox forever bcs your ideas are so juicy and make me scream!! BUT HIII!!! i'm good !! hruuu?

but omg ofc i see the vision!! he's so sweet at first, just happy to have a friend. but reader is the only one who's ever treated him like this, and his innocent crush is so quick to become an obsession. the water bottle thing had me SCREAMING like ughhhh.

reader is so oblivious. leon is so unassuming and like... no one cares about him, so they don't notice when he slinks away at the beginning of the lecture with reader's room key... oops. he gets himself some souvenirs(aka used panties...) but he's also *such* a gentleman that he doesn't just care about that. he's also taking note of stuff like the shower gel n shampoo she uses so he can get the same ones as reader to feel closer to her :33

bonus points if he snaps one day. after she tells her bf off, her bf gets really fucking defensive about HIS girlfriend. every time leon walks into the room, he's pulling her in for a kiss - not just a peck, but like... a sloppy makeout sesh. leon ends up being like 'hi i wanna say sorry for how i've acted... come w me'. except he's not sorry at all (duh) and he gets rid of her boyfriend once and for all.

of course, he's the one to comfort reader when she's completely distraught at her bfs 'disappearance'. he lets her into his dorm room and cuddles her while being all sweet, using her emotional vulnerability to coax reader into letting him touch her. he's got her right where he wants her now. and if her friends start to catch on? he's got no problem disposing of them, too.

#yandere leon? #I'm always down :3 #asks <3 #🍼anon

[gyroist]

As long as you are willing to write for Gyro, I'm willing to beg ask for him. Sooooo, can I ask for some headcanons about his gf waking him up with a bj?... I wanna suck his dick so bad, it's not even funny anymore :(

WAKING HIM UP WITH HEAD.   — gyro zeppeli

—   his reaction to being abruptly woken up to the sight of you blowing him at 4am in the morning

↺ feat. gyro zeppeli x fem!reader ↺ trigger/content warnings.  smut ; (consensual) somno, oral (m receiving) ↺ word count. 1k ↺ note. happy sunday everyone, hope you had a good weekend! sorry this took me a bit anon, hope you can forgive me<3. but honestly i feel you anon, i have the exact same problem. 😔

masterlist

gyro zeppeli.

▸ honestly and truly, Gyro has fantasized about this. god, he loves the idea of you waking him up by wrapping your pretty little lips around his cockhead.

▸ he’s not shy about it either, he’s brought up the idea to you out of nowhere whenever Johnny wasn’t around. (actually, sometimes johnny was around. but johnny would always mentally escape before he heard any more of Gyros fantasies)

▸ either way, you knew Gyro would’ve loved this. so deciding to play nice, you indulged in him. just this once.

▸ you had to plan for this, doing it while camping out somewhere would’ve been nice but because johnny was such a light sleeper, he would’ve easily woken up to the sound of Gyro’s belt unbuckling.

▸ unfortunately for Gyro, he unknowingly had to wait until you three made it to a town to finally sleep in an old motel of the sort.

▸ there would usually be two rooms left out, you johnny and Gyro had a rotation on who shared what bed and who doesn’t. luckily, today happened to be the day johnny had the room to himself…

▸ Gyro didn’t tell you this, but he had a vague idea that you were planning something. all day and for the past two days you’ve had this mischievous glint to your eye, always smiling so eerily at him on occasion. in his mind, he thought he’s finally annoyed you enough to where you’re planning his murder 😔.

▸ back on topic, when it finally comes down to it, you’re a little nervous. Gyro was a weird kind of sleeper, he could sleep through seven buildings collapsing all at once but shot up in his bedroll with no hesitation when he’d hear Valkyrie in any sort of distress. so honestly, your chances of being caught were split; and you were hoping that whatever god was out there was on your side tonight.

▸ it was a few hours past midnight and that’s when you decided to finally go through with your plan, swallowing all doubt once your hands reached his belt. slowly undoing it and freezing whenever Gyro would shift or groan in his sleep.

▸ surprise surprise, it didn’t take much for Gyro to get hard. at the contact of your cool hands, the thing was already half-hard (😑).

▸ pressing feathery light kisses against his stomach, you felt Gyro beginning to shift around and mumble something, but he didn’t wake up yet.

▸ you tried not to think too much about it when your mouth wrapped itself around him. this wasn’t your first time sucking him off, but your throat could never quite get used to his thickness. you had to go down painfully slow to avoid any gagging, in your mind you could already envision Gyro’s impatience.

▸ when you got down to the rhythm of it, bobbing your head down and briefly moving up to suck on his tip, Gyro had begun to stir himself awake. you felt your heart pounding against your chest when Gyro lifted his hands to feel up whatever was touching him.

▸ opening his eyes and peering down at you, it took a bit for Gyro to process what the hell he was seeing but once it clicked, holy fucking christ… did he die and go to heaven?

▸ you were sat on your side, hands jerking up where your mouth couldn’t reach. Gyro could feel your warm tongue pressing flatly against him; when you finally pull away with an obscene ‘pop’ you looked up at him with feigned innocence and a sweet smile, “good morning”

▸ fucking hell, you’re going to be the death of him.

▸ Gyro’s hands brushed any hair sticking to your face away, then moved up to pat your head accordingly. he couldn’t form words, maybe it was the overwhelming excitement growing in his chest from the whole ordeal. instead, he nudged you down to get you to keep going.

▸ Gyro felt himself relax with a loud sigh when he felt your mouth back on him. he lets you do the work with little guidance than usual, closing his eyes and reveling in the pleasure. on occasion, you’ll look up at him and admire how cute he is with his lips parted and trying to focus on not cumming early.

▸ you would make that hard though. from how well you were sucking him off, to how good you looked doing it…yeah, he wasn’t gonna last long. mans had to stop you for a moment.

▸ he’d joke about you not giving him a fighting chance. you only rolled your eyes at it with one of those laughs you do through your nose and went back down on him.

▸ whenever you blew him, Gyro always had a habit of grabbing onto your hair harshly and pushing you down onto his length when he’s about to cum. but because he was still partially sleepy, he let you go at your own pace.

▸ you felt Gyro’s cock twitch on your tongue, as well as the shaking of his thighs; he was close. you purposely slowed down and occasionally sped up, you were driving him crazy and all he could do was sit there and take it.

▸ it didn’t take long after for the familiar feeling of Gyro’s thick cum spilling down your throat. he always came a lot more than the average man, it was nearly impossible to swallow it all without choking but you still tried.

▸ to Gyro, it was hot. seeing you gag on his dick while cum dribbled down your chin. under normal circumstances, he would’ve loved to fuck your throat right this instance but he’d save that for another day.

▸ when it was all said and done, you crawled up the bed and sat next to him. the whole ordeal still processing in your mind, you didn't even notice Gyro place his thumb on your lips.

“That was hot, you should do that again sometime.”

“not a chance”

©GYROIST

#gyro zeppeli smut #gyro headcanons #gyro x reader #jjba smut #jjba headcanons #jjba x reader #gyro zeppeli x reader #gyro zeppelli headcanons #joannewrites #afterdark #cw.somno

[desertfangs]

Love your love for post-canon Armand/Daniel, I’m the same 🫣 In part because I love reading different interpretations of what their relationship is like in the present, what has changed and what has remained the same over the years. It seems like people agree on most things but I love how certain things simply come down to personal interpretation. And look, I know that Anne should’ve included WAY more armandaniel content in the last trilogy but I appreciate the fact that she had a plan in mind for them, or at least a theme: them wanting to spend as much time alone together as possible post-reunion, which is a thing every time their names are mentioned together (them sneaking out in the rain, them wanting to go back to Trinity Gate). They’re in their “run away with me/anytime you want” era and I really love that for them 🫀

I’m so into post-canon Armand and Daniel and I'm so glad you are too! Anne didn’t need to tell me they’d get back together for me to believe they would—I firmly believe they always will, they’re soulmates and two sides of the same weird coin, plus Daniel is Armand’s only fledgling. They have a bond in love and bond in blood. And they’ve always been so absolutely feral for each other. I just can’t imagine them staying apart for long without extenuating circumstances. I believe they’re that couple who will have their periods of being apart (either because they’re doing different things or because they had a fight, lol) but they’ll always come back together. They’re magnetic and they love each other so much.

But I am glad Anne did give us little mentions that they were in fact doing things together and, correct me if I’m wrong, as far as we know Daniel and Armand are living together when the series ends. Which is good enough for me. Of course I would have loved Daniel to get more screen time. I mean aliens are involved! Let the guy talk about that! I want his perspective on that stuff! Or just to be included in the ending because he is such a vital character. He’s the reason the series exists! He’s the one who started it all. I mean, come on! ISTG Anne.

💖💖 THEIR RUN AWAY WITH ME ERA 💖💖 Listen anon, I love that so much I want it on a throw pillow or a t-shirt! 😭😭😭 I’m going to refer to it as that from now on, it’s perfect, no notes. 

I love that you’ve pointed out how they seem to want to be alone together when they are mentioned in the last trilogy. I hadn’t really thought of it that way and now that’s my happy thought. Because it does seem in line with my prevailing in-universe theory for why we don’t get more of them together and that’s because they want their privacy. 

We know Daniel never wanted fame. He published Interview with the Vampire under a pseudonym. I can imagine he was vaguely uncomfortable with his story being out in the world once he realized people he knew might find it. (Which is a funny thought given how eagerly he devoured Armand’s story in TVL but like.. I don’t blame him there.) 

But also Armand and Daniel have been through a lot. Armand tried to end his life and has had to spend time recovering and then got saddled with two kids because Marius thought it would tether him to the world. Daniel thought Armand had died and he’d lost him and went mad for a while. Like they’ve been through some shit. I can absolutely see them deciding that they want some space and for their story to be kept off the published pages of Lestat’s books as much as possible and Lestat acquiescing because he clearly does love Armand. 

If they want some peace and their time together left out of the books, if they want to disappear together or run off alone for long periods, or even just sneak off to Paris when they’re at Court, or hole up alone in Trinity Gate with a “No Vacancy” sign on the door, frankly that’s beautiful and they deserve it. I love that for them.

Thank you so much for the ask! 💖💖 I’ve had a horrible week and this has greatly improved my night. I hope I wasn’t too rambly, my brain is very fried. 

#their run away with me era #y'all i'm crying that is too good #i love this so much #answers in the desert #vc #vampire chronicles #daniel molloy #armand #armand/daniel #vc meta #vc headcanons #trinity gate #post-canon shenanigans #devil's minion #the devil's minion

[80pairsofcrocs]

baby scarab || 46

anon - in our fav baby scarab what if y/n somehow for some reason ended up in marc’s memory bank we see when they’re crossing to the after life in the show and maybe the the boys end up in her’s and they both come out like “damn you good?” (the answer is no)

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anon - Bs starting to be more affectionate?

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anon - y/n puts marc's hair in tiny pigtails while he naps

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A/N : enjoy???????

masterlist - marvel masterlist - series masterlist

A/N : angst? and fluff? idk

please enjoy, and don't be shy if you want to be in the taglist, just ask <3, sorry for the long wait

pairings : steven grant x (platonic)reader, marc spector x (platonic) reader, khonshu x (platonic)reader, jake lockley x (platonic)reader

TW : medicine (pills), spidey stuff, mentions of violence, language, nightmares, memory banks, asylums, heavy mentions of child abuse, the usual, let me know if i missed anything.

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you were feeling way better than you did yesterday.

last night, casper had to go home to your disappointment. marc did eventually catch you though and threatened to throw you off the roof, which resulted in you jumping off and sticking to the wall, effectively scaring the life out of him.

everyone else got a laugh out of it though.

and now you were getting home from work, unlocking and opening the door to see all three of your dads, still in separate bodies, arguing about something.

you just rolled your eyes and shut the door behind you, locking it and tossing your bag down so you can take off your shoes.

once you did so, steven walked past you into the kitchen, tensely putting a kettle on the stove after filling it with water.

you sigh slowly and walk towards him, deciding to just stand next to him until he felt like talking.

which wasn’t long at all.

“those two are driving me up the wall” he starts, relaxing a bit. “cant agree on anything, and it’s worse now that they can physically fight” he runs a hand down his face.

you give him a small smile. 

“and it’s because for some reason we can’t figure anything out while you’re gone” he rolls his eyes at himself.

you raise an eyebrow at that. “cant even decide what to put on the telly, that’s what they’re arguing about” he gestures off to the living room, where marc and jake are still in some kind of debate.

“anyways how was your day? do you need any pain medicine? what about some tea?” he asks and you smile at him.

“i need you to take a break” you confess. “you do too much for me” you finish, making steven scoff.

“you’re very funny, i’ll get you some tea” he says, but you stop him.

“it’s okay. go take a break i’ll handle dumb and dumber” you smile at him and he relaxes completely.

“are you sure?” he asks and you nod.

“just one thing though” he moves forward to hug you tightly, you reciprocating it almost instantly.

he lets go to press a light kiss to your forehead before getting himself some tea.

“you can stay in my room and read so you can have some time away from them” you tell steven.

“well- you can go in there anyways it’s your house” you wave your hand around.

steven smiles at you and picks up one of his books from off the counter.

“correction- it’s our home. and thank you” he tells you heading off to finally relax a bit on his own.

steven ended up sitting on your windowsill, it was fairly wide so you could fit some cushions and pillows on it, and the string lights hung perfectly above it, giving it a very calming atmosphere.

you turned to jake and marc who were making faces at each other, and walked into the living room to pick up two throw pillows and chuck them both at their faces.

they couldn’t dodge them, since they were too engaged in their weird staring contest.

“what is your problem?” you ask between them and they both start talking at the same time.

you roll your eyes and shoot a web at both of them, just sticking to their shirts to get their attention.

“jake, you first” you clarify, and marc crosses his arms while jake starts to speak.

“this idiota keeps changing the channel”

“that’s because you-“

“how about we agree on f/s? hm?” you suggest, and both the boys rip the webs off themselves and sit back down with glaring at each other.

“and quiet down, steven is trying to read” you point to your room, where your door was half open.

they both just nodded, marc more stiffly than jake.

you put on your favorite show, and went back to the kitchen.

you had a long day at work, and even though your mouth didn’t hurt as bad, it was still sore.

plus you were starving and still couldn’t eat solid foods yet according to steven.

you just decided to warm up half of some canned soup, and settled with that.

due to your enhanced healing abilities, you were healing way faster than anyone else would. 

this is one of the times you didn’t curse out that spider.

you finished your soup fairly quickly, as you only had half of the can, and washed your bowl.

you went back to the living room to see jake asleep on the floor, with both the cats laying on top of his chest.

and marc was just watching the tv with a blank look on his face.

“you okay?” you ask him, and he turns to you as you round the couch to sit down next to him.

“nothin’, just.. thinking” he answers and you tilt your head at him.

“about what?” you question and he sighs.

“something you don’t need to worry your little head about” he tries to smile at you but you make a face.

“you always make me tell you everything” you complain, and marc pulls you close to him so that you’re leaning your head on his shoulder.

“you don’t have to worry about me”

“yeah but that doesn’t mean i don’t” you retort and he sighs.

“really, it’s nothing” he assures you and you nod hesitantly.

“if you say so” you say a bit quieter when you heard jake shift a bit in his sleep.

it’s quiet for a moment while you and marc focus on the tv, before he speaks again when you yawn.

“tired?” he rhetorically asks and you nod.

he adjusts you so that you’re laying on top of him like you usually are, then you lift your arms up so that your hands were in marc’s hair, brushing through it with your fingers.

marc sighed in content, and already felt tired.

he always enjoyed when layla played with his hair, so it only makes sense that he liked it when you did it too.

he found it calming, and most sleepless nights whenever you or layla would just simply run your fingers through his hair, he was out like a light.

while marc dozed off, you used two of your hair ties to give him two tiny pigtails, making you silently laugh as to not wake him up.

you took them out and reminded yourself to properly make his hair pretty later, but for now, you were tired.

so you went to sleep as well, not prepared for anything you were about to see.

and neither was marc.

~~~

marc opened his eyes to find himself alone on his couch.

he looked around while sitting up, no jake, no cats, and no y/n.

he frantically got up and checked your room, to see it was back to the empty storage room it was a month ago.

he furrowed his brows, wandering the house a throwing open doors looking for anybody.

“this isn’t funny, come out guys” he yells into the apartment, and rushes to open the front door, only to be greeted with the inside of what looked like some kind of school.

he turned around and saw that the door was gone, and he was stuck inside this place.

he takes in a shaky breath and freezes when what looks like a couple and and older lady come out of an office.

“i’ll tell her to get her stuff ready, if you don’t mind waiting here” the lady tells the couple, who both nod and sit down at a bench outside the office.

marc made a face, walking towards the couple as they speak in hushed voices.

“hello? where am i?” he asks them, to receive no answer.

he furrows his brows again and hesitantly puts a hand out to feel that his hand went right through the woman’s shoulder.

he gasps softly and quickly turns around when he hears two sets of footsteps.

“this lovely couple is going to be adopting you today, y/n. why don’t you go say hi?” the lady says to a very young looking version of you, probably not younger than 5.

marc looks down at the younger you, watching as you hid behind the lady, while the couple came closer and crouched down, the man holding out a hand towards you.

“hey there, y/n” the man starts, and marc makes a face, watching as the small you peaks your head out from behind the lady.

“my name is andrew, and this is my wife emma, we are going to be your parents” he introduces, and you slightly step out to slowly bring a hand up to shake the man’s in greeting.

“see? they aren’t scary” the lady says, and marc sees you turn back to give her a pleasing look while taking your hand back and adjusting your backpack straps.

just then, marc noticed the dark navy blue dress you had on, your knees scraped up and one of your socks halfway pushed down than the other.

his eyes softened when he saw the way you looked at the lady, who shook her head.

“you’re going to go home with them, okay?” she tells the small you, marc shaking his head.

he saw you hug the lady tightly, before being ushered out of the building by the two adults.

marc scoffed and followed you all out, to where he was in a different room, looking behind him and seeing no doors just like the first time.

this time he was in a doctors office, seemingly later since the younger you was wearing shorts and your knees were perfectly healed.

the woman’s blonde hair was grown a bit too, and both her and the man who adopted you had worried looks on their faces.

a doctor came in and went in front of them, seeming to have bad news.

meanwhile, marc noticed that you were staring off at the wall, eyes darting all around.

“is there something wrong with her? she keeps saying she sees things- and- and she hears things we can’t-“ the woman rambles while you tilt your head at the wall.

“it would seem that with the few tests we did, your child has a disorder by the name of schizophrenia” the doctor says, the couple gasping in shock.

marc shook his head with a dark look on his face, and then turns to the small you, looking you right in the eyes even though he knows you can’t see him.

“because of this, she will have to be on a medication. you also have the option to give her up if it’s too much” the doctor leaves and the couple start talking.

marc listens in closely, and he sees you dart your eyes to them for a second.

“hey, y/n, why don’t we go on a road trip?” the man says uneasily and marc already knew what was happening.

and next thing he knew, he was back in the school looking building.

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you woke up earlier than you thought, marc and jake, along with the cats were gone.

you sit up slowly and notice that you were back in your old apartment, all your stuff where it was just a month ago.

“what the hell..?” you mutter, looking around.

you run to each and every room, not finding anything and not hearing any heartbeats.

you open your door to feel like you’re being shoved, and seeing someone’s backyard, which you don’t ever remember being in the hallway.

you look behind you, not seeing the door, so you decide to keep moving forward.

you hear someone talking so you jog in the direction of where the sound was and find yourself staring at what looks like a husband and wife, and then two brothers.

you run towards the kid who was drawing at a picnic table, and start speaking.

“hey!” you snap your fingers in his face. “where am i?” you ask and he doesn’t seem fazed.

you scoff and turn to walk towards the man, who had his back to you.

“hey” you reach to touch his shoulder. “where-“ you freeze in place when your hand goes right through him.

“wha- wait a damn minute” you mutter, going back towards the kid sitting at the table, and waving a hand through his head.

you feel your breathing quicken, but listen when someone starts talking.

“foods ready, who’s hungry?” the woman says, coming towards the kid while the older one walks over as well as you watch them. “roro?” she finishes.

“mom come check out my drawing” the kid at the table says, and that’s when you notice the goldfish he had drawn on a piece of paper.

“he drew the fish with only one fin” the older kid says and you look around frantically, still not knowing what exactly was going on.

“marc, be nice to your little brother” the woman says and you gasp.

“marc..?” you whisper to yourself staring at the older kid, now seeing some similarities to the man you call your father.

“i’m not hungry” he directs it at his mom. “wanna go to the cave?” he asks the smaller kid, the one the woman called ‘roro’.

you slowly linger after them as roro nods and gets up.

“we’ll eat later”

“boys? don’t be gone too long” the man turns around to say.

“hey hey hey, marc, what do you do?” his mom asks him, and you stare at the both of them.

“keep an eye on your brother, okay?” she finishes for him while he nods.

“laters gators”

“but steven says that..” you trail off, following after the two boys while they wander off into the woods.

you focus in when younger marc and roro start talking.

“okay. okay, okay, fine, but... I'll be rosser, though” roro starts. “can you hear that, dr. grant?”

marc responds right away with a british accent, sounding all too much like steven. “i sure do, rosser. sounds to me like danger”

“dr. grant? like steven grant?! you answer me right now you little assholes!” you yell at the two who still can’t hear you, so you groan and keep following them.

you then heard thunder rumble, making you jump and look up at the sky to see that it was raining. 

“mom said not to when it's raining” roro drops the accent, and they both stop for a second in front of what looks to be the cave they were talking about.

“it'll be fine, don't be a baby” young marc tells him and you shake your head, a weird feeling in your stomach forming.

the two boys run into the cave laughing as the rain comes down harder, soaking your clothes and your hair.

you follow after them in the cave, squeezing past all the sharp edges of the rocks.

“wait-“ you look down and see that the water was rising. “stop!” you yell after them, hoping that somehow they could hear you.

“get out of there!” you yell as loud as you can as you hear both of them start screaming.

“help us! mom!” you couldn’t tell who was who as they shouted repeats of those three words, while you tried your hardest to try and get to them.

the water was to your waist, and you started running out of breath due to the humidity, and it made you dizzy with all the shouting echoing through the cave, and beating into your brain.

it was with one last echoing shout that you fell forward, all dried off and in a quiet room.

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marc stood and watched as you waved slowly to the man and woman who adopted you as they walk out of the building.

you were holding a small pill bottle, to which the lady frowned at.

“i’m sorry it didn’t work out, y/n” she apologizes, and leads you to the stairs.

marc follows as the smaller you and the older lady walk up the stairs and to what was once your room.

“go unpack, dinner will be ready in an hour” she says quietly and leaves.

marc stayed with the smaller you, watching as you set your backpack down and stand on the tips of your toes to watch the couple that were going to be your parents, drive away without a second thought.

he frowned as you sat down on the made bed, and that’s when he noticed two other beds in the room too.

he looked over at the same time you did when the door clicked open, two other girls, seeming older than you, walked in and giggles when they saw you.

“they gave you up after two weeks? that’s gotta be a record, scrap” the taller girl of the two says to you, making your eye twitch and look away.

marc furrowed his brows at the name she had called you.

“oh man.. if i knew i woulda-“ he starts to grit out before one of the girls kicks your bag over, making you shoot your head to it and get up off the bag to try and get to it.

the other girl pushed you back, making the smaller you gasp while the taller one went through your bag.

“let’s see if your old parents got you anything good” she says teasingly while marc glared at her with all the anger he could.

if he could kick her over and yell at her he would. he wasn’t against beating up a child at the moment.

he saw the tears forming in your eyes as the other girl pulled the pills out of the side pocket.

she laughed before tossing them on the bed.

“so now you’re a drugged freak?” she laughs. “no wonder they didn’t want you” she leaves your bag on the floor, there girl who pushed you smacking you in the face before shoving you against the wall.

“don’t think that anyone will pity you just because you have some kind of disease” she starts, slamming you against the wall with every word.

marc couldn’t tear his eyes away as he saw your bottom lip wobble and a tear drop from your chin after rolling down your cheek.

“you’re going to stay here for the rest of your life. nobody will ever want such a disappointment like you” and with that, marc swung at the air, his fist going right through the girls head as she stomped away.

he watched you with glassy eyes as you slid down the wall and started silently sobbing into your hands, marc wanting nothing more than to hold you and tell you it was going to be okay.

and it was just like that, where he appeared somewhere else again.

~~~

you look around the room, seeing that there were candles set up everywhere, and it was very quiet.

that’s when you noticed a picture of the younger boy that marc was with in the cave, and everyone dressed in black.

“shit” you mutter, getting up and wandering around the room.

you spotted marc’s mom, who had many people surrounding her. “i want my roro back” she starts, and you sigh. “i want him back” her voice almost breaks at the end of her sentence.

you heard quiet footsteps from behind you, to where you turn and look up to see marc looking down from the railing of the stairs.

“what are you doing here, hmm?” his mom asks bitterly, to which to turn to glare at her.

it was as if when you felt bad for her, all that feeling went away the moment she spoke.

“you were supposed to keep him safe!” she shouts, making you jump and look between her and the younger marc.

“you let him drown” she starts and you shake your head.

“no.. no they- they tried to get out-“ you say to yourself, trying to convince a woman that can’t even hear you that she wasn’t thinking right.

“this is all your fault!” she raises her voice even more, making your breathing quicken, the same to marc.

“this is all your fault!” she begins sobbing and you shake your head as marc runs back up the stairs.

you glare at marc’s mom once more before following after marc, just to see if he ended up being okay after that.

you ended up in the same exact room, which was attached to the kitchen where you saw marc and his father with birthday hats on, and a small cake.

you walk towards them and saw the look of disappointment and sadness present on his face.

“wendy?” his father starts, yelling towards the stairs. “wendy, come on, please” he turns to marc for a second.

“wendy, please. we're just about to blow out the candles now” his voice dies down at the end of his sentence as marc sighs sadly.

“she's not coming” marc states and you frown to yourself.

“your mother's not feeling well, marc” his father starts. “we'll do it just you and i this year, okay?” he asks, more like states and he blows out the candles as marc won’t.

you shake your head and sigh, looking to the stairs and wandering up there, wondering if time wouldn’t somehow magically fast forward again.

“you can't have a birthday without your favorite cake!” you heard, seeing marc and his father share a laugh.

“this must be the next year..” you trail off, noticing his mom watching them from the living room.

the bottle of wine in her hand made you flinch when she swung it around.

“get started on these, okay, son?” marc’s dad says, leaving the room as marc starts cutting the cake.

you tried to block his mom when she got up, but she went right through you, making you groan in annoyance before turning to the both of them.

“you were always jealous of him” she starts, making you shake your head slowly again. 

she chuckles again before continuing. “ever since he was born. i... i should've known you would do something like this” she finishes, pouring herself some more wine.

marc throws down the cutlery he was using and rushes up the stairs, to which you follow him but not before giving one more look at his mother.

marc slams the door, and you hesitated before turning the knob and walking in.

~~~

marc wandered until he was in a completely different building than before.

he was in a kitchen, where he saw you, maybe about 8 or 9 now, at a dinner table with a man, a woman, and another older girl who was on her phone.

marc watched as you stared down at your plate, your cheeks hollow and under your eyes dark as a bruise.

his breath stuttered as he saw the man look down at you.

“you better eat that” he says and you shake your head hands fidgeting in your lap.

the man bangs on the table, making you jump.

“you- you didn’t let me have any yesterday and i’m not hungry i-“

“quiet” the man starts. “come on” he gets up while your head shoots up and you shake your head frantically, pushing yourself into the chair.

nobody else was fazed as the man gripped onto your arm, and dragged you from your chair down some stairs and into a room where there was a single mattress and a small window.

“fine, you don’t want to eat you don’t get to for another two days” the man says darkly, letting go of you as you back up into the corner of the room.

marc followed while trying not to yell out of anger.

he couldn’t  believe what he was seeing.

if he knew where these people were now, he would have a nice talk with them.

he watched with softer eyes as you looked at the red mark on your arm from where the man had a grip on you.

he crouched down in front of where you were pressed against the wall.

“i’m so sorry, kid” he apologizes, even though deep down he knows there was nothing he could’ve done.

he wasn’t there, he couldn’t have been.

but that didn’t stop the thought in his head that said that he should’ve.

he moved back instinctively when you got up from your spot, even though he knew you’d go right through him.

he watched as you took your medication dry, since you didn’t have any water.

“my god..” he realized why you got in the habit of taking medicine dry.

and it was because you had to. they didn’t let you have water. they made you create an unhealthy habit when taking your medication.

marc watches as you sat against the wall on the small matress, until there was a flash of light and your whole appearance changed.

you were older again, looking around 12.

he turns around when the door opens, and that man comes in.

“get up and bring your stuff. we’re going on a trip”

“..you’re taking me back” you state quietly.

“no” the man says, leaving the room as you gather your small amount of belongings.

it all fit in your backpack you’ve had since you were little, the pills going in the side pocket.

he hesitantly follows you out of the house and to the car, where time almost fast forwards again and you’re panicking in the car as you read the buildings sign.

“they took her to an asylum?!” marc exclaims, turning around when he hears you struggling against the man as he basically drags you inside.

marc yelled at him to stop, knowing nothing could be changed as you were almost shoved inside while two doctors inside helped him with leading you to one of the waiting rooms.

“nonono- she’s not- she’s not crazy!” marc shouts, while you’re held down on a table and your stuff put in another room for testing while the man just signs a piece of paper and leaves.

“stop. stop it!” he yells at them, running a hand through his hair as a bracelet is wrapped around your wrist and a needle inserted into your neck as you slowly stop moving all together.

marc feels a tear make it’s way down his face, and he didn’t even bother to wipe it away while watching you be wheeled away on the bed.

and just as he started to follow you, another flash.

~~~

you felt tears running down your face as you saw yourself in another new room, except it wasn’t too new at all.

it took to a second to realize where you were though since you couldn’t get a certain image out of your mind.

marc’s mother smacked him around and beat him with a belt without even blinking.

you really wished you could go back in time and stop it.

“what? she’s not crazy” someone says, and you register it as steven as you come back to reality while wiping tears from your face.

“no- i don’t mean crazy i just mean.. a bit out of it”

“no you mean crazy” steven defends and you scoff, listening in better to try and figure out when this was.

“it was just one dinner anyways, it’s not like she’ll voluntarily come over again” marc says to steven, which makes some of your guilt for him fade into rage.

“you never know, marc” steven starts. “you heard her, she doesn’t have anybody so i was thinking-“

“we can’t, steven you have to understand that, buddy” marc begins. “we barely have time to sleep let alone take care of some problem child”

“she wasn’t a problem when you were joking around with her at supper” steven snaps at him while all that guilt disappeared as you grit your teeth.

“because it was a one time thing-“

“it was not! i can guarantee that she will at least talk to us maybe- she needs support she’s all alone!” steven exclaims and you leave the room, slamming the door, not wanting to hear more.

but it seems that the world doesn’t want you to get away from him, since another memory was happening right outside the hallway.

“what’s wrong mate, you’ve been acting weird all day” steven says in a hushed voice.

“..i feel bad”

“about what?”

“the kid a couple doors down. i.. i really shouldn’t have talked shit when we first met her” he starts and you scoff.

“i’ve had a couple weeks to think about it- and seeing her beat up like that really made it click”

“that’s what i tried to tell you, mate. she really doesn’t have anyone else” steven says softly and all that anger turned back to guilt.

“she really doesn’t” marc shakes his head. “so she can have us then”

stevens face seemed to light up at that.

“are you saying-“

“yes. we can play hero for the kid until she gets adopted or whatever” marc waved him off.

“you’ve grown attached, hm?”

“no- i just-“

“oh you so did”

“no i didn’t- she just-“

“she needs support, like i said and you’re completely willing to give it to her” steven smiles, and you see a hint of a smile on marc’s face too.

that makes you start to smile as well as the world around you started fading to black.

~~~

marc saw you picking at the bracelet as someone signed sheets in front of you.

the date on the computer was a year later than it was in the last memory, making it clear that you’d been in an insane asylum for almost a whole year.

your eyes were even more sunken than before and you had such a distant look in your eyes, it made his stomach twist when nobody payed mind to it.

“you’re free to go, miss y/l/n” the man at the front desk says and you nod slowly, taking your backpack and hugging it to your chest.

marc followed as you slowly made your way down the street, and to the apartment building you were supposed to go to.

“our apartment building” marc observed.

“it’s y/n y/l/n, right?” the doorman said, and you nodded, letting him lead you up the stairs.

when marc was about to follow you again, everything started fading away, leaving him in the dark.

~~~

you awoke with a jolt, throwing yourself off of marc as he seemed to wake up at the exact same time about as shaken up as you were.

you stared at each other for a second before you reached behind you and grabbed a throw pillow and started smacking marc in the face with it.

he shielded himself and took it from you, tossing it to the side and waking jake in the process.

“what the hell?” he asks and you scoff.

“what the hell? really? you thought i was crazy! you- you said i was a problem” you accused him and he makes a confused face.

“i did not” he grits out and you stand up from your spot to go in your room, steven walking out to see what all the commotion was about.

“what-“ he’s interrupted by your door slamming shut.

“have i ever called her a problem?” marc asks both steven and jake and they both exchange looks before looking back to marc.

“you called her a problem while when we first met her” steven suggests and marc freezes.

“i saw her memories” he starts. “like when we were being judged”

“oh lord- do you think…” steven trails off.

“i think so” jake nods.

marc’s sighs and looks towards your door.

“well shit”

~~~

A/N : ooh angsty cliff hanger :0 i wonder what will happen :0 i hope everything turns out okay :0 anyways thanks all of you for the support, i’ll see you all in a couple days i hope you liked it :) &lt;3

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Thomas Barrow x Male!reader - between times

Awesome because I was thinking maybe Thomas Barrow somehow travel forward in time to Ackley Bridge and he falls on top of Martin Evershed who was walking with his boyfriend male Reader and Thomas is anxiously asking the two on if they're worried about getting hanged? - Anon💜

You and Martin had been walking walked around the garden of his house, he had been cutting the grass while you were just standing there grinning at him.

“Are you going to help?” He asked.

“Uhm no, I like watching you work.”

“Right, so you just like creeping on me.”

“Martin!”

He laughed and dodged your attempt to his his arm and you smirked a little, walking over to him you crossed your arms as you looked down at him crouched on the grass.

Martin rose a brow and he stood up, standing just a bit taller than you.

“I’m taller.”

“I’m stronger.” You countered.

“Right cause you have nothing better to do then stalk me and go to the gym.”

You smirked a little, raising your hands as you backed away from him.

“Hey, nobody complains when I’m walking around shirtless. I’ve got the lot you know, the biceps, the abs and the pecs.”

Martin hummed, looking you up and down as he crossed his arms.

“Right, right, because you just like flaunting yourself around town.”

“I’m hot and I know it, you can’t deny it.”

“I can.”

You hummed, sipping your beer as you leaning against the wall, looking at him.

“Oh really? Then if you’re not dating me for my obviously amazing body, why are you dating me?”

“Sometimes I ask myself that.”

You rolled your eyes and stuck you middle finger up at him and he laughed a little, glancing at you once more as he turned around to finished what he was doing.

You smirked, and helped him before finishing your beer.

“We need more I’m going to the shop, you coming?”

“Are you going to put on a shirt?”

“Aw Martin do you not want people to see me shirtless?”

“No, it’s just weird to be walking to the shop without a shirt.”

“And it’s hot as hell, so nope. You coming?”

You held your hand out to him and wiggled your fingers and he rolled his eyes, taking your hand as you led him through the house.

The shop wasn’t that far away, so you decided to just walk there, hand and hand with Martin.

You only let go when you felt a sudden weight that knocked you over and you jumped back up, looking around before looking down.

“What the fuck?” You asked.

Someone was laid on top of Martin, and you quickly pulled him off, helping Martin up and you both looked down at the smartly dressed man.

“Where the fuck did he come from?” You asked.

“I don’t know he just.. fell…?”

You looked at your boyfriend and he looked at you.

“We should probably get him inside.”

“What?!”

“Well we can’t call for help can we?! What’re you going to say some man just appeared on landed on you?!”

“Oh Jesus Christ okay, okay.”

Martin helped you lift the strange man, and you both walked back to the house and you dropped him onto the sofa, and you knelt down, giving him a check over.

“He seems responsive, not obvious injuries or trauma.”

You looked at his jacket.

“Can you take his jacket off while I get some water? It’s hot as hell, that can’t be comfortable.”

“Yeah, of course.”

You came back with a glass of cold water and Martin tossed the jacket on the other sofa and you sat down on the table looking at the man.

Martin stood before the sofa also looking down at him.

“Hehe..” you laughed.

“What’s so funny about this?” He asked.

You looked at him then to the man.

“Heh… he looks like a younger version of you..”

Martin looked down.

“What? No he doesn’t!”

“Yes he does! Aw is this what you would’ve looked like when you were younger! Damn I’m sad you were married.”

“(Y/N)!”

You snickered and jumped away from him as he tried to grab you.

“He doesn’t look like me!”

“He does!”

“I will sent you back to your own flat.”

“You wouldn’t you’d miss me to much.”

“You wish.”

You grinned and walked over, leaning up to kiss him and he smiled at you.

“He’s still pretty cute.”

“No!”

Laughing, you stopped when you heard a groan and you both looked at the mystery man and you walked over to stand in front of you.

He looked at you and looked you up and down before attempting to stand up.

Placing your hand on his shoulder, you shook your head and handed him the water.

“Don’t stand yet, you had quite the fall apparently. Where the hell did you come from?”

“I was in my room…”

Martin walked around and the man stared at Martin as well.

“I’m.. where am I?” He snapped.

“Ackley bridge? You pretty much crashed landed I o me.” Martin said.

“Ackley bridge? No, that is not a place, I should be in Downton.”

“That’s not a place.” You said.

You all just seemed to stare at one another and he looked around the house.

“What year is it?” You asked.

“Are you brain dead? It’s 1920. The war ended last year.”

You and Martin shared a look and turned back to the man.

“That was over one hundred years ago. It’s 2023.” Martin said quietly.

“Impossible! Stop acting idiotic and take me back!”

“We can’t! We don’t know how you got here!” You said.

It went quiet and you sighed, sitting down.

“Look, what’s your name?”

“Thomas. Thomas Barrow.”

“Right, I’m (Y/N), this is my boyfriend Martin.”

“You can’t go around saying that you’ll get hanged!” Thomas hissed.

You gave him another confused look.

“No…?”

“That is what they do to people like you if they find out!”

“I mean I know there’s still some homophobia but I don’t think anyone’s getting hanged in England.” Martin said.

Thomas seemed even more confused than before.

“It’s okay to be gay. Well, I’m gay. Martins bisexual he had a wife and then he got divorced now we’re dating. That’s not the point sorry the point is there’s nothing wrong with it, it’s normal.”

“Normal?”

“Yeah, like there’s load of gay people Thomas, a whole community all around the world. Dedicated to people like us and more.”

“You aren’t afraid of what people will say?” He whispered.

“Why? Who cares what they think, it’s legal.”

“Really?”

You nodded your head and you leant forward resting your arms on your knees.

“Are you gay Thomas? Is that why you’re so scared about us being gay?”

“I am.. different. Yes.” He said.

“So your gay.” Martin said.

Thomas seemed unsure about answering and you nodded getting up to give him some space, you stood next to Martin, hands in your pockets.

“Really though, it’s okay here. I read about how it was for you guys back then, but there’s been a huge improvement, and it couldn’t have been done without people like you.” Martin smiled.

“It is nothing to be thankful for…” Thomas grumbled.

You talked Thomas into changing into some more time appropriate clothes, which made him extremely uncomfortable and you were all standing in the kitchen.

He was smoking some cigarettes which you found in his jacket pocket and you were drinking a very warm and disgusting beer while Martin was outside talking to his ex wife on the phone about something.

“Do you always walk around half dressed?” Thomas asked you.

“I can put on a shirt if you want?”

He smirked a little, looking you up and down again.

“I’m not complaining.” He said.

You laughed a little, standing up.

“That so? I hate to break it to you but I don’t think my boyfriend would approve.”

Thomas smirked a little, looking outside before looking back at you.

“There’s nothing wrong with my looking.” He said.

You laughed again.

“Oh you’re so gay.”

“So, if it’s so normal why him? You two seem very different. Arranged marriage?”

“That’s frowned upon now. It wasn’t arranged, but you’re right. Martins headteacher at the school, I’m a firefighter.”

Thomas smirked a little, stepping forward, eyeing you up and down again and you stepped back.

“Explains a lot.”

“It’s not happening Thomas Barrow.” Martin said.

He walked back in and stood behind you, letting you lean against him as you both looked at the man.

“Gaynor is bringing the girls next weekend.” Martin said.

You nodded your head.

“So, what do we do with the gay from the 1900s?” You asked.

Martin looked at you then Thomas and you all just stared at one another.

“Can we even show him our time?”

“I mean unless he’s immortal I think it’ll be fine. I can’t see what harm it’ll do, not like we know how to get him home anyways.”

You pushed yourself away and grabbed your wallet from the side.

“Anyway, I want more beer. You two have fun I’ll be back soon.”

Kissing Martin you walked past Thomas who watched you leave.

When the door closed he turned to Martin.

“He’s rather easy on the eyes.”

“Don’t even go there Thomas, that’s my boyfriend you can get your own.”

Thomas smirked a little, leaning against the counter.

“I want him.”

“And I have him, don’t go there.”

Thomas raised his hand, putting his cigarette out.

He wasn’t so fussed about not being at Downton, he escaped, he didn’t have to bow down, say yes my lord or my lady, he didn’t have to deal with Mr Carson or anyone else.

And if it’s true, and men loving men was accepted here, this was the place he wanted to be

#Downton Abbey #downton abbey x reader #Downton abbey x you #Downton abbey imagine #Thomas Barrow #Thomas Barrow x reader #Thomas Barrow x you #Thomas Barrow imagine

[totally-a-different-person]

Same anon who asked bout BingLarry here; here be my request, *slides across table* Bing is making a new movie, and he plans a romance scene which he is gonna do himself with Larry because he couldn't get actors but it ends up from acting/kissing for the cameras into genuine making out which very quickly escalates to rough sex (Bing is the Top btw) pls and ty my good sir

This idea is so funny to me honestly I love it here's your thing man hope you like it (nsft past this point proceed at your own risk)

Larry stood there, arms crossed, waiting for him to get the camera rolling. Usually he would've helped with the camera but Bing had to do it himself since he needed to be in the start of the scene. He protested this as much as he could but in the end he still ended up doing it. That's how things always seemed to go with Bing unless it was truly awful and he managed to stop it before it got out of hand, otherwise he simply went along with whatever nonsense he wanted.

At least it was pretty simple, the set up for a sex scene, Bing comes in, says some bullshit, they kiss them it pans away and cuts to the morning after. Should be easy and over quick. "We're rolling!" Bing finally called, walking to the side of the set with the door and calling action.

Larry leaned against the fake wall, looking over as the door opened with a creek. Bing came in and walked up to the taller man, standing very close to him. Everything went smooth, as smooth as it could without either of them being actual actors at least. But then, when Bing leaned in and kissed him Larry was a little bit taken back.

They had filled in for characters before that was nothing strange, but they had never kissed before. He hadn't thought much about it but he was... Surprised. Surprised by how nice it was, he really enjoyed the almost electric feeling that went through him. He had never reacted to a kiss like that before, but without meaning too he broke character and totally melted into it.

He draped his arms around Bing's neck as the man pressed him against the wall gently. The kiss got more heated, getting deeper as Larry ran his fingers into the dark brown hair. He held tighter as Bing grabbed his hips, pressing him against the wall more and gently rubbing with his thumb.

Rather quickly the shorter moved his hands up into Larry's shirt, one staying in the same spot while the other went up and ran over his torso, lifting his shirt up as he did and the kiss broken as Larry gave a little gasp. The scene would have cut off there, but they were both too caught up in the moment and the feeling of being pressed against the other, it stopped feeling like acting a while ago. Bing pressed one more kiss to his lips, a short one, before going down to kiss his neck.

Larry gave a soft groan and fully shifted his waist against the wall, sinking down slightly and holding the other man tighter as his neck was marked up and his shirt lifted off of him, dropping it to the floor and put of the way.

He bit down as both his hands went down into the taller's pants. First making him gasp softly as his cheeks went red by grabbing his butt then slipping them down and kicking them to the side. Larry started unbuttoning Bing's shirt, the man moving away once he was finished. He grabbed Larry and pushed him down on the table they had on the set, having him bend over it. He slipped off his shirt and then his pants along with his boxers.

He pulled the blond's underwear off carefully, watching the way Larry's drooling cock sprang out, twitching slightly, positively desperate for any kind of stimulation. Said man blushed deeper and put his face in his hands, giving a quiet higher pitched groan. Bing just chuckled softly and had him spread his legs more with his foot. He spit on his hand and rubbed it over his cock, giving a soft breath as he did.

He then used his wet hand to push a finger inside Larry, making said man gasp softly and twitch. It was weird not being able to see what he was doing or what he was gonna do, but it was also weirdly exciting. Bing pumped his fingers in and out, adding a second as he listened to his lover's panting and gasping, it was just adorable.

That didn't last long though, he took his fingers out making Larry flinch again, them quickly being replaced with his dick, slowly pushing inside of him. The man winced, whining softly and letting his head fall forward. Bing sighed softly as he sunk into the tight heat that now surrounded his cock, it was so wonderful he thought he might melt.

He started moving, Larry grabbing into the table and gasping as he felt it moving inside of him. He gave soft huffs and moans as Bing quickly got harder, the table squeaking softly. The blond was drooling and moaning every time Bing thrust in, getting harder each time. He was trying as hard as he could to keep himself quiet but it was just getting harder and harder, the man trying different angles and spots looking for what felt best.

"Oh fuck- Jesus Christ please don't stop-!~" he begged, his voice cracking slightly. He nearly screamed when Bing touched his prostate, swearing loudly and jerking slightly, his dick weeping precum onto the floor and table. Bing had to stand on his toes to get the spot which was slightly awkward but it was worth it to watch the man beneath him fall apart, moaning his name and begging him for more.

Larry only lasted another minute or two like that before he came hard on the table and his own thighs "BING!!~" The dark haired man gripped his sides tight, leaving light scratches as he got harder, huffing quietly before grunting as he shoved it deep and came inside of him, Larry giving a soft moan as he did.

They stayed like that for a few moments, panting softly as Bing leaned forward and let his forehead rest against the back of Larry's shoulder blade. He soon slowly pulled out of the wonderful warmth, standing up straight and having Larry do the same, turning him around. He kissed him deeply again, the man grabbing his hand and kissing back. He still seemed a little out of it so Bing took him to go take a shower.

A few hours later, after they had taken care of everything and given Larry proper aftercare, Bing came back to the set and found the camera was still on. He turned it off and took the tape out. He downloaded the footage onto his laptop and then pretty much ran to Larry who had still been sleeping and seemed very unhappy about being woken up.

Bing assured him it was very important and came to sit by him, opening the laptop slowly and hitting play. The blond looked mortified, watching in horror with his face bright red, just mumbling "oh my god-" and "the cameras..." to himself as he watched. It was embarrassing, of course, terribly so, but at the same time... He kinda liked watching it.

He was ashamed but he found the lewd noises and expressions they made while in the act arousing. "I'm not very happy with this" Bing said plainly, looking conflicted, the taller one gave him a confused look. "I mean we did great, you look incredible, but the angle I mean, it was good at first, we got a great view of your face when you were against the wall, but other than that we also missed a lot of shots that could have been great. We should reshoot with more cameras then edit it all together."

Larry was speechless, just staring at him in disbelief, cheeks bright red. He looked from Bing to the recording again, watching for a few moments "Ok... Another time though"

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[incandescentflower]

Triage and bad buddy wips? Off topic but what is your top 5 songs atm, and your top 5 films of all time?

Hello anon! If I go back to naming my anons I think I'd have to call you identity crisis anon because whoa did the question about my top 5 films of all time take me on a journey. 😂 I've been thinking about it, talking about it with friends and just generally consumed with indecision. That said, I tried my best to come up with an answer that I think speaks to the goal here, learning a bit more about the stories I like. I've put it over here with my top 5 songs atm to keep this ask from getting egregiously long.

So to your questions about the wips - funny thing, I talked about one Triage fic in an earlier answer about soft epilogue and then the episode 9 comfort fic, I actually just posted. BUT, since then I started thinking about possibly another Triage fic. This one is after soft epilogue (which seems to be shaping up more as process Tol's grief epilogue), and is a bit of character dynamic exploration after TinTol have moved beyond all that has happened to them. I enjoy thinking about how Tol is likely the more open and creative one, while Tin, although very passionate, is more by the book. And so I have a little scenario about Tol trying to get Tin to "play" with him a bit and some awkwarness and cuteness (and hopefully hotness) ensues. It's really what they deserve.

For Bad Buddy, I shared over on twitter an excert for the identity swap fic that has a name now, The Triple N project. And I shared it there because someone had once posted a clip pointing out Nanon exists in the BBS universe because Pat sings Nanon's song while waiting for Pran in his car and I was hit with the need to write an identity swap fic where Pran has to pretend to be Nanon. Pat gets close to Pran thinking Pran is someone else. I started it recently and I think it will be fun.

the boy next door is mostly an idea, but it's a slight AU of one of my favorite book series, the Raven Cycle. It is about leylines, energy and magic. In my made up brain AU Pat wonders about a boy next door who he rarely sees. His parents tell him to stay away from him and their family. And Pat figures maybe they are right because weird stuff always seems to happen in their neighborhood and Pat's parents always blame their neighbors. But after one day when Pat's sister falls very ill and a medicine from the doctor appears almost out of the blue, Pat really thinks something is off. And of course, because he is Pat, he's gonna find out what it is.

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#asks #anon #ask games #bad buddy #bad buddy fic #triage #triage fic #my fic #my wips #my writing #i have possibly done more writing about my writing lately than my actual writing

[hpimaginesandblurbs]

Hey could you do a tom riddle smut where they have a friends with benefits agreement and it’s kinda rough with dirty talk and the reader sees Tom flirting with someone else and gets jealous and confesses the next time they have sex that she has feelings for him?

pairing: young!tom riddle x reader 

warning(s): 18+, smut, slightly rough sex, dirty talk, feelings

word count: 1.7k 

a/n: sorry this took super long, took a break over the weekend but we’re back! also i’ve never written for tom riddle before nor have i really thought about him in the sense but this made me feel things!! so thank you anon who requested for my new obsession haha. i’ll be posting more throughout the week and requests are still open. 

Your night had definitely not gone as planned. 

You had thought you’d go to this little party, all of the Slytherin upperclassmen in attendance, and end the night in Tom’s bed. But no. Of course that’s not how your night would be going. 

What you were currently watching, with your wine glass dutifully in hand, was none other than Tom Riddle himself cozying up to Margot, who was a year younger than you. 

You and Tom were only friends with benefits, something that was agreed upon a long time ago, but you couldn’t help the fire that burned inside of you when looking at him with another girl. Labels be damned, that boy was yours. 

You waited patiently throughout the rest of the night, chatting with people here and there, until the room slowly began to clear. You watched as Margot finally retreated down the hallway to her room, leaving Tom all alone on the couch. 

He caught your eye from across the room and simply tilted his head in the direction of his own room with a cocky grin plastered on his face. When he departed the room himself, you had no choice but to follow. 

It was silent for a moment when you entered, but he quickly broke it. “Did you have a nice night?” He asked cordially, his back turned to you as he removed his tie. 

“Not as nice of a time as you did with Margot, it seems,” you bit back. You knew it was childish, but you couldn’t help yourself. 

When he turned to face you, he had an eyebrow cocked when he sauntered over to where you were perched on his bed. “Is someone... jealous?” He asked, looming over you. 

“No, just pointing out what I saw,” you countered easily. 

“You really don’t expect me to believe that, do you?” He asked, chuckling under his breath. 

“You’ve said it yourself, Tom. We’re just friends. What do I have to be jealous about?” You replied icily, your eyes not wavering from his. 

The way he was staring down at you sent your insides ablaze. The look in his eyes screamed menacing, possessive, and dark. It was everything you were craving from him in the moment. 

“I saw the looks all night Y/N. You couldn’t take your eyes off of us. You wanted to be the one with my undivided attention. You wanted to be the one pressed against my side. Just admit it,” he spoke lowly, his hand coming up to cup the side of your cheek sweetly. Although he was speaking softly and touching you tenderly, you could see it in his eyes - he wanted to devour you. And you were happily going to let him. 

You didn’t even reply, you just lunged at him, pulling his lips to yours. He matched your pace readily at first, but the next thing you knew he was pulling away and just ripping your clothes off at a speed you had never seen him move. 

“Friends don’t bother with kissing, Y/N,” he told you roughly while finally peeling your underwear from your body, exposing you to him in your entirety. He paused for a moment, unable to help himself as he took in your body greedily, but then he pounced. 

In one swift move he had his pants pulled down from his hips and his cock out of his briefs and lined up with your waiting core. You were sure he could feel the way you were throbbing for him against his tip, but you couldn’t find it in you to care at the moment. He was acting so similar, but so different to what he would normally do. He was always rough, always fast, but tonight he seemed to be letting some sort of guard down and he turned all types of wicked. 

He plunged into you in one steady thrust, not even bothering to let you adjust or slip a finger or two in prior like he typically would. But he was quick to explain himself yet again. “Friends don’t bother with foreplay either. Friends only care about one thing - using your body to get off,” he practically spit out, now pumping in and out of you at a furious pace. 

Although your eyes were closed, you knew he was watching you - he always did. You knew he could see the way your face kept scrunching up in pain at particularly rough thrusts, could feel the way your body was tensing beneath him, but it didn’t deter him. No. He was doing this on purpose. He was proving his point. You refused to let him win that quickly. 

You moved your arms up from the bed in an attempt to grab him as you usually would, but the second your skin touched him, he had both of your wrists pinned against the mattress. 

“Friends certainly don’t hold each other like lovers. Do they, Y/N?” He asked, a vicious condescending tone lacing through his voice. You whimpered at his words, your head tossing back and forth against his pillows in frustration, but you just heard him chuckle in return. 

But finally, in the moment you thought you’d break, he began to slow his thrusts down to a delicious roll that made your insides flutter while he used one hand to grab your chin and turn your face towards his. 

“You see, Y/N, I don’t think you like being just friends. Am I correct?” He asked. When you could only give a small nod back, he pressed forward. “Use your words. I know you have them.” 

“You’re right,” you replied, voice small as you tried to form a coherent thought while he was that far inside of you. 

“So what is it that you want, Y/N? Because by all means we can still be friends and finish this my way. But if you want something otherwise, let me know. Don’t be shy, we are friends after all,” he said, much more softly and playful than before. But you could tell he was treading along some weird edge, where he would bend to whatever you responded with in an instant. It was like playing with fire, but it spurred you on. 

“Want you to myself,” you admitted, feeling your cheeks flush red at your own words. When you chanced a look up at him, he had an eyebrow raised with a cocky smirk plastered on his face. There was a mixture of surprise and relief in his eyes and it was then you realized he had stopped moving inside of you entirely. 

“And how long have you felt like this?” He asked quietly, pulling out of you slowly but keeping his body above yours. Even he wasn’t willing to break the energy in the room that your words had created. 

“I, um, I think I realized a few weeks ago,” you said, trying to gain some confidence the longer this conversation went on. It was never something you had envisioned yourself ever telling him, but in typical Tom fashion he had trapped you into it regardless. 

“Hm, how funny. I’ve been feeling quite the same way about you,” he said, sending a shock through your system. 

“Really?” You asked more loudly than you had intended, still not quite believing him. 

“Y/N, any man would be a fool to have you and then let you go. I don’t intend on being a fool,” he explained. 

“Then don’t be a fool. I’m as good as yours,” you said, feeling more confident after his own admittance. You looked at him just as his eyes shot to yours, and the smile you saw dance along his face was one of the most beautiful sights you had ever seen. 

“Mine,” he all but muttered to himself, but the moment got swept away and heightened when he sheathed himself back inside of you, going at a pace he knew drove you absolutely wild with pleasure. 

You moaned out for the first time that night while he ravished your body. His hands and lips seemed to be everywhere all at once in a flurry of passion and your arms slowly crept up to dig your nails into his back. 

You got lost in your own feelings, letting the pleasure consume you entirely. You didn’t know how long it went on for, how many cries of his name left your lips, how many times he paused to just look at you, but you were snapped back to reality when spit slick fingers began attacking your clit. 

You cried out, arching your back and trying to buck up into his hands in one movement. You didn’t even realize how close you were until his fingers were on you. But it was his words that swallowed you whole and tossed you over the edge. 

“Cum for me, Y/N. Cum for me knowing you’re mine and I’m yours,” he said roughly in your ear, his own release quickly approaching him as well. 

Once the words ‘I’m yours’ left his mouth, you were screaming his name and clinging to him as if your life depended on it while your orgasm burst through your body. He quickly followed after you, your own name moaned wantonly where his face was tucking against your neck while he fought to work you both through it. It was the best type of bliss you could ever imagine. 

Slowly, he pulled out of you one final time and laid down beside you, pulling you into the heat of his body the instant his head hit the pillow. You both laid like that for a few minutes, listening to each others breathing slowly even out as he held you. Finally, you decided to break that silence. 

“So what now, exactly?” You asked curiously, wondering exactly where you both stood now. 

“Darling, it’s late. Let’s go to sleep, hm? And I promise we’ll talk about it all in the morning,” he replied, leaving a quick kiss on the tip of your nose. 

You giggled lightly, it was probably the softest thing you had ever seen the man do, but you were quite content to fall asleep in his arms and see what tomorrow would bring - so that’s exactly what you did.

#harry potter #tom riddle #young tom riddle #tom riddle smut #tom riddle imagine #tom riddle headcanon #harry potter smut

[mysticstrawberryphantom]

Headcanons or fic with Norman Osborn on Christmas party with reader? A lot of fluff maybe 👉👈

A/N: I'm usually a first come first serve kind of gal, but it's Christmas tomorrow, and it would feel weird to me to post something like this after Christmas lol Great idea btw anon, I really loved writing this <3

Warnings: Lots of fluff lol Also this is a Fem! reader, but I can easily make this a male! reader. Y'all can ask me to post the other version (:

-” Mom, can we leave soon? Ashley keeps telling me we’re going to get married when we’re 18.” Harry Osborn pleaded while pulling at your dress. The poor seven-year-old was getting harrassed again by one of your husband’s business partners' daughters. Smiling in a charming manner at the guests you were speaking to, you motioned to your son. Nodding in understanding the guests closed the circle while you walked away from the group with him, holding his hand.

-” I’m sorry, Harry, can you hold on for a little longer? You know daddy has some important guests tonight he needs to kiss up to.” You patted the top of his head while kneeling down, carefully letting your long red gown drape around your knees. -” If you want, you can spend the rest of your time with mommy, talking to boring old people who smell funny.” You tease while nuzzling your nose against his with a grin. Giggling he shook his head and reluctantly began to head off again towards the group of kids his age.

Sighing, you stood up and patted down your festive red dress while looking around the room for your husband. You were tired as well, but you wanted to support your husband Norman the best you could. This was his dream, to have a successful company where he could experiment to his heart's content. You could endure for him.

Noticing you were staring, Norman smiled at you and motioned for you to join him. His eyes darted back and forth from the group of people to you while you walked over. Kindly, he placed his hand on your back and patted it understandingly once you stood by his side; he could tell you were starting to tire of rich people's frivolities this Christmas Eve.

-” Ah, Mrs. Osborn, I was just telling your husband that I had no idea where he found such a wonderful wife like you. My wife refuses to take part in these parties and always fusses when I’m home late.” One of the men commented when you joined.

Smiling lovingly, you look at your husband and take his arm into yours. -” Well, he’s just worth it.”

He squeezes your arm closer to his body while dreamingly looking into your eyes.

-” You’re right. I don’t deserve her. I honestly thought I’d be single most of my life.”

-” You do really love your work, women didn't exist in your world.” You joked back.

-” But you brought me back to reality.” He loving cooed.

Laughing, the group began to excuse themselves, thinking that you two perhaps would better enjoy the party in each other’s company. Sighing with relief, you look at your husband with half of a smile and motion towards Harry who was currently swatting Ashley’s eager hugs. Laughing, Norman pats the hand that dangles from his arm and whispers.

-” In a minute. Do you think you could spar a dance or two for me?”

-” Only because I like to dance, Norman.” You tease back while the two walk to the dance floor.

As you walk, a nice waltz begins to play from the band. Once there, you both automatically place your hands where they should be and begin swaying lightly around. After a couple of sways, he twirls you around and when you come back he holds you closer, his left hand pulling you closer at the base of your back. Your right hand is then pulled up to his face and he places a soft peck on the back of your hand. Melting into his touch, your face flushes a little. Though you’ve been married for years, he could still make your heart flutter like no other.

Smiling lovingly, you bat your lashes at him before placing your head at the crook of his neck, breathing in deeply. He leans his head against yours while you continue to sway.

-” Norman.” You call.

-” Yes, y/n?”

-” I love you.”

Chuckling softly he responds. -” I love you too.” His right thumb caressing your right hand while it is tightly held.

And with that, the song ends and you hear your son yell at Ashley to keep her cooties to herself. Breathing deeply, both of you chuckle and leave the soft dancing embrace you were enjoying to aid Harry.

-” Let’s go home, son. Please say goodbye to your friends and thank them for keeping you company.” Norman sternly tells his son.

-” Yes, dad.” He pouts and does as directed.

-” Norman.” You call with an eyebrow raised. -” It’s Christmas Eve, you could be a little more lenient.”

Chuckling he nods his head defeated. -” Yes, dear. I’m sorry.”

After saying his goodbyes, seven-year-old Harry jumps into your arms while the three of you leave the warmth of the party into the cold night.

-” Look at the stars, momma! They’re so bright.” He happily exclaims.

Ruffling his head, Norman tells him it’s a good sign that Christmas day is going to be great.

-” Having you two is what will make it great.” You whisper fondly while looking at your two favorite Osborns.

#norman osborn x reader #norman osborn #norman osborn headcanon #nwh #norman osborn x you #osborn x reader #spiderman nwh #spider man norman osborn

[photogirl894]

Can I have #25 from Physical Affection Prompts with Wrecker? Y'know when girlfriends just bite their boyfriends arm? Like they just go "Ooo an arm, nom nom." 😅

I most certainly know what you're talking about, anon! I do that all the time to my husband 😜😁 Sorry this has taken me soooooo long to get to!!

"Love Bites"

25. Playfully biting someone

Pairing: Wrecker x fem reader

***

You couldn't have found anyone better to be constantly silly with than the loveable giant of a Clone, Wrecker. The two of you mutually shared a childish spirit that would come out all the time when the two of you spent time together. It was something you both adored about each other. Sometimes it drove the other Bad Batchers crazy, but they loved it all the same.

One night, you and Wrecker were sitting in his bunk and you were watching some things on the holonet together. Usually you enjoyed recordings of people falling, crashing, being clumsy and doing all around stupid things because they always made the two of you laugh like crazy.

"Seriously, what was he thinking?" Wrecker exclaimed as you two watched a human male try to do a trick on a speederbike and ended up falling off.

"Some people are just in way over their heads," you replied.

Another video started and you saw two Twi'lek men drinking and dancing wildly. One of them decided he wanted to dance on a table and instead, tilted the table too far and he fell over onto the floor. You and Wrecker both hollered in amusement.

"That's why you don't try anything when you're drunk," you said.

"He had some good moves, though," Wrecker added.

The following video was a human woman who was speaking to her camera, but there was a tooka cat off to the side watching her. Then, out of nowhere, it decided to go up and start playfully biting the woman's arm, which startled her. She was laughing while asking why it was acting that way.

"I'll never understand why tooka cats do that. It's so weird," Wrecker stated, shaking his head and folding his arms.

You smirked as you thought of something funny. "You mean this?" you asked before leaning over and placing your mouth on his massive upper arm, playfully pretending to bite him. You peeked up at him as you sat there, watching for his reaction.

He gave you a confused look and asked, "What do you think you're doing?"

"I'm a tooka cat," you said back, though your response was muffled as your mouth was still on his arm.

Wrecker chuckled. "Are you now?"

"Om nom nom!" you said as you continued pretending to bite him like a cat.

"And why are you wanting to bite me like that?" was his next question, though he was grinning at you.

You removed your mouth from his arm, smirked back at him and said, "Hey...love bites."

His grin widened even more. Your fun, childlike personality just made him so happy and he loved you so much for it.

"Well, how about instead of biting me, you put your mouth to use somewhere else, darling?" he suggested. Then before you could respond, he reached up, put his hand behind your head and pulled you over to him, bringing his mouth to yours in a loving kiss. You snickered into the kiss, relaxing against him and enjoying the moment.

"Oh yes, I think I like that much better," you said softly when you briefly pulled away.

Wrecker leaned in to kiss you once again, but then he suddenly cried out with a laugh, turning back to the holonet screen, "Oh no, that tree's gonna fall on the house!"

He had caught sight of a new video on the screen and was now distracted watching that again, but you didn't mind it. That was just how Wrecker was. He could be sweet, romantic and loving, but more than that, he was a man with a childlike spirit...just the way you liked it and you loved him all the more for it.

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#star wars the bad batch #the bad batch #bad batch wrecker #the bad batch prompts #wrecker x reader

[apocalypticgargoyle]

𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝘽𝙍𝙄𝘾𝙆 | 𝙠𝙖𝙧𝙡 𝙟𝙖𝙘𝙤𝙗𝙨 (18+)

edit by 🐓 anon. im still screaming over this.

∘ request: [insert the 14 asking for more Sapnap humor in a pt. 1.5 of Meet the Jacobses]

∘ pairings: edgy!Karl Jacobs x fm!reader

∘ warnings: smut (18+), nsfw, language, drinking, mentions of Todd the frat boy, lots of dialogue, biting, asphyxiation

∘ links: 𐐪 ao3 𐑂 𐐪 previous part 𐑂 𐐪 submit an edgy!karl edit 𐑂

∘ a/n: this one goes out to the babes in the gc. ily.

i stole the Brick idea from the Jesse McCartney movie, Keith. I'm sorry. [tw for that link - sad & jesse mccartney not talking about beautiful souls]

also thank you everyone for your support on this series. when my friends and I conjured this up, I never thought I would be at the point where I get to share peoples art/paylists/etc. I'm so thankful for all of you.

okay I'll stop crying. happy reading and have a great week! :)

The sun beat down against your skin, your mind drifting to whether or not you should apply more sunscreen. Karl jumped into the light blue water in front of you, the water splashing out to almost completely soak you. You frowned at him as he came up for air, blowing you a kiss mockingly.

Sapnap’s cousins started tackling Karl, the chorus of laughter echoing around the pool. You stretched your legs out beneath the table, leaning into the shade of the umbrella as you watched them roughhouse.

Sapnap came out from the pool house, opening a beer bottle for you before taking the seat beside you. He sighed, buttoning the top of his shirt as he watched the boys. “Did you have a good time at the party yesterday? I dipped after an hour,” he asked, pushing his sunglasses to rest on top of his head.

You shrugged slightly, taking a sip of your drink. You couldn’t wait to tell your roommate how lavishly you’d been living. The fact that you were lounging by a heated pool, drinking beer from Copenhagen with the sons of millionaires was nearly mind-boggling to you.

You wet your lips, squinting your eyes as you looked at him. “I honestly have no idea. I was kind of just there as a Karl accessory,” you joked, making him chuckle softly.

“Yeah, I get that,” he flipped off one of the cousins as they threatened to throw water at him. “It’s always the Karl show around here,” he added. You raised your eyebrows at him and he backtracked. “I didn’t mean that in a bad way. He’s a good guy; everyone’s just obsessed with him.”

You nodded slightly. “Yeah, he’s definitely the star baby,” you joked, making him laugh. “I need to ask you…” You bit your lip voice trailing off as you searched for the night words.

He sent you a closed-mouth smile. “About my mom and Karl?” He asked, biting back a blithe expression. It shocked you how calm he was about the situation.

You chuckled nervously. “I swear I won’t bring it up again, I’m just,” you cut yourself off, unable to describe the question marks pulsing through your thoughts.

He snorted, taking a sip of his drink. “I know right,” he reassured. “When I found out, I almost broke Karl’s nose,” he chided. “Not that I was like… angry it was my mom but out of how weird it was.”

“Yeah it is really fucking weird,” you agreed, laughing slightly.

He gestured as if to thank you for understanding. “I mean, Karl’s a great guy. He was my best friend for a long time but…” He made a face suggesting his discomfort and you snicked. “That’s my mom, man.” You giggled wholeheartedly at this, making him laugh too.

“What are you guys talking about?” Karl asked, seemingly appearing out of nowhere, dripping wet from his pool time adventures.

“Speak of the Devil and he shall appear,” you joked, making Sapnap wink at you. “Tacitus’ Annals,” you answered, making Sapnap nod at you.

He chewed on his lip, with a calm expression as he supported your lie. “I was telling your girlfriend how much I enjoyed his love of Nero,” he continued, you bit back a smile.

Karl ruffled his hair out in a towel. “Come on now,” he grumbled, calling the two of you on your bullshit.

Sapnap squinted as he looked up at him. “Karl supremacy. As always,” he answered with a touch of quiet sarcasm, making Karl roll his eyes playfully as he took to the other seat beside you.

Karl ran his fingers into his hair. “You wanna get matching tattoos together, Sapnap?” He quipped; Sapnap sending him a smug expression.

“Why? What were you thinking?” He asked, knowing he was walking into whatever Karl was setting up.

Karl pulled the leg of his swim trunks off his leg a bit, furrowing his brows. “I wanna get your mom’s name on the top of my thigh,” he teased, biting his lip. You rolled your eyes playfully.

Sapnap let out a sarcastic laugh. “Oh my God, that’s so funny. I totally didn’t see that coming.”

Karl took a sip of your beer and you spoke up. “I think you’d look good with a tattoo, Sapnap. All jokes aside, you’ve got a great body,” you mused, sending him a wink. Sapnap bit back a smile looking at Karl, who you could already tell was glaring back at him. “Side note, I was meaning to ask you. There’s a guy that’s in Karl’s frat,” you paused, trying to remember what Karl had said Todd’s real name was when you were pinning his auction number on him.

Sapnap raised his eyebrows. “Oh, Mark?”

You pointed at him. “Yes, the fake Romney.”

Sapnap snorted. “He did that on campus too?” Karl nodded, a look of disappointment spreading across their faces.

“Speaking of Todd Mark, the king of the Brick” Karl kicked his feet beneath your chair before continuing, “I heard there’s a bonfire tonight,” he probed, making Sapnap slowly shake his head in disapproval.

You raised an eyebrow at the two. “What’s the Brick?”

Sapnap seemed to have already made up his mind on the situation. “A fucking cesspool,” Sapnap grumbled, sipping from his bottle as Karl tsked. Sapnap tilted his head. “You really wanna take her to the Brick? People get together and smoke crack over there. The fact that,” he paused to furrow his brows at you slightly, “Todd Mark? is the benefactor should say something,” he stated, lips curling into an uneasy expression.

You peered over your shoulder at Karl as if to ask if he were crazy. Karl swatted off your gesture. “They don’t smoke crack this time of year. All the locals are back visiting for break.”

Sapnap shook his head again in unease. You chewed your lip, leaning back in your chair. “I don’t know… Sapnap, do you wanna have a movie night instead?” You joked, making Karl sigh behind you.

Sapnap mimicked your mock severity. “Yeah, a stay in and cuddle?”

“Of course,” you repeated.

Karl wheezed. “No, we’re going.”

Without missing a beat, Sapnap chimed back. “Maybe you can take my mom instead?” Karl’s expression flattened at his words and you nodded, high fiving Sapnap in mock victory.

Despite Sapnap’s hesitation, you all went to what they referred to as The Brick. In reality, it was a spot on the edge of a lake. They only called it the Brick because of Todd’s dad, a racecar driver who claimed the post back when he was in high school and later bought it. A large bonfire burned in the center of the space, various people around your age and a bit younger were either dancing to the music coming from one of the souped-up sports cars or shotgunning beers. You pushed away the thought of your stingy fire marshall back home who―more than once―had reported you and your family for “overactive cookouts.”

“Overactive,” meaning your dad and Clay were failing at not catching hotdogs on fire when the two would get lost in a chat about a mutual videogame when the families would cross the fence line in the summer.

As soon as you had stepped foot on the gravel, Karl was welcomed back like some kind of celebrity, so you stayed close to Sapnap. He would lean towards your height, pointing people out that Karl had mentioned in the past or those worth noting. You nodded along, soaking in what he had to tell you and laughing at his jokes.

A random guy strolled past the two of you, making Sapnap purse his lips. “Hey, Sapnap. How’s your mom?” One of the countless jokes thrown at him since you’d arrived.

He tilted his head with a mock look of questioning. “Didn’t your parents just get divorced, Jeff?” He deflected. Jeff’s face dropped slightly as he moved on. You always found yourself struggling not to laugh at how well Sapnap was at counteracting the jabs at his mom and Karl. Most of you felt guilty for how long he had dealt with it.

Karl watched you carefully as you sat down beside Sapnap on one of the vast benches; hands shoved in his pockets as the group around him caught up. You were glad to have someone around like Sapnap, despite the fact that you often went to parties. In the past, it was more of a bi-annual thing, but since being with Karl, you found yourself shoulder to shoulder with nameless people in a line doing shots every other Thursday.

You laughed as Sapnap joked about avoiding the drinks at the Brick because of the mites in the water and the STDs in the beer. “So, I never asked how you met Karl?” He queried, sticking his hands into the pocket of his Baja hoodie.

You smiled slightly. “Uh…” Shameless thoughts of you on your knees in a random building when you barely knew his name paced through your head like a quickfire of serotonin. “We had a lecture together and he liked my handwriting.” Sapnap smirked, chuckling slightly at your words.

Karl’s eyes were trained on the two of you, demeanor shifting each time one of you leaned towards the other to hear over the music or the two of you bumping each other’s arms to grab your attention. You knew he wasn’t jealous, but his look of curiosity was almost hilarious to you. Sapnap stuck by your side while Karl introduced you to his friends. He was basically your encyclopedia on the newer people as Karl would go off on a tangent with them.

The fact that Karl was so close to all of them and was so popular made your heart swell with pride. You were used to Karl’s deadpanned glares at most of his frat brothers and his snide comments, but now he was welcomed back like he was some kind of hero returning from the war.

After saying goodbye to Sapnap for the day, you threaded your fingers with Karl’s, enjoying the time where it was just the two of you. He brought the back of your hand to his lips, smoothing a kiss against your skin. “So… Sapnap’s mom…” you began, making him chew the inside of his cheek. “Where… did it happen?”

He looked down at you with a perked eyebrow before raising his sights forward, pulling you off the street where the two of you were walking. You followed him as the pair of you snuck through between the houses and across the backyards until the two of you were at Sapnap’s house again. Through the front windows, you could see him talking to his sibling in the kitchen.

Karl grabbed your hand, leading you along the side of the estate and toward the pool house. You wanted to groan at the thought before he pulled you through the door with him. “Are you serious?” You hissed, looking around at the dark place. Karl fought not to smirk as he peered out through one of the windows, watching the lights in Sapnap’s house turn out.

The moonlight streamed through one of the slender windows, illuminating his face and washing his features clean. Your gaze trailed along his arms; his tattoos peeking out from beneath his hoodie as he reached up to lock the door.

He turned back to face you, walking closer to you. “Did you have fun today?” He asked, plopping down on one of the couches and pulling you into his lap. He moved your arms to rest around his neck, pressing his lips to your skin. “I feel like I didn’t see you at all. Sapnap’s a bogart,” he muttered jokingly, settling his hands on your hips.

You scoffed before leaning toward him, pressing your lips against his. “Make it up to me,” you murmured, raking your fingers into his hair. “I think I selfishly need you to ruin me here; you know. Like a cleansing of you and Ms. Scarlet,” you chided.

He bit his lip, eyes pulsing with lust as he fought not to grin. You pressed your lips against his, turning to lay back on the couch and yank him on top of you. He chuckled into your kiss, as your hands moved to curl into his hair. His lust was a taste you could get drunk off if given the chance as his hands traveled the length of your body, moaning as you ground your hips against his, gripping into his clothes.

He leaned off of you momentarily to pull his shirt over his head as you slipped out of yours, you wrapped a leg around him, pushing him onto the couch instead and pinning him between your thighs as you straddled him, running your hands up his tattooed chest and connecting your lips again.

One of his large hands covered your breast as you began to grind your hips against his. His teeth grazed against your skin as he caressed your body while you moved against him, trying to create as much friction as you could against his jeans. He ran his fingers along the hem of your underwear, his lips curling into a smirk as he moved slightly to get a better look. "These are nice. Did you plan this?" He leered, snapping the elastic against your hip playfully. You rolled your eyes, pulling his chin towards you and pressing your lips against his. Every movement of his body seemed to lick at the fire deep within you.

You smirked breathlessly as his lips settled against your collarbones. “These are my church clothes. I had no other motive,” you jousted. His hand reached up to rest against your collarbone, his fingers lightly curling around your neck.

“Of course, how could I not realize,” he jabbed, pressing his lips and tongue against your neck. You moaned, tugging at his zipper before wrapping your hand around his cock, pumping him into harder arousal. He groaned against your neck, bucking into your hand lightly. His head tilted back against the couch beneath you, cheeks flushed at the attention. His teeth nipped at your skin as you ground yourself against his thigh, basking in his noises of pleasure.

His cock pulsed in your hand, making him grab your wrist and pull you beneath him. He gripped one of your legs, resting it in the crook of his elbow as he pushed himself into you, connecting your lips to swallow your moans. The feeling of him inside of you sent a wave of pleasure through your body. His voice was low in your ear, murmuring your name as if it were a curse. You moaned as he took one of your hands, lacing your fingers together beside your head as he kissed you again, tongue slipping into your mouth.

His thrusts became more rhythmless, his hold on you driving him deeper as the pool house filled with the noises of your whimpering moans. Karl’s breath was warm on your neck as he took advantage of your submissive state. He moved his hand from around your leg, wrapping his fingers around your neck again. Your body shivered, waiting for the pressure of his hand as his hips rocked against yours.

He chuckled darkly, teeth grazing against your shoulder before his lips hovered beside your ear. “Beg for it,” he commented, voice strained as he thrusted into you.

You swallowed, fingers digging into his back. “Choke me,” you groaned, “please.” His hand tightened around your neck, breath hitching in your throat as his thrusts became rougher. He bit back a smug grin at the way you reacted to his antics, relishing in your body beginning for more.

He relaxed his hand, pressing his lips to yours as you struggled to inhale. Heat ran through your body as your leg curled around his waist, nails raking down his back.

You leaned away from his lips, voice coming out unevenly as you moaned his name. His movements became sloppier as you groaned in bliss, tugging the flesh of his bottom lip between your teeth. You tipped your head back slightly as you reached your climax, riding out your pleasure and sending him over the edge as he pulled you closer to him, his hands digging into your hips as he encouraged you to continue grinding against him. You exhaled deeply, pressing your lips against his neck and his cheek before kissing him breathlessly as your movements slowed.

You pulled on your shirt, Karl’s hands moving to rest on your hips as he pressed a kiss to your neck. “Should we leave a note for Ms. Scarlet?” You joked, making him chuckle as his arms wrapped further around your waist, cheek pressing against your shoulder.

“Who?” He teased.

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[isagisyoichi]

YOU MAKE ME FEEL SPECIAL!

SYNOPSIS: niko as your boyfriend

CHARACTERS INCLUDED: niko ikki aka my boyfriend hello

WARNINGS: swearing, pretend all the boys go to the same school and they're all friends for plot, normalize not writing serious boys as someone that practically hates their s/o and never opens up to them god bless, also no such thing as ooc since we dunno shit ab him so everything i say is law. SUPER LONG LOL, it's like 2k+ words 😭

A/N: i love my boyfriend and i'm v happy about all the attention he's getting (even if he will prob will b subbed out 👎) this was fun to write bc i think he would b very soft as bf and also i hate the notion that stoic and serious = boring and detached in a relationship. also first post w the new user yayyyy rip yoichisagis an end of an era for realsies.

FOR: fox anon my beloved this one is for u😩

it takes a while for you two to get together, just because niko wants to think things through and be sure he’s making the right decision, as well as him being naturally apprehensive about this whole dating thing.

when you do eventually start going out, keep in mind you're probably his first real anything, so-

niko needs to take it slow for the first month or so because he needs time to adjust and get used to being in a relationship.

when he gets comfortable around you, niko starts to talk a lot more.

niko starts to talk about his interests more-soccer, stem stuff (idc i'll die by my hc that he's a stem boy), etc. and niko's really happy that you're genuinely interested in what he has to say :)

and as your relationship progresses, niko becomes more inclined to share his inner thoughts.

“this song is so bad, i hate it and how it's everywhere,” like, babe that sucks, but what do you want me to do, take it off the radio myself? 😭

you find out that niko’s kind of a hater LOL, but it’s okay, because it means he can be himself around you <3 and the mini debates you have with each other are fun.

he’s someone you can take shopping with you if you need a solid second opinion.

“ikki, is this cute?” you niko as you adjust the shirt you tried on in the fitting room mirror.

“no.” he’s so straight up LOL. “the blue one from earlier was better.”

“this one?”

“yeah, that one. you look really pretty in it.”

ngl though, niko’s not much of a mall person. he'd just follow you around like a little puppy LOL, but he doesn't mind too much because it's for you.

communication is important to niko!!!!! he wants someone that he can have real conversation about the things that matter to him, so he rly makes an effort to have that kind of connection with you.

niko's naturally funny but he isn't aware that he is lol.

but when he does try, i feel like his humor comes in the form of sarcasm and dry wit. likes poking fun at you here and there with a lighthearted jab.

"you're so weird, y/n," is the most common one.

niko’s naturally closed off emotionally (male aquarius 😒) but i, personally, think he’d really try and push himself to be more open with you, especially if you expressed for him to do so </3

he'd be really appreciative of someone patient and understanding of the fact that he doesn't open up easily, though.

but eventually, you become the person closest to him- niko confides in you a lot, which he’s grateful for because he usually holds everything in.

not one for pda or other lovey-dovey things in public, other than the occasional holding of hands but behind closed doors, niko’s so soft around you, it’s like he’s a completely different person.

also, i feel like niko’s real handsy with you, i get the vibe he’s super touch starved 😭

although it does take him a while to get used to physical affection, once he has, niko cannot get enough. he’s always touching you when he has no real reason to.

(and because you're his first relationship, i feel like it’s just natural that niko’s going to be kind of clingy towards you.)

“you okay, ikki?” you ask as niko suddenly wraps his arms around your waist from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder.

“mhm,” he mumbles. “just wanna be close to you.”

niko likes when you sit on his lap when he’s on his computer. you can have your arms wrapped around his neck, your head resting in the crook of his neck, or you could just be on your phone or whatever, it doesn’t matter, niko just likes you near him.

you guys don’t really talk to each other when you do this, aside from niko occasionally checking up on you and asking if you need anything from him.

but other than that, you guys just enjoy each other's touch in silence. it’s one of his favorite things to do with you.

however, if you start kissing him in the middle of whatever he’s doing and keep it up for long enough, niko will drop everything to make out with you right then and there (also one of his favorite things to do with you).

speaking of kissing- you kiss niko first.

niko would try to plan your guys first kiss out because he wants everything to be perfect.

but, he ends up taking forever to execute it because he keeps overthinking and you can only wait so long before kissing him, so you take matters into your own hands.

his kisses are sloppy and juvenile at the beginning, but he’s smart and learns quickly what you do and don’t like.

likes being kissed on his jaw and forehead the most :')

if the team ever happens to see niko kissing you, they're gonna be so annoying ����

"yooo niko's making big moves ‼️" "my son's growing up on me!😩" "good job *pats on the back*" and niko is red all over as he drags you away from them, muttering about how childish and annoying they are 😭.

but, they're all very supportive of you guys, even if they're embarrassing as hell 🙄.

they even give niko relationship advice- which luckily, he doesn’t follow (most of the time), because, let’s be honest, if you're getting unsolicited dating tips from a bunch of teenage boys, it’s probably bad 😭.

you’re the only person niko shows his forehead to. just know that having the opportunity to see it means that niko trusts you more than anyone else :’)

repay his trust by kissing his forehead lovingly and showering him with compliments whenever you can !!!!!!!!!!

“y/n, why’re you so embarrassing,” niko says under his breath, blushing as you hold his face and litter soft kisses on his forehead, rambling about how cute he is.

always looks for you in the bleachers when he has a game and you’re always the first person he talks to after.

and the fact that you make an effort to come as often as you can means sooo much to him. definitely considers you to be his biggest fan.

real classy with nicknames- uses “my love/love,” and “darling,” the most.

his favorite petname from you is "pretty boy." gives him butterflies each time he hears it.

the first time you call him that, he's confused, but after you explain that being called pretty is basically the highest compliment a boy can receive, he gets all soft on you.

only uses instagram to like and comment on your pictures and that's it 😭.

comments stuff like “you're so pretty” and "beautiful," without any emojis because niko refuses to use them LOL.

remembers the compliments you give him! they help with his self esteem and i feel like he values your opinion a lot.

so, tell him all about how cute and smart and talented and hot and funny he is and how much you love him and he'll replay it in his head 24/7.

i think he prefers to be the big spoon, unless he's sad- then he really wants you to hold him.

niko gives me homebody vibes, so expect relaxed dates, but still nice, yk?

what i mean is niko's not gonna take you out to get gas station food and call it a day 😭 he's classier than that and he always puts in effort towards dates.

he always plans them ahead of time and takes into consideration what he thinks you'd enjoy. and he insists on paying 🤗.

but, niko always does something special for days like your birthday or an anniversary, like go somewhere fancy if you wanted to or buy a nice gift you've been eyeing for a while.

helps you with your schoolwork, 100%. most of the time niko tutors you because he wants you to actually learn the material, but if you're feeling lazy and just wanna get it over with, niko will just give you the answers.

this is a big deal because i love him and all but, niko gives me the vibe he's super stingy with his work 😭.

"this is the last time i'm going to just give you the answers, y/n." niko sighs out. "you have to start doing your homework by yourself."

niko's said that dozen of times but he's still giving you the answers free of charge. can you guys say #whipped 🤣?

LOL speaking of school, if you ever text him during class, i highly doubt that niko would entertain you 😭😭 (it's out of love, though)

y/n 💗: hiii baby imy 🥰

pretty boy: do your work, y/n.

y/n 💗: ALL I DID WAS SAY HI

pretty boy: pay attention.

y/n 💗: fine ur so lame 👎

pretty boy: whatever you say. i miss you too, by the way.

he likes to moves your hair out your face because he wants to see your pretty face better.

which is why you have to do the same with him 🥰!!!!!! makes him blush like crazy.

gets soooo soft when you post him or even take pictures of you and him together :') just the thought of you wanting to show him off makes him soooo happy.

he won't entertain you if you make a tiktok, though LOL. he's very stubborn in his belief that it's stupid.

just stands in the background with his arms crossed if you try to make him do a dance or something 😭 (he does think you look cute, though).

niko has such nice eyelashes but i doubt he's aware of it 'cause he's, y'know, a boy 🙄.

"my eyelashes are ... cute?" he questions. niko wasn't even aware that such a trivial thing like his eyelashes could be considered cute.

"yes, oh my god," you gush. "they're so long and nice, i wish mine were like that," you groan, examining yours through the camera of your phone.

"you're so weird, y/n," he says, a blush staining his cheeks. "your eyelashes are nicer," he mumbles as he kisses your forehead.

he's one of those people that prefers to be alone, but you're the exception. you know?

niko likes to keep to himself most of the time, but that whole thing doesn't apply to you, because he'd choose to be with you over being alone anytime :')

#THIS WAS SO LONG CHRKST #ilysmni i love you so much niko ikki #not a dating hc but i really thinkche has the kind of headphones that tsukki has 💀💀💀 #niko ikki #niko ikki x reader #niko x reader #blue lock #bllk x reader #bllk #blue lock x reader #blue lock imagine #blue lock headcanons #bllk headcanons #niko ikki headcanons #niko ikki imagine #ikki niko #ikki niko x reader #bllk imagines

[leviiattacks]

Seven minutes in Heaven with Physics Major Levi

author note :: i lost the ask but anon i do not know what this is. reading it sounded better in my head but physics major levi with reader who likes him is that a good description???? HM ANYWAY enjoy it’s not too great i’ve been revising nonstop for exams but i might as well have finished this off for the anon who requested it :-)

word count :: 2.5k probably... hm who knows maybe 3k

when you and levi become friends it’s definitely unexpected to say the least. everyone is naturally very confused by the peculiar pairing. levi doesn’t really... go out of his way to befriend anyone really??? so for him to approach you in the middle of the library and start talking about how he noticed you shared a class together was out of the ordinary

the flow of the conversation is a little awkward at first, you’re revising for a final exam and don’t really appreciate the disruption but you’re not confident enough to tell him to leave.

at one point an awkward silence drifts between the two of you until he points out you’ve completely RUINED your notes and have been looking over the wrong lectures for the up and coming physics exam

later on into the night levi’s stood sighing next to you. he tells you to take your pick from the pot noodle section — “hey, i know we literally just met but i’m telling you a chicken pot noodle is gonna make you feel better.”

you’re so distraught that he has to pick it up for you and pay

and that is how you and levi become friends !!!

if it’s of any relevance yes you passed the final (all because of levi giving you his organised binder full of notes and telling you to make use of it)

you know it just sorta happens but through all of the all nighters you’ve pulled with levi by your side you become used to his presence nearby. in fact most of the the time it’s difficult to even find you anywhere without him. you’re both practically joined at the hip

levi’s pretty protective of you, hates the whole party scene but is willing to tag along if you’re going. at first you think it’s because he feels more comfortable stepping out of his comfort zone if you’re there with him but his intentions become more evident later on

any time someone makes you uncomfortable he’s by your side, if you happen to get into any sort of trouble he’s the person people call to help you because who else knows you the way levi does?

currently you and levi are at another party, you tend to keep to yourself and only ever talk to your close friends. it’s also not like you to partake in games, you’re far too nervous to play anything like seven minutes in heaven but for some reason you find yourself wanting to take part JUST this once

maybe it’s the fear of never making fun memories to tell your future children about

then again why on earth would you be telling your children about your experience kissing a random man in a closet??

either way, participating shouldn’t hurt!!! you’ve got to loosen up a little!!!

levi’s a little surprised you agree to play nevertheless he still sits next to you, the both of you have your legs crossed on the floor, your knees are touching and you aren’t sure if he feels the same warm sensation that you feel. it bubbles in the pit of your stomach – you feel oddly content

“levi!! anyone you want the bottle to land on ???” hange a mutual friend of yours leans in handing him the glass bottle

levi gives the bottle a disgusted look before his gaze flicks over to you.

“i’m only here because of y/n, i ‘m not playing.”

that doesn’t satisfy hange and they begin to groan complaining that he can’t stay unless he spins the bottle

“look you don’t have to do anything in the closet, okay??” hange’s begging him at this point, he’s still holding up pretty well and for some reason you’re disappointed. it’s almost like you hoped he’d spin the bottle just so it would land on you

levi takes notice of your frown and guesses you want him to be included, he isn’t one for games like these but if it’ll make you happy so be it. there’s still the chance it’ll land on you and his thought process falters for a second.

he thinks he really wouldn’t mind if the bottle landed on you and so he ends up nodding and agreeing to play.

anyway it’s not as if he isn’t guilty of imagining the two of you being a little more than friends

ok wait!!!! it’s completely innocent HE SWEARS!!!!

he’s never told you about it but sometimes he thinks if he was a little more straightforward that day at the library and asked for your number MAYBE just MAYBE his intentions would be clearer and he wouldn’t be stuck in the friend zone for this long

he should’ve used a stupid physics pick up line he knows you love those

something like – “i’m attracted to you more than an electron’s attracted to a proton.”

or maybe — “i’d fall for you even in the absence of gravity”

ok... maybe you wouldn’t have got that one considering you were revising the wrong content and probably forgot about that topic

he can’t imagine himself saying those things but if it would make you finally see him as a potential love interest and not a best friend he wouldn’t mind having to force it out

but still it’s not really a secret that levi has a soft spot for you, literally everyone can see it. when has he ever gone out of his way to save a seat for anyone? when has he ever willingly gone to a party? WHEN has levi actually let someone lay their head on his shoulder??

he only ever let’s you do that stuff

let’s actually discuss the head on his shoulder thing!!!

whenever finals approach you’re always sucked in by huge amounts of work and barely get to sleep, levi’s always hovering over your shoulder reminding you to catch a few hours but of course you don’t listen. you think you’ll be just fine if you rely on an energy drink and two hours of sleep to get by

but levi knows you better than you know yourself. it’s hour seven into the day and you’re already dozing off in your seat. slowly but gradually your head tilts forward. levi’s sitting across you contemplating whether or not he should prop your head back up like a nice friend would or if he should wait for you to smack your forehead right into the solid oak table.

he ends up making his decision last minute, your head flies towards the table and if it were anyone else he’d just let them jolt awake from the harsh impact but it’s you and his body won’t let him ignore you.

on reflex his hand flies out and in the matter of a split second he’s holding your head back. he’s surprised you haven’t woken up and he’s even more surprised he bothered to help you

before that happens levi knows he likes you, he knows he enjoys your company, he’s aware you make him happy but he thinks he’s willing to just be friends with you because clearly you don’t want to pursue anything.

you haven’t even flirted with him before aside from the witty “you remind me of an exothermic reaction” joke that you made one time

oh and there’s also the additional fact that you had a boyfriend up until quite recently so he’s sure you don’t see him romantically

honestly he’s fine with not dating you but something about seeing you overwork yourself like that has him simmering in anger. if he were your boyfriend he would have forced you into bed whether you liked it or not

if he were your boyfriend he’d never break up with you because he “found someone better.” he can’t even manage to imagine anyone better than you.

levi shuffles into the seat next to yours and places your head onto his shoulder. a few students shoot him questioning looks but the deadly glare he sends back is enough to deter them from coming any closer

it’s a little funny actually, by the time you wake up you’re rubbing at your eyes, you don’t even notice how close levi is to you until his hot breath fans across your neck. it seems like he’s dozed off whilst trying to make notes on fluid dynamics

wait

levi. right. next. to. your. neck.

should you move????

no, he might wake up he barely sleeps and you don’t want to mess up his schedule even more

that day you choose to drift off back to sleep as if you never woke up to his breath against your neck.

“OHHHH LEVI LANDED ON Y/N????”

your head shoots up NOW you’ve completely been dragged away from your thoughts.

“lucky for you both. guess you won’t have to do anything and stand there for seven minutes. told ya levi there was nothing to worry about B-)”

hange without warning pulls you both up by your arms, you’ve yet to see levi’s reaction, you’re too stunned to have noticed his slack jaw or wide eyes

“HAVE FUN!”

and with that said and done you and levi are shoved into the cleaning closet

“well, i’m glad it landed on you. i won’t have to do anything.” levi seems happy as can be, you don’t really know why but it stings a little

he doesn’t even seem to stop for a second to wonder if you’d maybe want to do anything

are you just not his type ????

hange once told you levi liked organised people and well,, you’re anything but organised. you’d probably pass out from the work load of your physics lectures if not for levi always helping you out

scowling to yourself you try to ignore just how awkward the situation is until levi plops down on the floor in front of you

“you okay?” he asks looking genuinely concerned

“i- yeah i’m good.”

your eyes dart away trying to look at anything but him. you can’t deny he looks good today, you actually helped him slick his hair back - the entire time he complained about the hair gel feeling weird but he looks great and now you can’t even stare at him for more than a second

“i’m guessing you’d have preferred if the bottle landed on someone else.”

leaning forward without even noticing it you aggressively deny what he says. “NO!!! i like being stuck here with you.”

levi looks stunned by your outburst but nods “oh, did you feel pressured to join the game? we can leave if you want—”

“no, no i– you aren’t– oh god i mean, look. i can explain– do i need to explain???”

completely choking up in front of him and sputtering before slamming your lips shut and saying absolutely nothing is probably one of the most awkward things you’ve done in your ENTIRE existence

levi reaches out for your knee, something that’s usually seen as him being friendly only feels intimate tonight. his thumb strokes comforting circles into your skin. the situation doesn’t make it any better, essentially you’re meant to be making out with him right now

“is something bothering you?”

there it is again. that look. he only seems more concerned than before and you hate yourself for not even thinking about your friendship before you open your mouth.

“do you not want to kiss me because we’re best friends or is it something else?”

there it is. you’ve said it.

you see levi’s face contort from a mix of confusion to what looks like disgust then shock. screwing your eyes shut you know you’ve ruined everything now. he’s never going to speak to you, never going to approach you again. you’re mentally preparing for him to ditch you at this party right here right now

but then you notice his hand still steadily placed on your knee, he’s now stopped with the circles, his grip is bruising

“do you want me to kiss you?”

his question isn’t really expected, it helps you find the courage to look your best friend in the eye.

it’s pretty dark but you can still make out the familiar shadows of his face. the butterflies rush up from your stomach all the way to your throat.

mild regret fills you, usually his curtains obscure his piercing gaze but the way you’ve styled his hair gives him a better view of you, there’s nowhere for you to hide

not even stopping to think about the possibility of him teasing you right now, all you care about is telling him the truth. you’ve come all the way here you may as well finish off what you’ve started

“would you be mad if i said i’d like it if you did?”

levi doesn’t need any more confirmation than that, he swoops in yanking you by your waist. his knees are still pressed against the floor and so you find yourself leaning down into his mouth and craning your neck downwards

his chest is completely pressed against yours. the drumming of your heart is so loud you feel self conscious but levi’s soft lips moving against yours distract you from that

not even ten seconds in and you feel out of breathe but not in an overwhelming way. levi’s pace isn’t at all what you imagined it to be like. he’s soft and slow yet calloused and rough around the edges, some how he still manages to make the kiss sweet

his left hand leisurely travels to the small of your back, the other hand now caresses your cheek. his fingertips are anything but soft but the way he handles you is tender and endearingly delicate.

you smile into the kiss and almost instantly levi’s lips tug upwards too. his take on seven minutes in heaven is quite easily the most romantic thing you’ve been subjected to. instead of a passionate make out you’ve been given a honeyed introduction to a new side of him

the kiss ends much quicker than you anticipate, you open your mouth to whine and convince levi that the two of you should still have a solid minute left before hange returns but he presses his index finger against your lips

“later. i promise.” his voice is heavy and if his blushed cheeks are anything to go by he’s thoroughly enjoyed your session together

at his reassurance you comply and take the time to have a better look at him

his lips are wet – some of your lip gloss has clearly stuck to him. his hair isn’t as well styled as it was before, seeing him like this makes you feel a surge of confidence. you know you did that to him.

so... what is someone to do with a sudden boost in confidence?

hit your new possible love interest with a pick up line :-) !!!

“heyyy so i know the spring constant of my mattress, would you be interested in taking some data with me?”

slapping your shoulder lightly he’s yet to gain his composure back, levi’s genuinely out of breathe now trying to steady himself and your comment doesn’t do him any favours that’s for sure

“my god you have no sham–”

without warning the door to your left swings open you and levi flinch trying to scramble away from eachother only to fail, hange marches in before stopping dead in their tracks.

all they see is levi knelt in front of you, hair disheveled huffing like his life depends on it

then their focus shifts to you, you’re sure some of your makeup has smudged and the entire scenario looks suspicious

levi seems as if he’s about to warn hange to not tell anyone and keep this a secret for now but they sprint away before any of you have the opportunity to ask for some privacy

not even ten seconds later a collision can be heard alongside a series of thuds and then hange’s yelling towards the end of the hallway “GUYS??? THEY ACTUALLY DID IT???”

for some reason the cheers coming from the living room warm your heart

you guess your friends figured out the direction of your relationship long before you and levi did :-)

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