#didn’t align w what we thought of him

[munsonsreputation]

i'm falling in love, again

steve harrington x fem!reader

word count: [6.7K]

warnings: no use of y/n, friends to lovers, infidelity (reader's ex), characters are in their early 20s, modern!au (they've got cellphones and text messages okay!!!), cursing, some angst w/ fluff ending.

summary: you thought the plane was going down, but somehow, someway, all the fates and all the stars aligned, and now you were lost in labyrinth of Steve Harrington’s mind forever.

“Hey doll,” Steve greeted softly, holding out a bunch of flowers towards your figure that stood slouched against the wooden doorway, sadness filled orbs meeting his.

You pouted deeply, eyes brewing with tears that blurred him out before you blinked and set them loose. He made a sound, sighed and tsking before he finally closed the space and wrapped you up in his arms, letting you fall against him while you wept into the crook of his neck.

“H-hi Steve.” You croaked, fingers sinking into his back, trying to anchor yourself as he rubbed your skin up and down attempting to sooth the biting warmth that swarmed your body.

Pulling away slightly to look down at your tear-stained face, he gave you a tight smile and gripped you a little tighter.

“Let’s go inside, yeah?” He suggested.

You nodded, pulling yourself away from him and swiping your cheeks with your fingers, letting him step into your apartment watching as he locked the door shut and toed off his shoes.

It was emptier than usual, missing footwear from the shoe rack and lonely pegs of the key holder that used to hold another’s. Your ex had finally come around to pick up his things that were left behind. Even if it was a month of separation and him overseas preparing you to see him, it sucked the soul out of your body when he knocked and stood on the other side waiting for you to let him in now that the locks were changed and his spare was no use.

“Sorry for the mess,” You sniffled, gesturing pathetically around the disheveled area, still trying to get rid of everything that reminded you of him and the things that he left behind.

He shook his head, setting the flowers down on the kitchen table and walking over to you. You hated crying in front of him mostly because he hated seeing you so sad, but you couldn’t help what you were feeling inside.

“Don’t apologize. I’m never gonna judge you.” He reminded you never wanting you to feel bad for feeling how you did.

His hands fidgeted with your fingers, rubbing comforting circles over your skin, hoping to get the slow trail of tears to stop pouring and your breathing to even out.

“What do you wanna do?” He proposed, speaking so delicately, careful and considerate, “I can help you get rid of whatever you want out or we can sit down and talk, or we don’t have to talk at all. Whatever you want…I’m here.”

The truth is, Steve was always there through the good, the bad, the ugly, and the stunning. He was one of your closest friends who saw you through and through everything and no matter what, he always made it clear that the second you needed him or anybody, he would be there.

He was the first one to officially meet your ex before he even asked you to be his girlfriend. It all happened when you went on your first date that was soon running a little too late into the evening. Steve was sitting by himself in the corner of the pizzeria as per your request just in case your date turned out to be horrible and you needed a convenient way out.

Three taps of your foot against the tiles meant, “please get up and get me out of there,” and so when he saw you do just that, he didn’t hesitate to stand up and “run into you” by coincidence.

“Oh, hey! I didn’t know you were going to be here tonight.” Steve beamed, holding his arms out wide as you smiled and stood up from your seat, embracing him in a hug.

“Hey Steve!” You greeted, pulling away and turning to your date.

“This is my friend, Steve! We actually live in the same apartment complex.” You explained, watching as they both shook hands and Steve nodded towards him.

Steve snapped his fingers, pointing at you as if he remembered something. “Don’t forget that maintenance is shutting off the water at 2 in the morning—that leak is still going at it.” He cursed, shaking his head.

You gasped, nudging his shoulder. “You’re so right! I totally forgot about that.”

Passing your date an apologetic look, you picked up your purse and slung it over your arm.

“I’m so sorry, but I think I should head home. I definitely want to shower before the water gets shut off for god knows how long.”

He stood up, nodding her head, and gesturing out the windows, “Sure thing! Did you want me to drop you—”

Steve cut him off, shaking his head and draping his arm over your shoulders.

“I think we could walk together, just makes sense since we live in the same place and it’ll save you some gas.” Steve assured him, as you nodded in agreement and said your goodbyes.

It wasn’t long before your arm hooked over his and you two were walking the busy streets back to your apartment complex only a good ten minutes away. You and Steve often walked together to do groceries, get late night pizza, or just to get out of your apartments for a while. He never let you walk alone though… that was always his rule.

“Did he say something stupid?” Steve suspected, peering over at you.

You shook your head, silently continuing to walk with him.

“Is he not funny?” He tried again.

You laughed this time, pushing against him gently as he nearly tripped over his own feet.

“He wasn’t not funny.” You chided.

He wanted to beg to differ, seeing as though you spent most of the date nodding and smiling, not much laughter going on, but maybe he was just reading too much into it. But he tried to think up what could have made you want to cut the date short and head back home thirty minutes earlier than you were supposed to.

“Do you not find him attractive?” He said once more.

Your lips curled, eyes shooting up to think to yourself as you neither shook your head nor nodded, just simply shrugging.

“He’s great, I had fun… I just don’t know where this is gonna go.” You pointed out, stopping at the crosswalk.

He leaned over you, fist knocking into the button, waiting for the light to turn red.

“Where do you want it to go?” He met your eyes, staring into them deeply, hoping to get a glimpse of the future, yet all he could see was the slight reflection of himself.

You smiled unknowingly, taking a deep breath and letting your shoulder fall.

“We’ll see.” You whispered, tugging him along through the crosswalk.

Two piles were made in the middle of your living room: trash and donate. You and Steve went through boxes of stuff your ex had left behind, clothes, old records, knick knacks — everything that he had left for you to deal with, as if breaking your heart wasn’t enough.

“Why did he always dress like he was in boarding school?” Steve cackled, folding up a pair of slacks that added to the already tall pile of dress clothes that would be going to the Salvation Army.

You giggled, sifting through the rest of the stuff you had set aside, and hid in the back of your closet, hoping to avoid until now.

“He was really going for that stuck up, private school, douchebag look I guess.” You scorned, huffing as you chucked a meaningless valentines card into the trash bag.

You didn’t care for keeping anything from him even just for memory's sake — if anything you wanted to burn him out of your memory and forget that he ever even existed to begin with.

“Well, on the bright side, someone else is gonna be wearing these clothes to their first professional interview, but hopefully whoever it is isn’t such a jackass.” Steve scoffed, moving the pile aside to make space for the rest of the things.

“Yeah, let’s hope.” You breathed, reaching the bottom of the box, plucking out the white envelope that laid by itself.

You froze for a second, throat tightening up and your heart thumping against your chest a little stronger. It had been the thing you found that confirmed your suspicions that your ex wasn’t being as loyal as he was claiming to be. In fact, he had been sharing his devotion to another woman… one that you thought was just a friend from work, though you should have read the signs way before then.

“You okay?” Steve furrowed his brows at the sudden silence, turning to see you go rigid while you stared at the piece of paper.

The front of it was marked with her initials and his in a big red heart, encasing their names like it was some kind of holy matrimony. The other side stained with her red lipstick marks that she had left behind. The contents of the letter: a confession of her love for him — how she couldn’t believe she had gotten so lucky to find someone whom she got to see every day even if it was during boring meetings and long nights at the office.

Your heart felt like it had dropped from its cages right down to your gut, a sort of free falling feeling similar to the rise of an elevator that would come plunging down. You wanted to be in denial, re-reading the letter over and over again hoping that maybe your mind was seeing things that they weren’t supposed to — but that was the joke of it all.

You weren’t supposed to see it, but you did.

You felt the rise, quickly taking you up to the floor that you were supposed to be on, only to be left hugging yourself, not even being given a warning to brace the crash.

“I—It’s the letter.” You let out, swallowing the lump in your throat, eyes staying glued to the floor as you tossed it aside.

Steve was the first to know about it, too. You had called him, practically speechless not knowing how to go about it. He swore the first five minutes of the phone call was him asking you if you were alright and if you were still there — nothing could have prepared him for what you were about to say next.

“I…I think he might be cheating on me.” You whispered, closing your eyes, doing your best to not take it out of proportion.

Steve just jeered, puffing out a ridiculous laugh. “Why do you think that? How could he ever cheat on someone as amazing as you? I think you might be overthin—”

“I found a letter.” You confessed, and he quickly shut up then the line went silent for a few seconds.

“W-what kind of letter? I-I mean, what does it say?” He stammered over his words, still trying to grasp what was happening.

“A love letter.” You cracked, taking a harsh breath, rising up from your place on the floor to get as far away from it as possible to somehow make it feel like it wasn’t real.

“I’m so sorry,” Steve rushed the apology out.

A shuffle sounding over his voice as you let out a sob and paced your apartment panicked and distraught.

“What do I do? I—I never imagined this…never in a million years. I don’t know what to do, Steve… please, tell me, what can I do?”

You were begging, trying to make sense of the situation, even trying to see it through when you both knew there was no going back from here.

Steve wouldn’t let you do that to yourself.

A knock sounded on your door, interrupting your tears as you choked, wiping them off your cheeks, pulling the phone away from your ear slightly. You unlocked it, opening it a bit only to be met with him on the other side. He caught his breath, pushing the door open with a gently hand.

“I don’t know, but right now, I’m here okay? I’ll be here as long as you need.”

Steve stayed over that night, holding you in your arms as he read the letter to himself, trying to understand why that son of a bitch could do something so cruel to you. And when your phone went off with a text message from him, saying he’d be spending the night at the office doing paperwork ahead of the big meeting the next morning — Steve was the one who texted back for you.

You both knew he was lying, spending the night at her place instead.

It took everything in Steve to not blow up, to pounce on the moment to tell him that you had found the letter and figured everything out. That he best not even bother to come home at all because you’d be throwing him out.

But he resisted… and he always did until you were ready.

He resisted the next day when you told him to go home and get some rest after he had spent the night worrying about you and soothing you back to sleep when you would wake with the nightmares of your boyfriend and his mistress.

He resisted when you told him that you’d figure out a way to break up with your him soon, even when he knew you were holding out.

He resisted when he came to check up on you a few days later, only to be met with your boyfriend answering the door, him and his stuff still there.

He resisted when you and your friends went out for dinner, and you had dropped the bombshell on them, and could say nothing when they asked if you had broken it off already.

He never understood why you waited so long to call things off, when deep down you knew how wrong the situation was. He tried to put himself into your shoes, to imagine what you must be feeling inside that made you want to stay and be tolerated instead of celebrated. But he couldn’t feel it. He only wished you could see yourself from his eyes, then maybe you’d see it a little clearer.

That you didn’t need to stay in the footnotes or the bylines of his life, when Steve was right there, so ready and willing to make you his temple, his mural, and his sky.

But he sat and watched you until you were ready to let go — until you pulled the dagger out and lost the weight of the person who was holding you back and taking advantage of your love.

He swiped the letter away, tucking it within the folded clothes to get it out of your sights. He scooted closer to you, a tender hand coming to cradle your head and let you rest it on his shoulder.

“Do you think she knew about me?” You marveled aloud, sniffling as you grazed up at him.

He didn’t answer, just letting his fingers pull your hair behind your ears, tucking them away.

“She had to have known, right?” You stared at him, hoping he would have the answers that you’d been longing to find even after all this time.

But Steve wasn’t an expert on all this. He didn’t want to fill your head with narratives that he didn’t know were exactly true; he knew it would only make you spiral with the would’ve, could’ve, should’ve’s, but to quite honest, there was nothing that you could have done to fix it and no answer Steve could have given you to change the past.

“He didn’t deserve you. I know that much.” Steve whispered, lifting your hand in his, keeping his response short with something that he knew was sure.

You squeezed against his digits, threading your fingers through his, letting the both of you stay hand in hand on your living room floor.

“Why wasn’t I enough for him?”

He squeezed your hand three times, taking a deep breath in keeping his eyes on yours, “Because he was an idiot not satisfied with the best he had in front of him.”

Steve knew a lot about boys. After all, he once was one of them — stupid, self-centered, ignorant, and most of all ungrateful. He lived life like everything and everyone was replaceable, a kind of numbness that he had garnered since he was a little boy following the footsteps of his dad and just trying to make him proud by being a reflection of him.

Nancy Wheeler changed that for him, his first love, such a lovely experience that changed his life for the better. But it costed him losing her too. He could never step close to Jonathan Byers, the one who was man enough to love Nancy the way she wanted… the way Steve never could.

It stung for a long time. Lots of hope that maybe one day Nancy would love him again, and more hopelessness knowing that she was irrevocably in love with Jonathan and he would have hated for her to only see him in his eyes knowing her heart always belonged to him.

The heartbreak could have made him envious at the world, wanting to lash out like a wounded animal and get revenge on the entire world like some sort of villain, but it did the exact opposite.

He took it in stride even when some days were harder than the rest. There was a community of love around him, and while it wasn’t romantic, it was enough for him to see it through and know that one day when he met the one, he wouldn’t let himself let her pass by.

You released his hand, smoothing the top of his with yours as you put on a small smile taking your head off of his shoulders.

“I’m gonna make us a drink… and thank you for being here for me.” You spoke gratefully, standing up and heading for the kitchen.

He stayed there for a second, watching you closely, trying to figure out if you were running away from talking about it or if you were just over it by now. He crossed his fingers that it was the second option; he wanted you to be over it, to not be so affected and hurt anymore knowing that you were always the better half, the one who didn’t lose anything because you already had everything you needed inside of your heart.

But he also knew it tended to get like this — thoughts so loud, presence so distant, you were a world away while he was there hoping you’d find your way back home soon.

“Fuck him, he’s a piece of shit who never deserved you!”

The nightclub was so chaotic, bright lights, booming music, even louder friends who were trying to get you to feel a little better about the breakup. Nancy and Robin had arranged the night out for you with the best of intentions, seeing as though you had spent every day since the breakup inside the apartment that you used to share with him.

It didn’t help that you broke things off right before he had to go out of town for a work, all of his things still stayed where they were, not enough time for him to find a new place or ask a friend to stay with them for a while. But it wasn’t as bad as it could have been if he was still there physically.

You gulped down the shot, pinching your eyes closed when the liquid went down with a burn before being followed by the sourness of a lime. The girls cheered around you, nudging your shoulders and placing kisses on your head affectionately.

“C’mon! Let’s go dance!” Robin whistled, grabbing your hand and attempting to pull you to the dance floor with her and Nance, but you stayed grounded, just barely glued to the seat.

You flashed her a reassuring smile and waved her off to the dance floor.

“You guys go ahead! I’ll meet you there in a little…I just need some water.” You called out loud enough through the music and they both nodded, shimmying into the disco lights.

Steve tapped his fingers against the tabletop, sipping on his Coke, no alcohol added. He volunteered to be the designated driver for the night and of course, honorary body guard if anyone messed with you guys. You didn’t know if he’d want to spend the night practically babysitting three girls, but you were glad he was there nonetheless.

“You having fun?” Steve leaned over so you could hear him better.

You nodded instantly, though there was a strain in your features. Eyes shining with a glaze over them and your smile felt like it was rehearsed, something you had spent time in the mirror trying to get right so that it was believable past the frown you’d been wearing.

He looked at you unconvinced, reaching under the table to hold your hand in his, “You can tell me the truth, doll.”

“I just…” You looked around, hoping that your friends were looking at you and sure enough they were too busy dancing to the beat of the music having fun like you were supposed to be doing right then. But you definitely didn’t want to dump it on them, seeing as though they did this for you and didn’t mean any harm.

“I, I hate that everybody expects me to bounce back, just like that.” You snapped your fingers with a clack, “I want to forget about it and move on, I really do, but I just can’t do it overnight you know?”

He nodded understandingly, thumbing over your knuckles, “I know what you mean, but it only hurts this much right now because it’s raw and fresh… one day you’re gonna wake up and it won’t hurt as much.”

“I wish that day would come sooner.”

“It will,” He reassured you, squeezing your hand three times, “But what about tonight you just pretend?”

“Pretend?” You looked at him uncertainly.

“Pretend like you’re over it, or just pretend like he never even existed? Go out there and have fun and pretend like you forgot about him, just for tonight.” He told you, gesturing over to the dance floor of people who were probably doing the same.

“You think that’ll work?” You rose your brows, and he snickered, shrugging lightly.

“Won’t know if you don’t try,” Steve whistled.

“Come with me?” You tilted your head before taking the last shot on the platter.

You let it burn, not bothering with a chaser until he pushed his Coke towards you, coaxing you to take at least a sip before nodding his head with a sly smile.

“I’m following your lead, babe.”

Steve was sober, yet with his hands intertwined in yours he felt drunk on love. Laughing so hard, his cheeks hurt as he moved with you, nonstop jumping, screaming, and dancing to the music that resounded through the speakers. Even in the neon lights of the club, nothing shined as bright as you. He would do anything you wanted in order to see you this happy, even if it meant breaking his back to make you break a smile.

He stayed on that dance floor until you were tired and needed to catch a breath. His hand stayed in yours as he drove Nancy and Robin home. He stayed and held your hair back when you threw up in the toilet. And he stayed with you in his arms on your living room couch as you cried at the haunting memories until you fell asleep.

It felt like no one could put you back together, not even yourself, but Steve was the one holding onto you during those times, and he always stayed — even now.

He tossed out the trash bags into the dumpster, placing the donated ones in the trunk of his car to deal with tomorrow. Two vintage VHS tapes sat in the corner of the trunk, something he thought maybe you both could enjoy for the rest of the day.

“I found these.” He wiggled them in the air, locking the front door shut. “I was supposed to return them yesterday, but I’ll just do it when I get back to work on Monday.”

You strided over, swapping the tapes for his drink: Coke with a splash of triple sec. Inspecting the tapes, you moped, looking up at him.

“These are both rom-coms.” You grumbled, taking them towards the living room nonetheless, him following behind you.

Steve muttered out an ‘sorry’ before falling back onto the couch.

“They’re El’s. She gave them to me to return because she didn’t want to bike all the way there. But we don’t have to watch any of them. We can just sit and talk if you want?”

You snorted, setting them down near the player just in case you both decided to watch them later. “About how pathetic I am for still letting him get to me?”

“You’re not pathetic.” He sat the glass down on the coffee table, patting the cushion beside him.

“I feel like I should be over it by now.” You retorted, tossing yourself beside him, slumping into the cushions.

“It’s not that easy especially when you were in love with him.” Steve pointed out, trying to sway you to give yourself more grace.

“I want to believe that he loved me as much as I did him, but I think that would mean I’d be lying to myself.” You admitted, shaking your head at yourself and looking down at your lap while you twiddled with your fingers.

“You don’t think he loved you?” He sought, bringing his hand towards your knee, rubbing comforting circles around it.

You shook your head, scoffing towards yourself, “I don’t even think I know what it feels like to be loved by a man in that sense. I don’t think he saw me or felt that way for me.”

“Why do you think that?”

You shrugged, thinking back to the contents of the letter, the swooping words that had been engrained into your mind like a cursed image you would forever be stuck seeing every time you closed your eyes.

“Because he never showed it, really. That letter… she said that he’d bring her flowers to the office, leave her favorite coffee on her desk with a little note, bring her an extra sandwich when she forgot her lunch…”

You rolled your eyes weakly, cursing in your mind knowing you were the one who made those sandwiches every night and packed them up for him to take, only to give it to the girl he was cheating on you with.

“It’s those little things that I never got. Those small details of the effort he never gave to me.” You pinched your fingers together, half hating that you were revisiting these feelings again and more so loathing that you were dumping it all on Steve.

He gave you a comforting look, nodding for you to go on knowing you had so much to say, and he’d stay here all night until you got it all out of your system. You bit on your lip, shaking your head as you tried to gathering what you’d been feeling.

“The worst part is, I—I feel like I gave him all the best parts of me, and I don’t think I’ll ever love like that again.” You sounded disappointed in yourself, like you had given up on your fairytale happy ending that you always wanted.

Steve’s face twisted, eyebrows pulled together, and a heavy frown playing on his lips.

“Don’t say that.” He scolded tenderly, hating that you amounted yourself to that.

“It’s true,” You laughed so sure of yourself, “I don’t think I have it in me to expect someone to love me the way I really want them to.” You threw your hands into your lap, turning to look out the window.

Steve couldn’t let you live with that thought in your head any longer. He didn’t know when you starting believing that, but he’d be damned if he let you think that your happiness was over just because one guy did you bad. If he could and if you would let him, you would realize that happily ever after was right in front of you the whole time.

Breathe in, breathe through, breathe deep, breathe out.

“What if that someone already does?” Steve clutched your hands, pulling himself closer to you, knees knocking into each other.

Your eyes snapped back to his, staring at him puzzled by the sudden sanguine of his voice, “What?”

He squeezed your hand three times, taking a deep breath as he spoke it out loud once again — this time a little clearer in his phrasing, needing to get this right.

“What if there’s someone out there who doesn’t need to be taught how to love you because they already do?”

His voice was sure of himself, accompanied by a bit of nervousness that only you could decipher as him trying not to get tongue tied.

“What are you saying?” You looked between his eyes, searching for an answer yet only seeing a reflection of yourself clouding his irises.

“That I’m in love with you.” He blurted out without a moment's hesitation.

You stared at him motionless, not knowing if he meant it in the way you thought he did. For all you knew, he could have been referring to the friendship aspect of your relationship. You wanted to be in denial once more, knowing this couldn’t be what you thought it was.

“Steve…” you whispered, hand going slack against his, clearly taken aback.

He didn’t let you let him go, covering your intertwined hands with his free one. Your pulse was practically beating in his palms, the blood rushing through your body in a surge and your heart beating with a rapid thumpthumpthump. You could feel his hands shaking, his chest rising quicker with each second that passed with him trying to gather his words.

“I’m not just saying this. I mean it with everything inside of me.” He promised you, letting his hand release yours only to grip your wrist and bring them to his beating heart.

Despite it all — the nerves and everything that should have shut his body down — his heart stayed steady, beating in sync with yours. He gulped thickly, dropping your hands back to your lap as he stood and paced the small space between your coffee table and the couch.

“I—I’ve been in love with since I could remember you walking into Family Video and running into me and helping me pickup the tapes while you apologized profusely. I’ve known that I have loved you since forever, but I…I just couldn’t bring myself to tell you because I was terrified that you wouldn’t feel the same way.”

He halted in front of you, catching his breath hoping you were able to at least understand some of the contents of his ramble, not getting lost in it.

Your shoulders rose with a deep breath you took in. “Why didn’t just—”

“I tried! And I was going to!” He exclaimed swiftly, raking a hand through his hair and tugging in frustration towards himself, because he felt as if he could have prevented this — you getting hurt.

He slowly took his seat next to you, elbows resting on his knees as he focused his sights forward not knowing if he could bear to look into your eyes as he spilled the rest of what he had been keeping inside for so long.

“But after your first date with that idiot I wanted you to tell me that there was something wrong…that you didn’t like him at all. I was gonna swoop in and say that maybe I could make it up to you and finally take you out on a date, but I didn’t because turned out you actually liked him.”

Your heart stopped, chest rising and falling so slowly you thought you could faint. But how could you when Steve was still there confessing his undying love for you?

“I didn’t want to get in between the two of you because it wouldn’t be fair, no matter how much I feel inside for you. I didn’t want to rob you of what could’ve been between you and him.” He swallowed, hanging his head low.

You wished he had stolen your heart and never let it be tainted with the hands of someone who was only going to drop it and hurt you. You wished that he didn’t wait and had been so considerate to the other party, when in reality he was holding back because of you… because he wanted you to be happy even if it wasn’t with him.

“Y-you don’t understand how hard it’s been for me to watch you be treated like a second option, while I stand there and in my head you’ve always first. I…I don’t know why I waited so long to tell you. I’m sorry.” He said hoarsely, head lifting to glance at you where you faced him still reeling from it all.

“Don’t apologize, Steve.” You sighed, shaking your head and placing a soothing hand on his shoulder.

He wiggled under your palm, grunting to himself, “No I have to, because god, maybe I could’ve saved you from that piece of shit and what he did. If I would’ve just spoken up and told you that I’m in love with you sooner, things could have been different.”

Maybe he was right, that if he would have said something after that date, things wouldn’t have gotten this far. But perhaps it was fated, the way that it hurt so much at the time and how he thought he would have to spend his whole life getting over you knowing it was going to be impossible.

Break up, break free, break through, break down.

“Things can be different now.” You murmured, jaw trembling at the notion you just let out.

He sat up calmly, beaming into your eyes. “It can?”

You nodded assuringly, taking his hand, intertwining it with yours and giving it three squeezes knowing this was going to be a long road, but you were willing to take it with him.

“You know my number by heart. You come and water my plants when I’m staying late at work, and if I’m lucky, which most times I am, you leave me dinner in the fridge.” You told him, watching as a small smile spread across his face.

Steve did things that friends didn’t always usually do. He was the one who came over and changed your locks for you to save you the stress of not knowing when your ex would show up eventually and let himself in. He was the one who spent hours watching videos on how to do it himself, going back and forth from the hardware store to get everything he needed. He didn’t even let you help, shooing you off to lie in bed and get the rest you had been missing, all the while he made sure you were going to be okay.

He knew it wasn’t going to stop him from eventually coming back, but it was enough to at least give you a warning, something that you deserved after all of it.

“You know when I’m lying and instead of trying to pry me out of it you get me to talk about how I’m feeling.”

Steve was never accusatory when it came to you. He never wanted to shine the light on something you were trying to keep hidden in order to stop him from worrying about you — he knew you had the best of intentions. But he knew he should’ve been the least of your worries. He would stare at the ceiling with you, not saying too much or reading too deep into things, as he just wanted to help you let it all out — melancholy and all.

You took a deep breath, bringing your joined hands into your lap, shaking it mildly, “Y-you care about me so much so that you pick up every call before the second ring, and you…” pausing, you smiled up at him in awe, giving into the feelings and setting yourself free.

“You love me so much that you almost thought you lost the love of your life.”

Sitting eyes wide opened, Steve only had one thing stuck in his mind — you were the love of his life, the bullet that you never were, the thing that he didn’t dodge and even if you were, he’d let you pierce through his heart knowing at least it was you that got him at the end.

“W-what?” He buzzed, swinging his head, hoping he wasn’t reading you wrong.

“I’m falling in love with you, Steve.” You professed, eyes filled with sincerity and longing.

You pursed your lips, shaking your head at yourself, going on with your words.

“I don’t know why I didn’t realize it sooner, but I feel like I’ve loved you my whole life, and when I met him… a piece of me died because I wasn’t with who I was supposed to be with. Like I wasted all my love on him when you were right in front of me all along.”

It made perfect sense that every time you tried to search for something in his eyes you only saw yourself, not just in the reflection sense, but deeper than that. Past the irises and clouds of hazel, you could tell he was always looking at you, even in a room of faces that in his eyes were blurred into nothing when you were before him.

And like you, when Steve looked in your eyes he saw himself. The way that you would always find him in a crowd before anyone else. He was the first sight you wanted in your views and the last, if anything were to happen to you. Every time you met his, it felt like coming home, a sort of familiarity that even your apartment couldn’t sum up.

Steve shook his head at you, bringing his free hand up to your cheek.

“You didn’t waste all of it… I know you’ve got some left in you.”

You laughed lightly, leaning into his touch as you hummed. “For you, I do.”

“You can love again, let me show you that you can,” He promised, his voice never breaking, a vow that he was ready to make and destined to keep.

Like clockwork, his hands squeezed your three times, and you nodded, knowing he was with you on that road and he wasn’t going to leave you stranded. You could trust him… you always could.

His forefingers held your chin, your eyes fluttering shut, feeling his breath fan against your face.

Oh no, I’m falling in love again.

Your faces slotted into each other, leaning in closer and closer until you felt his lips on yours. Plush skin, brushing against your lips, moving gently together and there you were afraid that it wasn’t going to last… that this was too good to be true.

Oh no, I’m falling in love again

You felt the rise of the elevator, the takeoff on the runaway, the anticipation that settled in before you let it take you wherever it wanted. His hands cupped your cheeks, yours wrapping around his neck, the two of you not daring to leave each other just yet.

Oh, I’m falling in love

Your hearts were beating out of your chest’s, the thumps resounding in the air through your eardrums, letting it be the only thing you could hear. There was no crashing, no turbulence coming through to you — no need to brace yourself for an impact that wasn’t coming.

“I love you,” you whispered breathlessly against him, foreheads pressed together as you both opened your eyes and stared into each other.

“I knew you could.” He beamed, pulling you back to him as you giggled into another kiss that would be many of a lifetime.

You thought the plane was going down, but somehow Steve turned it right around — this time the love would last… just like that.

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[smashtbh]

okay so i have such a bad thing for dickheads / making dickheads break so can you do jason x dom top reader smut. plot doesn't really matter but if you could add a mirror and degradation to the smut part that would be preferred 💀😍

p.s i liked basically all your fics before i realized they were all the same person-

Shut Him Up

Jason Carver x M!reader | fem aligned + minors dni!

not my photos!

CW: swearing, jealous jason, jason being a dickhead, smut, reader has a dick, degradation, bathroom sex.

he/him pronouns are used to refer to the reader.

a/n: call him a lazy boy the way he recline on this dick also i havent proof read this so lmk if there are mistakes lolol

tbh i didnt know where to go w this so this might be booty

“Jason, baby,” Y/N tries to reason, but Jason cuts him off.

“Admit it, you were looking them up and down.”

Y/N face palms, keeping one of his hands on the steering wheel. “I was looking at their shoes.” He says anyway, “Then I looked back up to tell them that I thought they were nice.”

Jason lets out a dramatic sigh. “Thank you for reminding me!” He heaves a dry laugh, “You had the audacity to compliment their shoes.”

“Why would I look at anyone else when I have you, Jason?”

Jason crosses his arms. “You tell me.”

Y/N wants to steer the car off the road and down a cliff. Instead, he calmly turns into a gas station parking lot. “Do you want anything?”

“I want you to admit that you were checking them out.”

“Why would I admit to something I didn’t do?” Y/N asks, opening his door and grabbing the keys. He closes the door and doesn’t look back.

He takes a couple steps before he hears the passenger door open and close.

When Y/N walks into the gas station, he makes a beeline to the drinks. He grabs a twelve pack and a big bottle of water. He’s turning to the snack section when Jason blocks him.

“Baby,”

“Don’t try to sweet talk me, L/N.”

Y/N scoffs. “Oh, so we’re using last names now?”

“Whatever.”

There’s a sigh coming from Y/N. He moves around Jason and goes to the chips. Browsing through them, he sees Jason following beside him in his peripheral vision.

“I don’t understand why you can’t just admit it.” Jason mutters and Y/N grips the items in his hand tighter.

“I thought you dropped this already.”

“Just fucking admit that you check out other people, my god.” Jason throws the bag of chips that he was looking at in the shelf, “Not that fucking hard.”

Y/N grabs Jason’s arm. “You are acting like a fucking child.”

Jason tries to pry himself out of Y/N’s hold, “Yeah, okay.” He raises his voice, “Because I’m a little fuckin’ baby that can’t help himself — “

Y/N slaps his hand over Jason’s mouth. “Shut. The fuck. Up.”

“Make me.” Is the mumble that Jason lets out.

Y/N pauses for a bit. He sets down the things he was holding carefully on the shelf as he loosens his grip on Jason. “Yeah?”

Jason doesn’t get to say anything because Y/N is dragging him out of the gas station by his collar.

“What — where are we — “ He thinks they’re going back to the car, but Y/N takes a turn towards the gas station’s bathroom.

Y/N pulls the door open, shoving Jason inside. He slams the door behind them. “You want me to make you shut up?”

“Who the fuck do you think — “

“Jason,” Y/N cages him against the sink, resting his hands on either side of it, “if you don’t shut the fuck up, I’m going to make you.”

Jason doesn’t falter as he leans against the sink. “I dare you.”

Y/N’s last bit of patience was stripped away at that moment. And so was his belt. “Pull your pants down.”

There’s a clink and Jason’s bare ass in within reach. “What makes you think this is going to shut me up — “

Y/N covers his mouth with his hand and slips two fingers onto his tongue, “Open up.”

Jason’s mouth pries wider, his saliva coating Y/N’s fingers. He pushes Jason against the sink, watching him in the mirror above it.

There’s a gargling noise and an occasional gag while he shoves his fingers in and out of Jason’s mouth. Once he’s decided there’s enough spit coating his hand, he brings it down and uses his other hand to palm at Jason’s ass.

“You’re just fuckin’ begging for it, aren’t you?” Y/N whispers in his ear, “You needed this so bad that you made a scene.”

“N-No.” Is the response he gets. “I don’t need you.”

Y/N laughs at that. “Oh really?” He thrusts his fingers to the knuckle, “You don’t need this?”

Jason moans, holding himself up on the stink. He’s twitching at the burn as Y/N pumps his fingers in and out. “Mmm — shit.”

“Tell me, baby.” Y/N licks the side of Jason’s neck, “Tell me how good it feels.”

They’re both breathing heavily, but Jason is heaving in air. He lifts his head up in hopes to get better oxygen flow and he meets his reflection in the mirror.

He doesn’t recognize who he’s looking at.

His hair is a mess, there’s a trail of spit spilling from his mouth, and his clothes are rumpled — sporting a bulge in the front of his pants.

“Oh fuck..” Jason mumbles. He’s done for.

Y/N breathes down his neck, “Aw, baby.” He holds his dick, coating it with the spit that was still on his hand. He slaps Jason’s ass with the tip. “You want this?”

Jason shakes his head and grips the sink. “I — “

Y/N grabs his chin and whispers in his ear. “Beg.”

There’s silence, only the sounds from outside are heard. So Y/N unzips the front of Jason’s pants, pulling his dick out.

“Please..”

Y/N grabs a handful of Jason’s ass, before ripping his hand back and slapping down. “What was that?”

“Mphh — please. Pleasepleaseplease..”

“That wasn’t so hard,” Y/N says rather calmly as he slowly pushes in. “Sometimes I wish you wouldn’t be so — ah, difficult.”

Jason whines. “I’m — ‘m not difficult.”

Y/N laughs, pushing in more as he leans down to whisper in Jason’s ear. “Oh, but you are.” He licks the shell of his ear, “My little slut.”

Jason clenches around him and Y/N thrusts into him, making Jason yell. “Ahh.. fuckfuck — “

Y/N continues to pound into him, the sink rattling with his efforts. Jason lets out little yelps whenever Y/N hits the spot in him that’s just right — but he doesn’t realize just how loud he’s being until there’s a bang on the door.

“Are you shitting in there?” The stranger on the other side calls out.

Y/N thrusts one more time causing Jason to moan — but he covers his mouth, muffling it. “Shhh..” He says to Jason’s reflection in the mirror.

The door knob begins to rattle and the voice starts to speak again, “Helloooo? Earth to bathroom hogger!”

Y/N reacts quickly, “Can a guy get some privacy around here?”

“L/N? Is that you?” Y/N realizes that it’s Dustin at the door.

Of all the goddamn people.

“Uh — yeah..” Y/N turns back to Jason, who’s mouth is open is disbelief.

“Open the fucking door, I gotta pee.” Dustin says as he begins to bang on the door again.

Y/N makes sure the door is locked before yelling out, “I’m shitting, Henderson. Find some other bathroom.”

Dustin groans, “I’m on a road trip with the guys, this is our only bathroom stop!”

“I don’t care.” Y/N yells back, turning his full attention back to Jason.

He waits a bit, hearing Dustin walk away, before surprising Jason with a hard thrust. “Oohh my god.”

“Hope you weren’t too bored.” Y/N laughs, combing a hand through Jason’s hair.

“Doing j-just fine.”

“If you can still talk I’m not doing this right.” Y/N says before using his hand in Jason’s hair to yank him up.

“Watch yourself, sweetie.” He mutters as he fucks into Jason. “Look at what a slut you are.”

Jason whimpers and tries to hold himself up with the sink, but soon he’s pulled back and his only support is Y/N as he watches himself get plowed in the mirror.

“Yeah, that’s it.” Y/N grunts. “Fuck, you take it so well.”

He only gets a whine in response. He uses his hand to carefully choke Jason, not applying too much pressure. “Good?”

There’s a choked sound, but when he looks in the mirror and watches Jason’s reflection, he gets the answer he needed.

Jason’s eyes are rolled back, his mouth hanging open with soft moans trickling out of it, and he’s crying as he blinks rapidly.

“I’m — coming..”

“So soon?” Y/N smacks Jason’s ass, “Is it because someone almost walked in on us?” He grips Jason’s throat tighter. “You like that, don’t you?”

With that, Jason comes. Hard.

He ends up coming all over the mirror. Y/N doesn’t have time to react when Jason clenches down around him and he follows suit.

“Holy shit.” Y/N pants, moving to grab a tissue to wipe his face. He grabs another and hands it to Jason.

They’re just breathing, Jason twitching occasionally at Y/N still being inside him.

“We should do this more often.” Jason mumbles.

Y/N grimaces at the mirror. “Hell no, this is gross.” He looks around them, “Did I really just fuck the shit outta you in the damn gas station bathroom?”

“Definitely.”

Y/N reaches his arms around Jason and starts to wash his hands. Jason’s hands soon join him.

They wash each other’s palms in calm silence, Jason leaning back into Y/N and cuddling his face into his neck.

It’s peaceful until gravely footsteps and another knock throws them off. “Y/N I swear to god I’m gonna piss myself out here!”

“Dustin, you have a penis, piss in a fuckin’ bush.”

“Damn right, Henderson — “ Y/N slams his hand over Jason’s mouth.

“Is someone else in there with you?!” Dustin screams, the banging at the door becoming louder.

“Jason, no.”

“Jason, yes.”

“JASON’S IN THERE?!”

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[goingmerryfics]

Hello!! I recently found your blog and I love it!! ❤️

I was wondering if I could request something!

Kid, Mihawk and Law with a partner who’s into gothic clothing. uwu

Gothic style S/O w/ Kid, Mihawk & Law

Content: Gender Neutral reader, SFW!

Notes* Glad to have you! Thanks for the request :) Out of anyone, I think these three would be the most accepting/understanding of someone with this style and even indulge in it a bit themselves so I tried to make this a little more personal to each character. That being said, I feel like they turned out a little shorter than normal, but I hope you still enjoy it!

Kid

He wouldn’t even bat an eye if this was a regular thing to be dressed in gothic style. It’s pretty common around the crew, and even if it wasn’t, Kid appreciates the aesthetic of the style

He also just doesn’t give a shit what you wear as long as you can do your job

Looking good while doing it is also a plus

For that reason, he would help you out with your makeup for sure. Not that he has much experience with it in the first place, but he just likes any excuse to look at your lips

On the other hand, if your weren’t introduced to him in black and chains, he wouldn’t recognize you if you just up and changed your wardrobe

You walk out of your room in your new style, the one you’ve been wanting to try for years and never had the bravery to out of fear of judgement

But after joining the Kid Pirates, it didn’t feel so scary to go outside of the world’s expectations

“Who the fuck are you!? How’d you get on my ship!?”

After managing to convince him not to just throw you overboard, he does the unthinkable

“Oh. You look good. Better than that boring shit you used to wear.”

He compliments you

Kid will pick at your outfits and give unsolicited advice on how to coordinate or style your clothing

He isn’t one for making jewelry, but he might try if you can’t find anything that would match your clothes

Mihawk

No comment from him. You’d have to outright ask him what he thought, and even then it would be a short answer

“Yes, it’s a good look on you.”

He isn’t actually looking at you when he answers, but it’s genuine

You’d find him staring at you quite often, though

He enjoys the style on you, especially since his style is very close/similar to gothic

He respects your backbone for sticking to what makes you happy, and he’ll encourage you to stick up for yourself if anyone has anything to say about your look

Honestly, he’s seen people look and dress a lot worse, so he doesn’t see why anyone should be making unnecessary comments

Despite being a man of few words, he would still compliment your outfits every time

He, having a eye for the fashion, would also help you coordinate and mix up your clothing items and accessories to freshen up the looks

“That won’t do. We need to get you some earrings that will match this.”

It’s such a sweet way to spend the time that you two have together

Law

Law gets whiplash at first

His emo phase is coming back to him all at once and he’s cringing internally

But despite his own emotional setbacks, he is happy if you feel comfortable dressing this way

He’s very level-headed, so there’s not going to be a very big reaction out of him right away

His perception of you hasn’t changed, and it won’t anytime soon

“Express yourself however you like, just make sure you don’t alter the uniform too much.”

He’ll warn you that the crew might ask some dumbass questions or make rude comments

He also will ask you some questions, very carefully, not wanting to sound ignorant

He would come to your aid if you needed support, especially within his own crew

If you’re the type to wear a lot of make-up, he’ll be on your ass about cleaning your face every night 

He’d even help you do a skin care routine to make sure you were taking care of yourself!

If you bother him enough, he’ll start to do it with you, too

Gets you stuff that remind him of you, things he believes may align with your style

All in all, he’s pretty indifferent to the style, and may even be open to dipping back into it a little bit

He looks great in eyeliner, but damn it he keeps smudging it

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[mousydentist]

February 9th T-5 Days

“Oh, sorry, I didn’t realize anyone else came here.” Chay looks up from his phone to the door of the music room where a boy is peeking his head in. Kim, Chay thinks his name is. They sat together on the first day of classes, and Kim asked to borrow a pen. 

“No worries, you can come in, if you want. It’s just me.”

Kim hesitates for a second before grinning. “Thanks. You’re Chay, right? We have calculus together.”

Chay groans. “Please don’t remind me of that torture disguised as education.”

Kim laughs, sitting next to him and pulling a lunch box out of his bag. “So I’m not the only one who thinks that?”

“Nope,” Chay confirms. “And I bet you’re also thinking about how it’s taught by an old geezer with a stick up his ass, which I have to agree with.”

Kim almost chokes on his food, looking at Chay with a mixture of confusion and amusement. “I’m not sure I would’ve put it that way, but you’re not wrong.”

Chay laughs. “Do you come here a lot, by the way? I come here almost every day, but we’ve never crossed paths.”

Kim nods, swallowing a bite of food before speaking. “I do too, but I usually have student council meetings during this block.”

"Student council?"

"I'm the president."

Chay whistles, impressed. He probably should've known that, but he doesn't care much about class events.

"Cool," he says, then tilts his head. “Do you play?” he asks, gesturing at the decorative little guitar pick dangling from Kim’s necklace.

“Yeah, I do, actually. You too?” Chay nods. 

“Do you have one of your own?” Chay asks, and he sees Kim’s eyes light up.

“I do. I don’t mean to brag, but,” he says, leaning in as he pulls out his phone to show Chay a picture.

After that, the flood gates open. They talk for hours. Not hours. They talk for the whole lunch break, but it feels like hours. Chay’s never had a better first impression of someone. Whenever he meets new people, even when he first met Ohm, he tends to be very polite, smiling kindly and being slightly reserved. But today? He feels like he can’t stop talking, and Kim returns his enthusiasm in kind. It’s like they’ve been good friends for years, rather than strangers until thirty minutes ago. He's surprised how nice it is to hang out with Kim, but maybe that's his own biases about The Popular Kids creeping in.

Their interests seem perfectly aligned, and they don’t run out of things to talk about the whole time. Chay wants to invite Kim over so he can show him the guitar Porsche got him for Christmas, and they can play together. It’s very weird, since Chay’s never wanted to bring anyone over, let alone someone he just met. It’s not even that he thinks Kim would decline, Kim seems just as thrilled as he is to be sharing these kinds of conversations.

To be honest, he feels a little special to see a side of the boy he doesn’t show to just anyone. Well, at least, he’s never shown it to Chay before... He feels a little less special after that thought. This is probably how Kim is with all his friends, and since Chay’s never had a proper conversation with him before, it would make sense that he’s never seen it.

They talk all the way up until the bell rings, letting them know they have five minutes to get to their next class, which, conveniently, is one they share. Chay stands and cracks his back, stiff from how he was leaning back on his arms. Kim waits for him to grab his bag before they start walking together.

“Valentine’s Day is coming up,” Kim says, holding the door open for Chay. “Have anyone special you’re gonna buy chocolates for?”

Chay chuckles a little. “Not me. I’m too busy trying to graduate.”

Kim nods his head, looking forward as they walk through the halls.

Chay bites his cheek. It’s the first awkward silence since they started talking, and he doesn’t like it at all.

“What about you?” Chay asks to get the conversation flowing again.

Kim just shrugs.

Having no idea what to do with that, Chay keeps his mouth shut. 

When they enter the classroom, Chay walks slowly, not sure if he’s supposed to sit in his usual seat or follow Kim. When Kim sits down and doesn’t acknowledge Chay, he takes it as a sign and almost starts to walk past Kim to his seat down the aisle, but he pauses, bites his lip, working up the nerve. 

Finally, he turns back to Kim and holds out his phone.

“Can I get your number?” Chay says, which immediately sounds more forward than he was hoping for. But Kim just blinks at him, then chuckles and hands over his own phone. Chay quickly types his number in, and when he gets his phone back there’s a new contact: kim :)

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[zedrine]

hi, it's the anon who first requested that sunny reverse comfort! .. i have come back again..!!!!

can i request for a sunny from omori x reader doing pocky game (established relationship!!)

can be post game if you'd like! thank youuu <3

Z.2 — pocky game w/ sunny >:D

PAIRINGS : SUNNY x Reader

WARNINGS : none!! :D

DESC : mentioned at the top! <3

NOTES : ENDJGJENSBCBFKE HI AGAINNNN

You popped into the room, jolly as you held a Pocky box behind your back, “Suuunnnn?~”

He sighed — “Yes?” — he shot up a glare at you, frowning, he was busy writing down his essay for school.

“Can we.. play a game, please?” You softly grinned, hoping he’d get off that paper he’s been working on for, I don’t know, maybe two hours?

Sighing once more, SUNNY responded, with frustration, “Fine.”

“Oh–” you didn’t quite think he’d agree so quickly.

Both of you then sat on the couch as you revealed the Pocky box — “Oh, God,” he rolled his eyes, “Kel, right?”

You smirked as if you were a Kel dupe, “Yes, he told me to do it with you,” you nudged his shoulder jokingly as you opened the box, then the packaging, “he told me you’d enjoy the game!”

“I don’t like that [favorite flavor] one,” he blandly stated, quite cruel and direct if you asked me. “Oh, hush!” You took a Pocky stick out; you would get the flavor part and he the bread.

“So…?” he looked at you, begging for instructions of the game with his eyes.

“Okay, so—” that’s a lot of so’s, “—both of us have to slowly bite our way through the Pocky, but, whoever accidentally bites the Pocky off or gets to the middle first, loses.”

“What if we kiss?” he asked; you stayed silent.

You tried your best to suppress a smirk, grin, smile. How could one be so naïve?

“Anyway,” you said — a chuckle let out — as you pointed the Pocky between your mouth and his, again, you had the flavor part, “good game.”

The game started; both of you started nibbling on the Pocky, you looked up at him, but he only looked at his distance in the Pocky.

Then, it broke!

“Dang it– YOU did that!” You pointed at SUNNY, who stared blankly at you, “No,” he mumbled.

“Ugh,” you rolled your eyes, “whatever.” You took another Pocky stick, this time, cruelly and tauntingly, he had the flavor; “You must hate me, don’t you?”

“Hush,” you aligned the stick again, then the game began again. Nibble, nibble, both of you were close to the middle, then–

In just a mere moment, the stick disappeared — you were kissing him!

The kiss, surprisingly (as you thought he’d pull away immediately), lasted for long… long… and long…

“Pweh!” he exclaimed — ouch — as you retorted, “Uhm, excuse me??” Offended you were, how could he say that, to your perfectly lip-glossed lips? :(

“Sorry, sorry,” he wiped his lips, “the Pocky flavor—” but only because his saliva slightly dripped out from his cough, “—I don’t like it, I told you.”

You sighed; well, at least he was honest, “Yeah, whatever.”

You took another Pocky stick; he had the bread part.

Game started, nibbling, the room was quiet. Cold.

But, as an apology, he nibbled quite faster, so he got to the middle first to lose, willingly — “Haha!” you chortled triumphly; he smiled, a rare sight, but you failed to notice.

“I’m good at this game~!” You proudly reveled, reaching down for another stick, but, just then, his hand held yours (the hand you’re using to get the sticks, by the way.)

“Hm?–”

You looked up, but then he leaned in, much further than he planned to; kiss count, number two.

But this time, it was shorter, yet more passionate that the previous one — heartfelt, or maybe it was because he was the one who initiated it?

Nevertheless, he felt, quite strange too. Dear Sister, please help… he prayed in his head, help, help help!!!!

Blood came rushing to your cheeks — mostly his, though, he kept his head down — “Sunn?”

He breathed shallowly, Crap, he thought, “Y-Yeah?”

He kept his head down, his dandruff was showing — no, no, just kidding — embarrassed by what he’d done. You were still in shock from the sudden kiss, that you accidentally stayed silent.

“S-Sorry,” again, he apologized, thinking he caused the tension in the air. (Man, I just wanna hug him so badly)

You exhaled through your nose in relief, “Heyy,” you lifted up his chin, but he averted eye contact, “it’s okay, I’m sorry…”

You cupped his cheeks, then gave him quick, big pecks everywhere on his face, to his dismay, he kept yelling; “Stop!–” mwah, “–you taste like–” mwah, “[the flavor of the Pocky]!!” mwah.

You then stopped the kissing, pouting, “Oh, so you don’t like my kisses?” still cupping his cheeks as you stared right into his soul.

“No, no, I didn’t mean that…” He murmured, leaning into your palms, and caressing the back of them. Still avoiding looking in your eyes, though, even after all those verbs.

Softly, you kissed his forehead, “I love you too~”

He responded to that, but only I knew — “I love you more,” he whispered, or mouthed, but you didn’t hear.

JANXBDJAKSJDRNNDD im soooo sorry if this is so sloppy SNXNFNDND ITS LIKE 11PM HERE ND I AHVE SCJOOL TOMORROW😭😭😭 i RLLY RRLYYY hope u like this one☹️💔

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[bagopucks]

N. Hischier - Soulmates ‘N All That

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Nico Hischier x Fem!reader

Word Count: 2.8k

Warning(s): None? The word ‘sex’ once?

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I thought you into my life, woah

Look at my mind, yeah

My feet are aching. I’ve been pacing the floor in my one room apartment for too long. I made this job happen. Photography. For a hockey team. What if I wasn’t any good? What if they decided I was horrible?

They looked at my portfolio, but those were mostly still shots. I had to take moving pictures of these players. I could do it. I had a million pictures of moving objects, but what if I just- what if my skill flew right out the window when it came time to work?

No better place or a time

Look how they align

The team was wonderful from day one. I grew close with Dougie Hamilton fairly quickly. I preferred to call him Dougie Ham. Or DH. He was often around to play jokes on me or ask questions about my camera. He helped the guys warm up to my constant presence.

My career so far has been nothing but amazing. I realized after a few months, that I may have worried myself too much and put too much pressure on myself. Getting photos was incredibly easy. Choosing the best ones was the hard part. And making sure I had equal content of the team. The Captain was alway slipping out of my shots and escaping rooms when I entered. I just assumed he was camera shy.

Universe must have my back

Practices were my favorites. The guys would occasionally stop for photos when I asked, and when they had water breaks. After most, when they were dismissed, I would step onto the ice and snatch a few for some closeup action shots. Still never Nico. It frustrated me.

I did manage a good picture of him once.. the photo that started it all.

Fell from the sky into my lap

I sat patiently on the bench while coaches shouted and instructed the guys around the ice. They were trying new drills, and new line combinations. Everything was going swimmingly, until I heard one of the coaches pipe up.

“Jesper! Get Hischier off the ice.” There was amusement in his tone, and I turned my camera down to the opposite end of the ice to see Lindy holding a skate blade while Jesper helped get Nico over to the bench. I giggled and took a few photos.

I’d be lying if I said I didn’t find Nico attractive, but I never got close enough to his face to know if he was as pretty as the internet said.

“Good job, bud.” Jesper taunted, reaching over the bench door to unlock and open it. He let Nico off the ice first, and the captain gently pushed him for the teasing.

Jesper stumbled on the ice as his skates slipped out from beneath him. I laughed softly and took a few photos as he grabbed the bench wall to steady himself.

“Damnit, Nico.” He snapped, though it was heartfelt frustration. Jesper stepped up onto the bench and gave his captain a bit harsher of a shove. Usually nothing to bat an eye at, but Nico didn’t have a skate blade on one foot, and I was directly behind him.

He tried to catch his weight on his messed up skate, and before I knew it, I was pulling my camera off my neck and raising my arms to keep it out of his collision course. Instead he landed on my thighs.

“Oh shit- oh dude.” Jesper was scrambling for an apology as mine and Nico’s faces went red. I had no words.. but everything was awkward now. Fix it.

I slowly lowered my camera, my heart fluttering as Nico let out an anxious giggle and forced a thick accented, ‘sorry’ from his lips. I shrugged, pointed the camera at his face, and snapped a few photos.

“If you’d stop running from me, people wouldn’t have to shove you in my direction.” I hinted passively. His cheeks turned as red as his jersey.

“Get up, you’re crushing me.”

And I know you know that you're my soulmate and all that

Nico and I began going on dates after that. By the third week we called it official. During the off season he took me to Switzerland to meet his family. During the holidays we celebrated, sometimes together, sometimes with his team. I was there for any award ceremony or charity event. Even the ones I didn’t have to attend.

We got an apartment together after the first year. The second year we started considering what a future might look like.

“Nico, it’s just a storm. The balcony won’t blow off.” I tried to pry my lover from the window of our apartment, my arms wrapped around his back while he stood there with his hands on his hips. He wasn’t afraid of storms, it was the aftermath that made him nervous. His hometown always experienced floods and landslides after heavy rainfalls like the one New Jersey was experiencing now. He must have never grown out of that fear that something may happen.

“Just a little while longer.. just let me look a little longer,” Nico whispered as I shook my head from behind him. He’d torture his mind all night by that window if I kept giving in to him saying his version of ‘five more minutes.’

“Come have a snack with me.” I pressed a kiss to Nico’s back. “My mom left fudge in the fridge before she left.” I pulled away, my hands sliding from his stomach to his hips before I turned to walk away.

I just entered the threshold of the kitchen when I heard Nico’s heavy steps following behind me. “Fudge?”

I giggled, shaking my head. I opened the fridge and pulled the small Tupperware container out, kicking the door shut before I hopped up onto the counter. I watched Nico approach with curious eyes, brow raised as he reached out to pull the lid off the container. Always in a rush to get to the sweets.

I smacked his hand away, holding the container out of reach. “You can have some, but you have to promise me no more looking out the window.” Nico’s lips pursed as his head tilted to the side, silently and sarcastically asking me if I was serious.

“You haven’t relaxed all night, baby. It’s a storm. Not a hurricane.”

“Fine. I’ll shut the blinds before we go to bed.”

“Absolutely not. You’ll go to bed, and I’ll shut the blinds.” I held my free hand out to him. “Shake on it.” I insisted. Nico’s eyes flickered between my own and my hand before he let out a dramatic sigh, smiling and shaking my hand.

“verlass mich nie,” he whispered as he leaned his side against the counter, his smile widening when I handed him a piece of fudge. Never leave me.

“I don’t know what you said,” I whispered, matching his dreamy tone with a sarcastic one in my own voice.

My whole life got me ready for you, ooh

Nico proposed to me a month later, and we prepped for our wedding for a year. We were coming up on five months from the set date. I showed my ring off to everybody. He showed the video off to his team.

“Do you have a house yet?” My mother asked me as we sifted through dresses at a bridal shop.

“No. Nico and I plan to spend one more year in our apartment after we’re married.” My mother looked perplexed, and I could understand why. We’d have all of this new stuff from gifts people gave us, and no place to put it all.

“Why?”

“Because the team is really good this year. Nico doesn’t want me moving into some new house all alone if he’s in the playoffs.” I completely agreed with Nico. When we got a house, I wanted to move in with him. We hadn’t necessarily agreed to a year, but that was the longest we were willing to wait before buying a home, so it’s what we told everybody.

“What about this one?” My mom pulled a dress out. My heart was set on it the second I tried it on.

Got me happy, happy

I'ma be happy, happy, yeah

“Nico.. I love you. I have every second of every day, since the day you fell into me,” I whispered my vows over and over under my breath as I looked in the mirror. The wedding didn’t have to be perfect. Everything could be on fire and complete chaos around me. As long as my vows were spotless, I would be content.

The week before the wedding, Nico had kicked me out of our apartment for a few hours, telling me to go shopping or ask one of the wags out for dinner. He wouldn’t tell me why at first, but after much questioning, he informed me that he had to record his vows. Not everybody in his family spoke English, so he told me he had to record it in the language they would understand. I reasoned that I wouldn’t know a word he spoke anyway, but he insisted that if I still heard his vows, it wouldn’t feel right when he spoke them again at the altar.

This was the same guy who always tried to sneak a peek at my notebook full of ideas for my own vows. I had to make him promise not to look at the notebook two days into his mischief.

“I hope he’s going to be happy with them.” I picked up the skirt of my dress to walk across the room I got ready in, staring myself down in the full length mirror.

“Sweetie..” my best friend smiled. “He’s never disliked a single thing you’ve ever done.”

Won't get no crying from me, yeah

Gonna be happy, happy

I walked down the isle, my hands shaking and my eyes already tearing up at the sight of my fiancé. I had no regrets. I will never have regrets when it comes to Nico. This was the man I wanted to spend my life with.

“…And I understand, you’ve prepared your own vows?” The priest questioned, looking between us. I nodded, my eyes searching Nico’s face as a silent question. Who was going first.

“You.. you go.” I could tell he was nervous as he spoke, but I’d argue I was more worried than he was. He encouraged me with a smile.

“Okay..” I breathed out a sigh. I loved him. Every word would roll off my tongue the way it was supposed to whether it happened like I rehearsed or not.

“Nico… I love you. I have every second of every day, since the day you fell into me. In the next few minutes, a new commitment is going to be made. I’ve made many in my life, and you’ve made your own. I’ve been known to abandon my commitments. There are some things I simply can’t stick with. But every commitment I’ve ever made with you, I have seen through. You have stood by me through my hardest days and my coldest nights. Fights I’ve instigated, and tears I’ve cried. We have shared our everything. Clothes, songs, foods and movies. A home. Now we share our lives. Our entire beings, with one another. You are the foundation I stand on, and the anchor that holds me to the ground when I fear I might fly away. I hope I have been the same for you. And I hope I can keep being the same.. for the rest of eternity.” Tears stung my eyes. I could see Nico fighting to keep his own from going glassy. “Ich liebe dich.”

Surprise flashed in Nico’s eyes. I hadn’t told him I was practicing any German for this. And despite it being a short sentence, it was one I knew he wished I would reply to in his first language at least once.

“Sir?” The priest interrupted our silence. Nico nodded, pulling his hands away from my own to grab a few notecards from his back pocket.

“I hope you don’t mind I wrote them down? I was.. I was afraid I might forget a word.” Nico searched for a sign of disapproval in my features. His nervousness only made me giggle and shake my head.

“You’re fine.. I’ll still love you.. notecards or not.” It was his turn to chuckle, stepping a bit closer to me as I reached out to rest my hands on his forearms. Nico drew in a shaky breath, tears already forming in his eyes again. “Take your time, baby.” I whispered, my heart swelling. Nico was only an emotional man in front of certain people. But even on his wedding day, he couldn’t hold his usual facade.

“I used to avoid you.. when you came to work for the Devils. When I first saw you I thought you were.. just the prettiest girl I’d ever seen. You made me nervous.. your camera made me nervous.” Nico smiled, glancing up at me. “I used to think that if you took too many pictures you might see too many imperfections. Instead I stand here now, knowing that you’ve seen me at my worst and my best. When my hair has been too long,” this earns a few giggled laughs from our guests. “And when it’s been too short.” This time it’s Jack who laughs. The exact person who is to blame for Nico’s hair being ‘too short’ at one point. “You have always opened every door to me in a time of need. Especially the bathroom door when you’re doing your skincare stuff.” I laughed softly.

Taking my makeup off at the end of the day took enough time in and of itself, but then my skincare routine added to that amount. I usually left the door closed for a bit of privacy and space, but there was the occasional times when Nico would start knocking on the door begging to be let in because he had to go to the bathroom.

“But the doors I am most grateful for being opened, have been the ones in your mind, and your heart. You allowed me to love you.. and you trusted me with every piece of yourself. You’ve given me a chance to prove my worth, and to love something more than anything else I have. I would build castles for you, and tear down any wall in your way just to see you smile. We may grow old together, but we will never grow apart. I will love you until my heart no longer beats, and my body is six feet under. And after that, whatever may be in that distant afterlife, I will love you again, and again, and again.” Nico sniffled, by now I had tears running down my cheeks.

“du bist mein Seelenverwandter,” Nico finished with words I did not recognize, but he translated for me, without putting up his usual cheeky fight. “You are my soulmate.”

After the ‘I do’s’ were exchanged, and rings were put on fingers, Nico and I shared our first kiss as a married couple. Neither of us could rightfully express the feelings in our hearts, but we knew we’d simply squeeze the life out of one another if we hugged. It was that ‘it’s so fluffy I’m gonna die’ kind of feeling. A soulful, vast, and intense kind of love.

Imma be happy, happy

“Lord, Nic.” I giggled as we sat at a table near the front of the reception hall. We were the center of attention, but it didn’t feel like it. My bridal party and his groomsmen were off doing their own thing, and the rest of our friends and families were all conversing over food. Which was what Nico and I had been doing, until he got up to grab a plate full of my mother’s fudge.

“If you get sick tonight, we can’t have sex.” I informed him, reaching out to gently squeeze his leg. “Slow down.” Nico gave me a cautious look before resting his hand atop my own. His fingers found my engagement ring and my wedding band.

“When you said, ‘I love you’ today…” Nico’s brow furrowed in thought.

“I learned it for you. I wanted to do more, but my schedule was too busy for classes.” I smiled at him, his eyes finding my own.

“I’m content if ‘I love you’ is all you ever know.” Nico flashed me a bright smile. “Now please eat this fudge with me.. I did get too much, and I really don’t want it to go to waste.”

I laughed and shook my head at him. “Nic, I’m in a white dress. Go give it to Jack and the kids.” I nodded toward the middle Hughes brother, seated at a table full of kids and entertaining them with paper footballs.

“I won’t be gone long,” Nico promised, quickly standing up and grabbing the small dish. He pressed a kiss to my head before going to sugar up the children.

Imma be happy, happy

I leaned back in my seat, smiling as I observed the jovial atmosphere around myself. I looked back down at my ring, shaking my head in disbelief. Committing to Nico was single-handedly the best decision I’ve ever made. I will never make a better one.

✩ ✩ ✩ ✩ ✩ ✩ ✩ ✩ ✩ ✩ ✩ ✩ ✩ ✩ ✩

#nhl imagine #nhl x reader #nico hischier #nico hischier x reader #nico hischier imagines #nico hischier imagine #new jersey devils

[pleasehelpmeimfying]

For the one I love most.

[FTM!Scaramouche x Male reader.]

{ FIRST TIME EVER WRITING SMT LIKE THIS. Smut with plot!! MINORS AND FEM ALIGNED PLEASE DNI.} { Warnings: FTMsub!bottom!scaramocuhe/wanderer, non-protective intercourse, oral (scaraussy receiving), top!male!READER, slight fem language, vagina sex, mating press, semi public (?) and much much more :3. }

Scaramouche in the early stages of your relationship was.. was something unique in its own way. He was either clinging onto you like a lost puppy, refusing to leave your side. That unbearable gnawing feeling of fear of being abandoned once more by someone he truly adores inflicting his hallow brain.. That Or he’s just throwing insults at you like you’re some kind of peasant. All in an attempt to find comfort in his own fears and anxiety.

So of course your guy’s sex life was extremely slow. Ironically he was a virgin, never having a thought of touching himself or anything in that manner. But hey that’s Fine! It’s not like you were rushing anything. You understood where the poor puppet was coming from. So being the absolute W partner that you were you waited for scaramouche to come around in that field. You knew that he was trans and frankly that really didn’t stop you from having certain thoughts of him.

So as months went, yalls trust and bond grew. Scaramouche slowly became aware of his growing needs for you… And he absolutely despised it. Whenever you touched his body he felt odd. That weird sensation and faint heartbeats down there was uncomfortable. He wanted to get rid of it but he actually didn’t know if he was actually tweaking out or feeling those dammed emotions. So he went on a silly lil quest to find out what in the holy hell was happing to him!! <3

Let’s skip to where this beautiful man is standing on a near edge of a cliff, looking at the glorious landscape before him. The sunset is at its brightest, the crisp cool air brushes against his small figure. Oh how beautiful the light bounces off his indigo eyes.. in this moment freedom gave his empty heart an overwhelming feeling of warmth. Then, he hears familiar footsteps. It was yours.. your voice faintly calling out his name as you walk just a tad bit closer.

Soon enough you managed to wrap your arms around his waist. Pulling his back close to your chest. There wasn’t much of a height difference between the two of you! Your lover becomes somewhat stiff, slowly but surely becoming more comfortable in the position you placed him in. You hear a scoff as you see how he crosses his arms in a false annoyance. “ <Y/N>, haven’t I told you to not grab me without permission? Whats the use for that insignificante brain of yours when you clearly can’t use it properly ?” All bark no bite. Typical scaramouche.. you leaned in, whispering a half - assed ‘sorry’ to your lover boy and he could only roll his eyes in disbelief. You began to rub your thumbs on his lower abdomen area and he feels that strange sensation again.

He felt odd. A good kind of odd.. your lover let out a soft gasp as you kept massaging him ever so gently. Course’ you stopped the moment you heard it. Why wouldn’t you?? It was like a little awaking for you. (And scaracoochie too Dw Dw) that faint crimson tint graced Scaramouche’s face and dear seven it was priceless. So you bit your lip as you waited for scaramouche to make a move. You didn’t want to rush into this and (possibly) make your lover feel.. a certain type of way. So you waited. Scaramouche kept feeling sensations down there.. wanting to explore it but he held back. Scared that he was going to fuck up again, he started to overthink this situation. Thinking about how you stopped and trying to piece together a reason why you did. All of his thoughts were halted when you spoke. And you best believe he was LISTENING.

“Can we go further? Could I explore your body more.. throughly?” Scaramouche felt his throat tighten up, lacking a verbal response. So he slowly nodded his head and agreed to this nonsense. Wasn’t long before you slowly slid a few fingers on the side of his shorts and began to pull them down. Leaving him in only his undergarments and top clothing. You could feel yourself get a boner from seeing him surrender completely.

As the sunset was becoming more dim you guided your and his body onto more stable grounding. Finally after moments of getting in a more comfortable position you were now sitting in between his legs trying to figure this out. Should you just go right for it or prep him up??? In the end you decide to tease him a bit. Raising yourself to kiss his lips, then down to his neck as your hands worked on his thighs.

On Scaramouche’s end everything was going fuzzy. He felt his sex throb as he whimpered at each kiss you graced him with. He was SHAKING with excitement. Wrapping his arms around you as you did all the work.. few kisses here and there and he soon felt your hand pull at his undergarment. Revealing his slick covered pussy! The grass was soothing in a way as the wild life made great background noise :3! You moved away from his upper body to his pussy, and you gave it an experimental lick.

He fucking loved that. His hand covering his mouth as his hips leaned more towards your mouth. Of course you took it as a good sign and kept going!! Grabbing his hips as you forced him not to move. You heard him whine as you ate him out. Sucking his puffy hole as the slick got all over your mouth.. he was delicious! The more you went one the higher his whines and whimpers became. He swore he could see stars right now as something felt like it was becoming tighter until- before you know it Scaramouche arched his back beautifully as a loud wail slipped out of him! “ O..OH! Fuck- fuckfuckfuck!! KeE- mMMPH!!♡︎♡︎” Squirt started to gush out of him as it filled your mouth! Tears formed on his eyes as he struggled to stay still, though you were fine though. Licking him him clean and didn’t waste a drop of slick that was provided by your lover

He was already so puffy from just one orgasm ♥︎ how adorable! You raised your head up and leaned towards your lover once more. Shushing him and you placed more kisses around his face.. “shh.. shh it’s okay. We’re just getting started ❣︎.” Quickly you placed two of your fingers in him and Jesus Christ was he warm. His walls kept clamping down on you! As if he was begging you to stuff him full already. Quickly your fingers went in n’ out of his poor pussy! :( making lewd squelching sounds and you scissored the poor boy open. After a while you eventually added four fingers in him :3 stretching him open as you were absolutely sure you were ready to stuff him full.

Of course you took your fingers out and gave him a little break. Deeming him ready you pulled out your cock. It was huge! Almost made Scaramouche snap his legs shut. You aligned it with his hole and slowly inserted it inside him. There was a cute little bulge! “ N-no more!! Gonna cum.. gunna cum! A-Aghh!! P-pleEAAUHGG♡︎♡︎?!” Once your were halfway in you slammed the remains. Completely bottoming out, you were fully inside your lover. His legs going limp and you began to ram in him ☆ sinful squelching noises filled the air as his moans were laced like a beautiful melody.

Soon enough you changed the positions! Lifting his legs up towards his face, having better access to go even deeper! Of course you abused his prostate. Hitting that soft muscle over and over again. Scaramouche body shook, his eyes rolling to the back of his school as he gritted his teeth. Drool slipped through the corner of his moth as he felt his pussy spasm on your cock. Squirting harshly as he clawed his face for some kind of self control ♥︎

He looked so good :3 so beauty as you kept ramming his insides. Of course he became over sensitive! Cumming on your cock for the nth time. Did you get to cum yet! No. And that was okay! Just keep going until you filled your little lover boy to the brim :33

#genshin scara #scaramouche x male reader #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche #genshin smut #shit writing #twisted wonderland #obey me #twisted wonderland x male mc #obey me x male reader #genshin x reader #x male reader #x reader

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Good morning/afternoon/night

Could you make Sanemi x male reader? With reader is chosen by kagaya to go with Sanemi through missions and reader is calm, logic and aways stop Sanemi from getting in trouble

Yandere Sanemi X Male Reader

You most definitely beat him up after his actions with Tanjiro 

And since you work so well your names typically are never said without the other

Where he’s abrasive and offputting

Your approachable and gentle

“You’re family’s probably dead. Might as well get your grieving over now.”

“W-what?!” 

“I apologize for my partner. What we mean to say is that their fate is uncertain but we will get to the bottom of this.”

“Ohh well thank you so much!”

“Happy to help.”

Your strong as him

And so much sweeter

You’re just really really good at this 

So good you do often get pulled away from Sanemi

Who politely throws the biggest tantrum to Kagaya-sama when you get the assignment

“Master I strongly request that he stay by my side. After our assignment.”

“Sanemi...I realize why you want him to stay with you but you must give him space…he’s requested it.” 

The stakeout for this mission was uncharacteristically silent. Typically he’d be insulting the demon or even the people you placated before lightly interrogating about the demon but he was silent. As were you, already aware of the conversation he no doubt had with Kagaya-sama. 

“So…I’m too much for ya is that it?” 

You let out a sigh as you could already hear the angry grumble in his seemingly calm question. You didn’t respond instead watching as the demon began to make its move, you began to move feeling the angry puffs of Sanemi’s hollering behind you.

“What? You not gonna talk to me now!? Is this too close for you, huh?!”

Practically yelling in your ear as you tried to focus on the demon’s movement, silently debating if they were aware of your presence. You concluded that they were and they were preparing to attack a nearby home to divide your attention. You took a step to descend from the roof of the building only to be stopped by the tense body of Sanemi.

“Sanemi. Move. Those people need help.”

“I’ll move when you tell me, why?!”

You sucked your teeth sidestepping the Wind Hashira. 

“I don’t have time for this!”

He pulled at your bicep wrestling you face first into the ground; knee in your back as you watch the demon ravage the people inside. You struggled against him, failing to remove him you yelled.

“LET ME GO SANEMI!”

“I WON’T! NOT UNTIL YOU TELL ME ‘WHYY?!’ WAS IT TOMIOKA? OBANAI?”

You let your cheek rest against the wood of the roof.

“It's really…because of you.”

You growled at his silence as you registered the demon moving to attack you both.

“Its because of you that I’d rather be in solitude than clean up the messes you make with your mean attitude. And your mean face! And your horrible attitude about everyone that talks to me…”

Sanemi let his mouth hang open.

“Yeah, I know about the threatening. I know about the mystery asphyxiations. Kagayama-sama may not be willing to disown the Wind Hashira in fear of what you will become but I will. And at this moment I wish to part from you forever, alright!?”

At your call, Sanemi beheaded the demon without looking. Letting you up from his hold on your back to swipe at the demon’s last attempts to stab at the both of you. Letting the demon’s screams hang in the air you let silence envelope you both once more. That is until Sanemi broke it.

“Ha! Even when you're saving my life, you reject me!”

“What did you expect? I’ve been doing that since selection.”

He let the memory replay as he let the mirror of your past self align with your current self. Grimacing at the thought he debated cutting your Achilles heel. Stopped by the unsheathed blade hanging low as if already aware of his intentions.

“Don’t think about following me. I’ll kill you if you do.”

“Right. Right. And you better come back unharmed or I won’t let this go.”

“Whatever.”

Sanemi whipped around letting his hand clutch at your face, squishing you into silence as he gave his unsettling smile.

“You. Will. Come. Back. Unharmed. Yes?”

You reluctantly nodded being released as you watched your crow's circle overhead. 

‘It really couldn’t have been longer.’

#yandere kimetsu no yaiba #yandere kny x reader #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yanderexrea #lovelyyandereaddictionpoint #yandere #yanderes #yandere kny #yandere demon slayer #yandere sanemi #yandere hashira #yandere wind hashira

[gayshark-writes]

Double the fun

male mc in demon form with a tail x levi

Nsfw, overstimulation, mutual masturbation, tail fucking, male mc, not proofread

Non nwlnw of fem aligned read or interact!!

After getting bored you decided to go on pornhub to see well yk but something caught you’re eye 2 demons jerking each other and fucking each other with their tails and oh my diavolo is that what they say instead of oh my god? It looked so good and than the amazing thought came to your head “my demon form has a tail, I can do this but with who?” Barbatos was wayyy too busy to do it with you right now and Satans tail didn’t feel to great so the best and really only option was levi. You went to Levi’s room, he was always watching dirty stuff and masturbating, why wouldn’t he want to try this with you?. Once you got to the door you could here groans of pleasure you couldn’t have come at a better time, opening the door you could see him rubbing himself through his pants while watching hentai, you walk up to his computer pause the video he freezes in embarrassment and looks up at you “horny are we?” “W-well umm” you starting typing in the video from earlier on his computer as you say “since you’re already turned on I thought we could try this, what do you say” levi looks at the video of the two demons screaming in pleasure tail fucking each other “you want to do this…with me?” You nod in agreement as a dumb horny smile crosses his face, he’s very much into the idea.

You both kneel on some cushions thrown on the floor as you guys messily make out, gently biting his lower lip pulling a whimper from him, soon unbuttoning each others shirts and pants till the cold air hits your guys now naked body’s in your demon forms. You grab a bottle of lube gently spreading around his tail making him moan at the sight and feeling of your hands gently massaging it, he can’t take it anymore he needs your tail inside of him, he grabs the lube pouring some on your tail and basically giving your tail a handjob making you lay your head on his shoulder as moans pour from your mouth.

His tail gently rubs against your hole before slowly entering it making you bite Levi’s shoulder and moan at the new amazing feeling, he positions your tail right at his hole before you plunge into him making him throw his head back and let out a loud high pitched moan that everyone in HoL most likely heard but it didn’t matter you both already felt so good and it was just starting. You started your tail at a slow pace making thrusts his hips back for you to go faster his tail starts at a rough and fast pace, he reaches down and starts rubbing your slit as he begs for you to go faster inside of him. How could you resist his adorable little begs your tail starts going faster inside of him pounding his prostate as you start jerking him off. This goes on for a while until you both get close to your guys release, moaning and whimpering, chests pressed against each other, heads laying on each others shoulders, one of your guys hand working each others cock and the other rubbing each others nipples.

His release comes first, he screams in pleasure as his cum paints your hand and stomach your tail and hand still moving fast on him making bite into your neck to muffle his moans, his tail presses into your prostate as it starts abusing it, his hands working faster on you, rubbing your leaking slit as the other starts gently massaging your balls making you groan as you cum HARD, both of your guys hands and stomachs are covered in each others cum, yet neither of your guys dicks are getting soft, it’s gonna be a very long night with this new found pleasure.

#obey me hcs #shall we date obey me #obey me headcanons #obey me scenarios #male mc #obey me levi smut #obey me leviathan #levithan x reader #obey me smut #gay smut

[skylarmoon71]

Raphael (TMNT 2014/2016)- Extra

“My left.”

You ducked, just barely dodging the fist that came hurtling in your direction.

Raph smirks.

“Not bad.”

You were both at a distance now, and he was watching you keenly. With all your training, getting the best of Raph was near impossible. He may have been a hothead, but he’s an incredible fighter.

Calculated.

It seems that he puts a little more effort when facing off with you. Because despite your size, you have the advantage. You’ve seen them train a million times. You know a lot of their movements. Their skills. In a battle, strategy is everything.

“Been listening to Leo huh.”

You grin, arms raised in front of your face as you mark him.

“If you’re trying to throw me off, it’s not going to work.”

“Is that right?”

You nod, still holding a defensive position.

“Ya know I’ve been thinking about it.”

“Yeah, what exactly have you been thinking about? If it’s you we’re talking about, it can't be good.”

He’s still wearing that confident smirk, and you narrow your eyes when his gait changes slightly.

“I’ve been thinking about what it would be like to kiss ya.”

The statement makes your eyes grow wide, and you falter for a moment.

“What..”

You let out a little breath, now distracted.

Raph moves closer, and you know you should hold your position, but that look in his eyes, it has you shifting in your spot.

You find yourself backing up and his smile becomes wider. Your back hits the wall and you jolt. Raph presses his hand against the wall.

“R-Raph w-we’re supposed to be training..”

“We are. Did ya know that kissing burns calories?”

You shake your head, licking your lips.

“Let's get in a good workout.”

Your eyelids lower as he moves in.

“Dude, wake up!”

The whispered yell made you jump, and you barely collected yourself. The nudge from your friend had your head turning and nodded, trying to straighten your form.

“Thanks.”

You mouth.

This has been happening a lot. Since that night in your apartment, you’ve been having constant daydreams about said mutant. It’s frustrating how much he consumes your every thought. Even worse that he hadn’t really made a move on you.

To be fair, they were crimefighters. Their night schedules were busy and your day plans were hectic. You tried to squeeze in as much time as possible, but there was always that point where things just didn’t align. Whenever you got to see them, you just had such a good time. You’d spend the time playing games or training. There was hardly a point where you could speak to Raph alone.

Heaving your duffle on your shoulder, you walked through the lair with a sigh.

“Hey (Y/N)!”

Mikey’s greeting had you smiling.

“Hey, did you just get done training?” He nodded happily.

“Raph and Leo are still going. Donnie and I got knocked out of the finals.” He joked.

“I’ll go and make sure they aren’t training all night.”

Knowing the two, it would never end. They were both too stubborn to let the other win.

As you walked into the dojo, you weren’t even surprised.

“Ready to lose Leo!”

“Not a chance!”

They rushed at each other, weapons drawn. The metal clinked and you just dropped your bag on the floor, waiting for them to take notice that they had an audience.

“Getting rusty.” Raph taunts.

They were both pushing against each other with no resistance. Leo did a backflip, obviously trying to reevaluate what the best course of action was. Raph played with his sais, flipping them back and forth around his wrists.

“Room for one more.”

They both turned at your voice and you waved.

“Sorry Leo, but it’s my turn.”

You pointed at your watch, and he straightened, looking at the clock on the wall.

“Wow, it’s only been three hours.” Leo spoke.

“Only, and three hours should not go in the same sentence. “ You laugh.

He smiled, sheathing his blades.

“Guess we’ll have to finish this later.” Leo stated.

“Sounds like ya quitting.” Raph calls. Leo just waved him off, giving you a pat on the shoulder.

“Good luck.” He offered.

Just like that he was walking down the hall.

Raph slid his blades into his pouch, and you did a stretch. When you felt satisfied, you slid your shirt over your head. You placed a right next to your bag, and when you turned back, Raph’s eyes were on you.

For a moment you felt a bit bashful. You’d literally done that a million times, but things were a little different now. You divert your gaze.

“L-Let’s get started.”

Hopefully the workout would distract you.

So you began.

Raph has never been one to hold back. You already know this.

So your body hitting the mat half a dozen times for the evening wasn’t a surprise.

You grunted everytime you were flipped over.

Each hit knocked the wind out of your body.

“Stop trying to flip me over, I ain’t ya college friends.” He was teasing.

You grumbled.

“It’s not my fault you’re so big.”

He just offered a smirk looking down at you and your cheeks tinted red at how unintentionally dirty that sounded.

“Stupid brain, focus!!”

He was kicking your butt. You needed to retaliate.

You jumped back to your feet, and Raph backed up, ready for you.

Rushing at him, you fired a few punches, all of which he evaded. He made a grab at your hand, and you just barely dodged to move. Dropping low, you used your leg to knock his feet from under him, but he jumped. You rolled to the side, shooting back upright. While you were trying to ground your feet again, Raph took advantage, tackling you.

“OOF!”

Your back hit the mat, and you huffed as Raph pinned you to the ground.

“C-Cheap shot!”

You complained, clearly out of breath.

His breathing wasn’t much better. You were still trying to gather yourself and you seemed to realize the lack of distance. Your chest rose and fell a bit more steadily.

“You can..let me up now..”

Even though it was your suggestion, you didn’t exactly hate your current position.

“Maybe ya should move me.” He taunted playfully.

You couldn’t stop the grin, wrapping your legs around his hips, you tried to use your weight to push him over, but he barely budged and the both of you started laughing.

“This is so unfair you’re as heavy as a truck.”

You whined, giggling. He straightened, pulling you up with him. The sudden tug caused you to fall right into his lap. You could tell from his reaction that he hadn’t planned for that. Your hands braced on his chest, and you looked up into his eyes.

Raph visibly swallowed at the adjusted position and the last of your restraint disappeared. You reached up, grabbing both of his cheeks as you kissed him. He was obviously caught by surprise, hands raised a bit awkwardly.

When he finally reciprocated, you let out a soft sound and Raph pulled you closer, hands smoothening on your hips.

“Finally..”

You’d been dying to just feel him.

Taste him.

You shifted, holding on just a little tighter. Raph didn’t mind.

When the both of you finally parted, you were smiling.

“That kiss is gonna cost ya.”

“I hope it does.”

You replied confidently, pulling him back in. 

#training #tmnt raphael #love #feelings #cute #humor #bayverse tmnt #crushes #raph x reader #dreams #family #care

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Oh To Not Have You

Pairing: Anthony J Crowley x Male reader (can be read as ftm reader aswell) mentions: strong language, drinking, death, angst, mentions of holy water, swords and mentions of hell fire. And reader is called Raphael once. Please do not read if uncomfortable. Fem aligned don't interact. If there's any warning i left out please let me know -> do not repost, copy or translate my work or post them anywhere. Reblogs, likes and comments are appreciated A/N: This is my first fic that isn't a request and my first good omens request. I apologize in advance if this is too angsty. Also i wanted to credit @fly-flower-fanfics as i got the inspiration to write this from their fic 'I Knew You' go read it, it is quite nice.

𝖠𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖼𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌, 𝖨 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗆 𝖨 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋. 𝖬𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗂𝗅𝗒, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍’𝗌 𝖿𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗒 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒, 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝖼𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝖺𝗇 𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗍𝗒 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗅

Something in the air felt different, it felt like doom was hanging by your shoulder ready to snoop in when it’s time came in.

You sighed and pushed those thoughts aside as you sat on the couch with a Jane Austin novella Aziraphale had lent you to read as he had boasted about it for weeks. Crowley and Aziraphale had decided to meet in St. James Park but you had decided not to go as you felt exhausted from running around all day, yesterday to stop Armageddon.

Crowley and Aziraphale walked over to the vendor “a strawberry lolly and a vanilla with a flake, please” Crowley hands the vendor the money before Aziraphlae asked “how’s the car?”

“Not a scratch on it” was Crowley’s reply as they looked at Aziraphale “how’s the book shop?” aziraphale looks at Crowley “not a smudge” he says slightly suspiciously as he walks to the other side of Crowley “not a book burned, everything back just the way it was” Crowley hands aziraphale his ice-cream before taking her own as aziraphale looks around while asking “you heard from your people yet?” Crowley shakes his head with an almost deep sigh “yours?” he asked aziraphale “nothing”

“Do…you understand-w-what happened yesterday?” Crowley asked as they looked at aziraphale “well, I understand some of it,…but some of it-” aziraphale sighs “well, it’s just bit too…” aziraphale raises his eyebrow only to notice Crowley not looking at him “ineffable” Death interrupts them “oh, that…that’s funny, seeing him here. Th-that’s meant to be bad luck” Crowley wouldn’t like to admit it but he was internally terrified but they didn’t want to think about the what ifs in this moment. In that moment death had disappeared “it’s meant to be bad…” Crowley stammered he turns around to look at aziraphale only to see him gone he turns around again only to see him being dragged away by Uriel and a squad of angels. Crowley was distracted by this whole ordeal but decided to chase after them “stop! Stop them!” some old lady interrupts “what’s wrong, love?” before Crowley can figure out what’s happening the old lady who happens to be hastur who knocks Crowley out “oh, bad luck dear” hastur says mockingly while Crowley groans and faints

Aziraphale was tied to a chair, he tired pulling against the ropes but they were too tight for him to slip his hands out. He hears foot steps behind him and “ah. Aziraphale” he recognizes the voice, it was Gabriel. He patted aziraphale’s shoulder “so glad you could join us” he said with a forced smile and with sickeningly sweet voice “you could’ve just sent a message, I mean, a kidnapping in broad daylight” Aziraphale says making Gabriel shrug “call it what it was: an extraordinary rendition” he chuckles as aziraphale fakes a small smile “now, have we heard from our new associate?” Gabriel asks only for Uriel to reply “he’s on his way” Gabriel smiles “he’s own his way. I think you are going to like this” he walks towards aziraphale who raises his eyebrows “I really do…and I bet you didn’t see this one coming” Gabriel leans forward as he says that, the only reaction aziraphale could muster was a forced smile.

Meanwhile down in hell Crowley was facing his trial for using holy water on another demon “Creatures of Hell, you have heard the evidence against the demon known as Crowley. What’s your verdict?” Beelzebub addresses the demons behind the glass window, there were shouts of ‘guilty’ from them “do you have anything to say before we take our vengeance out on you?” Beelzebub says as Crowley turns around from looking at the glass window “what’s it to be?” he asks as he shrugs “an eternity in the deepest pits of hell?” he continues but hastur interrupts Crowley “no no, we’re going to do something even worse…Letting the punishment fit the crime” in that moment arch angel Michael arrives carrying a jug of holy water, they pour the liquid into the bathtub after hastur refuses to pour it himself as he had seen what it could do…

Aziraphale could sense something was wrong, he could sense someone else’s presences, someone close to him.

{Flashback} Crowley smiled at you “I wish you could come with angel” they said as you smiled at them “I wish I could too, I’m just a little exhausted after yesterday” Crowley couldn’t help but pull you in a hug, she rarely showed her softer side, something that was usually reserved for you “I’m glad you are okay” they whispered before pulling away and kissing you gently… Crowley left to meet aziraphale at the park but the moment he stepped out they could sense something different in the air but the moment he saw aziraphale who had a look of worry on his face, they knew that indeed something was wrong. Aziraphale went on to explain what he had found out before putting out the idea of them switching bodies and here they were now {Flashback ends}

The presences was too familiar for aziraphale (Crowley) to ignore as soon as he realized he felt panicked but he needed to not show any emotions “you don’t get this view down in the basement” he hears someone’s voice, before recognizing them as a demon, the demon walked further. Aziraphale (Crowley) looked at the demon before his eyes landed on…You. You who was being dragged by two lower grade demons. Your eyes widened a little as you see aziraphale their but his presences was different, it wasn’t aziraphale’s presences but it was still a lot familiar for you to ignore. Then the realization hit you, it was Crowley, they both switched bodies, the eye contact you held with aziraphale (Crowley) was cut short as the demon ignites…Hell fire “What are you trying to do Gabriel?!” You looked at the archangel Gabriel “well, with one act of treason you averted the war” aziraphale (Crowley) looks at you to see you looking at Gabriel before you say “well, I think the greater good…” Gabriel cuts you off “don’t talk to me about the greater god sunshine. I’m the archangel fucking Gabriel” you were a little shocked to see no one other than Gabriel cursing “the greater good was we were finally going to settle things with the opposition once and for all” Uriel walks over to you and unties your tied hands, aziraphale (Crowley) wanted to shout for them to not hurt you but hurt them instead, he saw how your wings unfolded, they took a deep breath as it clicked what might happen, you look confused at Gabriel before you shook your head as the realization hit of what was at hand “you can’t-you can’t do that Gabriel…taking an angels wings is shaming them” Gabriel smiles “well that would do you good seeing how you have relations with demon Crowley” aziraphale(Crowley) looked at you as you licked your lips, you felt like you were a little child who begged to not be punished for stealing some sweets “ba-banish me…banish me from heaven for all I care Gabriel, but not my wings, I’m not going to let you shame me like that, no-not in front of all of them!” you could feel tears prickle your eyes making you blink them away, you didn’t like crying or showing vulnerable emotions, something you always encouraged Crowley to show, well it wouldn’t be wrong to call you a hypocrite.

You could feel aziraphale’s (Crowley’s) eyes on you but you didn’t want to look up but you couldn’t stop yourself as you heard his shout “take my wings Gabriel! Take them but leave them alone” Aziraphale (Crowley) was trying hard not to show who he truly was, crowley knew the only thing you truly cared for about yourself were your wings it took a long time for you to let them touch your wings, he knew you couldn’t live with the pain and the shame, deep down Crowley always felt like you dated him cause you pitied her but that was far from the truth and you had always made sure they knew that even if you both ever had fights or arguments.

{Flashback} As you walked out of the bedroom with a book in your hand and a cup of tea you had noticed the change of atmosphere in the apartment, you sensed Crowley’s restlessness. You looked at him, concern etched across your face “Crowley, what’s gotten into you?” crowley shot you a playful grin, mischief glittering in his eyes like malevolent stars “You know, I've been feeling a bit nostalgic lately. Thought I might pay a little visit to our friends down below. Stir things up a bit, you know?" You set your book and cup of tea down on the counter, the unease in your gut growing stronger “crowley, you can’t be serious. You are not thinking of causing trouble in hell, are you?” She waved her hand dismissively. "Oh, nothing too major. Just a little chaos, a few practical jokes. Keeps the place lively, you know?" You stood up, your voice taking on a more serious tone. "Crowley, this isn't a good idea. Hell isn't exactly on the best terms with you right now." Crowley's grin faltered slightly, but they quickly recovered. "Oh, come on, angel. They'll get over it. Besides, it's all in good fun." You approached him, your expression stern. "It's not just about them 'getting over it.' You remember what happened last time. It turned into a mess." Crowley's eyes narrowed, and their tone taking on a defensive note. "Are you doubting my ability to handle my own kind?”

"It's not about your ability, Crowley," you replied firmly. "It's about the potential consequences. You might enjoy pushing boundaries, but this time it could lead to something worse." Crowley turned away, their frustration visible. "You're being overly cautious."

"I'm being realistic," you countered, your voice unwavering as you stepped closer. "I know you're powerful, Crowley. But sometimes power alone isn't enough to fix things." Crowley's shoulders slumped a little, and her gaze softened. "You're right. I just... I get caught up in the thrill sometimes." You reached out and placed a hand on her arm. "I understand that, Crowley. But we have to face the reality of the situation. Times have changed." They sighed against your touch, their arms wrapping around you. "I can't help but be a bit of a troublemaker." You pulled them into an embrace, letting your warmth and affection envelop them. "I wouldn't have you any other way. Just promise me you'll think twice before you jump into something like this." He looked down at you, his eyes softening as they met yours. "You really do care about me, don't you?" you couldn’t help but smile softly "Of course I do," you whispered, your fingers tracing soothing patterns on her back. "I love you, Crowley, even when you're being mischievous." She leaned into the embrace, her forehead resting against yours. "I love you too, more than anything." {Flashback ends}

Gabriel smiles sarcastically “oh but aziraphale you see, we have something for you too…you aren’t going unscathed sunshine” you looked at aziraphale (Crowley) fear striking you deep, aziraphale (Crowley) tries to reason with Gabriel “I don’t suppose I can persuade you to reconsider?” Gabriel looks at aziraphale (Crowley) seriously “I’m sorry but the decision is already made” Gabriel’s voice dripped with malice “we’re supposed to be the good guys, for heaven’s sake.” Uriel hands Gabriel the sword “well, for heaven’s sake, we are meant to make examples out of traitors. Hence…no wings” with that the two lower grade demons grabbed your wings as Gabriel wasted no time slicing through them at the base, you were hit with excruciating pain but you didn’t want to scream, you didn’t want to give Gabriel the satisfaction of your pain. After that moment everything was dark, you didn’t notice what was happening until you felt your body thump onto the ground making you groan and try to pick yourself up somehow. Your whole body ached from the pain of falling from heaven, if Crowley was here he would’ve laughed at that but you soon felt like a knife was being drilled into your heart as you thought of Crowley and what he would think of you now, you were fine with the part of being a fallen angel but your wings something you treasured was taken away from you. You looked at your hands, you scoffed noticing how the tips were blackened with your nails turned into claws…

-

Weeks had passed since the events, Crowley sat by the door of his apartment holding one of your sweaters he had gotten you years back. Their heart ached from the pain, the pain of having lost the one good thing they had ever had. Your pained expression kept doing rounds in Crowley’s mind with Gabriel’s words running around in her mind ‘well that would do you good seeing how you have relations with the demon Crowley’ they kept thinking it was their fault that you weren’t here in his arms, telling him that it would be okay.

Memories after memories played in Crowley’s mind as he took a swig from the bottle of talisker scotch, before groaning as his eyes wondered over to the kitchen…

{Flashback} As you strolled into the kitchen of your apartment, Crowley followed along behind you like a lost puppy. The morning had been cozy and warm– breakfast in bed, courtesy of Crowley's culinary expertise (if you could call reheating frozen waffles expertise, that is). You cherished these small, tender moments between you two. But now, duty called, and it was your turn to tackle the aftermath of the meal–washing the dishes. As you ventured further into the kitchen, Crowley's humour had you laughing at something she'd just said. Amidst your laughter, your foot made unexpected contact with the edge of the open cabinet door, and gravity took over. "Fuc-Crowley!" you exclaimed, the words slipping out as your body lurched forward and your dignity took a tumble. Crowley's eyebrows shot up in concern, but that was quickly overtaken by an incredulous look. "My dear, are you practicing your own version of interpretive dance?" they joked. You managed to regain your balance and stood up, rubbing your slightly bruised ego along with your toe. "I'll have you know that our kitchen cabinet just tried to eat me alive," you said, half-joking, half-serious. Crowley chuckled, but her grin soon morphed into a mockingly serious expression. "Ah, you've just discovered our cabinet's hidden agenda, have you? It's a rebellious cabinet, you see. Always yearning for some fresh air." You raised an eyebrow. "Fresh air? It's a kitchen cabinet, not a tree-hugging hippie." Crowley shrugged, their lips curling into an exaggerated pout. "Well, excuse our cabinet for wanting to explore its more…open-minded side." You couldn't help but burst into laughter at his absurd and dramatized reasoning. "Open-minded? More like open-doored!" Crowley gasped dramatically, placing a hand over his heart. "Are you suggesting our cabinet has some sort of existential crisis, torn between its open and closed states?"

"You started it by leaving it wide open!" you retorted, pointing a playful accusatory finger at her. Crowley's expression turned playful as well, their eyes gleaming mischievously. "Well, if you ask me, it's a clear case of cabinet freedom. Just embrace its rebellious spirit!" You shook your head, still chuckling. "Fine, fine. Next time I'll be sure to consult with the cabinet before attempting to close it." Crowley feigned a sigh of relief. "Finally, cabinet diplomacy at its finest." You both shared a laugh, and with the tension diffused, you turned your attention back to the task at hand – the dishes. But as you began washing, you felt someone’s hand wrapping around your waist “I am sorry for that truly angel” Crowley whispered making you smile and shake your head “now look who is going against our cabinets rebellious spirit” as you said that Crowley laughed knowing you had forgiven them. {Flashback ends}

Crowley had pushed herself to stand up and staggered into the hall with the bottle and sweater in his hand when their eyes drifted to the thermostat in the hallway triggering another memory.

{Flashback} You stepped into your apartment, the memory of a fun lunch with Aziraphale still lingering, a sudden blow of cold air slapped you like an unexpected icy shower. You involuntarily shivered and called out, "Crowley, dear?" There was a pause, and then Crowley's voice floated from somewhere within the apartment, dripping with feigned innocence. "Yes, my sweetheart?" You continued walking further into the living space, brows furrowed as your breath visibly puffed out in the chilly air. "Why is it so cold in here?" you asked, your voice laden with bewilderment. "Oh, is it now?" Crowley replied, an exaggerated gasp in their tone. "Must be the work of that mischievous fairy again." You rolled your eyes, not buying into the act. "Crowley, stop messing around. Did you mess with the thermostat again?" A dramatic sigh emerged from the direction of the thermostat, as if it held all the world's woes. "Darling, I must confess, the thermostat and I have become quite the friends lately. It's nothing personal, really. We just found a common interest in creating an arctic ambiance." You crossed your arms, exasperated. "This isn't funny, Crowley. It's freezing in here!" 

"Oh, come on, angel," Crowley cajoled, her voice dripping with amusement. "Think of it as an opportunity to embrace your inner polar explorer." Your patience was wearing thin. “I don't want to embrace any polar explorer tendencies. I just want a comfortable temperature in my own home!" Crowley's voice took on a faux-hurt tone. "But, my dear, I thought you loved a little chill in the air. You know, sets the stage for warm cozy cuddles and all that." You tried hard not to smile "Cozy cuddles are great, but not when I can see my breath indoors!" you retorted, your tone a mixture of exasperation and amusement now. There was a pause, and then Crowley's voice softened slightly. "Alright, alright, I may have turned the thermostat down a bit." You huffed, torn between annoyance and amusement. "Why would you do that?"

"Oh, just to keep things interesting," Crowley replied with a nonchalant shrug that you could practically hear through their words. "Besides, it's quite amusing watching you walk around like a penguin in our own home." You sighed, giving in to a chuckle despite yourself. "You're impossible, you know that?"

"But you love me for it," Crowley purred, their tone filled with smugness. You shook your head, unable to suppress a smile. "Yes, I suppose I do." The two of you exchanged playful banter for a moment longer before reaching a silent agreement. The thermostat was soon adjusted to a more reasonable temperature, and as the warmth returned to the apartment as you moved to hug Crowley to steal their warmth “you owe me cuddles now” Crowley couldn’t help but smile and kiss your forehead… {Flashback ends}

Crowley felt like he was about to lose it, lose herself. Memories flooded in, each triggered like a cosmic punchline in some never-ending joke. Your laughter, so full of joy, echoed through every room, every hall they entered. With each step, she couldn't help but wonder: What was the point of all this? Why was she being bombarded with memories if you were already taken away from them? It was as if the universe was toying with them, pushing their limits.

Crowley's mind, always curious, couldn't help but question the unfairness of it all. The way things worked above and below seemed twisted. Disagree, and you're cast out. Ask a simple question, and you're condemned. Protect what matters, and you're met with scorn from all sides. The more she thought about it, the more he realized the irony of heaven and hell. They were supposed to stand for righteousness and damnation, but they felt more like an illusion. The very fight between them seemed pointless now, as if both were in the wrong. A scoff escaped Crowley's lips. Heaven and hell, once archenemies, now looked like different sides of the same coin.

What made all worst was the fact both hell and heaven had taken the last thing they cherished. It felt like there was no point in staying and enduring the searing ache every time thoughts of you surfaced. Nothing mattered anymore, everything was cast in shades of grey. Colourless, like it used to be before you, before you entered Aziraphale's bookshop on that rainy day. The day when Crowley's existence gained vibrancy, even in her endless life. Crowley couldn’t help but let out a wry chuckle at the memory when they came face to face with the locker, the locker that held the answer to their emptiness without you. . This was the key to filling the void left by your absence, the answer might be the path to finding you again, even if it meant tolerating a bit of pain. Compared to what you had gone through, it was a small price, Crowley thought. With slightly unsteady hands, he unlocked the locker, revealing a thermos filled with holy water. The solution was within reach—a step away. Seeing the thermos, an idea forms in Crowley’s mind: to end it all. A way to reunite with you, to hold you once more in her embrace. What reason was there to linger in a world that had lost its lustre?

Crowley willed herself to grab the thermos before sliding down the wall, the bottle of talisker scotch sat beside them as they held your sweater close their chest with the thermos of holy water in the other hand, he couldn’t help but laugh “the time has finally come, huh?” he unscrews the top of the thermos seeing the liquid in it shimmered, the soft glow of the room reflecting off its surface. It was a symbol of purity, of divinity, of everything that was meant to be beyond their grasp. A bitter smile tugged at Crowley's lips as she contemplated the ultimate paradox: an immortal demon tempted to consume the very essence that would destroy him.

Crowley took a deep breath before lifting the thermos up to their mouth, memories continued to surge within him, memories of laughter, shared moments, and unspoken promises. Memories of you. But just as their lips grazed the brim of the thermos, a voice broke through the heavy silence. "Crowley."…

{Your pov}𝖶𝖾𝖾𝗄𝗌 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒, 𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁 𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗈𝖼𝗈𝗈𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖺𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍, 𝖺 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗈𝗇𝖾𝗋 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗆𝗂𝖽𝖺𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖿𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗌𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗅𝖽. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝖼𝖼𝗂𝖽𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖺𝗅 𝖾𝗇𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖢𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗅𝖾𝗒 𝗈𝗋 𝖠𝗓𝗂𝗋𝖺𝗉𝗁𝖺𝗅𝖾 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗂𝗇𝗌𝖾𝖼𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗒 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗇𝖾. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗆𝖾𝖽: 𝖶𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝗃𝗎𝖽𝗀𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖻𝖾? 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗈𝖿 𝖾𝗏𝗈𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗂𝗋 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗀𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗐𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝖽. 𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗅𝖽 𝖺𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗈𝗇 𝖺 𝖼𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖺𝗅 𝗀𝖺𝗓𝖾, 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗌𝗂𝖿𝗒𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗂𝗌𝗈𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇, 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗂𝗆𝗆𝗈𝖻𝗂𝗅𝗂𝗓𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖻𝖾𝖽, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖾𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇𝗌 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗂𝗇 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾. 𝖣𝖾𝗌𝗉𝗂𝗍𝖾 ��𝗇 𝗂𝗇𝗇𝖾𝗋 𝗎𝗋𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗄 𝗌𝗈𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝖢𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗅𝖾𝗒'𝗌 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗌𝖾𝗇𝖼𝖾, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗈𝖿 𝖾𝗇𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝖺 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗌𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗋𝖾𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗈𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖽𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖺𝗅𝗒𝗓𝖾𝖽 𝗒𝗈𝗎. 𝖨𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗂𝖽𝗌𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗇𝖾𝗌𝗌, 𝖺 𝖿𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗍 𝗂𝗇𝗇𝖾𝗋 𝗏𝗈𝗂𝖼𝖾 𝗐𝗁𝗂𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽, 𝗎𝗋𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗄 𝖿𝗋𝖾𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗄 𝗌𝗈𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝖢𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗅𝖾𝗒'𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝗆𝗌. 𝖨𝗍 𝗍𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝖺𝗇 𝗂𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗌𝖾 𝖾𝖿𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝖾𝖺𝗋, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗁𝗈𝗐, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝖺𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝖺𝗑 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝗈𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇. {Your pov ends}

Crowley almost wanted to laugh, to laugh at the insanity. Their minds was playing games on them like they thought it was playing when he first saw you in the bookshop. ‘When we first met, something about you felt distant, like a dream I couldn't grasp. Something about you felt made up like you were a fragment of my imagination’ Crowley thought as they closed their eyes hearing your voice again, they wanted to scream and laugh from how delusional he was getting ‘but you breathed life into me, made me feel like I wasn’t lost something I hadn’t felt ever since I fell from heaven and even then it felt like God was playing one of her sinister jokes on me.’ but something snapped when she heard footsteps, when she sensed your presence. Crowley opened his eyes to see you standing there he couldn’t help but actually laugh as he thought ‘God is enjoying this little game’ but as you stepped forward they moved back not knowing how you could be alive despite all logic ‘You literally fell from heaven without wings!’. Crowley shook her head and moved to take the drink of the holy water, not wanting to indulge in Gods little games. They took a sip waiting for the searing pain, to feel their insides burn only for nothing to happen to see you rushing forward, they grabbed the bottle of scotch throwing it at you hoping it would pass through you as he thought you were a mere hallucination but you dodged just in time before rushing over to him “Crowley” you took the thermos from them “y-yo-you did-didn’t” you looked into the thermos before looking at a drunk beyond belief Crowley.

Your eyes, so familiar and kind but they held a mixture of concern and compassion as they met his. As you reached out, your fingers brushed against Crowley's cheek, a jolt of realness coursed through him. The touch was so vivid, so touchable, that it erased any lingering doubts. Crowley's eyes searched yours, searched for the truth they longed to find. "wh-why did you do this?" you asked, your voice soft yet urgent, as if trying to bridge the gap between past and present. Crowley felt a rush of emotions welling up within herself, a mixture of relief, confusion, and a lingering sense of vulnerability. They smiled, a smile that held the weight of years of pain and longing. "I didn't know if you were real" Crowley admitted, their voice carrying the raw honesty of someone who had been pushed to their limits. "The last few weeks I've spent drowning in doubts, in memories that felt like they were slipping through my fingers." his grip on your sweater tightened, as if to ground themselves in the reality. Crowley's gaze dropped, her fingers tracing patterns on the fabric of your sweater. "I thought I was losing my mind, that I was trapped in some sort of twisted dream. And I... I couldn't bear the thought of being alone, of never seeing you again." The vulnerability in their words was visible, a confession of the depths to which he had sunk in his desperation to hold you again.

You were left speechless, Crowley never showed such raw emotions. Yes, they shared what they were feeling but never did he cry in front of you. Crowley had looked up at you again, their eyes glistened with tears as they stained his cheeks “but I’m here now” you whispered trying your best not cry, you had to hold yourself strong so you could reassure crowley that you were indeed real. Crowley’s voice trembled “yes, you are here now, and I... I don't know how to process it. I want to believe, more than anything, but I'm so scared that this is just another cruel trick up God’s sleeve” In that moment, Crowley felt like a wounded soul, caught between the promise of a second chance and the fear of having their heart shattered all over again.

As Crowley's emotions swirled like a hurricane of uncertainty, you looked at her with such tenderness, your voice carried the weight of the connection between the two of you as you whispered “Crowley, look at me. Feel the warmth of my touch. Can you doubt the reality of this moment, when every fibre of your being responds to my presence? Me being here isn’t a twisted trick or a cruel joke. I’m here, with you, by you” Your thumbs brushed away the tears on Crowley’s cheeks. “I’m not a mirage, nor a shadow of the past. I'm right here, by your side.” You reassured them again “Every moment we've shared, every laughter and tear, they're all real, Crowley” Crowley's vulnerability melted in the warmth of your words, their eyes fixed on yours as if seeking solace in the depths of your existence.

As Crowley gradually sobered up, an unspoken question hung in the air, creating a noticeable tension. However, you refrained from addressing it, fearing that he might notice the missing fragment within you. You didn't want him to realize that you were missing a piece of yourself. Amidst their sniffles and a sore throat from weeks of silence, their own voice was shaky yet determined “Angel,” she began “if you were here all along, why…why didn’t you come here sooner?” you looked away from Crowley, a complex web of emotions swirling within you. Confronting the truth of your own feelings seemed daunting, almost unbearable “Raphael… please, tell me.” The name hit you like a ton of bricks. Crowley had never addressed you by that name before, except once, a millennia ago. It carried a weight of history and intimacy that was rare between you two, he usually called you angel or some other term of endearment. “That's not... not my name anymore” you admitted, your voice heavy with the weight of your confession. “I'm... I'm a fallen angel, Crowley. A wingless, fallen angel.”

A mixture of empathy and disbelief crossed Crowley's features. She could sense the self-disgust that had seeped into your words. “I'm a fallen angel too” she softly replied. “Yet, you don't hate me. So, why harbour this hatred for yourself?” Their fingers gently tilted your chin, coaxing you to meet their gaze. However, you turned your eyes away, the intensity of your self-loathing making it impossible to hold his gaze. You started to speak, but your voice quivered, causing you to pause. With a determined shake of your head, you silenced yourself, the words caught in your throat. "You—," you began to say, only to halt as your voice wavered once more. Collecting your thoughts, you continued, "You are just a fallen angel, Crowley. But I… I don't have my wings. I lack possibly the only thing I ever liked about my—myself." You sighed as your voice cracked before continuing “I thought you’d hate me…you’d hate the fact I am broken now. After all an angel without their wings is a laughing stock” The vulnerability in your words struck Crowley deeply. She found it hard to reconcile the image of you, the being she had cherished and admired, with the anguish you were currently wrestling with. Her heart ached, realizing the extent of your inner turmoil, her own feelings welled up inside her.

As Crowley gazed upon you, their eyes softened with a warmth that could melt away the heaviest burdens. A gentle smile tugged at the corners of their lips, a mixture of affection and understanding radiating from their very being. With a gentle touch he cupped your cheek, guiding your gaze back to meet his “listen to me, my dear” Crowley's voice held a soothing rhythm, like a lullaby meant to comfort troubled souls. Something that was so rare for their voice, for Crowley herself “I've seen you through eons, through highs and lows, through darkness and light. Wings or no wings, that doesn't define who you are, what makes you, well, you, goes beyond physical forms and celestial titles.” Crowley could still see the doubt in your eyes as he smiled before he continued “Your kindness, your strength, and your very essence – that's what drew me to you in the first place.” Her thumb brushed away a stray tear that had escaped your eye like you had done for her. Their gentle smile seemed to radiate a kind of tenderness that only they could offer “And believe me, my love, if there's one thing I've come to understand, it's that love transcends all. I've loved you for who you are, for your heart, your spirit, your essence. The wings were just a beautiful accessory to the magnificent soul that you are. So, don't you see? You are cherished, and you are loved – wingless, fallen, or whatever you might be. And as long as I'm here, you'll never face this journey alone. We'll rebuild together, in our own way, with love as our guide.”

In that moment, amidst the fragility of your emotions and the weight of your confessions, a connection tightened between you and Crowley. It was a connection built upon shared struggles, a reminder that even in the darkest moments, you were not alone. And as you both sat there on the floor of Crowley’s well your shared apartment, grappling with your insecurities, a glimmer of understanding sparked, promising the possibility of healing and acceptance.

i hope you all enjoy this, and i hope you all have a good day/night

#anthony crowley x male reader #crowley x male reader #aziraphale x male reader #good omens #good omens x male reader #anthony j crowley x male reader #x male reader #x ftm reader #anthony j crowley x ftm reader #anthony crowley x ftm reader

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Hello hellooo ,,can i request kohaku x male reader again?? they are lovers of course haha sorry i couldn't resist 😢😢

Double face needs a person who can seduce a bad guy for their mission..so madara cames to u and beg reader to do this for their mission because reader has a pretty face and the only one who they can trust..also kohaku didn't know madara did this cuz he would be mad to madara for put his lover in danger,,so when he saw reader in a dress (or anything u want) he's in shock and frustrated at the same time(hes blushing aww) at first he would be mad at madara and then he shrugs it off cuz it was too late now, so reader does his part of the mission and seduces the bad man kohaku feels jealousy in his blood but something worse happened and the man slapped readers ass..now he is more angry that his veins are visible 😭😭 after when they killed the man kohaku comes to reader and before reader says anything kohaku takes reader between a wall and him he just stared till he ripped the readers clothes and put love marks all over his neck,body a while later kohaku find himself fucks reader roughly like animal in a heat. He says shit like "You're mine" "Only mine" and cums inside reader 3rd time..and when he sees his cums overflowing(?) he gets bigger inside reader again

Elements are maybe bite marks ,dirty talk and overstumilation i can't write it help,,

If ur uncomfy with reader in a dress u can just put clothes u want..ahh take care of yourself and have a good day, don't forgot to sleep author!!💕💕

— SYNOPSIS ; You suffer the consequences of Madara pulling you into this mission, and the wrath of your lovers jealousy.

CW ; NSFW, Dub-con, implied gore, dead body, you guys literally fuck with a dead body in the room, manhandling, bruises, gun, rough sex, jealousy, dirty talk, possessiveness, overstimulation, sexual harassment (not between you and Kohaku)

WORD COUNT ; 664

PAIRING ; Kohaku Oukawa x Male!Reader

A/N ; Originally for the death bit I was going to include a small description of the wound. But, I backed out because I realized that was just too much LOLOL

FEMALE ALIGNED DNI.

“Please, do this for us! I promise this will be the last time I ask for something like this!” Both you and Madara knew what a load of bull that was, but you were feeling bad that he was basically on his knees begging at this point. 

You roughly sighed, emphasizing how much you didn’t want to do this.

“Fine, I’ll do it. But you know that Oukawa won’t approve of this, right?” You placed a hand on your hip, giving Madara a look. Had he even thought of that before going to you to ask of this? 

Your role was basically to flaunt your stuff and distract the target so Kohaku could have a chance and kill him. There were so many things wrong with bringing you into this plan in the first place, and yet, here he was. On his knees, begging you to help the two out.

Madara shook his head, getting off the ground as he dusted himself off with a proud smile. “He doesn’t know! We’ll just have you come in before he could pull you out. This will work! You have time to prepare before we have to go. I’ll get the dress delivered to you by tomorrow.” 

You sighed. You’re going to regret this, aren’t you?

Tonight was the night, and you had already made your move. You were told beforehand what sort of things your target had done, how he acts, and how he looks, but no amount of preparation would prepare you for nearly gagging at the way he treated you. But you couldn’t break your role. You need to make sure this goes right.

You were between the man's legs, hand firmly gripping his tie as you bat your eyelashes at him with a tempting smile. What you weren’t preparing for, though, was for his hand to slap your ass, ripping a surprised yelp from you. 

Between his amused chuckles, you swore you heard what sounded like the trigger to a gun, and you immediately backed away from the man. Not a second later, a bang had rang out, and a bullet blew through his head. Your attention wasn’t on him though, your eyes locked on Kohaku. His chest was visibly heaving, blood covering his face with anger as the smoke from his gun wafted around the room.

“Kohaku!” “We have to talk.” He dropped the gun by his side as he pushed you right up against the hotel wall.

And no amount of preparation could prepare you for how your lover would react to you being here.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!” You wailed as Kohaku had practically split you open with his erect cock, determined to get you to wobble and sob as you were forced to a third orgasm. He’d been treating you as if you were nothing but a little doll for him to release his anger on, cruel hands pressing your stomach against the brick wall as he pulled your arms behind your back. 

You were still feeling the effect of him entering you raw at first, the rim of your asshole throbbing around his cock, struggling to accommodate itself around his length. You couldn’t blame him for the way he’d acted. Even you had cringed from the way his target acted with you, a small seed of guilt planting itself in you from the fact that you’d even been happy that he was dead now.

So, you let him do as he pleased with you, let him cover your body with bruises and marks he’d caused from slapping your ass. 

“Your body belongs to me. I won’t ever let disgusting filth lay their hands on you ever again,” Kohaku hissed, slapping his hips with yours for the millionth time as the sweat on your bodies merged with each other. 

“You’re mine, you’re fucking mine! Got that? These–” His thumb pressed on one of your many bruises, eliciting another cry from you. “These are your reminders that I did this.”

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Something Good (XVIII)

Chapter 18 : A Decision

Hello! Here is a new chapter for my Ben Barnes series!

Let’s take a look at the aftermath caused by THE KISS!!

Hope you like it!!!

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Pairing: Ben Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Fluff,  Slow burn, professor AU.

Summary: Coming out of a divorce and trying to get used to being a single mom, while teaching your classes at University, you thought your life could not get more complicated than it already is. But when you are asked to take care of the theatre club with the colleague that you really can’t get along with, you realize that everything can still get ten times more complicated in your life. And when you start actually liking Professor Barnes, the troubles only grow exponentially…

Word Count: 2844

Masterlist for the series – Ben Barnes’ Masterlist – Main Masterlist

Ben couldn’t sleep.

He glanced over at the alarm clock set on his bedside table. It was almost four in the morning. He had not slept at all.

How could he? He had a million emotions gnawing at his heart, a million thoughts twirling in his mind, a million questions that needed answers.

He had kissed you. For a long, very long time. Over and over again, showing, perhaps too earnestly, that he couldn’t have enough of you. And for a moment, there was nothing in the world but your body against his, your fingers in his hair, your lips upon his, your tongue tasting his. Nothing, but you.

But everything must end, eventually.

You were smiling as you pulled away, for a moment, at least. And Ben’s grin was matching yours. But after taking a couple of steps back, after leaving his embrace, you were shying away again, closing yourself up. When you looked up at him once more, your eyes were filled with fear.

And Ben was terrified as well. Because… because no one had ever kissed him like this. As if he was everything you needed. As if you longed for this to last forever. As if… as if you loved him…

He struggled to hide the tears that suddenly appeared in his dark eyes, but he succeeded. He offered you a shy smile, clearing his throat, straightening his glasses. There was a blur spot at the bottom of his vision, because of your skin that was pressed against the glass for a moment. He didn’t pay any attention to it.

And he was as terrified as you, so he accepted your offer without a second thought.

Let’s take tonight to think about all this. We can take a decision tomorrow.

But now, Ben regretted everything. He regretted not holding you back as you turned around to leave. He regretted not confessing there and then that he loved you, that he loved you so much it hurt… He regretted not asking you for a proper date, for a proper chance.

Instead, he had let you walk down the stage, climb the stairs to the exit, and disappear.

What a moron…

Because he was so scared. To let himself be vulnerable again, to let you in, to love someone who might leave, to disappoint Sally, to lose you both…

But a mere thought of your lips, of your skin, of your taste… of this feeling caused by the ghost of your breath against his mouth, and he was ready to take all the risks. If he was afraid to love you, he was even more terrified by the thought of losing you.

He looked at the time again. Technically, it was tomorrow. An early one, that was all. He grabbed his phone, too tired to think properly, and called you.

He expected to leave a message, for you to be fast asleep, but you answered at the third ring.

“Ben?”

He blinked. He was not expecting this.

“Did I wake you?” he asked in a breath.

“No, I couldn’t sleep.”

You were whispering, probably worried to wake up Sally.

“I couldn’t sleep either,” Ben breathed, unsure why he aligned his tone with your quiet one.

“Because of… what happened?”

“Yeah…”

“Are you angry?”

He frowned hard at that, lying in bed, staring at his ceiling, unaware that a few miles away, you were in the exact same position, in your perfectly dark bedroom, your lights still turned off.

“Of course not. I just… I’m just worried.”

“Worried?”

“About what you will decide when we talk about all this.”

“Yeah… I don’t know yet.”

He closed his eyes, and you noticed the way his breath caught in his throat, the way his voice was shakier when he answered.

“I see.”

“Do you know what you want, already?”

“I do.”

It was Ben’s time to hear your sharp intake of breath, the way you struggled to breathe for a moment.

“Y/N… I… can I come over? We… we should talk about this. Face to face. Properly.”

He heard you shuffling, in what he guessed was hesitation. He already knew your answer, before you spoke the words.

“I need to think. I need more time.”

“I understand. I’m sorry I called you.’

‘There’s no need to apologize…”

“It’s 4am, I shouldn’t have… I’m sorry for bothering you.”

“You’re not bothering me, Ben.”

“I’ll see you at work.”

“Wait, Ben…”

But he had hung up the phone before you could say another word, and he turned off the device too, worried you might call him back.

He sat up, a needed gesture if he wanted to breathe. He was crying, now.

You were hesitating. He wasn’t. He was certain. He was terrified, but his desire for you was so clear, so absolute, that he never really needed to think. He had needed a moment to gather his courage, more than anything else. But he was certain that he loved you. He was certain that he wanted you. Was it wise? Probably not. For once in his life, though, he couldn’t find a way to care. Not after these kisses, not after having a taste of what it could be like to be loved by you.

But you… did you want him? How… how could you want him, the way he longed for you?

The same voices rang in his head again, and again, louder than ever before, shushing every sound or thought as Ben buried his face in his hands, letting the tears flow.

Good guys never get the girl.

You’re not enough.

You’ll never be enough.

You were too tired to drive, but you did it anyway.

You had tried to call Ben again, multiple times, but he didn’t pick up the phone. After your fifth attempt, you were ready to call the emergency services on him. Which was ridiculous, because you knew why Ben was not answering his damn phone.

He didn’t want to talk to you.

You remained there, lying in bed, for a while longer, staring at nothing, at the moving shadows that filled up all the space of your bedroom.

You tried to calm down your racing heart, the tears that streamed down your cheeks. You needed to think. You needed to be rational about this. You weren’t the only one concerned by these changes, there was Sally to think about too.

But Sally adored Ben. She always asked about him, was grinning whenever she would see him. And Ben was amazing with her. You trusted him. You knew he would never hurt her, and that if you asked him to, he would take care of her.

So… why hesitate?

You loved him. You were happy about that fact. You reckoned that your heart had chosen a good one to fall for. Then why the sudden fear? You had been leaning into your feelings for weeks, why hesitate now?

Because it was real. All of a sudden, the risks were to be taken, and the vulnerability needed to be revealed.

You heaved a tired sigh.

You needed to stop thinking so much.

This was ridiculous… you were asking yourself too many questions, and missing the important ones.

Did you trust Ben with Sally? Yes.

Did you trust him with your heart? Yes.

Did you love him? Yes.

Did you want to be with him? Yes…

But what if I’m not worth it? What if I’m not worth the trouble?

But Ben wasn’t Liam. Perhaps he… perhaps he could…

It was his choice to make. You could choose whether or not Ben was worth putting your heart on the line. He had to choose if you were worth him taking the same risk.

And he was worth it. He was so, so worth it…

Before you could think properly, you had grabbed your phone again, had called for your mother to come in a hurry. It was barely 5am, and she would make you pay for this, but you didn’t care. She arrived half an hour later, grumpy and tired and promising that she would get back at you for this. But you merely hugged her, thanked her, and ran to your car.

And now, there you were. In front of Ben’s door. Struggling to catch your breath because of the way you had run from your car to his door, and the way your heart was pounding.

You took a deep breath, before ringing the doorbell.

It was not yet 6am.

You heard some shuffling inside. A pause. He was looking at you through the peephole. For a moment, you thought he would push you away, leave you here, on his doorstep…

But the door was unlocked, and a second later, Ben was standing before you.

“What are you doing here? It’s barely morning, yet.”

He let you in without a second thought, though. Moved away from the door to let you walk inside his home. You smiled at the sight of the familiar movie posters hung on the walls of his corridor.

“I just… I think we need to talk,” you answered as he took your coat. “And not on the phone.”

Slowly, he nodded.

“Who’s with Sally?” he frowned.

“I called my mother.”

“She’ll hate you for waking her up so early.”

“Tell me about it.”

He smiled, even though the gesture was less earnest than usual, more fragile.

He let you walk inside the living room, but you didn’t sit down. You were too nervous for that.

“I thought you needed more time,” Ben broke the heavy silence first, voice strained, stating a painful fact more than asking a dreaded question.

You looked up to catch his brown eyes. They looked entirely black, as they always did. You didn’t try to escape when they pulled you in, and made you fall.

“I… I did. I think… it was more about gathering my courage than truly thinking, though.”

Ben frowned a little at that, but didn’t interrupt you as you went on.

“I’m… I’m worried about Sally. About what might happen to her if we try to be together, and she gets attached, and then… you leave.”

“I don’t want to hurt her. Or you, for that matter.”

“I know. Still, it worries me.”

“I understand. But I can’t do anything about that.”

“Except staying.”

“I’ve never said I wanted to leave in the first place.”

You nodded, still staring at him, your gaze unwavering. Ben had not bothered putting on his glasses, it was a little strange to see him without them. He still looked gorgeous though, even with his dishevelled looks, the bags under his eyes, his worn-out t-shirt and sweatpants.

“If we do this,” you went on, your voice a little weaker than before, “then it can’t be anything but something serious. Because… if we do this, it will impact Sally as well.”

He titled his head to the side a little, just slightly. He had not bothered putting on his glasses, his world was a little blur. Still, he saw you clearly enough to notice that you were gorgeous, even with your dishevelled looks, the bags under your eyes, your worn-out jumper and tired jeans.

“I’ve never said I wanted anything less,” Ben answered earnestly.

You nodded, not sure what to say, struggling to calm your racing heart, to relax your tight throat.

Meanwhile, Ben was taking a step towards you, now unbelievably close, and when he reached for your cheeks, he set fire to your entire frame.

“I care about you,” he whispered, not strong enough to summon anything but a shaky breath. “I… I have feelings for you. And I… I want to be with you. This is not easy for me either. Because I know what it means for Sally. Because I know about your husband. Because you know about Julia. I haven’t… you’re the first… since Julia, you’re…”

His voice broke, but you reaching to caress his cheek with your thumb was enough to tell him that you knew. You knew he had not tried to have a relationship since her betrayal.

He was the first since Liam, and you were the first since Julia.

“I would be lying, if I pretended that I’m not terrified,” Ben went on, clearing his throat. “But I… I want this. I want you.”

He heaved a sigh, closing his eyes, letting his gaze drop to his feet.

“I want to try. Even if it’s risky. Even if it’s… crazy. I want you. I want to take you on a date, and…”

He looked up again, and found you suspended to his words.

“I want to be with you, Y/N. And to hell with the rest.”

Slowly, a smile formed on your lips.

“Sounds risky for someone as cautious and afraid of change as you.”

“You’re having a terrible influence on me.”

“Obviously.”

“What do you want, though? Y/N, what do you want?”

The answer was easy. You thought it wouldn’t be. You thought you would still have doubts and hesitations, but you didn’t. You looked up at him, and the answer was obvious, as easy to speak as it was to breathe air.

“You. I want you, Ben.”

You blinked your tears away, trying hard to keep your voice steady. It wasn’t.

“It’s strange because… I… I’m certain about how I feel. I’m certain that I want you. But I’m… I’m afraid you’ll leave, and I’m afraid you…”

But you fell silent, letting out a breathy chuckle as you closed your eyes tight.

“It’s silly. I want this. I want you.”

He brushed his thumbs across your cheekbones, the gesture feathery, unbelievably tender. It made you open your eyes, and fall right back into his gaze.

Ben was smiling, the soft, radiant kind.

“Sally is with Liam this weekend, right?” he asked, his voice barely louder than a whisper, but not because of its shakiness. This time, it was delicate, protective of an ephemeral moment he longed to enjoy for a little while longer.

“Yes,” you replied in a breath, your heart skipping a beat as you caught Ben’s eyes flicking to your mouth.

“What about a date? Tomorrow night?”

You grinned, nodding.

“I’d love that. But Ben… I…”

He looked up to catch your gaze again, imprisoning your soul in the black of his irises.

“I think we should keep this for ourselves at first. I mean… we can talk about it to our friends but… I think that at work, and with Sally… we should wait a few weeks. Just to see how it unfolds. And if everything goes fine, then we can decide what to do.”

Ben nodded.

“Sounds reasonable enough.”

“I have my moments.”

You expected a witty come-back, but it didn’t come. Ben was too busy struggling to swallow, to think, to breathe at all. He was staring at your lips again, studying their perfect curve and their colour, and the way he wanted to taste them again…

He looked into your eyes, trying to calm his racing heart and failing quite miserably.

“Can I kiss you?”

His voice was gentle, the one of confessions. You answered with a shy smile. He was blushing fiercely.

“I reckon that… if we’re doing this, then… you don’t have to ask anymore.”

A spark of mischief flashed in his gaze, curved up a crooked smile.

“You have no idea what you’ve just signed up for.”

“Really?” you asked back, your tone playful now.

“I love kisses. An awful lot.”

“Good, I love them too.”

His smile faltered for a second, long enough to make you frown.

“I know I’m a little… too much sometimes. A little… all-over-my-girlfriend kind of guy. You can tell me if it bothers you.”

But you looked at him as if he were crazy.

“Why would I be bothered to be loved on?”

“I… I don’t know.”

You narrowed your eyes a little.

“Did Julia dislike that about you?”

Ben swallowed thickly, but couldn’t find words to speak. He merely nodded instead.

You shook your head.

“I hope we never meet this woman, because I feel myself getting closer and closer to manslaughter every time I learn something new about her.”

Ben exploded with laughter at that.

“She wasn’t that bad.”

“She sounds awful.”

He shrugged.

“She wasn’t. I just… I’m too much sometimes.”

“Well, you’ll learn that I’m very clingy as a girlfriend. So… I’m not the one who’s going to complain.”

He grinned.

“Good to know.”

“Indeed… but, Ben?”

“Hmm?”

“You were supposed to kiss me, remember?”

Ben chuckled, but his hold on your face tightened, becoming firmer, and he gently guided you closer.

“How could I forget that?”

The next second, his lips were on yours, their movements slow and unhurried, certain, steady. A promise to give you a thousand more of these…

And as you melted against him, as you lost your fingers through his hair, as you deepened the kiss, the only thought your brain could form in its delirious state was that you longed for these thousands of promised kisses already.

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Taglist :@reg-arcturus-black @sergeantbuckybarnes @wolfmoonmusic @idek-what-to-put @kpicard @rhapsodyonthethames @friendly-philosopher

#ben barnes #ben barnes x reader #ben barnes x you #ben barnes x y/n #ben barnes fanfiction #ben barnes series #ben barnes fanfic #fanfiction #fanfic #writing #series

[applestorms]

clawed my way through (some of) the epilogues and hs^2 again for dirkjake crumbs and i think there is a Genuine place for ultimate jake to fit into canon (or at the very least, lord jake english) since meat timeline jake never actually shows up visually in hs^2 and his final appearance in that timeline (minus a phone call or something w/ roxy? or was it kanaya fuck) is giving ult. dirk his spaceship and then proclaiming his undying love while desperately trying to get dirk to let him join him, to which dirk responds that he’ll “never let [jake] break [his] heart again” (ch39). agony.

two interesting things about the end of his arc in meat actually: for one thing, it’s kinda implied that along with giving dirk a spaceship, he also gave dave/karkat/roxy/kanaya/etc a spaceship to chase after him, so he’s at least taken some action to try to stop him. again though, we never see him after that point so like. the idea that he could just hope himself into becoming an ultimate self in the background is actually kind of a possibility?? like while the others try to chase dirk down, jake is figuring out how to brute force himself into ascension as a backup plan. second thing, dirk is very snarky in the narration about the fact that this dramatic goodbye he’s giving jake is the last time he’ll ever get to see him (jake see dirk, i mean) but ult. dirk also seems to lack power against alt. calliope when they fight over the narrative so jake ascending would actually pose a serious threat and might be able to override that, assuming dirk’s power over the narrative extends that far in the first place (thinking about that post talking about how narration is also a reflection of characters’ thoughts…)

candy timeline jake is also pretty interesting since he very notably starts being advised by BGD to be a kind of spy on the inside against jane’s. whole thing in that timeline. i actually completely cannot remember what jane does in the meat timeline, i think also some presidency bullshit, right?? that’s what the davekat thing was about??? but anyway BGD sounds pretty normal in all his dialogue, or normal for BGD at least, and is aware of both the game over timeline and ult. dirk’s bullshit enough to make fun of it so. idk maybe i’m just misunderstanding how ultimate selves work, but the fact that BGD wasn’t really “integrated” into ult. dirk feels significant to me, especially considering the fact that we can see caliborn/LE’s influence on ult. dirk so much (his narration in ch39 gives AR too, frankly, like the epilogues are obvs way more openly horny than hs proper but AR was always kinda like that too, especially about jake). hs^2 also ends super abruptly with some lore shit i skimmed half heartedly between calliope, roxy, and john again talking about his initial decision between candy and meat. that whole conversation pretty deliberately frames the decision between meat and candy as being parallel to terezi’s coin flip about whether or not to kill vriska, and roxycallie even tell john straight up that he needs to get vriska again to fix the story, perhaps assuming that’ll work again since it did when he was retconning the timeline? but imo, though maybe i’m biased cause i didn’t really review what vriska does post-canon again, it seems more fitting to me that jake would be the one to fix the bullshit timelines, considering 1. dirk is the one going bananas out of his fucking mind w/ control of the narrative, 2. thematically, pumpkins are the most logical, healthy alternative to meat and candy, fitting since caliborn explicitly aligns dirk and jake’s color scheme with them in the smut-drawing conversation and since (in the same breath) he establishes that he hates them and prefers meat/candy. but that’s getting into sherlock secret final episode levels of conspiracy, and i’m not sure i’m ready for that one

#hs #astronaut rambles #i really hate the concept of an ultimate self actually have i mentioned that before #it kind of just feels Bad like #ok weird parallel but you know how it kind of sucks major ass that all of those *other* sons of dio are introduced in jojo pt 6? #cause it takes away from giorno’s significant kinda #it’s like that this idea of an “ultimate” self just kinda #implies that the true version we’ve been following isn’t actually the truly authentic one #which idk i just dislike that #like it works for davepeta (ish) but. for dirk? #when his whole thing is that the true dirk is different from his splinters? #how’s that joke go again? #‘oh shit it sucks that we have all this organizations. we need to make one to unite them all!’ total organizations: +1 #how tf did i write actual quotes in the tags earlier jesus #okay 3 am i need to sleep now nobody read this ok promise kisses #dirkjake

[exitsuguru]

hi i didn’t know where to post this so i wanted to just put it here in the Void.

spoilers ahead!

satosugu are created as two halves of a whole, “one cannot exist without the other”, suguru died and it makes sense for satoru to be dead. but, everything so far suggests that satoru could be revived, this goes against the whole satosugu can’t exist without each other thing bc if one is dead the other should be too, right? WRONG!

a lot of the discourse around kenjaku and his cronies is about the soul and the body, which one comes first etc, and we see that the soul is evidently still in tact regardless of the body when suguru has that reaction to satoru calling his name. same w sukuna using megumi’s physical body to weaken his soul when he kills tsumiki, and transferring satoru’s attacks to megumi’s soul, we can see that the soul is capable of overpowering the body. also, both sukuna and kenjaku’s powers manifest through other people’s physical bodies, they cannot transcend the soul so they’re very limited in what they can do already! anyways, back to satosugu, if one cannot live without the other and one is supposedly going to be revived.. then wouldn’t the likeliness of suguru (the soul) taking control of his body increase?

i wish i could apply this to megumi but sukuna taking his original form makes it seem impossible bc his soul essentially took over megumi’s physical…

i’m adding to this bc in the recent chapter (241) kenjaku gets deja vu (?) from takaba bowing to him in a full bow (dogeza), this memory isn’t part of his own memories but of suguru’s. he recalls it as a memory of his 20s, this aligns with suguru being leader of the renewed star plasma group. suguru would force the members to bow to him in a full bow (dogeza)! now i know that kenjaku can access memories of the body, but he has always recalled them as memories of them, never as memories of his own. in that particular scene, he seems confused as to who’s memory it really is.

adding to this again! suguru’s cursed technique is to absorb and manipulate curses, kenjaku essentially is a cursed spirit that can take over people’s bodies. suguru could be using his innate technique to absorb kenjaku and rid him of his body. i think he could be slowly ingesting him which is why we saw that little slip-up in 241!

if you see this pls respond i want to talk to someone abt this! and don’t hate on me this was just a thought 😅

#jjk spoilers #jjk #geto suguru #gojo satoru #satosugu #kenjaku #megumi fushiguro #jjk theory #jjk leaks #sukuna #jjk 241

[toaster-trash]

Why do you hate Oscar Wilde?

HAHAHAHAHahhAh I’m sorry I despise that man and I’m going to take any opportunity I can to rant about it so absolutely NO harm to anyone who likes his books or his work in general, if you do, completely fair enough and by absolutely all means enjoy reading them

The AUTHOR though, so, yes, the obvious first, the man’s just a nonce through and through. I have done a lot of research into his trial, (sources being The Trial of Oscar Wilde: From the Shorthand Reports (1906), and famous-trials.com, compiled by Professor Douglas O’Linder from UMKC School of Law, mostly aligning with the shorthand translations of the testimonies from the prior source referenced, yet with a few details not included in the 1906 publication to my knowledge.) and no, the guy wasn’t just thrown in prison for being a “homosexual didn’t you know old chap?✨” but because he slept with a very large amount of young boys while he was in his 30s, some as young as sixteen or eighteen. Noncery! Who knew thatd get you thrown into prison for two years!

20 year age gap not convincing enough? Have some quotes directly from Mr. Wilde himself!

C—A man never corrupts a youth?

Wilde—I think not.

C—Nothing could corrupt him?

Wilde—If you are talking of separate ages.

C—No, sir, I am talking common sense.

W—I do not think one person influences another.

C—You don't think that flattering a young man, making love to him, in fact, would be likely to corrupt him?

W—No.

WILDE.

"I think the writer's meaning is quite unambiguous. The love he alluded to was that between an elder and younger man, as between David and Jonathan; such love as Plato made the basis of his philosophy; such as was sung in the sonnets of Shakespeare and Michael Angelo; that deep spiritual affection that was as pure as it was perfect. It pervaded great works of art like those of Michael Angelo and Shakespeare. Such as "passeth the love of woman.' It was beautiful, it was pure, it was noble, it was intellectual-this love of an elder man with his experience of life, and the younger with all the joy and hope of life before him.'

Ah, Ancient Greek comparisons. We all know how non-noncey the Ancient Greeks were.

Wilde—Yes. I would become friendly with any human being I liked.

C—How old was he?

Wilde—Really, I do not keep a census.

C—Never mind about a census. Tell me how old he was?

W—I should say he was about twenty. He was young, and that was one of his attractions.

There’s more where that came from, but feel free to do more research into the sources I referenced if you want to read more. And if hearing from Wilde himself wasn’t enough, let’s hear from some of the hotel staff from when he was staying over.

“I found it necessary to call the attention of the housekeeper to the condition of Mr. Wilde's bed. The sheets were stained in a peculiar way. On the third morning of his stay, about eleven o'clock, Mr. Wilde rang the bell for the housemaid. On answering the bell I met Mr. Wilde in the doorway of No. 361, and he told me he wanted a fire in his own room, No. 362. There I saw a boy of eighteen or nineteen years of age with dark close-cropped hair and a sallow complexion.”

“One morning on going into the room-| entered after knocking-| saw someone in bed. At first I thought it was a young lady, as I saw only the head, but afterwards I saw that it was a young man. It was someone about sixteen to eighteen years of age. Mr. Wilde was in the same room dressing himself. He told me he felt so much better that morning and that, as he was very busy, he could not stay to have the treatment. I never attended Mr. Wilde again.”

And quickly, a testimony of one of the witnesses, Edward Shelley:

Mr. Wilde's conversation was principally about books and myself. Mr. Wilde said, "Will you come into my bedroom?" I did not know what he meant. As I went into the room Mr. Wilde kissed me. He also put his arms round me. I had been taking a lot of wine. I felt insulted, degraded, and objected vigorously. Mr. Wilde said he was sorry and that he had drunk too much wine. I stayed the night and shared his bed. Mr. Wilde saw me next day and again kissed me and there was a repetition of the previous night's performance. Mr. Wilde said he could get me on, and he invited me to go with him to Brighton, Cromer and Paris, but I did not go.

As well as all that, I generally find him to be an insufferable prick who is completely submerged in his own self righteousness that every odd quote I hear from him is another case of him proclaiming his own wit and genius, and every bloody character he writes is just an excuse to project his ideas in the most up-his-own-ass way he possibly can. He’s a narcissist and a prick who uses a veil of moral superiority to get away with ranting about his own beliefs through the eyes of the antagonist. He said something alone the lines of “I wrote Lord Henry to be who the world thinks I am ;)” No, Lord Henry is WHO you are, because when you were in that bloody courtroom YOU were the one ranting about the beauty of youth in young boys and the non-existence of immorality. Painting him as the antagonist was only a half assed attempt to throw the reader off or, frankly, probably even just for shits and giggles or so he could lean back in his smoking jacket, opium-tainted cigar in hand and think about how clever he is.

So yeah, I fucking despise Oscar Wilde. Narcissistic, self righteous dickhead and nonce. And apparently anti-Semitic, although I haven’t looked into that one to confirm if it’s true, but I wouldn’t be remotely surprised. And the nerve the Irish government has to pardon him for his crimes a hundred years later 💀 “oh his pardon stood for all gay men persecuted in that time and for how far we’ve come in progress today!” Then pardon an innocent gay man who wasn’t a fucking self centred nonce, my bisexual ass was raised in a very homophobic household and I’d rather go back to listening to a hundred “homosexuality is a vile distortion of purity and virtue in the eyes of God” rants than be associated with a man like Oscar Wilde as my symbol of fucking “progress”. Frankly, I’m glad he’s dead and I hope he rots

#gothic lit #classic literature #gothic literature #goth lit #classic lit #oscar wilde #Oscar Wilde hate club #the picture of dorian gray #(sorry) #like I said if you enjoy any of his books on their own feel completely free to do so #but also please be aware of the author before posting a hundred bloody “Oscar Wilde is an icon <3 posts.