#mostly by giving me courage to Throw Things Away

[septembersung]

The clean out and revamping of the studio continues. Today it was “hey this thing you’ve been using as an organizer on the back of the door doesn’t actually work; let’s put all this yarn etc in boxes”

I am torn between joy over a working door, unease because when things are in boxes I forget about them, and chagrin that I’ve rarely used these particular materials despite looking at them nearly every day.

#to be fair to me one reason I’ve rarely used it is as the quote unquote multipurpose room the studio has been frequently too messy and #generally overrun to do any projects in at all #my life #the studio will no longer be multipurpose. it will be yarn hours all the time #except when it’s fabric hours #one of my best friends used to be a professional organizer. like helping hoarders #she’s holding my hand through this entire process #mostly by giving me courage to Throw Things Away

[ltbarnes]

Back to December (2/2)

Summary: Your new job as an assistant for the CEO of a big, shiny company was supposed to be a good thing. Instead your ex from uni who completely ghosted you out of nowhere several years ago happens to be one of your superiors. It doesn’t help that he’s only gotten more handsome over the years. But you hate him for leaving without an explanation, and he seems to hate you too. Everything is just fucking great.

Pairing: ex!Simon “Ghost” Riley x fem!reader

Word count: 7k

Warnings: OFFICE AU (Ghost is not ceo but he’s up there in the company somewhere), exes to enemies to lovers, harassment, past emotional violence/threats, blood, smut (p in v), oral (f receiving)

A/N: Took me a few weeks but it’s finally here ;) you guys don’t understand how happy it made me when so many people loved the last part!! makes me so excited to write more for the cod fandom! (I have not proofread this because I was too excited to publish it so there might be errors and weird stuff lol)

Part 1

Masterlist

The car ride is quiet. He glances your way whenever you wince. You watch his hand gripping the stirring wheel tightly, fingers drumming along anxiously with the faint beat of a song coming from the radio.

It's a nice car. Like, you would not afford this even if you saved up for years. You knew Simon was influential in the company, but this...it almost scares you. He's fucking rich. Probably going to laugh at you when he pulls up outside of your apartment building.

This is the first time you have ever been in a car with him. You wish things were different. Mostly that your eyes weren't so puffy from crying. And that he wasn't your ex and you weren't working together.

A red light forces him to slow down into a stop, the only sound now being the wind picking up pace outside. It's so quiet for a few seconds that you barely have the courage to breathe.

"Why did you fuck up my entire office? Whole day was ruined," Simon speaks from nowhere. Your lip twitches, fighting the urge to smirk despite the pain tormenting you.

"How'd you know it was me?"

"Of course it was you. No one else in there knows that I'd have a bloody breakdown over my files being out of order," he mutters.

You let out a quiet chuckle, shaking your head. "It was petty. But...I was mad. About the coffee-thing." Your voice grows softer with each word, merely a whisper by the end.

Simon clears his throat, shifting in his seat. "Yeah, uh...not my finest moment."

A thick silence falls over the car once more. None of you dare to talk about the thing that actually needs to be brought up, the dark cloud hanging over your shared past. You are not really mad at each other over coffee.

The drive takes much longer than usual because of the heavy rain. You're shivering despite the heat being on. It's been thirty minutes once the wheels slow down right outside of your apartment, and you instantly move to get out after throwing a sincere 'thank you' his way. It's all you can muster.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Simon asks, not even making an attempt to answer to what you were saying.

"What do you mean?" You stop, looking over your shoulder with one hand on the door. You just want to go inside, away from his gaze before it all gets too much.

Simon unbuckles his belt, getting out of the car. Rounds the entirety of it until he's opening your door, leaning down to look at you with a frown.

"You're hurt, for fuck's sake, Y/n. You can't take care of that yourself, no way."

You sigh out of frustration, shaking your head while looking away from him. "Why are you being nice to me, Simon?"

That seems to halt him in his actions. Simon blinks, pauses for a few seconds, before opening his mouth again. "Don't know. But I'm in a chipper fucking mood, so just let me get you out of the car, okay?"

You huff, giving no protest as he takes a hold of your waist to assist you out onto the curb. "You're not in a good mood..." you mutter under your breath. He just scoffs.

Simon sits and waits for you in the kitchen as you wrangle yourself out of your wet clothes into an old sweatshirt and a pair of pyjama shorts. For much too long you stand in front of the mirror, staring at the newly formed bruise on your upper arm. You have to take a few shaky breaths to force the tears back before you limp back into the kitchen.

This outfit of yours is the last thing you want to wear around him, but it's what the situation requires. But did you really have to be so dramatic and fall onto your knees before? This is going to take weeks to heal. And now you have Simon sitting on your chair waiting to patch you up. Simon.

"The first aid kit is in the bathroom, I'm just gonna go get—" You point with your thumb.

He's on his feet before you even have the chance to finish the sentence. You barely even processed the fact that he's discarded his suit jacket and shirt, now walking around your home with a white tank that does no good job at hiding his fucking massive muscles. His arms are covered in tattoos that he definitely didn't have when you last saw him. Fuck.

Simon returns just a minute later, already rummaging through the box for...something. You don't really know what's required for a wound like this. He was right about you not being able to take care of it yourself, which you hate. Loathe, actually.

"Sit down," he tells you, dragging out a chair from the table as if you are his guest and not the other way around. The strangest thing is that you listen, without a single protest. He seems to still have that power over you.

You can't take your eyes off of him as he kneels down, grabbing a hold of cotton and some liquid-thingy you didn't even know you had in that kit.

"Is that gonna hurt?" you ask, his hand one inch from touching your knee. Simon sighs, blinking as if he's going to lose it soon.

"Well, what do you think? It's alcohol in a bleeding wound. Of fucking course it's gonna hurt."

You grimace, biting your cheek, before inching back just slightly. "Then I don't wanna do it," you whisper.

"Oh, for fuck's sake. Grow up for once, will you?"

"What do you mean ‘for once’?" you seethe, retracting yourself entirely from his proximity as he rolls his eyes.

"Well, c'mon, what you did today was just...fucking childish." Still sitting on his knees, but it feels like he's towering over you the way he speaks.

"Uh—like you acting like your coffee was cold when it clearly wasn't just to humiliate me wasn't childish too! You started it!"

You rise to your feet, turning away from Simon out of frustration.

"Sit down, Y/n."

"No! I won't...let you in my apartment to order me around and...and—"

"Just sit down," he seethes, getting up to his feet. Now he's really towering over you. You hate it.

You continue walking away towards your bathroom, letting out a wince as you put too much weight on the bad knee. You keep walking anyways.

"Y/n, for fuck's sake!" Simon follows you. He could have been ahead of you if he wanted to already, but he stays behind for some reason. "Why won't you listen to me?"

His yelling makes you turn around with so much anger in your expression. But the anger can't hide the tears pooling in your eyes—nothing can.

"Because you left me!"

Silence. Thick, anxious silence as he stands there dumbfounded. His chest is heaving from your altercation.

"You left me without a single word, Simon! Not even a fucking hint!"

His previous stunned silence turns into a bitter chuckle, one hand on his hip and the other running over his chin as he shakes his head. You see the change in his eyes—irritation turned into real anger.

"Not a hint, huh?" he scoffs. "You could've given a fucking hint that you were sick of me before you went and fucked Graves and half of his team behind my back."

All of a sudden the roles are switched, and you're the one stunned silent. A person who can barely process the words you just heard—did you hear right? Could Simon ever say that to you?

"I was so happy that night. Just wanted to celebrate with my team and my girl—searched the whole party for you, you know?" Simon shakes his head, still that cold, deprecating chuckle on his lips. "And then I find you eating up Philip fucking Graves' face and two of his friends. Fucking two of them, Y/n!"

Agressive flashes of fear-filled memories attack you along with the line of Simon's retelling of that night you go back to so often. Of what you could have done differently, of the anger you felt that he just had to make things worse. Water was up to your neck, pressing on your lungs, and his abandonment pushed your head under the surface.

"You get your fucking boyfriend to back down or we'll leave your pretty body half-conscious on his doorstep."

"Please, just let me go. I'll talk to him, I promise. Please." You were sobbing, the emotions heightened by the vodka in your bloodstream.

"Such an obedient little puppy, huh? No wonder he spends all his time fucking you instead of hanging out with the team." Philip's laughter filled the room, looking over his shoulder to his friends who found just as much amusement in the situation as him.

"Nothing to say, huh?"

Simon's voice shatters your deep train of thought with the sheer bitterness behind it. It makes the tears fall faster.

"You...you saw that?" you ask weakly, your voice frail as if you have been crying for hours. Your arms come up to shield yourself from the invisible presence of them, hugging your torso as if it helps.

"Yeah. Yeah, I did. It was fucking hell, seeing the girl you love cheating on you with three guys. So I'm sorry if I've been acting like a bloody prick, but I can't just pretend I'm not still so fucking angry at you. Don't come crying here saying that my behavior isn't justified when you know damn well why I'm mad at you."

All these years. So many sleepless nights obsessing over every detail of your behavior during your relationship, and this is the answer. You have been so angry at him over leaving, and you never thought you would understand why. But you do, and it breaks your heart even more.

Blood is smeared all over your leg as you look down, and that still doesn't hurt as much as the fact that Simon has gone around for years hating you, thinking that you cheated on him. You loved him so much. Betraying him is the last thing you ever would have done. You understand Johnny's reaction now too—he thought you cheated on his best friend. That's not something you just forgive. It's your job to be mad at the people who wrong your friends.

But a nagging voice in the back of your head tells you to be angry. Simon walked past that dark bedroom, saw what was happening, and left. He could have saved you. It's an unfair thought to have. You can't be upset with him for misunderstanding. He couldn't have known about the threats dealt out in that room, or that the passionate kisses he witnessed was in reality seething, harsh words and a much too up and close Philip Graves. But it still hurts. Still haunts you, having three massive rugby players crowding you in and promising to beat you to a pulp.

A loud sniffle comes from your lips, drying the tears away from your face with the back of your hand. Blinking to rid yourself of the water on your lashes. You have to tell him. Simon looks about ready to leave.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry," you say breathily. Your voice cracks in the middle of it.

"Sorry?" he shakes his head, lifts his eyebrow as if assessing the word. It's clear that's not enough for him.

"I'm sorry you thought I cheated all this time. I understand why—" A hiccup,"—I get why you left."

Your choice of words changes his demeanor. From hostile, clenched jaw with a fire simmering underneath the surface to hostile, clenched jaw and confused.

"I didn't kiss anyone, Simon. I didn't—I didn't do anything with Philip, or any of his friends." Broken words, distorted by the constant movement of your chest and throat as your body desperately fights for you to let out the sobs. Not yet. "They wanted me to get you to quit the team, and I couldn't...I couldn't fight back. Not against all of them."

Nostrils flare, lip is bitten down on. A veiny hand runs over a mouth. Blinking. Hands shake with contained...fury? You don't know who it's directed at.

"What the hell are you trying to say?" he seethes, taking a step forward that makes you take one back.

"We weren't kissing. They were threatening me. Said I'd be left on your doorstep bleeding and bruised if I didn't convince you to stop going after the Captain position. I was so scared, Simon," you say, voice cracking pathetically on the last sentence.

He’s quiet for much too long. You can’t read him, standing there so exposed and vulnerable and he’s silent. That’s why his outburst is so sudden.

"Fuck!"

You flinch, inching backwards as Simon turns around yelling. Not once have you heard him scream this loud. So you stand there, rooted in place, tears streaming down your face as he tugs at his hair with his hands. His chest heaves as if he just ran five miles.

You tremble too. The first sob comes out. It's a sad, pathetic sob that you try to muffle with the sleeve of your sweatshirt. Futile. Simon turns around. You can't see his expression through the blur of your tears.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," you repeat, burying your face into the palms of your cold hands.

You almost jump as strong arms pull you into the tightest hug you have ever lived through. It's an urgent one, a desperate one. It's warm. Your cheek gets mushed against his damp shirt, hand encasing the back of your head as his chest rises up and down with his rugged breaths.

You lose the single crumb of composure you had left. If Simon wasn't a wall of a man he would have been dragged down with you as your legs lose the ability to carry you, just like in the alleyway. He notices anyway, slowly sitting the two of you down on the floor. Your knee is protected by a gentle hand keeping it from colliding with the hardwood.

"I am so, so sorry, Y/n," Simon tells you on a frail voice. It almost sounds like he's on the verge of crying too. You didn't know his voice could sound soft. "I am so sorry I didn't protect you. That I just—I just walked away. So fucking thickheaded—"

Your fingers clasp onto his shirt, tugging just slightly. It's your silent 'stop'. A reassurance that he doesn't need to blame himself. You understand.

"All these years I—I hated you for something you didn't even do. Fuck, I didn't even give you a chance to explain."

He shakes his head, his hold around you tightening subconsciously. It takes a few seconds before he realizes and softens again.

"Oh fucking hell. I got Graves suspended the day before 'cause I ratted him out to Coach about smoking fucking weed. Fucking shit, this is all my fault. I am so sorry," Simon croaks out. His voice will give in any minute to the guilt and frustration and anger and tears.

"Simon..." you whisper before sniffling, putting your hand on his chest. "Don't. Don't do this to yourself."

He shakes his head again. He will give himself a concussion soon from how much he's done it this night.

"It's not your fault. It's...it was horrible. But it was them, not you. Someone came and stopped it before they could do anything worse."

He takes in a sharp breath. You can almost feel the way his jaw clenches. "Anything worse? They put their hands on you?" he whispers bitterly. "Shouldn't have happened at all. I should have been with you earlier."

"Just some bruises from when they dragged me into that room. But I know you wouldn't have let it happen if you knew. Of course I know that, Simon," you say softly, sitting up just slightly. You don't know when your tears stopped. It's just your throbbing head and the runny nose left. "Simon, you were so protective of me. You cared so much—I know you would have stopped them if you knew. But you didn't know."

Dirty blond hair and his scruffy neck is all you're met with. He doesn't even look your way. And then he's suddenly on his feet, towering over your figure on the floor.

"You're still bleeding. Need to fix it."

You can't answer. Don't even have the opportunity to—Simon's hands sneak under yours arms and lift you up to a stand before you can open your mouth again.

"Simon..."

He keeps quiet. It's that brooding thing where he overthinks. Did it when you were together too. A lot. Simon carries a lot of guilt around, steals it from others and guards it safely within himself. You don't really know how he bears it all.

The sofa sinks underneath your weight as he slowly loosens his hold around your waist, placing you so gently onto the cushions. Might as well be made of glass to him. But then you think that it must be exactly how he views you right now—a delicate, frail thing who needs protection from any and every threat. You have already amassed cracks during the years, during the day even, and just one push will leave you to splinter.

Once again he kneels before you. This time you don't find it frustratingly hot. Now it's soft, a little sad even. There's a frown so deep in between his eyebrows you fear it might become permanent this time.

You don't say anything as you let him clean your wound. Maybe you hiss a little once the alcohol touches the broken skin, but make no move to protest. Simon might need this more than you. Okay, you don't want to die from an infection, but you could have done this with a lot less grace. You would have ten minutes ago.

"I still am, you know," he mutters after many, many minutes of silence. He's wrapping a bandage around your leg.

"What?" you breathe out softly, looking down at his concentrated frown.

"Protective of you," he answers. "I still care. Even if we're not together." Simon gulps, stops for just a second in his work.

"You are?"

His eyebrows rise for a second, corners of his lips threatening to tug upwards. "Didn't see me earlier in the lobby? I was gonna curse you out real fucking good. For my office."

"But you didn't."

"No. I couldn't, not when I saw that you were crying." His hand suddenly stops, resting on your good knee, before he looks up at you. "Why the hell were you crying, Y/n?"

Instantly you close off again, glancing away to escape that concerned expression that makes his eyes so dark and soft. It's an irresistible thing.

"Please, love. I need to—I need to make it better."

You pretend to ignore that Simon just called you love. Instead you focus on the fact that he's trying to compensate for that December night. For all the years you had a broken heart without knowing the reason why.

"Just...something that brought back some bad memories, that's all. Unpleasant encounter." It's practically mumbled, your answer, and you know Simon always hated when you mumbled. Wanted to hear your pretty voice loud and clear, he used to tell you.

His ever present frown grows impossibly deeper. Simon is speculating with himself, it's clear on his expression.

"With someone at work? Who bothered you, Y/n? Who the fuck made you cry?" he seethes, running his hand over his mouth as if to keep himself from saying something worse.

You shake your head. Your instinct tells you to dismiss it, say that it's fine. But maybe you shouldn't, for once. Just tell him that Shepherd actually said something that was far from okay. He was in the wrong. You shouldn't be the one to suffer in silence anymore.

"There was this—you know the man who always wears a Rolex and has the corner office? Shepherd?" you say meekly.

Simon's jaw clenches, but still his hand on your thigh is so gentle. "What the fuck did he do?"

"He...I ran into him on my way home. Collided right into his chest." You swallow air, looking down at the point of contact between you and Simon. "And he caught me. Didn't let go when I tried to go away. And he had this look in his eyes. Was so close, too. I couldn't breathe."

"Fucking hell," Simon groans.

"He said he just wanted to talk...but then he started commenting on my dresses. That he'd watched me 'strut around', as if I purposely put on a show for him, or something. Told me to come into his office on Monday and wear something nice so he would have something sweet to look at. I had to beg him to let me go."

"He the reason you've been clutching your arm the whole night?" Simon asks tensely, nodding down to where the bruise hides underneath your sweater.

You didn't even notice you did that. But it's sore when you move it. The answer to his question comes from your uneasy glance up at him that makes him close his eyes. You think it's to contain something—to calm down.

"He won't get fucking near you again, Y/n."

You gulp, blinking. "But he works there...he's one of my superiors."

"No. The fuck he isn't. He's not stepping a foot inside that building again."

"What?"

"Price will have him fucking murdered for even looking at you funny. Been looking for an excuse to get rid of him for years, and this...I'm so sorry, love. You shouldn't have to put up with that."

You shake your head, looking down to the point where Simon still has the bloodied cotton pressed against your knee.

"You would do that for me?" you ask softly, almost a whisper.

"Do fucking anything for you, Y/n. Would have even during all these years that I was too bloody stupid to reach out." With his hand on your thigh, he shakes your leg gently, enough to make you look him in the eye again. "You were my girl, you know? Swore I'd protect you from every fucker who even looked at you wrong, and not only did I fail at saving you from those fucking worthless pieces of shit who laid their hands on you, but I didn't protect you from myself. Will never forgive myself for that."

Simon's words makes your lower lip tremble again, and you let out something akin to a whimper and sigh before speaking.

"None of that is your fault," you say. "Even though I would've appreciated if you talked to me before just leaving back then, I understand why you didn't. If it was the other way around and I thought you were out with three girls, I would've been crushed. Wouldn't be able to look at you again without breaking into sobs."

He raises his eyebrows, shaking his head. It's clear that he doesn't take your words to heart, but there's still something in your statement that registers within him.

"You never told me that you cared for me that much." Simon clears his throat, as if the words are a lump stuck in his airways.

You sigh. You know it's true—you held back on saying those three words for months, thinking that the time had to be right and he couldn't possibly feel as strongly as you did. Then he broke up with you and you never got the chance.

"I wanted to. I wanted to tell you everyday, but I was scared that you wouldn't say it back."

Simon scoffs. "For fuck's sake, Y/n. I loved the shit out of you. Thought everyone could see that from the way I trailed after you like a lovesick puppy."

A bittersweet chuckle comes from your lips, shaking your head to yourself. Blinking away tears stuck in your eyelashes. "I should've told you sooner." It's a decibel away from a whisper.

Simon looks at you as if what will come out of your mouth is the most important thing in the world.

"I think I...I still feel that for you. A little bit," you admit. "It's pathetic that I'm still hung up on you after so many years, but it's hard, Simon. Seeing you everyday and not act like we used to."

"Don't you think I haven't wanted to bend you over my desk and fuck you every single day these past two weeks?" Simon seethes. "I've jerked off in the bathroom outside my office more times than I can count and literally cried like a pathetic jerk in Johnny's arms the first day you started work 'cause I was still so fucking hurt that you didn't love me as much as I loved you. I'm a grown ass man, Y/n, and it was years ago. That's how much you meant to me."

"You cried?" you ask breathily, your head empty except his words echoing. Bend you over my desk.

"I've sobbed like a fucking fool countless times over you. The weekend after I saw you—after I thought that I saw you with them—I went back to my mum's house and wailed like a baby into her chest." Simon chuckles, a bittersweet expression on his face.

"I'm sorry."

"No. None of that shit. I caused it. Should've just asked you instead of taking off. Wasn't man enough for you back then. I'm the one who needs to apologize."

You bite down on your lower lip, doing something akin to a nod as you glance away, out of the window.

"And now?" you ask. "Are you man enough now?"

"Careful, love..." Simon says, his voice strained.   "Don't give me hope."

"Hope for what?"

"You know damn fucking well what I'm hoping for," he answers gruffly. You gulp, lips parting to release a shallow breath. His brown eyes are nearly black, pupils blown wide from the intensity of his gaze. You know that look.

"Simon, you know I feel the same. You know it." It's nearly a whisper, what comes out of your mouth. Leaning forward just slightly, closer to his face where he's kneeling on the floor. "I already told you earlier that I still—"

Your back is pressed against the cushions of the couch as Simon surges up from his place on the floor. Calloused, tattooed hands grip your face gently as those pink lips you've dreamed about for the past two weeks devour yours desperately. Shuts you up real good.

"I've missed you so fucking much," Simon growls, a certain ferocity in his voice that makes him sound like a beast bowing only for his woman. He kisses you again. "Please. Please let me show you how fucking good I can be to you."

There's no real point in acting as if his words isn't the best thing you've ever heard. You're already panting and preening for him, so acting as if the answer will be anything but yes is futile. You nod furiously, holding onto his wrists.

"Yes. Please, Simon. Yes," you answer breathily, desperately.

The grunt coming from his chest makes your thighs clench together, resonating deeply within your core as the memories of how his touch felt all those years ago spark up every last nerv-ending in your body. Before you even know it, Simon has his large hands on your waist, lifting you up from the couch and sitting down himself. Your thighs straddling his, face to face and chest to chest.

"Ow. Simon, my knee," you say with a chuckle, leaning back enough to keep the pressure off your wounded leg.

"Oh, fuck. I'm so sorry, love. Are you alright?" he asks, an instantly guilty expression on his face. Didn't seem to pick up on the laugh from your lips. He looks like someone just kicked a puppy in front of him.

"I'm just fine, Si." Your hands come up to his face, feeling the stubble on his cheeks underneath your fingertips. "Maybe we shouldn't sit like this, though."

"We don't have to do this tonight. I'll wait for as long as you want me to," he tells you, pressing a chaste kiss to the inside of your wrist. It almost makes you cry. He always did that back in uni.

"I'll literally fucking burst if I don't have you inside me within the next ten minutes. We'll work around it. I don't care."

Simon chuckles. A sound that comes from deep within his chest, rumbling and warm and so familiar. It festers within you and sprouts, spreading safety and comfort through your blood. Makes you smile, genuinely. He stands up, your legs wrapped around his waist and his hands holding onto your thighs.

The bed sinks down underneath your weight as he lowers you down on the sheets, so careful to not touch your now patched up knee.

"Just as desperate for me now as you were then, huh?" Simon teases, his nose nuzzling into the crook of your neck as his massive frame hovers above yours.

God, your body remembers. It remembers him so well, surrendering to his rough, deep voice as it whispers into your ear. It's an instant thing you feel—safety and simultaneously giddiness. You giggle like a goddamn schoolgirl with a crush, sneaking your arms around Simon's broad shoulders as you nod.

"Mhm, I am," you admit. Without shame. "I've really missed you, Simon. I really have." Your words are softer than before, void of the teasing tone they previously held.

He sighs. Presses his chapped lips to the corner of your mouth, slowly moving down to your jawline, neck. Simon is the toughest, biggest man you know. Curses like a sailor and can snap you in half. But oh, he's so gentle with you. When he wants to, at least. You remember those nights when desperation overtook him, clothes ripping and the breath fucked out of you. And you loved those nights just as much as the ones where he would just trace his lips over your skin for an hour before even touching your by then sickeningly wet folds.

But after years and years of separation and an emotionally wrecking fight that finally led to reunion, gentleness and patience isn't high on your list right now. You want to rip his clothes off and taste him again and feel him inside of you and kiss him even more and touch every inch of his skin. Though, Simon keeps trailing his mouth down your neck, hand inching underneath the hem of your sweatshirt as he hums. The sound makes you giggle. Fucking hell you've missed him.

"Something funny, love?" Simon asks, raising a challenging eyebrow as he lifts his head from your skin.

"Just that sound. Been thinking it about it sometimes."

"Thinking about it, huh?" he probes, pushing your sweatshirt over your head, forcing you to raise your arms. A deep groan comes from his lips as the lace of your bra is revealed to him, the fabric delicate enough to show the outline of your nipple. "Oh, fucking hell. You tryin' to make me come in my goddamn pants, yeah? It's not nice."

"I didn't know you'd see my bra when I put it on this morning, Simon," you chuckle, gaze flickering down to see his frankly hungry gaze.

"Didn't put it on for someone else to see it, did you?" he asks, something akin to doubt in his eyes. Or maybe not doubt, but nervousness.

"No. There's no one else," you admit. "Haven't...been many others since you."

"Not for me either. No one is like you. Tried, but it was bloody useless. Fucking nothing is better than my sweet girl when she's wrapped around my cock."

His statement confuses you for just a second before his hand sneaks it's way underneath your pyjama shorts, cupping your pussy and feeling the embarrassing wetness already soaking your underwear.

"Let me taste you, love," he pleads. You're already squirming, bucking your hips against his hand in search for friction. All you can do to answer is nod, and the second after, your shorts are thrown to your bedroom floor.

"C'mon, sweet girl. Been without you for fucking years. You can give me one more. Just one more," he tells you, pumping his fingers into you deliriously, possessed by the squelching sound your slick and his digits emit.

It's been thirty five fucking minutes of Simon making you come on his tongue and his fingers and then his tongue again. He's currently on his second round of fingering the living breath out of you. You had forgotten how thick his fingers were, and now with those added years of use, more calluses and lines and wrinkles? You haven't been able to utter a full sentence in a good while.

"Holy..." Your head is thrown back onto the pillow, back arching as if you were in a porn video, thighs clamping down on his hand.

"That's my girl. There we go, there we go,” he mutters, in a trance by the sound of it and his lustful stare.

You have to push his hand away after almost a minute of him drawing out your orgasm by lazily continuing to pump his fingers into you, whining when it becomes too much.

“Insatiable fucker,” you mumble as you lay spent on top of the sheets, chest heaving and a light sheen of sweat on your skin.

And he hasn’t even been inside you yet.

Simon chuckles, that deep rumble that almost sounds like it scratches his insides in some way. A wet, shameless kiss is pressed to your thigh, before he stands up to his full length again. His poor knees must be aching after having been pressed into the floor for so long.

“Missed her. Can’t blame a bloke for wanting to spend time with his missus after such a long time, eh?” Simon teases, making you roll your eyes fondly.

“Just c’mere,” you sigh, smiling up at Simon again, the same way you did at 20. Or maybe not the exact same. Things have changed, you have changed. Simon has sure as hell changed. But it’s better. A deeper affection, a deeper understanding.

The blond giant climbs onto the bed, over you, hovering like a wolf ready to pounce yet a gentleness in his hold that draws away the sense of threat. His thumb cups your cheek, brushes over the skin under your eye. And then he kisses you, softly, something you didn’t he know he was capable of. Back then, it was always passion, urgency. Playful, desperate. This is longing.

You sigh against his lips, feeling his chapped skin and the stubble on his chin. It nearly brings tears to your eyes, the way you have this man over you again. It’s been so long and he’s dozens of pounds heavier with muscle, more tattoos on his skin and scars on his body. But he’s still Simon. And he’s yours.

“Condom? Please for the love of god tell me you have a condom,” he pleads, growls with need against the crook of your neck.

“In the drawer,” you giggle, stretching your arm out in its direction.

He wastes no time. His urgency makes him clumsy, makes you laugh even more, as he tries to tear the wrapper open with his teeth and fails. Gives you a warning glare that does no good job at hiding his fond amusement, while resorting to opening it with his hands like a normal person.

Simon’s hands close around the back of your thighs, pulling your legs up until they press against your stomach. His tip brushes against your wet folds, but his gaze is on your face.

“Ready for me, sweet girl?” he asks, the deep timber of his voice sending literal shivers through you.

You nod.

“Words.”

“Yes, Simon. Please. Wan’ you inside me,” you plead.

“Mhm, know you do, sweetheart.”

It’s all the warning you get before he grabs a hold of his cock, coating it in your slick, before guiding it towards your dripping hole. Your breath catches in your throat, a whine of discomfort coming from your lips as his thick girth presses into you inch by agonizing inch. And yet it’s so good. Fucking hell, you’ve missed it.

“Holy fuck, I forgot—“ you say, not needing to finish the sentence for him to know the sentiment. You forgot how big he was.

"God you're..." Simon growls, keeping still as he bottoms out, savoring the feeling of your walls stretching around his thick cock once again. "You feel even fucking better. How the fuck did I go without her all these years?"

Tears prickle the corners of your eyes. Don’t know if it’s from the sting, the longing, the pleasure. You’re still all pliant and sensitive from the multiple orgasms he drew out of your earlier.

Simon starts to move, rolling his hips slowly into you. Letting you feel every ridge and vein of his cock sliding against your walls, drawing rumbles from his chest.

“Not gonna leave this pretty pussy again, no. ‘S all mine. Needa’ apologize for keeping her lonely for so many years,” he mutters, more to himself than to you. The corners of your lips tug upwards.

“Simon,” you whisper, hands entangled into his hair. He tilts his head upwards, looking up at your face. “Fuck me.”

A pleased smirk grows on his face, raising an eyebrow. “Is that so, huh?” he asks, squeezing your thigh, before snapping his hips into yours.

“Oh, fuck…”

Your pathetic bed creaks as Simon bullies his cock into you, the filthy sound of your slick being pushed inside of you filling the room along with the grunts and whines from your mouths.

It’s like a switch turned on in his head when you told him to fuck you, because it’s nearly animalistic. There’s no class or precision in his sloppy thrusts, just desperation.

“Fuck, so sorry, love, but I’m gonna come,” Simon tells you, clenching his jaw tightly with restraint. His large fingers dig into the flesh of your thighs as he holds them up, his heavy weight flush against you to keep you in a mating press. Despite his words, there’s no shame in them. Just an apology. He wishes he could savor this, but it’s futile. His cock wants something else.

“It’s…it’s okay,” you manage to get out between his thrusts, a smile on your face while his movements grow increasingly sloppy and hurried. “Come for me, baby. It’s okay.”

“So fucking perfect,” he growls, while his thumb finds its way to rub tight circles on your clit. Damn it if he doesn’t make you come one more time. He needs to feel you clenching down on his cock like that. “Gonna make you come again, baby, I promise.”

Your hands paw at his broad back, digging into the chiseled muscles while your thighs wrap around him, bringing him in deeper.

It’s with his face buried into the crook of your neck that he comes with a snarl, heavy breaths likened to the ones belonging to a beast blown right into your ear. Despite his movements stilling, his softening length remains inside of you while his fingers flicker your nub deliriously.

“Uh-huh, I see you, I see you.” He grins, taking note of the bucking of your hips, the way your thighs attempt to press together as they squeeze around his waist.

“Simon,” you whimper, and that’s all it takes for him to press down a little harder, do it a little faster. You let go, mouth falling open in a soundless gasp.

“There it is. Look so beautiful when you come on my cock,” he tells you, and you swear you feel him harden again inside of you.

But when you come down from the high, laying there spent and panting, he pulls out so gently. Presses a kiss to the swell of your neck before climbing off the bed and discarding the condom in the bathroom.

“Simon, can you get me a towel?” you ask tiredly, watching his naked figure through the open door.

“Was already on it,” he tells you, stretching his arm out through the spring with the towel in hand, drawing a chuckle from your lips. “Have to take care of my woman. Can’t leave her all messy from taking my cock like the sweet girl she is.”

“You’re so crude,” you say through giggles, Simon walking back into your bedroom.

“Only around you, love,” he answers, kneeling on the bed to dry you off.

“That’s a lie. A big fat lie.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

The soft fabric drags against your skin, soaking up the trails of your wetness coating your inner thighs and your folds. So meticulous, careful with each movement. Neat-freak.

“I love you.”

His head tilts up, brown eyes keeping you still under his gaze. And then he smiles. Skin by his eyes crinkling, white teeth showcased, towel discarded onto the floor. He covers your body with his, arms sneaking around your waist to roll you on top of him.

“I love you, sweet girl. ‘S probably gonna be the death of me, but like hell if I’m gonna do anything else than love you,” he whispers, dragging the duvet over your bodies.

Your body goes soft, pliant, in his hold. Comfortable silence fills the non-existing space between you, his breathing the only thing you can hear. Your eyes almost shutter closed when Simon speaks up again.

"I am so fucking you in my office on Monday," Simon tells you, chin on top of your head, your cheek on his chest. You can't see his face, but you know there's a boyish grin on his lips.

You just chuckle tiredly.

"Mr. Price would literally kill the both of us if he found out."

"Tough luck, love. I'm having you on my desk. End of discussion," he teases, squeezing your hip gently.

"You're insatiable."

"And you're beautiful. And sexy, and gorgeous, and entirely fucking mine," he whispers, growls, into your ear. "So we're christening my office on Monday, yeah?"

"You're taking the blame if Price walks in."

"Gladly. By Monday afternoon, nobody in our office will have any doubts about who I belong to."

"Yeah?"

"Mhm. Future Mr. Y/l/n Riley. You better fucking believe,” he says. “Just gonna get Shepherd fired and gauge his eyes out first.”

“Simon.”

“Yes. Nobody fucks with my woman.”

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#cod fanfic #cod mw2 #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley #back to december

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for talking on the phone while shopping?

So this happened months ago but it still weighs on me when I’m reminded of it and I want to know if I was an asshole, if I’m being dramatic, etc.

For context I have PTSD and AVPD (avoidant personality disorder - think social anxiety, but much more intense, lifelong, and you can’t ‘cure’ it or really medicate it).

For a very long time I didn’t leave my house at all. The last year or so I’ve been really working on it and I can do small things like go to a nearby shop, but sometimes I still have bad days where I can’t do that without having someone with me.

I moved into a new place and it was ideally located, there was a small corner shop literally seconds from my front door on the same little street. It was the only store in that area so it was my only option and I was lucky it was so near. However because the area was unfamiliar it really set off my mental illnesses and for the first couple of months living there I couldn’t make myself go out of my home, needing my sisters (who are wonderful) or my partner to bring me basic groceries or go with me.

One day I wanted to take that step but I couldn’t make myself do it completely alone (trust me I tried, I was sitting for several hours with my jacket on trying to psych myself up to go). Eventually I asked my partner, who was too busy to come with me, if they could be on the phone with me while I went - this sometimes helps because it gives me something to focus on that’s not the people around me and lets me feel like I have a lifeline of sorts. They agreed and eventually I worked up the courage to walk to the store.

I got in and had the phone to my ear but was keeping my voice as quiet as I could, though I was the only person in the shop aside from the woman (maybe 50s-60s) behind the till, so I didn’t feel as bad as I usually would about disturbing other shoppers etc. I picked up basic stuff, got to the till, put the phone on mute and put it down on the counter so I could have my hands free to bag things up.

The woman was acting a little weird, just kind of short and giving me looks, but I was just kind of trying to get out as fast as possible so I didn’t think too much of it. I asked her if I could have a bag and she didn’t seem to hear me. Asked again and she said okay. After she’d scanned everything she scrunched up my receipt and went to throw it away and she noticed I was still hesitating, so she asked if I’d wanted to keep it and I said “No sorry I’m just waiting for the bag”

And she just. Blew up.

She started screaming about how maybe if I’d been paying attention to her instead of my phone I would have asked earlier, how I was rude, how it ruined her day to have customers like me. For the first few seconds I remember kind of weakly smiling because I thought she was being jokingly mad, because that’s how absolutely out of nowhere it was - just 1-100 in a second. I still remember the look in her eyes when she was shouting at me, like… I can’t even describe how much genuine anger and hatred was in her face, her eyes were twitching and she was genuinely shaking with anger. Raised voices and anger in general are one of my biggest PTSD triggers so this just… broke me. She was holding my groceries to her chest while I kept trying to reach for them so I couldn’t leave and I just had to stand there and let her shout. Another customer came in so I didn’t even feel like I could argue back so I just grabbed my stuff and basically ran home and then broke down.

I was completely back to square one and I felt like it instilled that I couldn’t leave my home and be independent because the first time I’d gotten the courage to go out mostly-alone this had happened.

I didn’t want to put in a complaint because I didn’t want to be That Person, but my mother ended up calling the manager on my behalf and after she followed up he said he’d spoken to her but no more detail than that.

For the rest of the time I lived there I didn’t go back to the store even with people except on hours I knew she wasn’t there, because my sister ended up asking around the area and someone told her they knew who she was talking about because she had a reputation of being “like that” and gave her her working hours so I could avoid her.

I eventually moved away again and didn’t need to use the shop anymore, but this was brought back again because a few weeks ago I was passing through with my sister and we dropped by so my sister could grab something, and the woman was there again stocking shelves. As soon as she saw me she completely stopped what she was doing to just stare at me, then started aggressively throwing the things onto the shelves before going back to the till. My sister would probably have said something if she’d been rude in front of her, but she was completely fine to her and served her politely.

I didn’t really realise how badly it was still affecting me until then because I was just standing frozen in front of the door waiting to be able to leave and my hands were shaking really badly.

So AITA for being on my phone in a shop and being rude? The reasons I think I could be TA are that she treated my sister perfectly fine, when I told family about it afterwards some of them said that in her defense being on my phone while shopping was pretty rude, and I got my mother to complain to her boss about her (even though I don’t think she got in trouble I think she was probably mad about this)

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

[mrghostrat]

dude. that reverse bnf fic sounds SO fucking good… the ideas u have cooking up in there… i’m excited just thinking abt it ASKFNKF

YAAAS THANK YOU

i had more thoughts today... thinkin of the ask i got about the "i'll always know the stain was there" scene and how i've never written that before. which. ofc. turned into more ace porn.

Aziraphale spills wine on himself at Crowley’s place. He’s resigned to throw the shirt away. Crowley, Mr minimalist clean freak, rolls his eyes and takes charge of cleaning it off. Aziraphale hesitates then takes his undershirt off too, and Crowley bluescreens. Aziraphale half-asks him, “I’d hate for it to be stained too. It might be an undershirt, but I’d always know the stain was there.” Crowley takes it as well, leaving Aziraphale shirtless in his house.

While they sit around and he scrubs on his homemade stain remover, Aziraphale sits a little shyly, clearly affected. His nipples are hard. Crowley gathers the courage to ask him if it turns him on. “What, you cleaning??” “No. Being exposed like that. The air on your skin.” Aziraphale hesitates because he thinks Crowley is calling him out on some kind of abnormal kink or fetish, so he deflects, “Is that some ace thing as well?” not expecting Crowley to say yes. Crowley sits next to him.

“For me anyway. It’s not the person who turns me on, it’s the touch. So, sometimes, that touch comes from unexpected places. Cold tile on my skin after a shower. Satin sheets.” Aziraphale noticeably shivers.

“S’why I like, personally… Being teased. Light touches; Chasing after it. That anticipation adds to the sensation.” He grazes a hand over Aziraphale’s bare arm and Aziraphale gasps. Crowley laughs at him.

“Ffs. No wonder you struggle getting off if you’re watching the same porn everyone else does. Probably Google Imaging boring old pin ups of girls in fancy bras—“ Aziraphale gives him a LOOK, so Crowley adjusts, “—Or, Boys in skimpy briefs. What good’s that going to do if you can’t imagine how they’d touch you?”

Aziraphale is momentarily perplexed. “You know, I can’t think the last time anyone assumed me anything other than flamingly gay,” but it somehow doesn’t feel avoidant of the topic, he’s just so caught off guard by it.

Crowley’s suddenly a little annoyed, mostly at The World, but a little bit creeps in towards Aziraphale. “Assuming doesn’t help anyone. It only gets people confused about the boxes they’re meant to fit into. Bloody useless things, boxers. Er, boxes.”

His fingers have been dragging idly up and down Aziraphale’s thigh the whole conversation.

He stops when he realises Aziraphale’s hands are strategically placed in his lap. Crowley stops. Apologises, didn’t realise what an effect he was having, he just wanted to make a point—

But Aziraphale hasn’t felt like this in such a long time. He’s worked himself off, but nothing’s compared to this feeling of anticipation and bone deep arousal. He somehow finds the words to ask if Crowley would keep going. Show him what kind of touches he likes, maybe it would be informative. Crowley gets him off on the sofa, teasing and working him to a climax that has him death gripping Crowley’s arm and whimpering into his neck.

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Later, hours or days later, Aziraphale is watching Crowley move around the house, maybe in his pants or a towel or something, but being totally innocuous. As innocuous as Aziraphale’s voice when he pipes up, completely unprompted, “I don’t think I’m asexual, Crowley.”

“This again?” Crowley’s exasperation is fond.

“No. Sometimes the sight of you makes me want to… Pin you against a wall or something.”

Crowley freezes, a mental ngk that takes a few minutes to reboot him. He tries and fails to sound casual and unaffected when he says “Maybe you’re demi,” and keeps folding his laundry like Aziraphale hasn’t just shoved a hot poker into his brain.

“Mmm,” Aziraphale agrees, even though Crowley knows he doesn’t know what that means, but he’s too busy leching to follow up and ask.

#ask a rat #reverse bnf #bnf au #ratwips

[kpopscruggles]

Could you do sohee hard hours like the one you made for Anton I beg😢‼️

Why ofc I can babes!! 

REQUESTS ARE OPEN

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Sohee is the type to...have you wear his hoodies while fucks you and giggles at the mess between your thighs and your nipples poking through the hoodie as he plays with them. 

Sohee is the type to...lay on your stomach and just turn to kiss your inner thighs for the fun of it, and really likes feeling you jump a little or grow goosebumps under your skin 

Sohee is the type to...take in your scent while hes fucking you, the way this leads him to the edge is insane too him. He loves your signature sent and thinks nothing smells better 

Sohee is the type to...buck his hips a little every time you give him head because he gets so overwhelmed when you make eye contact with him while having his cock down your throat and giving him little gagging noises 

Sohee is the type to...send voice messages instead of texts when he compliments the nudes you send him “You look so pretty~ but why tease me like this baby?” 

Sohee is the type to...nibble at your bottom lip every time you guys' kiss just to feel your cushiony bottom lip between his teeth and finds it cute when you gasp in slight shock 

Sohee is the type to...sneak away with you somewhere to eat you out. Like let this man get courageous and he’s leading you to a corner and begging you to let him eat your pussy while already throwing your leg over his shoulder 

Sohee is the type to...put his hand in your back pocket or wrap his arms around you and running his hand under your shirt to tease but just says “I think your skins soft and warm, I wanna always touch it.” 

Sohee is the type to...buy you a necklace with his initial on it and every time he cums he will mostly aim for your chest so he can clean it off and get a good glance at the piece of jewelry 

Sohee is the type to...eat your pussy whenever he feels bored just because he thinks its the best thing he ever tasted and if you’d let him, he would do it every day just to show you how much he loves it. 

#riize hard hours #riize hard thoughts #riize smut #sohee smut #sohee hard hours #sohee hard thoughts

[yanderecrazysie]

Idealized Part 2 (Yandere Sugawara)

Requested on Quotev! The first part of this series was barely yandere, so I hope the second part’s better! 

Part 1: here

Part 3: here

Title: Idealized (Part 2)

Pairings: Sugawara Koushi x Reader

WARNINGS: Yandere themes

Summary: Sugawara Koushi seems to be completely perfect: good grades, talented athlete, responsible, and a total sweetheart. But, if he’s so perfect, why does your string of fate, that red string that warns you of the most dangerous person in your life, lead right to him?

AU Note: Some people have a “String of Fate” that, instead of symbolizing love like in soulmate AUs, leads straight to the most dangerous person in your life when you’re close enough to them. The string is invisible to everyone EXCEPT the person that would be in danger. Not everyone in the world has a string of fate but those that do have no idea in what way they will be in danger.

idealized

/adjective/

regarded or represented as perfect or better than in reality.

Sugawara scared you. Not just because of the red string of fate, but also because of how persistent he was in trying to gain your affection.

It had started out small- him trying to talk to you after classes, although you kept silent and hurried away, or him sending you smiles and waves that were never returned. This, at first, seemed only friendly, and not too ominous, had it not been for the red string, of course.

Then it had upgraded to phone calls. You had not, of course, ever given him your number, but still, he managed to get ahold of you somehow.

“Hey, (Y/n), this is Sugawara Koushi. I know you didn’t give me your number directly but-”

You’d hung up so quickly that your cell phone bounced out of your hands and hit the carpeted floor of your bedroom. You spent the rest of the night staring out your window and jumping at the movement of every little shadow, swearing that you could feel eyes on you.

Then came the love letters and gifts. Fluffy teddy bears of all colors and sizes, some holding hearts and some not, all mysteriously made their way into your locker. The letters weren’t as concerning, since someone could easily slip it through the slats near the top, but the teddy bears meant that your locker had been opened.

Around Valentine’s Day, he’d put a heart-shaped box of chocolates inside. This was the first thing from him that you actually considered keeping, but you remembered how gross some of those candies could be, and it was tossed into the school trash can like everything else that made its way into your locker.

The first flowers he’d laid on your desk were plain red roses. Beautiful, but overdone to the point of “nothing special”. When the next bouquet came to rest on the polished surface, you wished he’d stuck with roses.

After all, now you had to worry about how he’d managed to guess your favorite type of flower.

There was always a note attached to them and, though you’d resolved to throw them away without reading it, much like the letters, curiosity took hold of you only once.

“To my number one princess, may these flowers light up your day like you brighten up my life.”

You never read another note after that.

All throughout this time, Sugawara’s desperate attempts to speak to you continued. Unknown numbers continued to call you at all hours of the day and night, and you were sure that they were mostly from him. Avoiding him was proving difficult as well.

It didn’t take too long for the school to catch on that their precious role model had developed a crush. Girls “oohed” and “awwed” over the fact, finding it positively adorable that the gray-haired boy was head-over-heels for someone, even if it wasn’t them. His teammates always pushed him towards you, trying to help him “gain the courage” to talk to you.

If only they knew.

Cooing and encouraging turned to curt remarks and gossip whispered just loud enough for you to hear. “Who does that girl think she is, ignoring Sugawara like that?” “She’s so mean!” “Why won’t she even give him a chance? Doesn’t she realize how lucky she is?” 

Every day, you felt more and more like the outcast, to the point that you genuinely considered giving him a chance. But, as he approached you, that red string tied like a noose around your finger, and it had you skittering away from him.

Sometimes, he’d stare at you from across the cafeteria or school grounds with a thoughtful expression on his face. To you, it seemed like he was trying to figure out how to finally corner you somewhere.

You’d piqued his interest somehow and you hated it. Had you known how to stop him from becoming this way, you would have done it in a heartbeat. Should you have been calmer when you saw the string for the first time? Should you have been pleasant when he came to greet you at that table?

You couldn’t help your reactions- you were just a reactionary person. But perhaps that was the reason you were in trouble in the first place.

Another part of you, one you found much more soothing, reassured you that this was unavoidable, not your fault at all. If the string existed at all, then he’d eventually become a danger to you. Nothing you could do would stop him from becoming a monster, but at least you hadn’t caused it. 

Fate had.

You fiddled with your fingers, feeling very vulnerable home alone, wishing your mom would hurry up and get home from work already. Your skin crawled whenever you pictured a certain gray-haired male crawling through your window or knocking at your front door. He plagued your mind at night, especially, when you could no longer see anyone from the window.

You jumped when your phone rang, the contact “Mom” showing brightly across the screen. You took the call and cradled the phone close to your ear, smiling.

“Hello, princess,” an out-of-breath voice responded immediately.

Your heart froze. 

That wasn’t your mother, or even your father, on the other end of the phone.

It was Sugawara.

#yandere #yandere haikyuu #yandere one shot #yandere x reader #haikyuu!! #one shot #yandere sugawara #sugawara koushi

[munson-blurbs]

Hawkins Boys (Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader angst/fluff)

Summary: You work up the courage to ask Eddie to the prom, but he seemingly turns you down in favor of Chrissy Cunningham. How will he feel when you show up with Steve Harrington?

Warnings: language, sadness, Eddie is an idiot, brief violence, Chrissy is lovely as always

WC: 2.7k

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You:

Today is the day you do it. The day you face you fears, swallow your anxiety, and ask you best friend to the prom.

Eddie Munson is not a prom guy. He doesn't wear suits, he doesn't slow dance, and he probably wouldn't know romance if it smacked him in the head. But you've had a crush on him for ages, and you had to make your move. If he was going to fall for you, it would be on a night when you were dressed up and gorgeous.

He's sitting at the lunch table alone, waiting for the rest of Hellfire Club to come back with their trays of hot food. He nibbles at a pretzel, smiling when he notices you plunk down next to him. You fish two peanut butter sandwiches out of your bag and hand him one. You've been telling him that your mom insists on packing you two, but the truth is, you always make an extra one for him.

"We're almost done with this godforsaken place," you remind him. "You're gonna walk that stage and finally get your diploma."

"Can't come soon enough," he replies, taking a bite of the sandwich. "Told you all that '86 is my year!"

You giggle. "Would've been more believable if you didn't say the same about '84 and '85." He gives you a playful shove, making you laugh harder.

"Yeah, yeah," he mutters, but he's still smiling. "I'm gonna miss these sandwiches when you go off to college." He raises it for emphasis.

"I'll send you peanut butter so you can make your own," you tease, though the idea doesn't sound half-bad. You just imagine him opening up a package filled with jars of Jif.

He cocks an eyebrow. "I thought I was supposed to send you care packages," he says.

There's a brief silence before you begin to speak again. "Eddie?" you start, "would you wanna go to prom with me?"

Eddie:

"Would you wanna go to prom with me?"

Eddie feels himself freeze. He was going to ask you later today after Hellfire, but now he's caught off-guard. He wracks his brain for what to say.

Steve had given him advice, the same that he had given to Dustin: don't seem too eager, too desperate; keep it casual.

"Oh, uh..." he stammers, running his fingers through his coarse hair. "I dunno...I was thinking of asking Chrissy." There. That would throw you off until he could ask you properly.

He notices as your face falls, and while it makes his heart pang, he doesn't read too much into it. He's already planned how he's going to ask you to prom, and he'll make up for it then.

You:

Tears sting at your eyes when you hear that Eddie's asking Chrissy Cunningham to prom. It makes sense: she's beautiful, sweet, kind, and recently broke up with Jason Carver. You blink until your watery eyes clear, but you know it's only temporary. As soon as the Hellfire boys crowd the table, you quietly slip away. The tears start to fall when you burst into the girls' restroom; sobs make your chest heave.

How could you be so stupid to think that Eddie Munson liked you. You'd been friends for ages; if he wanted to take things farther, he already would have. You lock yourself in a stall until you begin to calm down, at least enough so that you can wash your face and look halfway presentable for your next class.

You're blotting your cheeks with a paper towel that resembles sandpaper when she walks in. Chrissy fucking Cunningham.

"Y/N!" she exclaims, worry evident on her pretty face. "What's wrong?"

"N-nothing," you lie plainly, buying time to think of an excuse. "Just overwhelmed with the idea of everything being...over." Mostly your fantasies of you and Eddie, but you omit that crucial detail.

Chrissy nods knowingly. "I get it. It's like, we're big fish in a little pond, and soon we'll be little fish in a gigantic pond." She manages a small smile. "At least we still have prom!"

Your voice catches in your throat, and you cough before speaking. "About that..." You're not exactly sure why you're doing this; maybe because you really care about Eddie's happiness, even if it kills you. "I think Eddie Munson wants to go with you. But he's shy about it--you should ask him."

Chrissy wrinkles her nose in confusion. "Me?" she asks. "I've, well, bought from him a few times, but I never knew he was into me."

You laugh. "Chrissy, you're the Queen of Hawkins High," you say gently. "It doesn't take much for the guys here to fall in love with you."

She blushes, tucking a strand of blond hair behind her ear. "Well, it's not like Jason's gonna take me anymore," she laments, "and Eddie's always been nice to me. Sure, why not?" She pulls you in for a quick hug before flouncing off.

Eddie:

Eddie's relieved when you leave the table; it gives him a chance to go over the plan with the rest of Hellfire.

"So remember," he states, "the goal of today's campaign isn't to win; it's to ask Y/N to prom. Got it?" He looks around sharply at his flock of sheep.

"Got it," they chorus, and he grins.

"Excellent," Eddie says, clasping his hands together. "Now, Sinclair, you're going to--"

"Eddie?" a polite voice breaks his train of thought. He glances over to see Chrissy Cunningham, ponytail swinging in its green scrunchie. "Hi!"

"Um, hi," he answers with a cautious smile. He's not totally opposed to dealing in the middle of the cafeteria, but he prefers the privacy of the woods. "What's up?"

"I was just talking with Y/N," she starts, and Eddie's heart leaps at the mention of your name, "and she said you wanted to take me to prom but were a little nervous to ask."

The other Hellfire members gawp, puzzled at what's unfolding in front of them.

"Anyway," Chrissy continues, "I'd love to go with you! Meet at my place for pictures around 5?"

Eddie sits, slack-jawed, which Chrissy mistakes for introversion. "Here's my address," she slips him a piece of paper and beams. "I really thought I'd have no one to go with after Jason, you know..." she trails off, thinking about her ex's infidelity. "So I really appreciate this." She presses a chaste kiss to his cheek and heads back to her table.

"Dude," Mike Wheeler says finally, "What. The. Fuck?"

Eddie buries his head in his hands. "Y/N asked me to prom, and I told her that I wanted to take Chrissy so she wouldn't be suspicious of my plan, but I guess she...FUCK!" He slams his fists on the table. "What do I do now?"

Dustin slaps a hand to Eddie's back. "Looks like you're taking Chrissy Cunningham to prom, hot shot."

You:

You drive directly to Family Video after school to visit your friend Steve, ditching Hellfire without a second thought. Keith doesn't work Friday afternoons, and you know Steve will let you hunker down in the break room while you throw yourself a pity party.

The tears start up again as soon as you walk through the door. Steve notices immediately, hoisting himself over the counter.

"What happened?" he murmurs, pulling you in for a hug. His eyes widen when you relay the story to him.

"That doesn't make any sense," Steve mutters under his breath, rubbing your back with his strong hand. Eddie had just come to him for advice about you, like, last week. He'd made it abundantly clear that he wanted to take you to prom. Steve hadn't a clue about what changed since then.

"It makes perfect sense," you choke out. "Chrissy is perfect. Everyone loves her; it's not like Eddie is immune to her charm."

Steve takes a deep breath. "I can take you to the prom, if you want," he offers. "I know I'm not your first choice, but at least you won't have to go alone."

You nod gratefully. "Thank you, Stevie," you hug him, smushing your cheek to his chest. "You're the best." The thought of watching Eddie and Chrissy slow dancing still makes you feel sick, but you feel safer knowing that Steve will be by your side.

~

Your stomach is in knots as you, Robin, Nancy, and Vickie crowd around your vanity, teasing hair and applying makeup. The four of you look incredible: Robin in a red pantsuit, Vickie in a matching knee-length dress, Nancy in a baby pink tulle gown, and you in an emerald dress that ends mid-thigh. You've never felt more beautiful.

Your hand shakes as you bring the mascara wand to your eyelashes, and Nancy notices.

"Nervous about seeing Eddie?" she asks knowingly, and you just nod. She sighs and takes your manicured hands in hers, squeezing them tight. "He doesn't know what he's missing. Chrissy's great, sure, but you two could be soulmates. If he's too dumb to see that, he doesn't deserve you."

You give her the best smile you can muster and go back to readying yourself.

Steve arrives right on time. He takes a sharp breath inward when he sees you make your way down the stairs. You'd been friends since you were kids, seeing each other go through all the awkward stages of life, and he always considered you to be a little sister to him. Tonight, with you in that dress, he's thinking different kinds of thoughts.

"Y/N, you look amazing," he tells you, sliding a corsage onto your wrist. You pin the boutonniere to the lapel of his suit jacket, giggling as you accidentally prick your finger.

"You look so handsome, Steve," you say truthfully. "Thank you so much for taking me."

"My pleasure," he says, losing himself in your eyes for a moment. He clears his throat suddenly. "All right, let's ship out!"

~

The gym is decorated beautifully; it's hard to tell that it's usually filled with the sound of squeaking sneakers and basketballs bouncing on the wood floor. You make your way to the dance floor with Steve, Robin, Vickie, Nancy, and Jonathan. You're swaying your body and having such a great time that you don't even notice Eddie walk in with Chrissy.

Eddie:

But he notices you.

You're the first thing he sees when he enters the gym, looking absolutely breathtaking in your green dress. Eddie watches as you take Steve Harrington's hand in your own, twirling around and laughing. It's then that he realizes that Steve's tie matches your dress--he's your prom date.

That son of a bitch gave me shit advice so he could steal her, he thinks angrily, clenching his fists. I knew he was still a douchebag. I shouldn't have ever trusted him.

Chrissy wraps her hand around Eddie's bicep, pulling him closer. "You good?" she asks.

"Yeah," he answers too quickly. "Actually, no. Chrissy, I-I think you're an amazing girl. But I wanted to bring Y/N; I got scared when she asked me and made up something about wanting to take you, and not that I don't, but--"

"Eddie, relax," she puts out her hands to stop his rambling. "I thought it was kinda weird when she said you wanted to take me. I mean, everyone can see that you're in love with the girl."

Eddie blushes, rubbing the back of his neck in embarrassment. "Is it that obvious?"

Chrissy laughs. "Do me a favor?" She waits for him to nod before continuing. "Go after her." The band starts playing a slow song, and Chrissy grins harder. "Perfect timing--ask her for a dance."

Eddie pushes aside his anxiety and turns to go find you. And he does--just as Steve leans over and pulls you in for a kiss.

You:

The band starts playing "Take My Breath Away" when it happens: Steve kisses you.

His soft, pillowy lips crash into yours haphazardly, like he hasn't thought his actions through. He gently places his hand on your forearm. You're too stunned to moved, and even more so when the kiss ends abruptly.

Or rather, it's ended by Eddie grabbing Steve by the collar, slamming him into the nearest wall.

Eddie:

"Harrington, what the fuck do you think you're doing?" Eddie snarls, shoving Steve so that his head nearly hits the wall.

"I could ask you the same thing!" Steve retorts. "Get your hands off of me and go back to your date!"

"The only reason I had to take Chrissy was because of your shitty advice," Eddie hisses, never letting go of Steve. "Telling me to play it cool, not to show too much interest. See how well that worked out for me."

"I said be aloof, not be an asshole!" Steve spits back. "Y/N asked you to prom--you should've said yes. Is she supposed to sit around and wait for you? After you straight up rejected her for the head cheerleader?"

And then Eddie finally sees it from your perspective. You worked up the courage to ask him out. You stood there while he seemingly chose Chrissy over you. You set him up with her, still wanting to ensure his happiness. And now you had moved on, moved on with Steve Harrington, and Eddie just had to accept that.

Unless he didn't. Unless he fought for you, like she should've been fighting for you this whole time.

"Where'd she go?" he asks, wide-eyed.

"Put me down, and I'll help you find her."

You:

You run out of the gym, desperate to escape the escalating drama. Footsteps echo behind you, and a male voice says, "There she is."

A large hand grabs your small one. You're pulled back, finding yourself face-to-face with Eddie.

"We need to talk," he says, his voice serious but gentle.

You shake your head. "Go dance with Chrissy and stop worrying about me," you tell him. "Please just leave me alone."

"I don't wanna dance with Chrissy," he says. "I wanna dance with you. I had this whole campaign planned out where I was gonna ask you to prom at the end, and all the Hellfire guys were in on it, but then you asked me and I panicked."

"I don't need your pity, Eddie."

"It's not pity," Steve interrupts, hands in his pockets. "It's the truth. He's an idiot, but he's an idiot who loves you."

"And you?" you ask quizzically, still confused about the kiss.

Steve chuckles softly. "I'm just an idiot who got caught up in the moment. I shouldn't have...I'm sorry."

"It's okay," you tell him, and he nods before starting to leave.

"Hear him out," he says before going back to the gym, jerking his thumb at Eddie.

You cross your arms over your chest as you turn to the metalhead. "It's really hard to be mad at you when you look so good in that suit," you admit shyly.

Eddie takes a step closer to you. "Remind me to wear suits more often," he jokes lightly,

"Or just stop doing dumb things."

He nods. "Noted." He turns slightly towards the gym doors. "Can I...will you dance with me?"

You grin. "Only if you tell me about that special campaign you had planned. Piqued my curiosity, I can't lie."

Eddie leads you back to the dance floor. You wrap your arms around his neck; he places his on the small of your back.

"So," you start, "that campaign?"

"Oh, right," he says, and you sense some anxiety in his tone. "Yeah, I'll tell you about that. But first..."

And then he kisses you, parting your lips with his own. You kiss him back, never wanting to break it.

It ends naturally, with Eddie smiling too wide to continue.

"What are you so happy about?" you tease, rubbing your thumb against his smooth cheek.

He presses his lips to yours again, more briefly this time. "You're finally my girl. Finally mine."

--

#eddie munson #eddie stranger things #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson angst #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x f!reader #eddie munson x female reader #eddie x you #eddie x reader #eddie munson stranger things #stranger things #eddie munson fanfic #stranger things fanfic #fanfic

[forestshadow-wolf]

Ok this might just be a me thing, but since soap is my projection baby it's also a him thing now.

So you know how sometimes there's just this person what could make like everything better no matter what. Like you could be haven't the worst day ever, someone spit on your hotdog kinda day, right? And then this one person comes along and just says hi, and immediately your bouncing up and down and smiling and giggling. But it's weird in a way that, after they leave you feel even more drained and worse than before they where there.

What if ghost is that person for soap. Like one day he's just having a terrible day. Just nothing going right, his hair was bothering him, he dropped his food at breakfast and lunch so he didn't eat, the recruits were being annoying, someone inventoried the demo. Supplies wrong and they actually had a lot less that was counted and now he's in trouble for it, and a million other little things, right? But whatever, you know? It's fine.

It's fine because then suddenly ghost is there, in the private 141 kitchen, grabbing himself a tea. Soap attaches right to him, bouncing along as ghost leaves. Suddenly it's a good day... until he gets back to his room that day.

He all but collapses on his bed as soon at the door closes. He can't muster up the courage to go take a shower, or even change out of his clothes. He just curls up on his bed, pulling the opposite end of the covers over him.

The next morning he just barely manages to call price and tell him he's not working the recruits that day. Doesn't give the reason, just that he's not coming in.

He's barely moved and he already feels worse than he did yesterday. Somehow.

Ghost comes by an hour later. Soap doesn't acknowledge him, almost hopes that if he acts like he isn't there than ghost will go away. God, look at him, can't even muster the energy to look at his favorite person.

He hears the door click shut, and it's a long moment before he hears anything else. Ghost doesn't say anything, doesn't touch him, hardly acknowledges him as he goes to sit at the desk. It's like he knows.

They stay like that for a long time, the only sound between them is their breathing. Mostly ghost's, even breathing feels like it takes work today. But still it's like ghost understands. It doesn't even feel like he's looking at the lump on the bed that is soap, maybe he isn't.

It's an even longer time before soap forces himself to throw the covers off. He knows the point of socially acceptable time has long long since past, but a for effort, right? It takes literally all of him to do that, and it leaves him feeling exposed, he wants to go back. He forces himself not to. Ghost still doesn't say anything, and soap finds that he was right in thinking that ghost wasn't looking at him, but he definitely knows that soap was up and moving.

He tries to force himself to say something, anything, play normal, but he can't. Ghost turns to him, and he freezes. A tray of food is silently pushed towards him. Even thinking about grabbing something from the tray takes work. Ghost picks something up, a grape, holds it to his lips. He takes it, chewing also takes work, and for some reason he feels awkward eating in front of him.

He pushed the rest of it away, somehow that was easier than pushing his covers off. It looks like ghost almost offers soap a drink of water, but stops himself. Ghost lets out a heavy breath, and goes back to not looking at him. Which somehow feels different from just a moment ago when ghost gave him the grape, not looking at him.

Ghost spends the rest of the day in his room, not acknowledging him. It's easy and hard at the same time.

The next day soap forces himself to take on his morning responsibilities, then leaves to his room again. And again ghost comes into his room an hour later. Food and drink in hand, he looks at soap.

He does manage more than a couple bites this time, and a small swig if water. Still ghost doesn't say anything, but he looks.

Today wasn't better. Or easier. But it was... less exhausting. And that's something. Sure he hadn't managed to shower, or do his hair, or change his clothes. But he pulled his covers off, he got out of bed, walked fown the hall, trained the recruits, ate some food, had a sip of water. Managed to be perceived. And that was something. And ghost didn't say anything, but it seemed like he understood. And that was something.

------

*not so eagerly waits for the psycho-analysis :(*

#look... we all have problems right? #i gave soap a bad day #he didn't deserve it but i did it anyway #el rambles #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #ghostsoap #soapghost #call of duty #cod #cod mw2

[raayllum]

Do you truly believe that Callum is the only best thing that's happened to Rayla?

I don't think Callum is the only good thing in Rayla's life, but I do absolutely agree with her sentiment that he's the best thing she's ever had / that's ever happened to her. This is for a few reasons (mostly only talking about arc 1 as that's the time she's referring to, but I'm also gonna be touching on S4/S5):

In Bloodmoon Huntress, the long time headcanon of post-s1-s3 fans that Rayla was a relatively friendless / lonely child was confirmed. This makes Callum and Ezran her first real friends, and while she's more likely to lean on Ezran for support (in arc 1 at least) initially than Callum is, Callum is still more so her peer (due to being similar ages) and is her first and main Best Friend. For that alone, I'd buy her statement.

Then there's the other ways Callum has changed her life. He is:

The person who inspired her to actively work towards breaking the cycle past the point of 1) believing it was right for Zym to return home and 2) to make up for her parents' perceived/failures mistakes, as seen most prominently in 2x07. This is something she is willing to die for, and while Rayla is (unfortunately) willing to die for many things, this is the cause she believes in and feels centred in: "Every fibre in my body is telling me that [leaving her] is wrong [...] It doesn't just feel like the right thing to do, it feels like the right thing for me to do. It's where I'm meant to be." ("Look at yourself, Rayla. Who are you? What do you stand for? Once you know that, you'll end up where you were always meant to be.") Someone giving you a much more positive worldview that aligns with your values and sense of rightness is certainly a big deal (and a positive one, particularly for someone who's struggled with hesitating over what feels right for so much of her life.

Callum is the first person in Rayla's life to love her wholly unconditionally. While Rayla is deeply loved by all four of her parents, and I've gone on record saying that Tiadrin and Lain didn't do anything wrong, arc 1 sees Rayla brush up against the lingering cultural hangups and choices that make her family's love for her feel if not outright be somewhat conditional. She is shunned by her village (condition 1), while Ethari says goodbye to her and embraces her he still turned his back on her (condition 2), Runaan was heavily disappointed in her betrayal of him/the mission and left her (condition 3), and her parents put their duty over her / being her parents (condition 4). Callum says fuck all that shit. He refuses to leave even when she's pushing him away. He loves and admires her for the exact things she's been punished or shamed for ("You have true courage and a big heart" -> "Even when her own people might misunderstand and turn against her"). He says she doesn't deserve to be Ghosted, she doesn't deserve to be unjustly turned away for a mistake she didn't even make, he says and shows that it's okay for her to be scared and that she can (and should) rely on him.

This is even more intrinsically tethered given Chasing Shadows and the canon fact that Callum and his love for her 1) kept her from throwing what little remained of her life away entirely and 2) literally kept her from forsaking her name/identity/everything else that makes her Rayla and 3) gave her the courage to try and come home to somewhere she'd be safe and loved, even if she knew/felt she didn't deserve to. There's an underlying belief in Chasing Shadows we see carry through into S4 where Rayla truly believes Callum can do and overcome just about anything, and if he can do the impossible, then maybe so can she:

She backed away, close to the pit’s edge. The crowd shouted and screamed at her ears, their spittle landing on her neck. It rattled her. The human kicked dirt at her, and Rayla scraped at her eyes, angry—infuriated, even. Humans were frustrating. Humans were clever. Humans could do anything, they could be anything, they could take their own fates and change them—

It is for all these reasons that Rayla clearly considers him to be her family and the love of her life. She gives him the pendant (from Ethari to Runaan, then Ethari to her, and then her to Callum) as a symbol of both familial and romantic love. He seems to be the first person she's had serious feelings for and certainly the first person she's fallen in love with.

She was originally going to confess first (2x09) back when she clearly didn't have any thought or inclination he'd ever love her back, either. Then he did, and it elevated an already very steady and safe relationship to one that was good natured, even more incredibly supportive, and wholly unconditional.

And given how he supports and loves her in S4 and S5, I am even more inclined to think she's Right <3

#rayllum #tdp rayla #pining!rayla #arc 1 #arc 2 #multi

[bathomet-writes]

plus-size reader headcanons!!

relationship: Romantic 2012!Turtles x GN!Reader (separate)

warnings: romantic, fluff, humor, sfw, headcanons

author's note: for anonymous!! 💕 i've never written for the 2012 turtles but HOPEFULLY this was good..im looking forward to writing more for them in the future tho

In general, your weight isn’t really a topic of casual conversation with the turtles. Unless you specifically bring it up, it isn’t a thing they talk about. You were you and there was nothing else to it! Who were they to cast judgment upon someone for their appearance?

I mean, look at them. They’re mutant turtles. 

But, they all make you feel more accepted than you’ve ever been. You can really be yourself around them! The turtles treat you the same as anyone else they know. 

….BUT

If you were to ever date one of them—

leo:

if you’re ever insecure about yourself, he immediately wants to know how he can fix it!

he’s very much a gentleman, almost annoying so lol

a family member made a sly comment? your mom is going to get a very stern talking-to 😡😡

a stranger made you feel bad about your body??

well……they’re probably in mortal danger 💀💀

he feels VERY protective over you......a surprise to no one

not that you need any special treatment or anything, but he’s at your every beck and call

leo’s not super comfortable with physical expressions of affection………

but you’re the one exception

lots of blink-and-you-miss-it smooches before running away!! 

if you’re both standing on a rooftop during patrol, he’ll work up the courage to plant a kiss on your cheek

[runs away giggling] that, he’s that meme

it’s a little weird, but incredibly sweet 💖💖

despite being a bit shy, leo’s a real goofball

only because he feels so comfortable around you

earning your trust is like..the most important thing he’s ever done

and he is going to take your relationship SERIOUSLY 😤😤

lots of space heroes marathons where he can have you all to himself (he’s kind of selfish about how much of your attention he gets lol)

donnie:

(for whatever reason) he’s the most chill about it than his brothers would be

donnie’s a smooth operator 😎😎

….at least he thinks he is

he’d try and be suave and give you a bunch of compliments and praise 😘😘✨

whatever you choose to wear, he’d be the first to mention how fetching you look in it 💖

if there’s a fictional character you somewhat resemble, he’d be lowkey really into them

changing his phone background, having many photos of them, making off-handed comments about how cute he thinks they look, etc.

he’s not nearly as smooth as he thinks he is tho

donnie’s experience in courting is…..let’s just say ‘sub-par’ 

you’ve seen how weird he can get when he’s head over heels (with his crush on april)

his crush on you is embarrassingly obvious to everyone, no matter how much he tries to play it cool

he certainly gets an A for effort tho 🥴👍👍

“Do you have…feelings for me, Don? Feelings that border on love?” 😏😏

…………😳😳💦

“Aw, sewer apples.” 

raph:

he’s a bit awkward around you at first…..

raph is used to roughhousing with the people he likes (mostly his family) so he’s nervous about accidentally hurting you or making you uncomfortable

for as callous and rude as he comes off, he’s a bit of a softie when it comes to you

NOT THAT HE GOIN’ SOFT 😤😤

and he doesn’t think you’re anymore soft or delicate…….nothing like that, you’re just too important to treat carelessly

he thinks about you constantly 😵‍💫😵‍💫

raph doesn’t realize it, but he kind of loves the way you look

not in a romantized, idealized way…but he thinks he’s being weird

the last thing he’d want to do is make you feel objectified

or that the only thing that matters about someone is their physical appearance

but….he can’t deny how flustered he gets around you!!

when he’s not a stuttering mess, he loves showing you off ✨✨

p shameless about throwing his arm on your shoulder or other affectionate gestures (hair tussles or noogies, all that good stuff)

will absolutely YELL at you if you ever said anything negative about your appearance

“Hey, if you ever insult my favorite person again, I’ll beat you up!”

“…..Wait, I’m your favorite person?” 😳😳

“WHATEVER.” 😤😤😡😡

mikey:

you sometimes feel a little conflicted about hanging with mikey

because he’s very prone to hugging

not that you like his hugs, they were just a little more enthusiastic than you’re used to getting!!

and they last for a while

you’ll get hugs for minutes, even hours if you’re not careful

it’s nice….if not a bit strange

with an amused smirk, you interrogate him while he’s somehow playing video games in front of the tv

while also hugging you??

“Am I just trapped here forever?”

without looking away from the tv, he nods

“Yup, trapped in my hug prison!” 😄😄

..he’s just secretly really into hugging you

mikey’s usually an open book about his emotions but he’s VERY shy about the subject

boy can’t handle his feelings!!

you’re just too nice to hold onto, hugging you is so much better than hugging anyone else

if you bring it up he just gets v flustered…

“IT’S NOT WEIRD TO WANT TO BE CLOSE TO SOMEONE 24/7!” 😖😖

giving him a big hug will shut him right up 💖

taglist: @saspas-corner

#tmnt2012 x reader #tmnt 2012 #tmnt x reader #leo x reader #leonardo x reader #donnie x reader #donatello x reader #raph x reader #raphael x reader #mikey x reader #michelangelo x reader #sfw #requests #headcanons #im plus-size myself so this rlly spoke to me!! #thank u to the anon who requested this

[elderberries-and-honey]

𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘭𝘢𝘸𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘶𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘥𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘵 "𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘦𝘦" 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘩 𝘪𝘯 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘸𝘯, 𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘥

Dear Marmee,

The bitter cold crept in slowly at first but there is no denying winter has arrived here in Wales. Everything is now covered in a sheet of white snow.

Every morning, I wake before the rooster's crow. Our friend Beth has moved in with us and she enjoys knitting very much. She has knitted me two new sweaters before Christmas has even come and they keep me much warmer than my worn-out coat from last Winter. It's a good thing too 'cause there's still much to be done on our farm, though I've made a rather decent amount of progress.

Even so, we hardly had any remaining produce leftover for ourselves after selling what I was able to salvage from our terrible blight. I won't burden you too much with our troubles but things have been rough here for us and I know Winifred is silently troubling herself over it.

You mentioned Jo is trying to get published? Please let me know how that goes for her. I think it might just inspire Winifred who is still glued to her typewriter whenever she has the time to write.

Hope to hear from you soon.

Sincerely, Lawrence

Dear Marmee,

I'm sorry to hear Jo was turned down in her quest to get published. Hopefully it won't discourage her from trying. Have you heard from Amy in Paris? How are Meg and Mr. Brooks? How does Beth like teaching piano?

Many of our animals, including the thorn in my side, Frank the Goose, passed on near the end of November. Without their eggs and milk to sell, money is tighter than ever.

Winifred has begun fretting over how we will make a good Christmas for Ozzy. So I've started working at the pub again to help us make it through the rest of winter and afford a few gifts for him. I'm struggling to come up with an idea on what to get Winifred, after all, how could I top her typewriter? If you have any ideas, please include them in your next letter.

Ozzy is doing quite well, thank you for asking. He likes to "help" me on the farm but mostly he enjoys playing in the snow with the garden shovels and trying to escape to our small pond. You would not believe the tantrums he throws when I have to wrangle him away from the edge. I can almost understand how my Father felt when I was a boy and he would paddle my bottom. The boy is like a fish the way he enjoys the water! Even bathtime seems to be his favorite part about bedtime.

It was a struggle to get him out of his crib and into a real bed but we needed to complete the transition before our new little one arrives. With Beth here to teach us patience, I can proudly declare we have finally succeeded.

Sincerely, Lawrence

Dear Marmee,

We're approaching our due date rather quickly, a little under 3 months now. Millie has been staying with Louise for the Winter (and giving her free cooking lessons) after agreeing to stay and help Winifred deliver the baby, which I'm thankful for. I know this is a huge relief for Winifred. Her last delivery was not without complications and I know she grows uneasy the closer we get.

I know Winifred believes the baby will be a girl but I have my own suspicions we will welcome another son. I'm not wholly certain I could handle another little girl after we lost Flora. Not yet, rather. The pain of losing a child never truly leaves, does it?

I did not mean to ignore your inquiry over how I'm fairing. I must keep a courageous face for my family, and consequently I've grown used to wearing my mask of gallantry. Since you so kindly asked though, I will admit that I am a little worn down as of late.

I spend long hours tending the farm and go to work even longer hours in the pub. Valerie, good hearted as she is, is not the best co-worker, often drinking herself stupid before the nights out. I suppose it's true what they say about you Irish folk.

Most of my trouble comes from myself, I suppose. I watched my father save this very farm many times over and I should want to do the same. But with every plant that refused to sprout, I found myself resentful over having ever inherited it.

I think of my wife, the writer, the poet, and how she is able to read Ozzy her stories. I think of Jackson with his pub, and his son, Patrick, who's becoming a doctor, and you with your bookshop. Even my father who provided my mother and I with food, and a roof over our heads because he cared for the farm so tenderly. All of you, with such passion.

Even if I was as passionate as my father, the farming industry is changing. All these extravagant advancements are putting farmers out of work all over. If the farm were to go under, what would I do? It's all I've ever known.

If I don't have time to write before Christmas Day - I hope you have a Merry Christmas. Send my love to your girls and wish them the same for me as well.

Sincerely, Lawrence

P.S. Don't be cross with me for the joke, I only say it in jest. The Irish could drink me under the table any day of the week and sing a merry tune whilst doing so which is rather remarkable.

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#lawrence is in his extensional crisis era 🙃 #also did i make it canon that Lawrence made a little resting place for frank the goose? you bet! #ts4 historical #sims 4 historical #ts4 decades challenge #sims 4 decades challenge #ts4 storytelling #sims 4 storystelling #ts4 legacy #sims 4 legacy #the baudelaire legacy #1890 #winifred baudelaire #lawrence baudelaire #oscar baudelaire

[the-fiction-witch]

The Wedding In White Habour P4

Media Game Of Thrones

Character Jojen Reed Age Up

Couple Jojen X Reader

Rating Smut af

Concept Consumating the Marriage

Smut sexual discussions / making out / breast play / fondling / nipple play / nipple sucking / bj's / biting / love bites / raw sex / full sex / riding / virgin x Non virgin / nudity / face sitting / eating out / fingering / screaming / jizz / cum on stomach / cum inside / slapping / spanking /

I had grown accustomed to my room in grey water, spending my days with my books and my harp as I rarely saw my husband. We had been married now for over six months and our wedding was not yet consummated. I rarely saw him at all and even rarer we exchanged words, it saddened me but what choice did I have? I suppose I should think myself lucky, many girls are sold off to men who view them as meer ovens for heirs never allowed to leave the bed merely sheth for their sword, others are merciless cruel and abusive drunks, I should count myself lucky to have a husband who just ignores me.

I finished my bath and wrapped my robe loosely around myself just to keep out the cold heading towards the bed but I stopped short as the bedroom door opened and closed quickly after revealing an annoyed Jojen. He walked in frustrated putting a hand through his hair but stopped dead in his tracks as he saw me eyes wide glancing from ankle to neck

"Ohh good evening Jojen" I smiled adjusting my robe to give me more coverage

"Let's just get this over with," he says undoing his shirt throwing it to the floor and sitting on my bed stroking up his bare arm

"What's going on Jojen?" I asked carefully approaching him

"My father's angry at me, he knows we haven't… yet."

"I see. Jojen, we don't have to do anything you don't want to" I reassured sitting beside him to take his hand gently

"We do though. I don't have a choice" he says moving his hand away from my own "he'll feed me to the lizard lions If I don't"

"I see. If I may ask, is there any reason you don't want to? Because I can perhaps do my best to accommodate things, perhaps you'd prefer just my back or my feet, or we could bring someone-"

"No. No y/n. It's nothing like that" he says "I'll be honest it was mostly stress and stubbornness that prevented it on our wedding night I was so angry at my father for forcing me to marry someone I didn't love, having to travel halfway up the north t get married"

"That's understandable, but then why have you waited all this time?"

"Fear." He says "I was just frustrated that night, the next morning when I saw you- I thought you were the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen and honestly… that morning I wanted nothing more than to throw you again the bed and make you my lady" he explained "but I feared I had pushed you away too far, that you already hated me, I feared that I'd be no good to you and I just…never got the courage to come and see you after that"

"Thats sweet Jojen but your my husband it's alright, whatever fears you have I'm sure we can quell them"

"You- you'd be willing to do that?"

"Of course," I smiled giving his cheek a small kiss

"I uhh I must ask what uhh what experience do you have?"

Immediately I forced down thoughts of my childhood, my past and my home forcing a smile "Well let's just say-"

"In plain words. Please. I need to know"

"My innocence was taken from me many years ago, I learnt many things and have a decent amount of experience, and you?"

"Nothing."

"Nothing? No handmaids? No girls in the marshes?"

"No. My father forbid it so I uhh I'm going to need to rely on you a little"

"That's all right, I'll lead just trust your instincts and if you want to stop just ask" I reassured and he nodded I smiled and pulled him gently into a soft kiss he slowly and shakily kissed back his hand coming to rest on my upper arm even if I was being gentle I couldn't help my hands stroking down his chest being as impressed as our wedding day when we pulled back I slipped off my robe leaving me completely naked he took in every inch of me much as he did the morning after our wedding but this time more intense allowing his face to show his true feelings

"You're beautiful my lady"

"Thank you Jojen, is there anything you'd like to touch?"

He didn't answer his hands merely instantly clamped onto my breasts making me giggle a little watching as he experimented squeezing groping fondling them in his hands as he tried to learn everything about them I happily allowed him his time and gently kissed his neck while he plaid his favourite seemed to be holding his hands under my breasts feeling the weight of them in his hands gently squeezing and rubbing on the skin

"You like them?"

"Very much, I uhh I think there- you're very beautiful"

"Thank you" I giggled "You know of you just' I guided his hands to slightly take a different grip so his thumbs which seemed to like rubbing on the soft skin could circle and rub my nipples which he seemed to quickly understand this instruction helping to harden them "then it feels very nice"

"It does? You uhh you like when I-" he asks rubbing on them a little harder and I bit my lip and nodded "uhh okay" he let a small moan slip "uhhhh I uhhh can I ask something?"

"Of course Jojen"

"I uhhh I uhh" he stuttered nervously his face turning red glancing to the door almost checking we weren't heard "Could I uhh could I suck - on them?"

I was taken back by his question unable to prevent a giggle which only made his face drop upset I laughed at his question

"Sorry I shouldn't have-"

"No no it's alright, I'm sorry Jojen you just surprised me is all. Of course, you can if you'd like to"

"I uh I can?"

"Of course" I nodded

He was nervous but came close kissing my lips then my chin and down my jaw, I smirked leaning my back against the post of my bed as he kissed down my neck making sure to suck a little on the crook of my neck before kissing down slightly tickling me as he kissed my chest and down between my breasts he picked the left clearly as his right hand was more than happy to continue he softly stroked my breasts before kissing my hard nipple causing my playful giggles he looked up unsure but I nodded and he took my nipple between his lips gently sucking while his other hand continued and it was very pleasurable feeling his sucking get more and more intense often flicking his tongue against my hard nipple or even gracing it with his teeth it was enough to force a moan from my lips which only seemed to fuel him making him intensify his hand and his mouth

"Uhhh Jojen" I gasped pushing him back even if he didn't much want to stop I pushed him completely off the bed to stand beside the bed I opened my legs and pulled his hips to stand between them I took his hand gently letting him pet my hair as I kissed his lower stomach gently untiring the laces of his trousers It didn't take long for him to get excited knotting his fingers into my hair as I worked with each inch I exposed as I unlaced I kissed further down exposing his rather prominent v and the small trail of blonde hair leading below, once completed unlaced they dropped to his ankles allowing me for the first time a good look at my husband and I was impressed. I was gentle not wanting to overwhelm him pressing little kisses to him and stroking his shaft but that seemed to only wind him up more he was nervous but I blew him a kiss before I took him into my mouth being so gentle as I began my sucking and gentle licking which made him utterly melt honestly of not for me holding his hips he may have collapsed on the floor or at least lost his knees out from under himself his face read of surprise and shock which worried me and made me move back "everything alright?'

"Yeah uhh yeah your uhh you're fine I uhh I didn't think it uhh"

"If was that intense?"

"Yeah" he nods

"I'll be slow" I smiled returning him to my mouth slowly but surely getting more intense now moving my head back and forth and the sounds that came out of him were enough to make me soaked listening to his gasps and groans of pleasure above me reacting to the tiniest of movements until he pushed me away so hard I fell onto the bed

"Oh sorry-"

"It's alright, enough?"

"For now anymore I uhh I don't think we'll get to do anything else" he says "How uhh how should I?"

"How should you what?"

"Well you’re more experienced than I am, I know I'm supposed to put you on your back but I heard about having you on your knees is easier I don't know"

"It's alright, it's alright how about we be gentle the first time?" I asked holding his hands as I moved to my knees he nods so I guided him into my bed giving him pillows to make sure he was comfortable

"What uhh what do I do?"

"You don't need to do anything' I smiled as I climbed onto his lap at first I merely settled on him moving my hips back and forth so I could know the sort of angles I could work with he seemed to meet with me unsure in his face but his body seemed to know what to do "there we are just like that okay," I told him giving him a soft kiss before I carefully lowered myself letting him slip inside of me having to stop a moment once I reached the base as I was a little overwhelmed "uuughhh…" I gasped rolling my head back a little "ummm you sure fill a girl up good Jojen" I giggled

"I uhh I'm inside you. I'm actually inside you"

"Fully inside me my sweet husband" I smiled giving his lips a kiss

"You look, incredibly gorgeous on top of me"

I giggled "I shall have to do it more then"

"You can do it whenever you like my lady" he Cooes his hands settling on my hips and ass "uuhhh… why did I wait so long?"

"I don't know" I smiled "I'll be slow okay," I asked and he nods so I settled a hand on his stomach and began to move my hips to ride him his hips worked into my own his mouth hung open often moans escaping his head thrown back against the pillows

"Uuuughhhhh! Uuuuuuuhhh y/n! Y/n! Uuuuuuuhhh"

"It feels nice my sweet husband?'

"Amazing my beautiful wife" he smirked his innocent blush seeming to disappear leaning up to bite at my neck wrapping his arms around my back fueled by his desires I giggled pushing him back down and changing my angle a little allowing myself to bounce and grind harder and faster against him so much so the bed began banging against the wall and I leaned down to kiss and leave a love bite on his neck "uuhh yes! Yes! Uuuughhhhh y/n!" He moans loudly his nails digging into my hips and forcing me down as deep as possible "Y/n… y/n" he whines before letting loose a loud and throaty moan releasing his grip on me immediately and releasing his seed deep inside me

"Ohhh Jojen, you could have warned me," I asked sitting up and making sure to let him rose it out and making sure his seed got as deep inside me as possible for a better chance of me getting pregnant then again if not I certainly wouldn't be opposed to a few more nights like this and I'm sure he wouldn't either

"Sorry y/n. I uhh I didn't have a lot of warning either" he chuckled between his breaths

"Did you enjoy it, my husband?"

"Very very much my beautiful wife" he Cooes holding my hand and peppering it with kisses "I shouldn't have waited so long, I'm sorry for making you feel like I didn't want to. But now it's over with my innocence is gone and were officially married and I couldn't be happier" he smiled sitting up to kiss me

"That's sweet Jojen I'm very happy too" I smiled nuzzling with him

"I uhh I got mine, did you get yours?"

"My what?"

"I got to release my seed. Did my wife get to reach the sky too?" He asks

"No, but that's okay our first time and all of takes practice ladies are very complicated Jojen"

"But I want to, it's not fair. Surely there are secrets you can show me?"

"Well I don't know any, spent my life learning to be a lady and how to please a man never the other way"

"Oh… uhh could I try something then?"

"Of course" I nodded

He smiled and cupped my breasts again kissing down my neck as he firmed them up in his hands rubbing on my nipples as they once again got hard for him "You like that?" He asks and I nodded he smirked and kissed up to my neck "You liked this?" He whispered between kisses and I nodded trying to hold back my giggles his hand moved down my stomach and then around my hip taking a firm grip on my ass and giving it a gentle slap

"Ohh" I giggled

"You like that sweetie?" He smirked and I couldn't help but nod biting my lip a little and burying my head in his neck in embarrassment "awww cute, you like what I'm doing or what I'm saying?"

"Both"

"Both? You like it when I call you… sweetie?" He smirked milking the word and I nodded

"Humm okay" he smirked biting his lip as he intentionally stared down at me "You've been a bad little thing, sweetie." He growled slapping my ass hard

"Ohh Jojen"

"Umm yeah, you like that?" He smirked moving my hips to slowly ride him again "You like that sweetie? You like it when your sexy husband comes and uses you?" He smirked and I nodded blushing hard "fuck-" he groaned pulling me into a kiss his hands moving to just my hips when he pulled away I was utterly shocked by his words "I want you to sit on my face"

"What - Jojen I uhh"

"Please, I've heard people talk about it. It sounds amazing, it's all I want right now" he groans

"I don't know Jojen I mean you were innocent an hour ago" I giggled

"Please I'd you don't like it I'll never ask again, but please it's all I can think about" he groans "I want your sweet pussy ridding my face sweetie"

"Well… okay but carefully I don't want to hurt you"

"If this is how I did believe me I will die happy" he says laying back with his head on the pillow eager and excited I was nervous having never done it before but I moved holding the wooden headboard my knees on either side of his head I was slow moving slowly until his lips met me he happily held my thighs to keep me still and at this level as he kissed and sucked as he had on my nipple

"Uuhhhh Jojen!" I gasped feeling the sharp pleasure he didn't speak merely working hard to pleasure my aching clit clearly enjoying himself he began to move my hips the same as when I was riding him which only intensified the pleasure letting him work into me better to send more accurate waves of pleasure as I rode I could barely contain my moans my hands leaving the headboard to play with my breasts as he worked, after a while I knew how close I was getting feeling so on edge but one hand left my thigh and he thrusted two fingers deep inside me moving them in and out as he merciless licked and sucked which caused me to scream his name loudly and slightly squirt

Immediately he pulled his fingers out and flipped us over so I laid on my back and he now sat over me looking as happy as I'd ever seen him my wetness soaked across the lower half of his face

"Like it?" I asked

"Everything I hoped it would be" he smirked "Did you like it?"

"Very much"

"But still no?"

"No." I blushed

"Say no more sweetie" he smirked kissing down my neck and then down between my breasts making a stop to suck on each nipple a moment before kissing down my stomach he opened my thighs as far as possible and buried his head there returning to his pace returning his fingers inside me as he became utterly merciless on me leaving me to scream in pleasure my only outlet gripping my sheets or attempting to pleasure my breasts which he noticed and batted my hand off using his other hand to play with my breast often rubbing and twisting my nipple as he worked until I hit a wall of pleasure squeezing my legs around his head screaming so much my throat slightly shredded

"Uuuuuuuhhh uuughhhh Jojen!"

He pulled back but only to wipe his mouth on the back of his hand looming over me excitedly "uuhhh sweetie" he gasps and it was then I noticed the hand that had been fingering me now wrapped around his hard shaft "fuck you made me hard just watching you like that," he groans his hand working hard as he jerked himself off over my naked body I blushed but batted his hand away

"That's a job for your wife Jojen" I smirked stroking my pussy which he only smirked at

"Ummm yes it is sweetie" he growled biting his lip before pushing as deep inside me as he could "fuck! More.."

"What?" I gasped feeling him once again fill me up with his shaft

"More" he growled wrapping my legs around his waist "I want you sweetie. Now" he demanded grabbing my hips and thrusting so mercilessly that it was almost as if he found a new angle leaning down to leave hikes across my neck pounding my pussy so mercilessly that all I could do was scream he held my hips so hard my hips were actually completely off the bed the whole bed shaking as it banged repeatedly against the wall "yeah you like that, you like your husband fucking railing you"

"Uhhh yes! Jojen please!"

"Uuhhhh just a little longer sweetie please, I'm so close too" he groans moving a hand to rub on my clit which was enough to tip me over the edge sending me almost off the earth itself for my second orgasm he melted against me feeling me around him "uuuuuuuhhh! Fucking hell" he moans as only a few more thrusts later he pulled out and send his seed across my stomach before collapsing among the covers with me "okay… I wanna be inside you every time you do that"

"Really?"

"God yes" he gasps "Holy fuck your amazing"

"Thank you, my wonderful husband did very very good too" I smiled nuzzling up to him as we cuddled up against the bed

"Yeah? I did a good job for my first time?"

"A perfect job" I Cooed

"Well we have time to learn all the little secrets about each other" he smiled "and… what we each like" he smirked wrapping my leg around his hips and stroking my ass and thigh

"I think I can guess what you like Jojen"

"Humm can you now? Well, I know what you like too, sweetie" he smirked almost growling that last word and I couldn't help but blush and slightly squeeze my legs together "hummm" he chuckled "Again sweetie?" He whispered in my ear

I couldn't help but giggle "Later Jojen when we have some energy"

"Your right, I really am sorry for being a dick"

"It's alright you had your reasons, so long as things will be different now?"

"Of course, I promise" he Cooes kissing my nose making me giggle "You are such a little giggler it's so cute," he smiled "Hey what would you say to maybe… a couple days together just you and me?"

"I'd like that"

"And maybe we could move our rooms in together?" He suggested

"That sounds lovely Jojen"

"Umm I love you y/n"

"Aww I love you too Jojen" I smiled nuzzling close to him as we tucked the covers up around us

"Can I stay tonight?"

"Of course as long as you'd like"

We got cosy and snug cuddled up together comfortably  

#tbs #thomas brodie sangster #tbs smut #thomas sangster #thomasbrodiesangster #tbs imagine #tbs imagines #thomas sangster imagine #thomas brodie sangster imagine #thomas brodie sangster smut #jojen reed #jojen reed imagine #game of thrones jojen reed #jojen #jojen smut #got jojen smut

[roohuh]

Part 2

To Catch a Thief

Ominis x MC

Summary: this is based off of a quest in the game where you have to track down a family heirloom for a shopkeeper.

Warnings: just fluff they kiss a little.

Read part one here :)

A few days had passed since your argument with Ominis and things had been awkward to say the least. Every time he felt your gaze he would turn away. It was absolute torture he now knew how you felt about him but he would not even have decency to reject you. Or maybe you offended him? Maybe he thought you thought he was weak and did not want to bring him. You huff into a potion as you stare at him trying to figure out what to do. Screwing up your courage you march to where he and Sebastian are staring at his cauldron.

“That looks utter rubbish Ominis.” Sebastian is saying with the shake of the head as you approach. They both fall silent as you reach their station.

“Hello…” You say voice trailing off timidly.

“Hello.” Ominis says simply.

“I am… I am going out tonight on a…well an errand of sorts and I wanted to know if you will join me.” You haildingly, get out.

“I won’t stop but you can help if you would like.” You add swallowing hard.

“I will.” Ominis says shortly but not in an unkind manner.

“Count me in as well!” Sebastian raises his hand in excitement. Leaning in between Ominis and yourself. Ominis places a firm hand on Sebastian’s shoulder sitting him back in his seat as he asserts.

“You have a paper you have to write tonight. Remember Sebastian.”

“Good then I will see you by the summoners court table after class?” You suggest. He nods and you turn on your heel and match back to your station Sebastian’s protests ringing out behind you.

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Approaching the summoners cort you try and shake off the anxiety you feel about bringing Ominis. Your errand didn’t seem that dangerous when you spoke with the shop keeper.

“You ready for our outting?” You ask Ominis who is soaking in the last rays of the day's sunshine.

“I am but what exactly is our outting to consist of?” He enquires turning toward you with that expressionless gaze. Your heart gives a sharp pang at the palpable walls he is putting up. He seems so closed off.

“All we have to do is track down an Ashwinder and retrieve a stolen family heirloom, simple enough right? I also intend on searching their camp for information about Ranrok.” With a sigh and a shrug Ominis signals for you to lead the way.

“Don’t be so gloomy it will be easy. We can sneak the whole time, they won’t even know we were there until we have left.” You lead him to the floo in the courtyard and tell him the address.

“I will go first so you are sure you have it.” You smile at his grimace knowing how he feels about the “dirty floo” as he has often refers to this method of travel. With a green flash you are off throwing the powder down clearly stating which hamlet you intend on traveling to. As you dust off floo powder Ominis appears in the hearth behind you. You lead Ominis to the house that has been continually burglarized. Just as you were about to lay out your plan you notice a coin laying on the path.

“Oh look at this it’s my lucky day!” You say picking up the coin.

“Look at what?” Ominis dryly asks. You feel bad about your turn of phrase and place the coin in his hand.

“A gift!” He turns it over feeling the round smooth edges of the coin. Before he can question further you see another coin down the path.

“Revelio” now you see it an almost perfect trail of coins leading away and over a hill.

“Either this Ashwinder has a hole in her sack or this is a trap.” You ponder explaining to Ominis what you see.

“Best to cast a disiloushment charm and follow I think.” You say casting your own spell. You both cautiously follow the trail over a hill and across a stream. Then down the side of a mountain until you reach its end. You sit down and let out a good belly laugh.

“I’ve found our Ashwinder.” You giggle to Ominis.

“Where?” He is alarmed and aleart. You toss the pile of coins on the ground in front of a burrow and a small blue head pokes out of the hole. Quickly you grab the little fellow and pull him from his hiding place. You are gentle but keep a firm grip on his scruff so he can not escape.

“ A niffler.” You laugh guiding Ominis hand over the soft fur. Pulling out your nab sack you toss a couple of coins into it and let the greedy creature dive headlong in after them.

“What a bust.” You dejectedly remark plopping on the ground.

“I was really hoping to find some useful information tonight.”

“I am just glad things went that easily.” Ominis admits with a rufal smile.

“I think that’s the first smile I’ve gotten from you in three days.” You shoot at him feeling slightly bad about the calis tone you take.

“Was my kissing you that offensive?” Softening your voice, feeling your cheeks flush.

“Offensive?” Shocked Ominis can only repeat the word while his mind races.

“No… it was perfect.” He sits on the ground next to you. You both sit in the dark, watching the moonlight glitter off the hoard of treasure around you both you sigh. His hand slowly traces the back of yours as he speaks.

“You seemed like you wanted space after you left. I have never kissed anyone before that you know.”

“That was also my first kiss.” You reply. Taking your hand in his gently he inquires

“Why have you been angry at me?”

“Angry? I thought you were upset with me!”

“Sebastian says you keep glaring at me and we have not spoken since Sunday so I came to the conclusion you were upset with me or regretted kissing me.”

“So no one is angry then?” You laugh as the past few days start to make more sense in your mind.

“And you are alright with the kiss then?” You clarify

“More then.” He nods. Sweet laughter rings from your lips as relief floods your body. You feel tears stinging at your eyes and you have to wipe them away. You toss a coin playfully at Ominis.

“Next time I kiss you, please don’t stop talking to me after. You have no idea what that does to a girl's mind.”

“And if I kiss you? Will you promise not to run away?” You feel your cheeks flush and let out a soft

“Yes.” The moon reappeared from behind a cloud. You can see his face so soft and warm in the moonlight with the reflection of a million shiny objects dancing in his pale blue eyes. Cautiously his hand moves from your hand to your face; gently feeling your healing bruise on your cheek chilled by the night air. You close your eyes and feel the warmth of his hand. Then the warmth of his lips against yours. He lingers there for what feels like an eternity and blink of an eye. Hands still on your face he pulls back

“I want to help you with this burden you have been given.” His tone is earnest. You chew your lip stubbornly.

“I can’t let you get hurt.” You whisper.

“What is the point in safety if those you care for cannot enjoy the same luxury? This is a fight we must all share in if we are to come out as the victors.”

“Ominis… I…” you start and he puts a hand gently over your mouth.

“Just as I must have faith in you, you must have faith in me. I may be blind but I can fight. I will prove myself to you. Give me a chance to be by your side” Your heart is pounding the confidence emanating from Ominis gives you a different sense of him. Slowly you nod.

“To have you by my side would be an honor. But a heavy burden to be sure.”

“A burden I shall gladly shoulder.”

#ominis x reader #ominis x mc #ominis gaunt #sebastian sallow #harry potter hogwarts game #hogwarts legacy mc #hogwarts legacy #fanfic #hogwarts legacy ominis

[ohbo-ohno]

Hi!!!! I love you so much it's literally destroying me from the inside, your writing is AMAZING. I love dark fics and dark romance and all pf the yandere stuff so I finally found the courage to write you!! What would ghoap do with a girl who has VERY strict diet preferences? It's always a big trouble for me in imagining yandere scenarios because I'm autistic and can literally eat like 10 or 15 dishes and they are mostly bland and considered child's food from other people's perspective. I can just imagine our girl literally throwing up and not able to eat not because she is on hunger strike or wants to anger them, but because she literally can't eat what they brought her. Maybe it's some takeout with very weird sauce, maybe it's meat that she doesn't like, and Johnny is freaking out because she was VERY against eating everything he brought to her, but she can't even tell it to him because explaining to your kidnapper that the plane fries and chicken nuggets are the only dish you can eat is more embarrassing that being kidnapped in the first place. I wonder if Ghost would be more understanding or they would all together consider this just a fit because they are Big Military Men who can literally eat garbage for weeks straight, so they don't understand how she can freak out from a little tomato accidentally touching her food. Maybe they are forcefully feeding those things to her when she is misbehaving, like a part of "bad pet doesn't receive her favorite food" dynamic. I just like more mundane stuff because what if her blanket is too itchy and she can't sleep and they think she is just misbehaving but she literally?? can't force herself to touch it?? And she is actually more or less fine with being kidnapped because this is a controlled environment and she doesn't have to worry about working or being overwhelmed in real world, but she needs everything to be perfect because she will literally blow up otherwise and they really don't understand

hello! i'm glad you messaged me, i promise im not scary at all lol but i get real anxious talking to literally anybody on the internet so i get it :)

i've talked a little bit about reader being a picky eater here :)

im not autistic but i've got some sensory issues too, i'm definitely the type of person to not buy a pair of pants i love because they feel wrong on the inside lol. i've ordered burgers and taken like a single bite because i can't handle the texture of the cheese

i've said it a few times but i think they'd be so invested in making you as happy as physically possible, they wouldn't really get frustrated if you had really specific issues. like, they'd want you to tell them so they might get a little pissy when you refuse to eat your food for some reason, but once they realize what it is (and that it's not something you're doing intentionally) they're real careful to make sure you get food you can actually eat, blankets you can actually touch

i think you were onto something with them getting angry and ignoring certain needs, though. as much as he cares i can 100% see johnny giving you the Wrong blanket when he's pissy, petty shit like that. feels bad when you have a meltdown, apologizes and gets you a better one right away :(

#gremlingottoosilly #asks and answers

[lostdreamr-blog1]

Running Never Helped Anyone

Requested: Thank you Anon for this request! Hope this is what you were looking for and more!!

Pairings: Dean Winchester x Female!reader

Warnings: mentions of depression, mild swearing, some fluffy fluff

Word Count: 1.8k

Dean and Sam were out on a hunt a few states over while I was supposed to cover an easy one near the bunker. Dean wasn’t too thrilled with the idea of me hunting solo, but he agreed that it shouldn’t take more than a day and that I should have no problems. His exact words were, “Call if you need anything but you can do this in your sleep.” Which is the complete opposite of what happened. One nomad vampire turned out to be a whole nest and shit hit the fan quickly. I managed to get out with a decent sized cut on my side that needed stitches and a few bruises.

Which is why I was currently sitting on the bathroom floor bawling my eyes out as I pushed the needle in and out of my skin. I don’t know if was the pain that was escalating my emotions, but I could feel myself start to go down that dark hole I worked so damn hard to get out of not that long ago. My thoughts seemed like they were surrounding me, shouting all my insecurities at the top of their lungs making me feel worse and worse as the minutes went by. I knew better than to simply shut down and let the negativity consume me, but this was an uphill battle that I didn’t see me winning. The hunt was simple, or supposed to be, but turned into chaos. If I would’ve stayed, I probably would’ve been killed which tells me I made the right decision.

But I had to abandon the hunt which is something I knew was going to piss Dean off.

I stopped what I was doing and dissected that last thought. If I knew I made the right call, why is it that I care so much about Dean’s view towards it? Hunting with them for the past few years brought me a sense of safety and kept the dark, intrusive thoughts away. I felt like I was free of the anxiety and depression that consumed me for far too long, until now. I wasn’t blind to my own feelings about Dean. That green eyed hunter had a special place in my heart even though I knew I held no space in his. But what alarmed me was the fact I was willing to put myself in danger just to please him and get a “job well done”. I was throwing myself back into the worst part of my brain because I was worried about disappointing him. But telling him that would set him off. To sit there and try to explain why I was feeling the way I am would complicate things further than any of us need.

Because of that, I knew it was time to leave. Scrambling to cover my mostly finished stitches, I ran to my room and started throwing what I could into bags. Hunters always packed light, but holy shit I have accumulated so much over these years. I didn’t give myself time to think about what to take or leave as I knew the boys would be on their way back at some point tonight. Getting up the courage to leave and take on the world by myself was something that would dissolve the second Dean walked into this bunker. After quickly writing a note that I was fine and it was my time to move on, I nearly collapsed into my truck and drove off with zero destinations in mind. The only thing I prayed for was that the brothers would let me go with no questions asked.

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2 years later...

I was on a salt and burn case down in Texas when a gruff voice made me jump. “So, you are alive.”

I knew who it belonged to before I even turned around. Sure enough, I was met with a cold stare of the older Winchester. “Hey Dean.”

As he was looking me over to see that I was in fact alive and in one piece, I took a lingering glance at him. His hair seemed a bit longer and had more stubble on his face than usual. But overall, he looked the exact same. “Care to explain why the hell you disappeared off of a sudden?”

We weren’t exactly in the best place for a conversation like this, with people being able to freely hear what we were saying. I don’t think saying the word “vampire” in a serious tone would go over well. He seemed to catch onto my thought and pointed behind him. The impala was parked on the curb, and I quickly realized I had nowhere to run to if things got bad.

“Get in the car, Y/N.” his voice gave me zero room to argue, and I found myself walking to the car that I never thought I would see again.

The first few minutes of our drive were filled with tension. I could see the white knuckled grip on his steering wheel and practically felt the anger rolling off him. My best option was to stay quiet until he started the conversation. “What did I do?”

My head snapped towards him at that question. “What do you mean?” Of all the things to ask, that wasn’t what I expected.

“I keep going over it in my head. We left to go on a hunt. You had a small hunt of your own. And then you were gone. Those years before you seemed happy and then suddenly you change your damn number. It took a while to find you, but when we did, I realized you were trying to stay hidden. And the only conclusion I can come up with is that I did something.” While he wasn’t entirely wrong with assumption, he had no control over my thoughts.

I let out a long sigh and prepared myself for a conversation I planned over and over since the day I left. I wasn’t sure if it was the anxiety that drove me to try and perfect what I was going to say, but I knew I couldn’t explain things without it. “I need you to listen to everything without interrupting. That is the only way I’m going to get through this.”

A small nod of his head prompted me to keep going. Before I met you, I struggled with depression pretty bad. A good day for me was getting out of bed and eating something small, but those days were very few. I don’t think I can really explain why I was depressed, just that my brain decides it wants to hate everything about me and around me. By some miracle I found the will power to go on a hunt and ran into the two of you. I don’t think you realized it, but you saved me from myself by offering for me to tag along. After some time, I became the better version of myself and hadn’t had a dark thought in a while until that night I left.”

I paused as he pulled the car over on the side of the road and gave him a questioning look. “I have a feeling I’m not going to like what I hear and don’t want to damage baby.” A valid thought on his part.

“The hunt wasn’t simple like we thought, and it turned into a whole nest of vampires. I had to get out of there and couldn’t complete it like we originally thought. That night I kept beating myself up about it and I knew you would’ve been so disappointed in me. I could feel myself spiraling and came to conclusion that I needed to get out while I was still myself. But I knew if I tried to leave with you there, I wouldn’t be able to. With all the stress hunting puts on you two, you didn’t need the added stress of me and my pretty fucked up mind. So, I left.” Silence was what answered me, and I knew he was trying to process it all. This whole time he had only known one side of me and that was the stable and happy part. The monster that can make an appearance at any time had managed to stay hidden when I was with them.

“You could’ve told me. I would’ve been there for you.”

I looked out the front window and shook my head. “To talk to someone about what’s going on in my head isn’t an easy thing to do. To feel that vulnerable and admit that something isn’t quite right, wasn’t something I wanted to go through.”

I looked over as he ran a hand through his hair. “Sweetheart, I don’t care if you would’ve yelled at me or needed someone to force you out of bed. I would’ve helped you in any way I could’ve if it meant I knew you were safe.” He paused and came back a littler angrier than before, “And what the hell was that thinking I would be disappointed in you? You think I would rather you get hurt and finish the hunt? I don’t care if it was the easiest hunt in the world. You come get me if you think you can’t do it.”

I couldn’t stop the laugh that came out, “Of all the things my mind tried to throw at me, I knew that was the most irrational. I was so caught up in my feelings for you and that need for approval, that I was willing to put myself in danger. Another reason why I left.” As I thought about what I just admitted to him, I silently cursed myself.

“Your feelings for me?” I closed my eyes and leaned my head back on the seat. “I don’t know if you know this, but you Dean Winchester, are a little hard not to fall for.”

His audible scoff opened my eyes. “Well, that’s just fan-freakin-tastic, Y/N. You mean to tell me now, after I randomly run into you and basically force you into my car, that you decide to tell me you have feelings for me? Do you see how that could piss me off?”

I tilted my head to the side in confusion. “Not really.”

He shook his head and pulled the impala back onto the road. I waited for him to elaborate or at least tell me where we were going, but there was nothing. “Dean, what are you doing?” He turned the music on, and Back in Black filled the care.

“I’m bringing you back home. I’m not losing you again, sweetheart. Now that I know these feelings aren’t just one sided.”

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Truth or dare

More Ao3 asks~ This one I tried to shake off the rust and give it a good set up, so I hope it's good. The asker deserved a longer ask to make up for being lowkey forgotten for so long lol. I don't particularly write about robots too much, so if I'm off on anything, that's why, but I hope it's still enjoyable!

CW: thigh fucking, robot girls, monsterfucking reader, male reader

Being an odd teen, parties had never been your scene. Ever since a middle school bully outed your suspected taste for androids, werewolves, and succubi, you’d tried your best to avoid anything social with your classmates. Friends in the classroom were fine, but after school, you preferred to keep to yourself. Yet, it seemed to be a highschool rite of passage to attend at least one party, lest you be deemed a prude, so you eventually scraped up the courage to play wallflower to Natsuki’s latest house party.

Though, the get together wasn’t the worst experience. Plenty of kids had taken your route to attending, leaning against the wall while the music throbbed through the home and beer was passed out by the bucketfuls. No one having the sober awareness nor the lung power to call you out for any odd crushes from your past either, so you were pretty free to exist on your own for a good while undisturbed. Only expected to nurse your plastic cup of alcoholic soda and maybe bounce a bit to the loud music.

At least, until the host, a tanned, light-haired girl graced with parents away for the weekend, turned down the music to crow, “Alright! Time to play truth or dare!” much to the glee of her many guests. Starting up a chaotic shuffle for the people to gather to either watch from the sidelines, or partake in what was certain to be a wild, drunken mess of one-up-ing and gossip. A tizzy you were pretty set to avoid. Setting your cup on a decorative side table and slinking along the edge of the gathering crowd to the front door. Only for the plot to be foiled by a familiar voice that froze you to the entry hall’s throw rug. “Oh, I believe I know you.” A girl noted, her voice smooth and matter-of-fact, only marred by the occasional odd static-y edge that, to you at least, gave Aigis away without you even having to turn around to face your latest crush.

One of three transfer students this year, Aigis was the second favorite of the school for her dry humor, jarringly blunt statements, and, as to be expected of private school teenagers, her easily attractive looks. With perfectly smooth skin, captivating blue eyes, and golden hair kept short for low maintenance, you could agree that she was a captivating sight. Though, while most boys in your class took notice of her mostly for her amusing personality quirks or legging-hugged thighs, she held your attention for one thing.

She was undoubtedly an android.

Which, yes, was a tad shallow of a detail to be so drawn to, but for you, it merely enhanced the others. It made her blunt recognition of you more endearing then blood chilling. So, you turned to look at the girl, meeting those sky-colored orbs with a pink dusting on your cheeks. “Ah, hi Aigis. Surprised you recognize me, I’m...not the most talkative boy.” You hummed, turning your eyes to the carpet to avoid her unblinking gaze. “You are friends with Junpei Iori and Ryoji Mochizuki. You are a threat to Minato’s safety.” Ah, yeah, another dead giveaway. “Right, uh…” You paused to run a hand through your hair, “Well, I was just heading home, good to see-” “No.” You froze again, your eyes shooting up to look at the robot in front of you.

With the majority of the party guests either squirreled away in rooms, or gathering for truth or dare, it was only the two of you in the entryway, which you were thankful for with how hot your face got. “No?” You asked dumbly, “I do not trust you. I will not let you out of my sight.” She insisted, taking hold of your hand before you could try to complain or argue, dragging you back to the gathering of party-goers and alcohol. “Wait, what?!” You squawked, trying to tamp down the heat in your face as you followed her.

Yet, while you didn’t particularly want to stay, you found yourself doing as the blonde said. Either because of the power difference or some bubbling sense of excitement at being ordered around. The hell exactly am I into? Your personal questions were left for later, though, as your attention was demanded by the game of truth or dare. Keeping an eye on the game and hoping not to be roped in. “You!” Natsuki chirped, jabbing a painted finger at you from across the vague circle of gekkoukan students at you, “Truth or dare.” She demanded, making you blink in utter confusion, “Uh…” You paused, cautiously adding, “Dare? I suppose?” “Have sex with her.” She ordered, making your eyes widen at the sheer forwardness of the demand. “W-why is that a dare?!” “Because I said so. I want you to fuck the robot girl and report back how it went.” Natsuki said, the buzzed and drunk students attending her party giggling while you only stared at her like a fish on shore and Aigis got up to speak quietly with Junpei.

When she returned, you looked up to the blonde, hoping she’d argue the ridiculousness of the demand. But, all she did was nod to the host of the party, “Very well. We will do our best.” She assured, grabbing you by the arm and hoisting you up before her words could fully sink in.

All you could really do was dumbly allow yourself to be hauled away from the giggling crowd. Hauled upstairs by the robot with your mind swirling with questions . Does Natsuki know Aigis is a robot? Or was that just a mean jab? Why would she hook us up like this? Was she drunk? Is Aigis going to… Before your thoughts could wonder down the path of your more lustful thoughts, you registered that you’d been taken into a guest bedroom. Spacious, clean, unused. Complete with a lock that aigis clicked shut on the door. “According to Junpei, parties and hooking up are fun, and he has encouraged me to partake. So, please hook up with me.” She requested, granting you your words once more so you could stammer out, “U-um, are you sure?” “Yes. I wish to have fun.” She confirmed, simply standing in front of you casually, fixing you with such gorgeous blue eyes as if she could see the thoughts swimming in your head. This is a joke right? Some mean joke like in middle school? You asked yourself, but under your dare partner’s calm gaze, you found yourself just...rolling with it. “Well, um. First, you need to take your bottoms off first. Sex is...harder when we’re clothed.” You explained, and, with an understanding nod, she began undressing.

And, with wide eyes, you watched as the blonde began pulling her leggings down to reveal. Metal legs. Or, not exactly metallic legs, he could see a sort of thin fabric pulled over her heavy appendages, reaching from the top of her thigh, to where her ankle would usually be. Yet, judging from the shiny black portion of what was her ‘foot’, beneath that layer of protective fabric was that expected metal skin. Holy shit, this is real. I’m going to screw a robot. You realized, the thought sending instant warmth down to your groin the more it sunk in until another realization slithered in to curb it. Wait, but if her body is metal, wouldn’t that make it impossible to fuck her? Does she...have any openings for that? And, as if to answer your question, Aigis hummed, “I apologize, but I do not believe I have the appropriate parts for this. I am built to fight, not procreate.” you nodded at that, busying yourself with undoing your pants to give yourself time to come up with an alternative. “Uh, that’s okay, we can still have fun and do the dare.” You assured, your cheeks burning with hellfire as you continued, “I could try a different sort of sex, if you’d let me?” adding quickly to plead your case, “A-after all, the dare was only for us to have sex, Natsuki never specified penetrative or anything.”And, naturally, the robot eyed you for your offer, but after a moment of silent simmering in your anxiety, she nodded. “I was told to partake in this party to the fullest extent of ‘fun’.” She reiterated, “I am left to assume that includes the truth or dare game. What is the next step of hooking up?”

So, you went ahead and directed her to lay on the bed, the blonde following orders with a curious gleam in her blue eyes, but no complaints. Then, you tentatively picked up her legs, putting them on one of your shoulders. Pausing only to admire the gently textured cloth over the chilly metal of her legs, likely there to minimize the rubbing of metal upon metal or physical contact with her legs outing her inhuman nature, and the weight of them.

Once again, the thought of Aigis’ metallic body sent a pulse of heat to your groin, making your member throb. Encouraged by the sight of the girl’s mussed school uniform and her looking up at you with her hands flung beside her head, naturally unbothered at the position, undoubtedly from having no real sex drive. You mused, but tried not to think of this situation being that aggressively one-sided. Instead, you drank the image in and took a deep breath to stoke up your courage. “You’re comfortable with this, right?” You checked again, hooking an arm around her calves so you could use your free hand to free your painfully stiff erection. “Yes. Judging from how often Junpei enjoys speaking of this type of situation, this is very desirable. I want to experience it,” she explained again. Watching as you positioned your dick between her fabric-covered thighs and carefully pressed them against yourself. And, naturally, it wasn’t plush, or as soft as human skin. But the contrast of the cool metal and fabric against such sensitive, warm skin made you shudder.

Having Aigis’ blessing, you gave a nod and began humping into the space. Moving slow, as to not hurt yourself, and doing your best to ensure the girl didn’t squeeze your cock too tightly, you closed your eyes and let out soft moans. Relishing the chance to teach an android about something so human, or simply the stimulation offered by the pressure and novelty of your partner. Because, while it may have been slightly shallow, or amoral, you couldn’t deny how your dick twitched at the thought of being used as an AI’s personal experiment. A study subject for the sake of learning to emulate humanity. Even if the reality of that fantasy was rigid metal, caution, working around limitations, and a partner who did little beyond hum with interest at the way you twitched and throbbed between her thighs. “Does this feel good to you?” She questioned, getting an eager nod as you breathed out moans, “How come?” “It’s...hard to explain…” You panted, glancing down at your own movements, watching as your precum was rubbed into the thin fabric over her legs with each thrust. “Will you explain after?” She asked, and you, again, nodded. Too busy trying not to crush yourself between the legs you held captive on your shoulder to manage another verbal response.

Thankfully, with that agreed upon, Aigis kept quiet and merely watched you thrust. Which, was another aspect you found stirred up those embers in your belly. Looking down to see the way the blonde studied your thrusts and the drips of fluid that managed to reach her doll-like pubic section sent bolts of pleasure through your blood, drawing out more moans and pants.

However, it wasn’t until you let the metal of her thighs close around your cock a little more, just enough to threaten, that you felt the fuzzy rush of warmth that forewarned your orgasm. Letting the restraint slip a little more to let your pace pick up a little bit. Stoking those flames until the warmth washed over you in pleasurable pulses. Ripples of euphoria through your lust-filled blood and your cock twitched one final time before ropes of sticky cum spilled out onto Aigis’ belly. Leaving you shaking slightly with a pause in your train of thought.

Yet, you couldn’t stay in that lustful high forever, dragged back to reality when Aigis put her legs down and began cleaning up the splatters of cream. "T-that wasn’t bad, was it?” You asked, instantly feeling yourself blush once more at your brainless concern. Yet, Aigis only gave a hum of thought and nodded. “It was...fairly enjoyable to see how much you enjoy my body.” She confirmed, the note of realization in her voice giving you a small burst of joy. “Though, could you explain why it was so enjoyable? Do all humans enjoy sex? Why?” She continued a breath into your happy moment. So, you’d interested the android in sex, but you would have to spend the rest of the night teaching her the complexities next.

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