#you would think I’m Christian but I am not I was just raised in it lmfao

[tragedykery]

you know what? to be completely fair to dr victor hoppe, if that had happened to me, I, too would develop a complicated (read: fucked up) relationship with like. Everything

[the-hopeless-haze]

Bruce darling, get a fucking grip. You're gonna get both reader and yourself in trouble🤦‍♂ also I love how much he cares about her, that he's ready to wait forever 😭 like please someone love me like that. I liked your wax poetry on Catholicism, even tho I'm not Christian and almost everything went over my head 😅 keep making amazing content, bye - (the anon waiting for her result)

Lmfao he doesn’t care 💀 Falcone is such an asshole tho he deserves it. and yeah like I had him say at the end “I killed for this” like he really did 😭

Also thank you! I’m glad you liked it even though you don’t have the background. I went more into this on the notes on ao3 but like the Jesus metaphors for superheroes aren’t even concealed most of the time. Like and that’s the point of them they are kind of religious allegories, gods among men, people who are going to save us from corruption and evil (which isn’t happening in real life which is why this is an escape). But I wanted to turn this on its head a little and have Bruce call it out directly and also commit sins in the process lmao. ALSO I think the reason I love Batman so much is because he’s one of the few superheroes who is actually just human like us and this movie really did a particularly good job at that like having him wipe out from flying, having him believe the wrong Spanish translation and waste precious time to catch the Riddler… like he’s infallible. He’s like us. Human. Life is pain. But he wants to do better in spite of all this. Like 😵‍💫 anyway if you like the Christian imagery I really suggest listening to The Killers - specifically the album Pressure Machine. The lead singer who writes a lot of the lyrics is actually Mormon but honestly most of Christianity is just the same stories different rules. I drew a lot of inspiration from them for this fic (it’s where all the song titles come from lol)

Thank you so much! And I hope the wait isn’t killing you and you hear good news when it finality comes back!

[chemicaljacketslut]

so we can pick a song we think we would do the best solo performance on that we went the a cappella choir to perform, and then we have to sing it a cappella by ourselves to like. prove we’d be a good soloist for it. & then we might use that song in our rep. and kind of a basic choice but listen…. take me to church

[betterfettered]

Ok but imagine if the Mc they got was religious.

Like daily prayers, church going. Pretty much full fledged christian ending up in devildom with literal demons.

•Religious!mc who devoted their life to christ getting railed by the demon bros (especially lucifer).

•Religious!mc who was saving themself for marriage can no longer do so after her nights with the boys.

•Religious!mc who wore a cross necklace clutching it around her neck as they get railed from behind.

•Religious mc! who prays for forgiveness after begging for more the night before.

(I’m sorry but corruption kink is top teir + first time doing something like this so idk if it’s like worded correctly)

Anonnamin this ask gels so well with another one that I got about a super sweet MC from my moon anon!

Alright, but imagine this. A cute little reader who is just SUCH a softie Like, they are the type to help old ladies cross the street, volunteer at soup kitchens, work at a bakery, always give the brothers random little gifts that remind them of them, and just wholesome stuff like that. But the poor bby always blames themselves for any problems, like they are such a little ball of sunshine who is always blaming themselves, it's quite sad actually. Like they are always trying to brighten everyone's day and smiling, but if someone even slightly raises their tone at reader, reader will start tearing up and apologizing. They are just such a sweet little thing, and like the entire school absolutely loves them and a lot of people see reader like a little sibling figure. Because of this the brothers absolutely love this innocent cute little reader who only wants to make everyone feel happy and loved, but then their are all the other students at school stealing away reader's attention and protecting reader when they see how obsessive and possessive the brothers are. (Reader has no clue though lol, absentee parental figures gang, don't know what healthy love is ✌) (If the brothers get born mad at reader, reader will cry and isolate themselves because "they aren't enough for them" and "they probably don't wanna deal with me right now", and just close themselves off) Moon anon 🌙

I'm gonna combine the two of them together into an ask about a super saintly MC. 🧚🏿 If you feel like there was something I missed feel free to send in another ask~

It's killing me to imagine a terrified religious!MC waking up and meeting real life villains from the bible LOOOOOL literally wakes up, is introduced to The Actual Lucifer, passes back out again hahahahahha

I mention a trans girl with a dick in this, I don't know if that needs a warning. If you read this and appreciate the warning, please let me know somehow. Otherwise I'm not going to mention this kind of thing again.

(Gn!reader x AMAB!yandere, please let me know if reader is gendered)(noncon)(violence against reader)(gaslighting)(exhibitionism)(drugging)(plus size reader 💖🫡)(blasphemy, but you knew that LOLOL)(18+ readers only please, mdni)(Please let me know if I am missing a TW)[This is fetish content and rape and abuse are disgusting and inexcusable in real life.]

Yandere!Lucifer would soon feel pretty protective over an MC like this, especially because he thinks you're so foolish easily taken advantage of. He would also appreciate how obedient you are, it's so much easier than needing to tell his brothers to do or not do things over and over again. In a sense, he would protect you from things that he would do to you himself: he's not going to let concerned students at RAD take up all of your time because he himself is going to take up all of your time. He's not going to let other people order you around but he certainly is going to order you around. Most importantly, he won't let other people force you to live your life one way or another because you will be living life to his exact specifications.

I think on the other hand that he'd be kind of personally offended by your brand of religiousness. It intrinsically paints him as a bad guy and makes his reasoning out to be unjustified which, even if it weren't a sore spot, contradicts what he likes to believe about himself. I think his real cruelty streak would start to show around how he dismisses your beliefs. The first time you earn yourself a bad punishment from him, he'll be determined to hurt and violate you in ways that you would not have been able to imagine before, shoving toys into you that are way, way too big for only your first time, putting chained clamps on your nipples and tugging them until you are hoarse from screaming, forcing orgasm upon orgasm onto you until you it only hurts, paddling you until you're shaking. He'll ask why your God isn't helping you, but no answer you give him will be the right one (earning a larger toy or maybe another paddle): the real answer is because you like what he's doing to you, it's what you've always wanted, and your God knows that.

Yandere!Mammon would be sooo bad with this kind of MC LOL He's such a scammer that he would completely take you for all you're worth. You'd both end up broke and in trouble because of him LOLLL He has a hard time admitting when he's done something shitty, so he might allow you to blame yourself for things quite a bit, maybe even use your low self esteem to guilt you for spending time with other people at school vying for your attention (I'll circle back to this).

I don't think he'd have it on him to outright force himself on you because you're so innocent and sweet. Instead, he'll probably slip a double dose of an aphrodisiac into a snack he serves you and wait for you to come onto him. Imagine always wearing a religious robe and, after being drugged, hurriedly yanking it up in a daze so you can dumbly grind on Mammon's thigh and grab his wrists so you can rub his hands all over your body because you have no idea what to actually do about being horny LOL After he fucks you until you're satisfied, he'll let you think that the entire thing was your idea all along. If you get way too torn up about your sinful thoughts and behavior he might grudgingly admit that maybe you ate something strange. Circling back to the above, he is happy to take advantage of your guilt and naivete but he does have a kernel of morals deep down.

Yandere!Leviathan would be obsessed with your purity and good heartedness. I don't even want to mention her in this context because she is a child but honestly your personality would align with a lot of the kinds of things he likes about Ruri-chan. It's the ideal magical girl: chipper, sweet, always trying to help others etc. He'd be quietly obsessed with your religious behavior: you might be praying and then look up and see him watching you, or when you are helping people with things in public he follows you around and tries to help, too.

Unfortunately, the more he becomes obsessed with your purity, the more dirty thinking about you sexually will become to him, which means it makes him all the hornier LOL You'll start to notice him staring at your body and giving you lingering touches on your legs and shoulders. When he finally can't take it any more, he will want to shield you from the corruption as much as possible. He'll sneak into your room at night with a blindfold, tie it over your eyes and tell you to just go back to sleep. Obviously you wouldn't be able to sleep through someone taking your virginity, so he'll just try to soothe you as you cry even though he's fucking you way too hard because of his inexperience. You feel dirty and bruised once he's done with you, but rather than comfort you, he'll apologize by insulting himself and saying how awful and wicked he is and how you deserve better. You are always inclined to blame yourself, so even though you still feel his handprints all over you and the weird slipperiness between your legs makes you feel disgusting, you'll tell him it's not his fault and wonder what you must have done to provoke him. Levi is one of those people who says "I am a bad person anyway so might as well do it again", so expect the nightly visits to continue. You'll spend them clutching a cross as tightly as you can and praying, sadly unaware that that is only turning him on more.

Yandere!Satan wants to study you like an academic subject and needs to know everything about you that there is to know, so he'd be very very interested in your religion since it's such a big part of who you are. He also doesn't have as much experience with the celestial realm as the other brothers, so is more open to hearing about what is in your Bible since he doesn't have his own beliefs about it. You would literally be doing "Bible study and chill" with him where he listens to you talk about God and read scripture, and you would be so pleased when he seems like maybe he is thinking about converting. After all, to you helping him see the Lord's light is one of the kindest, sweetest things you can do.

That's why when the "and chill" part comes in you would feel so shocked and betrayed. You're sitting on his lap, reading pages out loud to him when you feel his teeth latch onto your neck and his tongue move back and forth over the sensitive skin while he gropes you. Maybe you're confused about his intention, so you ask what he's doing while he pins you face down by your shoulders, pulling your ass up and against him. You'd be confused and trying to explain that this isn't pious at all when he tells you he doesn't believe any of that shit at all and never did, and the shock would be so deep you don't even cry while he pulls your clothes off and throws your Bible to the floor carelessly like it's trash. Like Lucifer, he's the type to ask something like where it says in your scriptures that you should cum all over his face while he gives you head, or to slap you and actually quote Bible passages about meekness to you when you try to resist, asking if you really even believe what you read to him.

Yandere!Asmodeus is going to think how innocent you are is so cute and try to corrupt you immediately. Imagine you have baked some cookies, and you are going to give them out. He'll offer to go with you and then right before you step into the classroom he'll catch you by your waist, pulling your soft body back towards him until his arms are smushing your stomach. Asmo will whisper with his lips against your ear that every one of these people who is vying for your attention because you're so sweet actually just wants to be the first one to breed you, that when you hand them cookies they just think about fucking every hole you have. He'll ask what hole you'd use for which person until you struggle to get out of his arms and run away.

But even when you're gone, you can't help but think of his question every time you hand out a cookie, or in gym when a girl tries to talk to you and you can see her cock through her pants you can't help but think you want to take her in your mouth because it would hurt anywhere else. It's embarrassing and flustering and makes you want to be by yourself, which is a perfect time for Asmo to come and find you, to yank your robe up and point out how aroused you are. He'll narrate what's happening to your body, explaining it's totally natural to feel that way when you want to have sex, and asking who you saw that made you so horny.

He'll do this as long as he needs to until you are begging him to help you with this feeling between your legs that's driving you crazy and makes it hard to sit still in class. When you apologize to god before begging him to fuck you, he'll tell you that there's no need to. God gave you these feelings so you could act on them. He wants you to feel pleasure.

Yandere!Beel would be annoyed with how you let anyone who wants your attention have it, and he'd dislike how you always trust your god to keep you safe instead of him. God lets bad things happen all the time, so in his mind thats a ridiculous system. Whenever he sees you clutching your cross or praying, he will demand to know what it is you're asking for and try to give it to you himself. He thinks religion and your cross is a distraction from your relationship to him, especially since he's met all the people you're talking about and none of them are that special to him. If he wants your attention, he just cuts in to where you are and demands it, even if that means picking you up and carrying you away.

Yan!Beel will always fuck you when his libido outpaces his sense of control, but when he hears you praying he'll be enraged. You don't need that stuff! He'll try to rip your cross off of your neck, but the chain is too strong so he ends up choking you by it. You'd better say that all you need is him, to calm him down. Otherwise, expect him to yank you around by the chain like its a leash, pounding you so hard that you can't catch your breath to pray or beg him to stop. After he cums he'll just jam him fingers into you, stroking you with his other hand until you say what you want.

Listen I love Yandere!Belphie being insane as much as the next cockwhore, but I think he would actually be really, really kind to an MC like this. He went to the human world often to meet new kinds of people since he loves learning about them, so he'd be really comforted by how sweet and gentle you are while also loving how you hold him while he naps and let him tuck his cold feet under you all the time. He likes your prayers because they put him to sleep and give him good dreams.

What would make him snap is the constant attention to other people. He's often waiting for you in bed, so waiting hours and hours just to find out you've been with other people would drive him absolutely crazy. You might be tutoring a few other students and he comes in, seizing you by your hair and slamming your head down onto a desk. You squirm and plead for him to stop, but he'd still rip your clothes off and fuck you in front of them so they know that you are his. Even while you're sobbing he'll say (loud so they can all hear) that he can feel you clenching down on him, so you must love it. You'd turn your head to ask the other demons for help and see most of them with their hands in their pants and their eyes smoldering with lust. The fact that you'd be in so much pain losing your virginity in front of a crowd that you struggle like crazy and pray to be saved just makes the show more interesting.

[mayariviolet]

AOT Men That Are Hozier-coded.

ft. Armin and Jean.

summary: Horny and pathetic. ESPECIALLY WHEN IT COMES TO YOU.

cw: slightly suggestive themes under the cut. religious guilt, specifically Catholic or Christian beliefs… obviously (y’all know me atp).

a/n: Someone who can write smut comfortably please write an armin x reader OR jean x reader fic to the tune of:

‘Take me to Church’ and ‘It Will Come Back,’ by Mr. Andrew Hozier Byrne. PLEASE

THEY ARE SO HOZIER CODED! I’m just rambling rn because I think I’m ovulating falling in love with them again. Maybe I will turn this into a series where I associate artists with certain characters… I don’t know.

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“My church offers no absolutes

She tells me, "Worship in the bedroom"

The only Heaven I'll be sent to

Is when I'm alone with you

I was born sick, but I love it

Command me to be well.”

LIKE TELL ME THATS NOT ARMIN… HE WOULD SO FEEL GUILTY ABOUT WANTING SOMEONE SO BADLY THAT ITS BORDERLINE SINFUL. BUT AT THE END OF THE DAY HE WOULDN’T CARE!

HE WANTS TO BE RALLIED AND HELD TO A HIGH STANDARD OR JUDGED BY SOMEONE HE REVERES, BC HE WANTS TO BE CHALLENGED. LORD HAVE MERCY. HE WOULD BE THE KIND OF DUDE TO HAVE IMPROMPTU RELATIONS IN A CONFESSIONAL. SURE HE WOULD FEEL GUILTY, BUT IT WOULD BE SO GOOD IN THE MOMENT! HE WOULD PROBABLY THINK HE FOUND SALVATION WITH YOU UNDERNEATH HIM. Impromptu, ‘Wrong use of a rosary.’

He probably sang in the choir or played the piano and just decided to drag you to church one day. Not in a:

‘I’m going to convert you’-way.

More like,

‘Look at this thing I’m proud of!’-way.

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“Don't let it in with no intention to keep it

Jesus Christ, don't be kind to it

Honey, don't feed it, it will come back.”

THIS IS SO JEAN BC THIS BOY IS A MUNCH!!!

I AM TIRED OF PRETENDING HE ISN’T.

He is so pathetic in a way that is just so satisfying for both of you. THIS MAN LOVES YOU IN EVERY SENSE OF THE WORLD AND IS SO ANNOYING ABOUT IT. ESPECIALLY AT THE END OF THE SONG WHEN HOZIER SAID

“Don’t you hear me howling babe?”

HE IS CALLING FOR YOU! AGHHH!

If ever he got in a fwb type of situation I feel like Jean would jokingly say,

“Don’t fall in love with me.” and you’d be like, “Okay? I wasn’t planning to…”

BUT THEN HE WOULD BE ALL POUTY AND TAKE IT ALL BACK WITH SOMETHING LIKE,

“Wait no I lied please fall in love with me-”

So when you do finally fall in love it’s kind of a:

“Last chance to back out because once we do this with emotion, there’s no turning back.”

MORE OF A WARNING FOR YOU BECAUSE HE LOVES SO DEEPLY.

Jean would not be one to go to Church because he doesn’t believe in God or a higher power. He’s open to discussing it, though, especially if you are. But if he could choose to worship something or dedicate his life to it would be YOU.

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(Me after writing this…)

a/n: I have no idea why I’m so feral lately. Nor, why I keep writing head canons at like three am… I’m gonna finish editing the first chapter of my Geto fic tomorrow. Hopefully upload it by Saturday!

I should also clarify that I was literally raised Catholic.

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© Please do not copy or replicate my work. Inspiration is appreciated, but credit properly! ♡

[ladykailitha]

A Valentine’s Day to Remember Steve’s POV Part 1

I decided to do a Valentine fic for steddie, because I was seeing all the “Eddie has never been anyone’s Valentine” or “Eddie hates Valentine’s” fics and wanted to see one where Steve hates Valentine’s day. And it spawned a 5000+ fic with feels. But then I wanted to see the same story from Eddie’s POV and so I’m in the middle of that one.

I will post Steve’s POV in three parts until Valentine’s day. And then start posting the Eddie POV on Valentine’s day. I will have a tag list for both if you want in on that.

*

Steve Harrington loathed Valentine’s day when he had a girlfriend. All that pressure to perform. Have the right flowers, the right chocolates, the dinner reservation. No home cooked meals, no freshly picked flowers, no (insert favorite treat here). It had been drilled into his head by friends and girlfriends alike.

But he absolutely hated it as a single person and one couldn’t just ask someone for a date on Valentine’s because the person would assume it was more than a one-night deal.

“I’m just going to work and then hide in my room until the fifteenth and hope to hell not too many couples come in looking for a romantic movie to ignore after fifteen minutes while they make out,” he was telling Robin the week before the dreaded date.

Just then a voice sounded behind them, “Doth my cynic ears deceive me or doth Sir Stephen not have a date for Valentine’s day?”

Steve sighed and turned around. “Hey Eddie.”

Eddie grinned, dimpling his cheeks in that way that made the butterflies in Steve’s stomach take off.

“Seriously though, man,” Eddie said. “You really don’t have a date?”

“Dingus here hasn’t even flirted since Christmas,” Robin helpfully supplied.

He turned to look Steve up and down. “Why not?”

Steve looked over at Robin and then to the floor. “The last girl I went out with kept asking me to put a scarf around my neck even while we were inside so she wouldn’t have to see my scars.”

Eddie’s eyes went wide. “What?”

Steve looked up through his eyelashes. “I broke up with her by taking off my shirt and telling her that if the neck scar bothered her so bad, she should see the really gnarly ones.”

Robin made a disgusted face. “I found her puking in the hydrangeas.”

“And that is why I don’t date anymore,” Steve said with a flourish.

Eddie jumped up on the counter and sighed. “I hear that. Being gay in white Christian Hawkins was hard enough, but add the Satanic panic and that well has truly fucking dried up.”

Steve patted Eddie’s knee. “I’m sorry. You’re problems are so much bigger than mine. I really don’t have room to complain.”

Eddie covered Steve’s hand with his own. “Hey, don’t think like that, man. Your problems are different. Not bigger, okay?”

Steve nodded. “I guess we all can’t be as lucky as Robin.”

Eddie raised an eyebrow at her. “Does Birdie have a date? For Valentine’s?”

Robin blushed. “A girl in my economics class at the university. We’ve been dating a couple of weeks. Apparently she has something fun planned.”

Steve waved his hand at her in annoyance. “See? She’s even more lucky because she doesn’t have to plan the damn thing.”

Eddie frowned. “You’ve always had to do the planning?”

Steve sighed. “The downsides of being a raging heterosexual; being expected to do all the planning, pay for everything, and hope for at least a kiss at the end.”

“I thought you were bi,” Robin said.

“Oh I am,” Steve said, “but all that was from before I realized what I was.”

Eddie licked his lips. “So let me get this right, you’ve never had a Valentine’s day where you weren’t the one doing on all the planning. You’ve never been on a date with a man. And you don’t have a date for Valentine’s day. Do I have that right?”

Steve nodded. “Pretty much sums up the whole fucking ordeal, yeah.”

Eddie grinned. “Then you are in for a treat, pretty boy. I’m going to give you the best Valentine’s day you’ve ever had.”

Steve let out a choked gasp. “What?”

Eddie jumped down from his perch on the counter. “What time you off on the fourteenth?”

Steve looked at Robin in shock, not being able to find the words.

“He’s off at 3pm,” she said helpfully.

Eddie patted Steve on the cheek. “Perfect, pretty boy. I’d have someone else take you to work, because I will be picking you up.”

“But I’ll be all gross and want a shower before we do anything...” Steve complained.

Eddie grinned. “Don’t worry that gorgeous head of yours, darlin’. I wouldn’t let you get all upset over something like that. Just trust me.”

Steve gulped as his mind filled in with some of his dirtiest thoughts.

Eddie winked. “See you around, sweetheart.” He waved goodbye over his shoulder and sauntered back out the door.

Steve turned to Robin. “Did that just happen?” He pointed at the door in shock.

Robin grinned. “Yup!”

Steve was going to be in sooo much trouble.

*

Monday morning Eddie came bounding into the Family Video, the biggest grin on his face.

“Hey, Eddie!” Robin greeted.

“Is Steve here?” he asked, leaning on the counter.

“He’s restocking the romance section,” she said jutting her thumb behind her.

“Thanks!” he chirped and bounded off in the direction she indicated.

He rounded the corner to see Steve kneeling on the ground a large stack of tapes next him.

“Stevie!” Eddie greeted, throwing his arms open wide.

Steve turned and smiled up at him. “Hey, Eds. What brings you to Family Video on this horrible Monday morning?”

Eddie tilted his head to the side. “Aww...it’s not so bad.”

Steve stood up with a grunt. “It’s a triple strike. It’s February. It’s a Monday. And it’s cloudy with no chance of actual snow making it all the more depressing.”

Eddie grinned. “Yes...but I’m here!”

Steve laughed. “Yes, yes you are.”

“So...” Eddie said putting his hands on his lower back and hopping up and down on the balls of his feet, “whacha’s favorite flower?”

Steve’s shoulders slumped. “You don’t have to buy me flowers.”

Eddie wagged his finger at Steve. “Tsk, tsk, tsk, Stevie. Answer the question.”

Steve rolled his eyes and huffed out a sigh of annoyance. “They’re called alstroemarias. They look like little lilies and are readily available in winter.”

Eddie blinked at him. “What now?”

Steve sighed and began to walk back to the front. “Alstroemarias. I saw them at a cousin’s wedding when I was nine or ten. Really pretty flower and they come in all sorts of colors.”

He got behind the desk and wrote it down. He turned to Eddie who had dutifully followed him and handed him the paper.

Eddie took the paper. “You surprise me, Steve Harrington,” he said softly. “I thought for sure that you were going to pick something like sunflowers or orchids, some shit like that. But instead you hit me with a flower I’ve never heard of.”

Steve blushed. “I hope it’s okay.”

Eddie smiled fondly at him. “No, it’s perfect. Unique. I like that.” He stood there a moment looking at the paper in his hand. He coughed and straightened his spine. “Um...I’ll just be...yeah. I’ll see you later, Steve.”

He left and Steve stood there a moment before he banged his head on the counter with a loud moan of distress.

“What’s the matter with you? she asked.

Steve lifted his head and sighed. “He’s just doing this as a friend, Robs.”

Robin blinked at him a moment. “What’s wrong with that? I think it’s kind of cute that he’s going out of his way to give you the best Valentine’s you’ve ever had.”

Steve propped his head on his hands. “The problem is that I wish it was all real. That it was a proper date. That it wasn’t pretend.”

She put her arms around him. “Oh, Steve...”

He wrapped his hand around her wrist and held on. “I keep thinking what it would be like if we actually dating. That we were planning this together.”

“You should tell him that,” Robin murmured.

“What if he doesn’t like me like that?” Steve asked. “How can I possibly risk our friendship over me being mopey about a dumb holiday?”

She pulled back and began to run her fingers through his hair. “I’ll tell you what. Go on the date. You treat it like it’s the real thing and see how he reacts. If he shies away then you know he just wants to be friends. But if he leans into it, then you go for a kiss at the end of the night.”

Steve raised his head. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” Robin said firmly.

Steve nodded. “Yeah. I can do that. Thanks, Robs.” He kissed her cheek and went back to work.

She watched him go with a shake of her head. “Dingus.”

Part 2 Part 3

[julianalvarez9]

saw her first / mason mount & christian pulisic

request: hi! since your request is open can i request for a christian pulisic fic where reader is dating christian and she’s mason’s bestfriend. 3 of them are hanging out together in mason’s house and mason was complaining about his day to christian & reader but she is distracted by christian’s arm tattoos, she keep tracing it and inspecting it like she has never seen it before and mason is sooo done with reader’s behaviour and he called her out. make it fluffy, funny and sweet please!! thank you ❤️

pairing: bff!reader x bff!mason x bf!christian

word count: 0.9k

author's note: took me a bit but here it is! hope you like it 🤍

nothing had been going like mason wanted today.

he was rambling about it ever since he got through the door with your boyfriend, christian, just after practice. his effusive hands and his pacing throughout your flat reflected how conflicted he was about whatever it was that he was talking about, but running on almost no sleep it was almost impossible to catch what he was saying. mason stopped, dead in his tracks, and looked straight at you, once he realized you weren't replying to anything he was saying. he saw that you were too caught up in your boyfriend's tattoos in his left arm, tracing with your finger every line that adorned his skin.

you knew his arm like it was your own, having your finger traveling throughout the lines that dressed his skin with all sorts of drawings even before you two became a couple. mason obviously noticed your lack of attention to his complaints, and fuelled the anger that was already brewing in his bones.

“y/n, are you even listening to me?” he exclaimed, stopping on his tracks and getting his hands on his hips, eyes glaring at you when you dared to lift up your own, paying attention again once you heard your name.

you replied, maybe too quick to sound convincing. “of course i am!”.

mason lifted his eyebrows in an interrogative way, while christian stood up to find a glass of water in the kitchen, wanting to avoid his friend's wrath once he caught onto your lie.

“then what did i say?” he questioned, and his wicked smile grew the longer you took to answer him. “something about tuchel…?” you said, in a doubtful tone, clearly unsure about your answer. he opened his eyes wide at your mention of the german man who used to be chelsea's manager -key word, used. not anymore.

he raised his hands towards the sky, and then down onto his hair, looking like he might rip his head off. christian could only cough, trying to avoid getting drowned with the liquid he had been drinking before hearing your answer. “he hasn’t been with us since september!” mason said, high pitch in his voice noting how frustrated he was. you noticed he had tears in his eyes when he seated across from you, head in his hands that were supported in his legs. preoccupied by his reaction, you almost jumped to your feet, crouching by his side to hug him tightly.

“right, i’m sorry. i didn’t get to meet the new manager yet. i'm sorry, mase” you tried to explain, thinking that he was so mad at you that his anger spilled in tears. he lifted his gaze from his hands, to look at you through his glazed eyes. “you haven’t been coming to the matches?” mason said, voice broken in disbelief. you heard christian moving back into the living room, standing behind his friend to gently caress his head in a comforting way.

you explained, voice soft while looking back and forth between your best friend and your boyfriend behind him. “work has been insane these past few weeks. i promise i’ll be at the bridge for the next one, okay?”. you received a sympathetic smile in return, eyes now full of gentleness as they always were with mason. christian muttered, trying not to sound too judging but stating the truth nonetheless. he would never say something negative about your job, but he did miss seeing your face in the stands, cheering for him on the bridge or anywhere he played at. “you’ve been promising that to me since october…”, he noted.

“yeah, but i’m promising it to masey boy here” you said, jokingly, wanting to tease your boyfriend a bit. they always bickered about who’s your favorite, and even now, when you've been dating christian for almost two whole years, and he clearly knowing that he's got your heart completely, annoying him with mason never got old.

“you’re my girlfriend!” the american player said, big pout in his fully plump lips. you raised to your feet again, and gave him a quick peck on the lips, at which he grinned in return. mason, still in the couch and now under both of you, tried to separate you, like a little kid getting jealous about his mum and dad showing displays of affection in front of him. he got up, and turned to face christian now, pointing his finger accusingly at him. “she was my childhood neighbor before being your girlfriend, mate, i saw her first” he noted, smile that split his face in half at thinking he had won the argument. he always used that card against christian, even though you two hadn't really met there, only being aware of that fact due to your mom finding a pic of you and mason at one of your brother's birthday.

“yeah but-” your boyfriend tried to replicate, but you had grown tired of the argument replaying again and again, time after time, always with the same ending -no one winning, as you loved both boys to death. “enough of that!," you glared at both of them, two sets of wide eyes in return at your sudden raise in tone. an idea came to mind, and you, not being one to pass onto the fun, decide to joke a bit with the two best friends. "i’ll call tuchel to suspend both of you if you continue this nonsense” you quipped.

“for the last time, it’s potter now, y/n!" they both yelled at you, at which you could only laugh, clearly pleased with the annoyed look in both their faces.

[shentheauthor]

I see your headcanons on the Harbingers receiving flowers from their S/O, and raise you headcanons on how the Harbingers react to someone threatening their S/O? 🤭

This one is funny bc most of them would respond with MURDER GKBKKEKGKSKGKKSKGK

Fr tho— warning for violence & blood

Pierro:

He will threaten that person right back lmao

Imagine this tall ass man standing behind you

And just glaring the mf down

“Any business you have with them, you can take up with me.”

He will at least give them a warning to stop before banishing them or hurting them

If it happens again, or if they don’t back down, that person can kiss being alive goodbye

He will wrap you in blankets to comfort you after

Not the worst, tbh. 9/10 for handling the situation

Capitano:

He will just stand behind you menacingly

The person threatening you can FEEL his glare behind his helmet

If the person is too cocky and thinks they can get away with it, all cap needs to do is put a hand on his claymore (claymore cap real), and that person will stop

If they STILL don’t back down, again, they can say goodbye to living. Cap knows about 400 ways to kill a man, and he will use them all

Wraps you in his big ol arms after

“Do let me know if anyone dares to threaten you again” (with murderous intent)

Dottore:

Oh no

You will have to hold him back /srs

“Oh my god zandik I can handle this—“

“I know, but I am in need of a new test subject at the moment :)”

“ZANDIK NO”

He won’t even give a warning

All the segments are on that person like fire on dry leaves

All that will be left is a pile of bones

At least you’ll get a bunch of hugs after…? Maybe ask them all to clean the blood out of their coats first…

Columbina:

She will also just stand there, menacingly

She’ll actually be even more effective than capitano

She has a strange aura to her, and it really creeps people out

She’ll hold your hand and stare with a soft smile that holds an ocean’s worth of malice

Gently strokes your hair/head after and apologizes if she scared you, bc she knows she can be scary

You’ll never be scared of her tho, she would never hurt you

Arlecchino:

Violence immediately

Not quite as brutal as Dottore, but she will slap that mf so damn hard they see Jesus

Not even Celestia, straight up Jesus. She will slap them so hard they see a Christian deity.

She’ll kick them for good measure if they don’t stop

“Call me immediately if something like this happens again, dear”

She knows you can handle yourself, but she will not stand for anyone threatening her partner

Pulcinella:

If you ever think I’m gonna leave out my favorite gnome, you are WRONG /lh

Abuse of power woooooo 🎉🎉🎉🎉

Fr tho, he will also give a warning, like Pierro. He tries to solve situations with diplomacy, so he will direct that person’s wrath toward him.

“Any business you have with them can be taken up with me. What exactly do you want?”

If the person refuses to listen and continues to fight…

He can and will have that person thrown out of Snezhnaya violently

Or even in jail

Essentially if he sees them as a genuine threat to your safety, he isn’t taking any chances

He is certainly not above using his position to his advantage

Scaramouche:

Oh no (pt 2)

He will also jump straight to violence, but differently flavored than arle and dott

He will verbally stomp the aggressor into the ground before doing it literally

“Awfully bold of a pitiful, pathetic little worm like you to even go near gods like my partner and I”

He will have the mf begging for mercy, and he will give them none

They don’t deserve it

When they’re gone, he’ll turn to you and scold you (affectionately)

“Next time, you better handle this yourself. You’re strong and smart enough to deal with trash like this on your own.”

He says that like he won’t defend you every time without fail

Sandrone:

Oh no (pt 3)

There is no hope for the person threatening you I’m sorry

You won’t even see her coming before her “dolls” absolutely obliterate that person

I’m talking completely gone except for a red stain on the wall

“They don’t deserve the honor of becoming a doll”

You’re lucky she hasn’t turned you into a doll yet, but at least for now she wants to keep you alive

She treats you shockingly gently after

Offers to brush your hair, or if you don’t have hair or don’t like your hair being touched, she will ask to play dress up with you

Yea she kinda treats you like a doll gjejgkekgkekgk

But it’s ok, at least you aren’t a test subject /hj

Signora:

The final “oh no”

She already lost one s/o, she isn’t gonna let that happen to you

Kicks that mf like she kicked venti

Literally just beats their ass and switches to soft mode so fast after

“Are you alright, dear?”

Cuddlessssss

Man I’d give up all my limbs to be able to cuddle her

Pantalone:

He doesn’t like to get his hands dirty

So he will simply ruin them financially

Literally. He’ll get them fired and bar them from having unemployment benefits.

Blood and tears baby

If the person manages to actually hurt you, THEN the gloves are coming off

Pantalone will beat them half to death /srs

He doesn’t *like* to get his hands dirty, but he sure will if he has to

Buys you expensive things as a reward for putting up with that bullshit

“If anything like this happens again, treasure, let me know and I’ll take care of it”

Sugar daddy hours

Tartaglia:

Shockingly not an “oh no”

Don’t get me wrong, he will still be hella violent, but he won’t kill the guy

He’ll challenge them to a duel

He will win, and that person will be in the hospital for months

If the person declines the duel, he’ll go “no biggie” and threaten them right back.

“If you come near my partner again, I will drain the water from your body and feed you to the wolves”

And he will VERY clearly mean it

If the person has a death wish and keeps harassing you, they’ll just disappear without a trace

Contrary to popular opinion, he doesn’t actually like killing people that he wasn’t specifically instructed to, especially if they can’t fight back

But protecting the people he loves is more important

Cuddles you and makes you some bangin’ soup as comfort

I stand by the idea that he would be the best partner of all of them

[conjectureand-gloom]

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hamilton (feel free to request for any hamilton ship, i love them all so much, alexander is the absolute DREAM for a multishipper. alexander is my main target for angst! this is my main fandom)

jesus christ superstar (jesus/judas or jesus/judas/mary mainly for jcs, but feel free to ask for any other ships and i’ll consider it!! and no, i am not religious. i have been raised christian, but just ended up with religious trauma)

a good girls guide to murder (pipravi fluff and angst :) but i’ll so gladly write fics about sal and andie, or becca. ravi is my comfort character, and i just torture pip relentlessly)

nevermoor (personally i’m more of a cadence/morrigan girly, but fics for nevermoor will mainly be gen! i love found family, so jupiter & mog fluff or angst is my favourite)

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newsies (again, more gen fics, but i do ship dave/jack. also i love angsty crutchie fics. this is one of my smaller fandoms, so these will be super inaccurate)

keeper of the lost cities (preferably marella/linh or tam/keefe! but again, feel free to ask for any ship!!)

hunger games (gen, preferably. but i’m team peeta in case anyone was wondering. fuck gale.)

maze runner (okay i haven’t read or seen TMR in ages but newt/thomas)

divergent (canon ships only. and no, christina/tobias is not canon.)

six (gen all the way. found family. also i love katherine howard angst over any other queen)

the song of achilles (achilles/patroclus? literally what other ship is there????? this is my favourite book)

wednesday (wednesday/enid. i feel like this requires no explanation. also. angst fics. i almost exclusively write angsty wednesday fics, rather than enid. i love the whole of the addams family, and i love familial hurt/comfort)

marauders (i’m not in the marauders fandom much at all, like i really only know the actual hp canon marauders. so.)

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i won’t write romanticised abuse, non/con, or anything like that. that’s not to say that my fics can’t have dark aspects, but i won’t romanticise any of that.

on that, i’m not going to write any non/con, romanticised or not

also, i won’t write omegaverse, nor will i write y/n or self insert fics. nothing wrong with those genres, i just don’t write them!

‎‧₊˚✩ 🪐✩˚₊‧ written works ‎‧₊˚✩ 🪐✩˚₊‧

It’s Only A Matter Of Time - A Hamilton Watches Hamilton Fic

i wish i could say that was the last time

call me son one more time

when they surround our troops

then a hurricane came

take a break

and his right hand man…

she was holding me

the great war

we got traffic on the west side

steal into my affections

the fact that you’re alive is a miracle

fools who run their mouths off wind up dead

my father wasn’t around

philip, you would like it uptown

i may not live to see our glory…

an outrageous demand

stay alive

my dear, angelica

to convince you that i love you

but this situation’s helpless

like mother, like daughter (agggtm)

“but now this room is spinning…”

“i’ll call out your name but you won’t call back”

“like crying out in empty rooms, with no one there except the moon”

me in your sweater, you said it looked better on me than it did you (gifted to @holes-in-my-false-confidence)

baby it’s cold outside

the entire exposé (inspired entirely off of @jittyjames’ fanfiction series ‘the price of his war’)

my world is burning (yet another fic based off of jami’s series ‘the price of his war’)

i’m sorry if any of these links are incorrect, i spent over an hour on just this section

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achilles, come down (last two works in series still need to be written)

je m’appelle… lafayette? (one chapter to go)

lams (taylor’s version) (a few chapters to go, unsure if it will be finished)

you’re the one who disappears (agggtm, unsure if it will be finished, or when)

judas’ death (jcs angst fanfiction)

untitled (hamil-gang liminal spaces au longfic thing idk)

febuwhump drabbles (possibly)

be my valentine challenge

so big/so small (so big/so small from deh but hamilton and his ma)

bloom like rose thorns (a longfic that may or may not ever be finished)

rewrite of ‘i wish i could say that was the last time’ and ‘call me son one more time’

baby don’t cut (lams angst based off of a song with the same name)

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fem!hamilton au with @jittyjames and @firebalda

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[sebstan2020]

Red Ties

Chapter 26

Mary, a sweet Christian girl living in the city of Brooklyn as a nurse had a simple life. She loved her work, her friends and attending church every Sunday and helping Reverend McCarthy. Her life was nothing out of the ordinary. However, it all changed one day when she bumps into the intriguing and intimidating James Barnes, Brooklyn’s notorious mafia boss and is introduced to a world of guns, lust and dominance.

Warnings: BDSM, Dom/Sub, Mafia, Violence, Gang, SMUT, Sex, Possessive Bucky, Overprotectiveness, Bondage, Sexual Themes, Dark Themes, Guns, Drugs, Gang Violence

Mary glanced at her phone as it buzzed on the side, her hand resting in the palm of her hand as she had been writing patient notes. She grabbed it lazily, groaning at the name on the screen. James had not stopped calling her for the past two days since she had run out and left him. She still needed time to think and wonder what she should do. You could say this was her first ever argument, fight, or dilemma in a relationship that she had to face, and she had no clue what to do.

She was torn. She enjoyed being with James; she loved the way he made her feel, and not just in the bedroom, but his cool, calm, and collected personality was relaxing for her. But she couldn’t forget that she was a Christian girl, a person who respected God so much that she felt guilty for even knowing about the things he did. Murderers don’t go around New York City like it's an average day and carry on like everything is normal. They end up in prison, where they belong. Mary couldn’t think about what else James was involved in or got up to, and frankly, she didn’t want to know.

But these past two days had been weird, and she felt lonely and cold without him there. She slammed her phone down on the counter, ignoring his call, and went back to her notes. Her mind was fried with all these thoughts and feelings, and for a couple hours she just wanted to forget it all and distract herself with work.

“I am so tired."

Anya groaned as she shuffled into the nurses station, throwing her paperwork on the desk beside Mary’s.

“You’ve only just started,” Mary answered back, and Anya huffed.

“I know, but I had a late one last night,” she smirked, and Mary rolled her eyes. Did she even want to ask about the details of Anya’s night? She was about to say something when her phone buzzed again, and she ignored it as much as she could.

“Ooooo, James is calling you." Anya teased, and Mary hummed, ignoring the call and carrying on with her notes.

"Well, aren’t you going to answer it?” Anya asked, throwing her hands on her hips and furrowing her brows.

Mary looked up and sighed. She hadn’t yet told Anya anything about their mini-argument, how she hadn’t seen him for two days, or the fact that he was a mobster who liked to tie girls up and spank them. She hadn’t said anything, and she wasn’t even sure how to phrase any of that to Anya. The slightest indication that this guy was a red flag would make Anya block him, remove all points of contact, and get her out of it. But did Mary want that? Perhaps that's why she didn’t tell Anya yet, and they told each other everything.

“I’m busy,” she shrugged, and Anya scoffed.

“What’s going on?” She crossed her arms tightly over her chest, and Mary sighed. She was stuck, and there was no way out of this. She dropped her pen and threw her hands up in the air.

“Okay, we had a bit of a fight,” she admitted, and Anya slightly grinned.

"Oh, your first fight. I was wondering when this was going to happen, so what happened? Did he forget to pick you up or something?” She giggled, thinking this was going to be some petty argument that all couples had. Anya had plenty of them with ex-boyfriends. Mary bit her lower lip, wondering how to even start the conversation, and Anya gave her a pressing look, which stressed Mary out.

"Well, he..." she started, and Anya raised her brow, wanting more information.

"Yeah, he forgot to pick me up and left me waiting for hours at the church,” she spilled out quickly. Anya giggled, shaking her head.

“Seriously, look, couples always have their fights, and normally they are petty things like this. I’m sure he’ll make it up to you." Anya patted her back, and Mary nodded.

"Yeah, I know it’s silly; I’ll be over it by tonight, probably,” she lied, and Anya laughed.

“For his sake, I hope you are; he looks like he’s very sorry.” She gestured to her phone, and Mary hummed, nodding her head.

"Anyway, I’ll see you later." She patted her friend and shuffled out of the nursing station. Mary sighed heavily, rubbing her face as she dodged that bullet. She didn’t want to tell Anya yet, not until she knew what she was going to decide. Perhaps her not telling had made the decision for her. Mary picked up her phone, staring down at the missed call notifications. Five missed calls. Her thumb hovered over them, moving back and forth, deciding whether to call him or not. She shoved her phone down and decided to wait until later.

The day had gone slow, and Mary was glad to be going home. Normally James would have come and picked her up, and she would have gone off to his, having dinner together and ending up in bed while he gave her the best pleasure she had ever felt, sleeping soundly in his arms, but instead she was heading back to her small, cold apartment.

“Hey Mare,” Peter called as he ran up to her to walk out with her. She smiled at him as he caught up with her.

“Hey, I haven’t seen you all day,” she wondered, and he nodded.

"Yeah, been so busy; how was your day?” He asked, walking next to her out into the slightly cold evening.

“It was long; I'm glad to be going home now,” she admitted. Peter looked around the car park and noticed James’s car wasn’t there.

“Is James picking you up?” He asked, his tone a little softer, and Mary shook her head to Peter’s surprise.

"Er, no, I’m just going home tonight,” she said, and he furrowed his brows.

"Oh, really, he always picks you up?” He asked, and Mary sighed.

"Yeah, we had a bit of a fight, so we aren’t really talking,” she said sadly, and Peter’s brows went from furrowed to raised in seconds.

“Oh no, well, if you need company or just want to talk, you know I’m here,” he smiled, and Mary turned to him, giving him a soft smile and rubbed his arm.

"Thanks, Peter; I’m glad I have you." Peter grinned, reaching in for a hug and hugging her tightly, leaving himself wrapped around her for a good few seconds, burying his face in her neck before pulling away. Selfishly, he was glad. He would never admit that, but maybe his suspicions about James were right. Either way, he would be here for Mary, especially if they broke up officially. He didn’t want to see her sad like this, but then again, if that bastard had made her this way, surely he wasn’t as good of a guy as he made himself out to be.

Mary threw her bag in the corner of her apartment, throwing herself on the couch. She didn’t have energy to make dinner, and she didn’t have energy to turn the TV on. She just laid there, staring up at the ceiling, thinking long and hard about James. These past two days had been horrible without him, yet she knew things she wished she hadn’t. His gun business was all a lie to cover up the fact that he was probably the one selling them and using them against people. It scared her. But she couldn’t forget all the times he made her feel good, made her feel special, and made her feel protected and loved. And she wanted that.

Mary took her phone out of her pocket and stared at it, her thumb once again hovering over the call button to James’s number. She took a deep breath, tapping on it lightly, and it began to ring. Her heart started beating fast, getting her all nervous and working up, like it was the first time talking to him. She held her phone to her ear, and it didn’t take long for him to answer, his voice groggy and low.

“Mary?” He said that, and she took another deep breath.

“James… I think we should talk in person,” she said simply.

“I miss you.” His voice was so smooth and husky, and Mary had to ignore the urge to grin and blush at it. She wanted to say I miss you but held herself back from doing so.

“Shall I come over?” She asked, although she really should have decided where this talk was going to happen. She needed to be in control, but that had jumped out the window.

“Yeah, I can come pick you up.".

“I’ll drive,” she interrupted him, and she heard him sigh, but he accepted anyway.

“Okay, I’ll see you in a bit then,” he said softly, and she nodded but realised he couldn’t see her.

"Yes,” she said quickly, catching her breath and letting her heart and body calm down. Why was that so nerve-racking?

The whole drive to his was nerve-racking, and when she pulled up to his mansion, she stayed in her car for what seemed like ages until she finally plucked up the courage to get out and go to the front door. It didn’t take long from her knocking for James to answer. He was looking handsome as ever, dressed in a tight-fitting suit, white shirt, black jacket, dark blue tie, and dress shoes; his hair was slightly wild, strands falling in front of his face, others tucked behind his ear; his parting was completely askew; and his rich cologne was intoxicating her. Mary had to ignore the tingle her body felt at the sight of him, and after two days, it was even more intense than normal.

"Hi,” he said quietly, as if he were nervous about what to say, and Mary smiled lightly, returning his hello. He moved to the side to allow her in, shutting the door behind her with a loud click, and Mary clutched her hands together, waiting for him to lead the way.

“Can we go to my office?” He said, and she nodded silently, although on their walk there she regretted the decision to go to his office. But it was either that or the bedroom, and either way, the two rooms held a secret about him that she only just found out. The way he walked only made him more irresistible, and Mary tried to hold it together, looking everywhere but at the gorgeous man standing in front of her. It was annoying to see the effect he had on her so easily.

They were alone in the office, which was slightly more illuminated than last time. Mary stood near the door, beside a couch, as James paced slowly, turning to start the dreaded conversation, relaying his plea speech he had come up with for Mary to take him back. He was even going to beg her, something he had never done in his life and had only seen on the other side of him. But he was unexpectedly surprised by what happened next.

"Okay, I know I shouldn't be saying this, and this goes against everything that I believe in, but I like you. I really like you, and I know that I shouldn’t after what you told me, but over the last two days, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you. I mean, I should have gone straight to the police about you, but I didn’t because I don’t want this to end and I don’t want you to go away, even though whatever it is you do is completely wrong. I don’t even know what to say about the other thing you told me, but I can’t help wanting to be with you. I didn’t even tell Anya because I knew she’d tell me to end this immediately, and I don’t want that." She was out of breath, and she was pacing. She stood, catching her breath and trying to think of what else to say, even though she had laid out pretty much everything she had wanted to.

James stood, quiet and still, eyes wide and lips slightly parted. He hadn’t expected this at all. He had expected her to cut things off, never wanting to see him again, not giving him a chance to explain anything, and yet she had come in and spilled her guts with only the truth that after everything he had done, she still wanted to be with him. She knew in her heart that she couldn’t end this with him, and he wanted to grab her, kiss her, and thank her for giving him a second chance, but he stayed still, waiting for her to fully finish.

Mary dropped her hands to her sides, her arms slapping against her body, and she smiled awkwardly.

“Are you sure?” He asked softly, and Mary nodded.

"Yes, I’m sure. I’ve never felt like this with anyone, and you are the only person who makes me feel this way. Not that that’s to say I respect or forgive anything you have done as a She couldn't come to say the word, but James knew what she meant.

“But we shouldn't always judge people, and there must be a reason as to why you do those things, and I don’t want to know because if I do, I’ll feel guilty about it, but if I ever ask you anything, you have to be honest with me,” she said, pointing her finger at him. It was a condition she had decided on. She didn’t want details all the time, but if there was ever a time she needed to know something to keep her sanity at bay, she expected him to be fully honest with her.

"Okay,” he nodded. At this stage, he’ll do anything for her.

“And if you’re thinking that I’ll go to the police, I won’t. Not unless I think I should,” she wanted, and James wanted to chuckle and smirk. The police had no hold on him anyway, but right now, he wasn’t going to ruin this for him. He nodded quietly, and Mary sighed, scraping her hair back.

“I don’t quite understand it all, but I like you, and you’re the first person I’ve ever liked.” The word was on the tip of her tongue, but she refrained from saying it. James stepped forward, reaching out for her, cupping her sweet face in his hands, and he leaned down, his lips inches from her as he lifted her head up.

“I like you too; I would never do anything to hurt you, and I promise to be completely honest from now on,” he murmured. Mary stared up into his dark eyes, losing herself in his gaze as he clutched her face a little tighter and pressed his soft lips to hers, stealing a slow and deep kiss from her. Mary fell into his touch, closing her eyes and moaning softly, that tingle taking over her body. She had given in; she couldn’t bear it any more to be away from James. She knew this was a sacrifice she was making, a risk to her faith, but he was too powerful for her, and she hoped that with a little extra prayer and complete honesty, she wouldn’t be judged.

James rested his head on hers, holding her there for what felt like minutes, his smile creeping up on his lips as he was relieved. He couldn’t stand these two days of being away from her, being so alone, and not having her there with him. He had learned from his mistake now and wasn’t going to do the same again.

“Stay with me,” he asked, and Mary nodded against his head. He pecked her lightly, reaching up and grabbing her under her ass, lifting her so her legs straddled him as he carried her upstairs. 

Mary was sleeping soundly in bed, naked and warm. James had snuck out quietly, padding downstairs to his office. He was only going to be a couple of minutes before he’d race back upstairs and slip back in bed, wrapping Mary in his arms as if he never wanted her to leave again. He had one quick thing he needed to do before he could sleep.

He held his phone to his ear as the number rung, leaning against the desk as he waited for them to pick up.

“James” Reverend McCarthy’s voice answered, and James slightly smirked.

“Thank you for doing that,” he said simply.

“So she took you back,” he said, and James hummed.

“Yes, although I think she’s worried God will judge her for getting back with a guy like me,” he said, crossing one arm under his elbow and holding up his arm with the phone. John chuckled slightly.

“Don’t worry, she’ll be fine. I told her to follow her heart, which meant she’d take you back. She’ll most likely just see me more often to get over the guilt of knowing she’s with a mobster,” he admitted.

“So I guess I owe you a favour now,” James joked.

“Have this one on the house; you already owe me one for that shipment coming in, and James, don’t fuck this up. She’s a sweet girl who doesn’t deserve to get hurt. There’s only so much I can do.”.

“I won't; I don’t want the last two days to happen again, and besides, she doesn’t want to know the details, only if she ever asks.”.

“What about you wanting to dominate her?” John asked.

“We haven’t discussed it yet; tonight I’m just glad she’s back, but I’ll bring it up later,” James shrugged. He didn’t want to ruin this.

"Okay, James,” John said.

“Thank you, John; I appreciate your help." John chuckled.

“Remember, don’t fuck it up.”.

James smirked, hanging up the call, and he quickly dashed back upstairs, crawling back into bed with the sleeping beauty that was Mary.

Chapter 27

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[fernandezology]

don’t take me for granted-mason mount

pairing: mason mount x reader

summary: “but every time i leaned over and said i’m sorry you said it was fine. you squeezed my hand and said it’s fine. i love you. don’t worry... it’s fine.”

warnings: angst with a twist at the end

word count: 1,2 k

life is good.cause we fucking did it. it couldn’t have gone better.

you looked beautiful tonight.the entire night, while i was talking to all these smiling,sweet,rich people who one month ago wouldn’t give me the time of day... i would look across the room and see you. and i’d think, god,she is the most beautiful fucking creature on planet earth.and the sexiest. there’s truly no one sexier. even christian said it.

speech he gave after being voted as the best at fifa awards left you…speechless.you had no intention of talking to him so you just looked at him confused.

he recognized your “what is that supposed to mean” look because let’s face it,he knew you like the back of his hand.

not in a bad way. a good way. a respectful way. but it’s true. every time i’d see you... he continued to talk while kissing the back of your neck,with your glass of old fashioned,smiling and chatting it up,i’d think to myself:

“god, am i fucking lucky.”

nobody in their right mind would have energy to start an argument after a long night of pretending to be interested in people you’ve never seen before. thankfully,there were few familiar faces who made this night bearable. however,some of them turned it into the worst night ever. including him. you didn’t want to raise any suspicion so you dryly smiled at him.

what was that?

what?

that smile?

what?

it was a fake smile. i thought you are going to be a little bit more excited for me. don’t think your behavior went unnoticed. it seemed like you were not yourself tonight, especially around my mum. what’s wrong?

point is… i don’t have nothing to say to her. which is the reason i didn’t talk to her.

it’s just... she notices.

really?

yes.

how do you know?

i just do.

really?

well she sees how you are with other people... you’re talkative, you’re funny.

what can i say, i’m personable.

right. which makes her insecure.

what? other human beings with personalities?

no. it’s the fact that you’re not yourself and she knows it. can you just tell me what happened?

tust me. it’s not a good idea. let’s talk tomorrow.

but i know you’re upset at me.

it’s not a big deal.

i can’t go to sleep knowing you’re angry.

i’m begging you. nothing productive is going to be said tonight.

how do you know?

because i know you.

you turn and walk down the hall toward to bedroom,already regretting you said anything because he is not gonna let it go now.

as you were taking off your jewelry,you look at him in the mirror,realizing this is gonna be a long night. truthfully,you didn’t have one of those in a while- at least not this sort of long night.

really... you wanna go there? it’s your speech, mason.

why do you have to find something... anything...the most minor fucking detail to harp on, to fucking ensure that there is no possible fucking reason to celebrate.

you didn’t thank me, mason. that’s not a minor fucking detail. that’s a big one.

oh give me a fucking break. when i said you’ll find the most minor fucking detail and turn it ugly... i fucking meant it.

but i’ve thanked you a million times before. you know i’m thankful. you know I’m appreciative. and you know it was a mistake, so why turn it into anything more?

because it is more.

you can’t be serious.

i’m dead serious.

then you’re out of your mind.

and you’re hyperbolic.

i’m not. it’s hysterical to think that forgetting to thank you is symbolic of anything other than me legitimately forgetting to fucking thank you.

you looked at him in the mirror and turned to him:

mason,you thanked a hundred fucking people. you thanked your agents. your teammates. your parents. your fucking third grade teacher and the kid who was playing with you at academy when you were eleven years old and saw whatever-the-fuck.

i didn’t thank the guy who saw me scoring a free-kick identical to one i scored in 2020?

you know what i mean -

you don’t have to be sarcastic and petty about it. i forgot to thank you.i am sorry. i am genuinely sorry.which is why i apologized a hundred times during the awards. i couldn’t even focus on the awards because i felt so guilty.

that’s a shame.

but every time i leaned over and said i’m sorry you said it was fine. you squeezed my hand and said “it’s fine. i love you. don’t worry... it’s fine.”

well mason,i changed my mind.it’s not fine.

how can you just change your mind?

honestly... it’s really fucking easy.

that doesn’t seem a little crazy to you?

not at all.

really?

nope.

why?

because while i was sitting through awards it was fine,then every single person from your dad to declan came up and said, “i know you’re probably a little upset he forgot to thank you but i know how much he counts on you.”

they said that?

they told me not to read into it.

what does that mean?

that’s funny you say that... that’s the exact same thought i had. but let’s not digress. because as the night went on, i became less fine with it.

before you could continue why you weren’t fine with it,he asked you to sit next him. even though this was probably your worst fight ever,you missed being close to him and how could you refuse?

because it’s not just about you forgetting to thank me. it’s about how you see me and how you view my contribution, not just to this relationship, but to your work. after listening to you complain about new coaches,new methods,waking up in the middle of night when you were crying about not being good enough and not wanting to leave your childhood club,supporting you when you wanted to quit football completely…

i really hope you don’t actually think that i don’t appreciate everything you did for me. for us. if it wasn’t for you,i wouldn’t be here where i am right now. i would still be mediocre. there is a reason why they say that after every great man is a great woman. you are the most loving and patient person i know. thank you for everything, i don’t know how will i ever make it up to you,but i’ll do everything in my power to make you the happiest woman in world every day until we die. i’m so sorry. thank you. thank you for loving me. for making my life anything but mediocre. we make the best team and i love you,baby.

i love you too,just don’t take me for granted.

great... are we no longer fighting?

you look at him and smile and then it turns into a laugh.

what? don’t tell me you already know what i wanted to ask you. he smiled for first time since you came home and but it felt like forever since you last seen his contagious smile- one of many things that made you fall in love with him.

you shrugged your shoulders, completely oblivious on what is he talking about until you saw him getting on one knee.

will you marry me?

[stiffyck]

Hey Stiff,

@scittiesenjoyer here (why won’t Tumblr let me ask from a side blog)

I kinda went off in the tags of two anonymous asks you got implying you were racist for giving Scar a big nose in your art

I’m here to double down

Because I love your art and seeing you in the community and it makes my blood boil to think that some dickhead accusing you of something you didn’t do will make you feel less welcome here (honestly I wanna be a lot meaner to that anon, but I’m choosing to believe that they were coming from a good place and are just ignorant rather than malicious)

Anon has taken a very real issue and over applied it to the point of almost parody. I would like to make it clear that I am white myself and was raised Christian (agnostic now not that it really matters), so by no means an expert on the issues faced by others. But I do listen to Jewish people and have read into the topic of harmful Jewish stereotypes seemingly more than anon. Prepare for me to give you two whole sources more than that anon

Yes overly large noses (often also hooked) are used in caricatures of Jewish people, but never in complete isolation. Here’s a post on Jew-coding, the practice of applying character traits that make you think of Jewish people. Which can be good or bad, depending on what is making you think of Jewish people

https://www.tumblr.com/roach-works/703234602671751168/on-jew-coding

It doesn’t touch on large noses, though it is often brought up in discussions around art and animation. Especially as villains are often negatively Jew-coded. Think big hooked noses, curly hair, bankers/moneylenders (or otherwise tight with money), and of course stealing or harming blond haired, blue eyed children. Here’s an article that goes more into that for Disney especially

https://www.heyalma.com/why-do-so-many-disney-villains-look-like-me/

I think something important about most of what you will read on this topic is that it’s never a single trait in isolation. It’s the layering of bad Jew-coding that makes something racist. A college student being frugal is not a racist stereotype. But if that college student also had curly hair, was cowardly, antagonised others, and had a thick New York accent then we’d need to be concerned

You giving a character with no illusions to being Jewish a big nose is not racist. You’re not making him the villain, or greedy, or part of some shadow council or otherwise applying any negative (or positive for that matter) Jew-coding to him. You are just drawing a guy and having fun with your art style

I know nothing I can say will take away how you’ve been feeling about that initial anon, it feels horrible to be accused of something like this. Especially when it comes out of nowhere, and in this case is quite unfounded. I know I would have been scrambling trying to figure out where I went wrong. I hope knowing some of the context helps alleviate any distress you’ve been feeling

Please keep playing with proportions and your art style. There is nothing wrong with exaggerating only select features while leaving the rest proportional, the implication that there could be baffles me. I totally understand you wanting to take a break from posting art for a bit. This would be a massive blow to anyone’s confidence. But I think it’s important that you not let this steal away your joy in creating the art you want to

I’m happy to talk more on this or anything else if you wanna reach out, sending love and artistic inspiration

Hi, thanks for the ask!

I think I can see where the anon is coming from when it comes to some of the stuff I drew but I genuinely never thought it would come off as anything bad? Like to me my design just sorta looks like a character you'd see in a cartoon, which is why the ask took me so off guard.

I also feel that since I'm white and I can't really talk about this because I'm not really well educated when it comes to this sorta stuff? Like I don't want to argue with someone or try to defend myself when I don't know enough.

I've been meaning to read up on some stuff but adhd has been making it hard to do literally anything tbh. I need to get medicated so I can read non-fandom related stuff and in general actually do more productive stuff (more art, other stuff i enjoy I haven't been able to do because executive dysfunction) but I'm getting off track here dkvfkdjge

Ive been real anxious lately and that ask really got to me so I don't know about any art for now. I just need some time I guess for the anxiety to ease up idk.

Basically. What I'm trying to say.

I dont know enough about this and in no way would I ever want to do something that's bad or comes off as a racist stereotype or something.

Thanks for the sources and thanks for the nice words

[thegaybluejay]

Okay hi I’m back with another ramble-y ATLA character analysis since this is low key my brand on here lmao-

Today I want to talk about Zuko from the lens of someone who also had to deconstruct. This will be long, but please bear with me!

I was raised in a very white conservative evangelical Christian bubble where literally EVERYONE I knew for the majority of my childhood and teenage years thought mostly the same way. There was a lot of othering and shaming of anyone who thought too differently. Even if it was sometimes said more passively than cruelly, there was always that underlying tone. “The others/the people outside of our group/the worldly ones are lost and need our help because we’re better than them!”

While I strived to not be cruel, my beliefs were still harmful. I lost a few friends when I got to my mid-late teenage years because I didn’t yet know how to challenge what I’d been taught.

I see so much of myself in Zuko.

Zuko was surrounded by propaganda his entire life. He was steeped in it - steeped in the blood of those that the system he supported/represented had hurt and killed.

Anger is a huge part of all of this. While my anger was never quite as outward as Zuko’s (I hid it fairly well and was always known as the “pretty good kid”), I can still so heavily relate to his anger. His anger at always falling just short of being good enough or perfect enough. His later anger at himself for not understanding how fucked up the system was sooner. His anger at the people that failed and hurt him. His anger at realizing how he failed and hurt other people. All of it.

I also understand his backslides in Book 2 and early Book 3. When you begin tackling the first layers of harmful shit you’ve been taught, it can quickly become so tempting to just call it quits and go back. You almost start to romanticize the simplicity of life before you began this journey. The rules and goals were so straightforward back then, and deconstructing is messy as hell. Even if you were deeply hurting in your old life, at least you weren’t so damn confused. You used to know your next steps, but now everything is in disarray and you don’t have a direction to rebuild in yet. Going back almost feels like it would be a survival tactic, a way to have a sense of control again. Zuko definitely 100% needed to atone for what he did in Ba Sing Se because it hurt others, and while I’d like to think I would’ve made a different choice in his shoes, I also get it on some level. The confusion stage sucks, and it’s not always linear either.

But then.

One day, something just clicks. You eventually deconstruct enough that you truly come to full terms with how fucked up it all is. And you realize that you don’t belong there anymore, and the version of you that DID belong was just a facade. The blinders fully come off, they’re never going back on, and a spark lights in you that prompts you to make a big change. The deeper you go, the more urgent this deconstruction becomes in your mind because holy fuck I have to do something about this. I want this shit out of my brain for good and I want to help make things better. I want to learn who I am and finally live that out.

THAT is one of the most pivotal points in the journey, and I loved seeing it within Zuko’s arc when he comes to this realization after the war meeting in Book 3 and leaves to join the Gaang. I also loved that they didn’t trust him the first time he came to them - both he as an individual and the system that he had once supported/represented had hurt these people, and it took some real apologies and some time to build up trust. It also wasn’t done with half assed centrism either - it was “I acknowledge that this system is completely broken and wrong and I will do everything in my power to help gut it from the top-down and restore it with love”.

This leads to another pivotal point in the journey - instead of being motivated by fear like you were when you were deep in the indoctrination or by the raw anger you first felt as you initially left, you start to be motivated by love. And it’s the most freeing thing.

It was so cool to see Zuko learn that, while his anger was a helpful tool (ie: the confrontation with his father and his overall anger at the corruption he saw in his nation), he couldn’t be fueled by it any longer. He had to find another motivation to keep going, and he was then taught by the Sun Warriors and the dragons how to be motivated by light and life and love and also how to use those alongside an anger that was finally righteous.

And with this, he was ready to fight. To fight for a cause he knew to be good. To fight arm in arm with his newly acquired family. To fight to fix what his nation had done to the world and to itself. To fight for love and peace instead of division and hate and destruction.

And wow is it a beautiful journey.

TL;DR - Zuko’s story is so powerful to those who are deconstructing and I love him so much! I also just enjoy doing character analysis hehe.

(I really love talking about ATLA, so if y’all want me to analyze other characters or even plotlines through a specific lens, feel free to submit an Ask and I will happily do so!!!)

(Also, quick ending note - this is just my personal experience with deconstruction! Other people’s retelling of their own deconstructions may be different from mine, and that’s totally okay!!)

[love-kurdt]

Swooping, Sloping, Cursive Letters: 16

word count: 466

PLEASE READ THIS IS ME TRYING FIRST, AS THIS STORY RELIES HEAVILY UPON THE CONTEXT OF TIMT

December 24, 1988

Dear Will,

For as long as I can remember after becoming friends with you, I’ve spent Hanukkah with your family, and you’ve spent Christmas with mine. I’m not sure when exactly this tradition started, but I think it stemmed from me being a whiny little shit as a kid. It was probably along the lines of something about feeling left out. I’m not even Jewish, and you’re not Christian (neither am I at this point, if I’m being completely honest with you), but we make it work.

Hanukkah at your place was great this year. Your mom’s cooking was fucking legendary, which is kind of funny, because on any other day, she wouldn’t be caught dead in a kitchen. But Hanukkah is different. And I’m glad that she raised you and Jonathan to embrace your Jewish identity. I think it’s pretty admirable.

Speaking of admirable; I have absolutely no idea how you got through tonight in one piece. I’m barely holding it together. You know how I talked in one of these letters about that grace you have during horrible situations that helps you persevere? You certainly had it tonight. I fucking wish I had that.

Every time my dad said something related to his objection to having you over, or how art was a terrible career path to take, or how we weren’t to do any funny business later (which we weren't going to do anyway, because we aren't dating), I wanted to fucking lunge across the table and strangle him. Every time I found myself teetering on the edge of murder trying to stand up for you, though, you’d put your hand on my leg under the table and run your thumb against my knee, almost as if to say, I can take it, Mike, don’t worry. But I do worry. You deserve so much more than what you can simply “take.” And I hate that my dad has the sheer audacity to insult you like that, even on a fucking holiday. He has no chill.

…Well, neither do I right now, so the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, I guess.

Anyway, I’m just writing this to thank you for helping me keep my cool. If it weren’t for you, I probably would have ruined the night with some indignant squawking about how you’ve been through enough and how my dad’s remarks were nothing short of dense. But I’m glad I didn’t blow up, or else you probably wouldn’t be too keen on staying over into tomorrow morning like you usually do. I really hope you like the gift I got for you. Spoiler alert: it’s a new set of pastels. And no, you can’t not accept them, because I threw out the receipt.

Merry Christmas, Will.

Love,

Mike

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Easter Surprises

Summary: Easter can be very exciting for kids, let's just say your husband plans to make it memorable for everyone.

Disclaimer: I realize that Wilson was raised Jewish. His father was Christian, however. I am NOT saying that he would celebrate Easter for the religious reasons necessarily, HOWEVER I do believe that if he had children he would go all out when it came to holidays (such as doing things like the Easter Bunny and Santa Claus). If you disagree or do not celebrate and do not wish to read please just ignore this. I literally only wrote it because I thought it was cute and I think that he would do all the holiday magic things because he'd just be so excited to participate and make his children happy. So happy Easter to those who celebrate and without further ado...

“Rosie! Bedtime!” I called to the mischievous toddler. She came running out of her playroom and jumped onto the couch next to me. I smiled as she wrapped her little arms around my neck. “Come on baby, let’s go.” I picked her up and started to walk to her bedroom.

“What about the water and carrots for the Easter Bunny?” She whined, I looked down at her face in surprise.

“I nearly forgot! Go get Daddy to wash some carrots.” I told her as I put her down so she could run ahead to the kitchen. Once I got there I found that James had already cleaned the carrots and prepared them on a plate with a glass of water. Rosie was eagerly reaching for the plate so she could find some place to set them. I laughed at her little grabby hands before walking over and helping. “It’s a good thing Daddy didn’t forget!”

“How could I? It’s an important night! The Easter Bunny comes tonight!” He laughed as he fed into the little girl’s excitement for tomorrow. We brought the plate and glass to the table making sure to put it out of Sara’s reach along with Rosie’s empty Easter basket. “Alright my princess, time for bed.” James turned to our daughter as she held her arms up to be picked up. He carried her on his hip and I followed them to her room to say goodnight.

Once Rosie had been put to bed James and I got to work. I retrieved the hidden candy and goodies that I had gotten at the store while James nibbled on the carrots and drank half the glass of water. Once he was finished he grabbed the basket and joined me on the floor.

This year we decided to skip the Easter grass due to Sara’s fascination with it (last year was a fiasco to say the least). I took out a few colorful plastic eggs and filled them with jelly beans while James readied the rest of the stuff. After everything was set nicely in the basket James ran around the house to find the perfect hiding spot while I cleaned up. When he came back he had the biggest grin on his face.

“Where’d you hide it?” I asked curious at his excitement but he shook his head.

“Nope, you’ll find out tomorrow when Rosie finds it.” He looked so proud of himself and his hiding skills.

“You didn’t make it too difficult, did you? She’s just a toddler.” I reminded him, sometimes it seemed like James enjoyed these things just as much as Rosie did. He sat down next to me and wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me into him.

“Of course not! I just can’t wait for tomorrow, it’s going to be perfect.” He mumbled as he kissed the side of my head. I smiled at the action.

“Mmkay. I’m gonna go to bed.” I got up and started towards the bedroom when I noticed an absence. “Are you coming?” I turned to look at him as he still sat on the floor. He looked up at me, his eyes sparkling.

“Oh, yeah! I’ll be there in a second. Love you.”

“Alright, love you too.” I smiled to myself before heading to bed.

I was asleep in bed, James had his arm wrapped around me when all of a sudden somebody jumped on top of us.

“Mommy! Daddy! The Easter Bunny came!” I groaned as I was woken up by our toddler’s shouts of joy but a smile quickly found it’s way across my face at her excitement.

“We’ll be there in a second sweetheart.” I heard James tell her before she ran off to the living room. I rolled over to face him, a small smile gracing my lips.

“Happy Easter babe.” He smiled before giving me a quick kiss.

“Happy Easter.”

Once we had gotten up Rosie dragged us to the kitchen to see the half eaten carrots and water.

“Look! The Easter Bunny left a note! And he signed it with his paw!” I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion as she took me to the table to see. Surely enough a torn sheet of paper was there with the words ‘Thanks for the snack Rosie! Happy Easter! Love the Easter Bunny!’ written in chicken scratch, a muddy paw print placed next to the signature. “Can we keep it?” She looked up at me, I, still a little surprised by the note, looked over to James who nodded while smiling.

“Of course! You know I think mommy has a frame that we could put this in so it doesn’t get damaged.” He bent down to her level as he picked up the letter.

“Just like your posters?” She asked sweetly. He nodded, still smiling at her before she cheered. I crouched down beside them and took the note from James.

“I’ll take the note and find that frame sweetheart, why don’t you go and find your basket?” She nodded vigorously before running off to find her treats. Once she was out of earshot I stood up and turned to James. “Is there something you want to tell me?” I raised a brow at him and crossed my arms.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” He tried to act nonchalant but that quickly changed when Sara jumped up on the table, her right paw covered in mud.

“Is that so?” He glared at the cat’s unfortunate timing before turning to me bashfully.

“I thought it’d be fun.” He said as he rubbed the back of his neck, I smiled at his thoughtfulness and kissed his cheek.

“You’re so sweet Jamey, I love you, now grab the cat so I can clean her paw better before Rosie sees it.” He smiled and happily obliged.

By the time the cat was cleaned up and we had finally settled into the couch we could hear Rosie’s shouts of joy indicating that she had found the basket (it was in the dryer). Before we knew it she was in the living room with her basket…and a larger than life pink and white plush bunny. She sat on the floor opening her candy and raving about the things she got while I turned to James.

“I don’t remember the Easter Bunny bringing a giant stuffed animal?” I whispered to him. “Would you know anything about that?” He shrugged.

“Ask the Easter Bunny.” I rolled my eyes before giving him a peck on the cheek once again and resting my head on his shoulder. “You know the Easter Bunny told me that you might have a little something hidden around the house.” I lifted my head to look at him silently questioning what he had said. “Of course you’d have to find it first.” He smirked. I shook my head before softly kissing his jaw.

“I don’t suppose I get any hints?”

“In exchange for kisses sure.” I rolled my eyes and stood up.

“I’ll take my chances then.” I said laughing before walking off to look.

To say the least Easter had been full of surprises.

[nicolesainz]

True soulmates (BC 21)

Ben Chilwell x reader

Warnings: mostly fluff, mentions of sex, angst, (Lance Stroll is mentioned as the ex boyfriend, sorry to all my Lance girlies)

Summary: what can a footballer give you more that your ex boyfriend couldn’t? what can one find in the arms of an childhood friend?

“Either you tell me the truth or you’ll never see me again!” Lance’s hand was on the door knob, waiting to be unlocked.

“What can’t you understand? Me and Ben are simply friends. I’ve known him my whole life!” I shout to his face, clearly being pointed as the liar once again.

“And that’s the problem! He’s too comfortable around you that thinks he can flirt with you even when I’m in the same room!” He is pulling his hair from frustration, trying not to scream.

“He isn’t flirting! Lance, come on. We’ve been together for two years. Ben is old enough to know what’s right or wrong”

“I tolerated him for two years and that’s enough. If I can’t reason neither of you, then there’s no point in us being together anymore” Lance’s words are bitter. They instantly hurt.

I don’t move. I only let my hot tears run down my cheeks, pooling my eyes and causing them to take a light shade of red.

“Even when we are away at races, he still somehow manages to capture your attention more than I do.”

His words may stab me like a knife but are true. Me and Ben were attached to the hip ever since I can remember. If I am not spending time with my family or Lance, it's definitely around Ben or along with his teammates. When I am with Lance on a race weekend, Ben and I tend to FaceTime a lot, because I skip a lot of his games with Chelsea.

That's when Christian's words echo once again in my brain

"You two are the definition of true soulmates. Completing each other."

"Do I lack in something? Is there something I can't give you that he can? Please tell me, Y/N!" the pleading Canadian's eyes were full in pain and lost all possible faith in me.

Lance has been nothing but an absolute sweetheart to me all those years. Introduced me from the very first moment to his friends, family, fellow f1 drivers. He has made me feel so many wonderful emotions, such as happiness, joy, pride, excitement.

And many more emotions but not one...that is love.

“I’m sorry Lance. I truly am.” I lower my head and let the tears drop on the floor. Why did this had to happen?

I can see his shadow approaching me and his fingers under my chin, raising my head so I can look him in the eyes. He isn’t mad. He looks disappointed and also sad. I feel awful for causing him pain.

“I didn’t want to make you feel like this! I swear if I could turn back time, I-“

“It’s okay. I am the one who’s sorry. I feel like you were wasting your time with me, when you should have been with someone else.”

“That’s not the case Lance! I love you. So very much.”

“Just not the way you love him”

It was the bitter truth. The comfort and security Ben made me feel was like no other. I always knew that my love for him was something special. I just had to bury it deep down and lock it up for the sake of our friendship.

“I know you love me Y/N. And I do too. I’ve spent two amazing years with you. You’ve been immense support to me. When everyone talked shit about me, you were the one to talk them down and defend me. That’s something I’ll forever cherish”

“And I will continue doing so. Whoever ends up in your arms, I hope she’s the one. No matter what, I will be a call away”

Lance wraps me into a final hug. I inhale deeply and close my eyes as I exhale. The pain was out of my body. If I could repay him in any way, I would do it in a heartbeat.

“If you ever feel like coming to a race again, hit me up. I’ll be more than happy to see you around. The guys too.”

“Of course. Keep an eye for me on the paddock. Good luck on everything. Goodbye Lance”

“Go tell him the truth. I’m sure there’s a happy ending awaiting”

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I look the time at my phone, 15:30. Since I was still in Silverstone, I had to travel all the way back to Cobham. He was still in training. I couldn’t show up at his house unannounced.

On the way back, silence is almost deafening so I decide to call the player I know is in practice but will surely pick up

“To what do I owe the pleasure?”

“I’m coming over Chris. Don’t tell it to anyone and especially Ben”

“Uhhh, aren’t you supposed to be in Silverstone with Lance? What happened”

“I made a huge mistake. To which you helped me realize and Lance”

“Wait, did you guys brake up? And what did I do?”

“Nothing bad Puli. Don’t worry. Just helped me realize the truth”

“Oi, who’s on the phone? New girl captain?” I can hear Ben from the other side of the line, approaching Christian

“I’m hanging up. Don’t tell anyone!” And I immediately close the line. If Ben knew I was coming back he’d start calling me, asking questions I can’t possibly answer from the phone.

There are a million questions going back and forth in my mind right now.

What will Ben say?

Will he laugh at me?

Will he ever talk to me again?

Will we even be friends after this?

Will he hate me?

The list goes on as I finally reach the training center. Now it’s 17:00 and about time they finish practice.

I see Mason with Christian and Ben in the middle of their group. Christian is the first one to eye me, nudging Mason, who has a questioned look on his face.

Finally, Ben realizes his friends have gone quiet and raises his head and my heartbeat too.

“Y/N? Are you okay? What happened?” Ben rushes towards me, abandoning Mason and Christian.

“Aren’t you supposed to be two hours away in Silverstone?” Mason asks but before I could answer Christian drags him away

“We will talk later Ben. Text us when you get home” the American says as he walks away with his fellow British footballer, whispering something in his ear

I can’t feel my legs. My throat and mouth are all dried up. My stomach is tangled and my heart is racing faster than any car.

“You’re literally shaking. Did something happen between you and Lance? Did he hurt you?”

“No” is the only word I manage to utter. Great!

“No he didn’t hurt you or no nothing happened?”

“He didn’t hurt me” I can’t even look him in the eyes

“So something else happened?”

It’s now or never!

“We broke up. We had a fight. We ended things in good term and he told me to come here.”

“Why did you guys break up? And is he stupid? He kicked you out?”

“He didn’t kick me out. He suggested I came here and give you some explanations”

“Me? What did I do? Why do I need explanations?”

Oh god. This is horrifying.

“Ben, the reason we broke up is because i don’t love him”

“Oh”

“I love you”

And terror rushes all over my body.

He isn’t saying anything.

I am starting to get even more scared.

“Y/N..”

“I’m sorry Ben. You had to know. It’s totally okay if you don’t feel the same way. First and foremost I want us to remain friends. We’ve known each other so many years that I’d be a pity to ruin everything over a silly thing I said”

“I don’t find it silly at all” he finally says

Ben raises my head by placing two fingers under my chin. Once he takes a look at my teary red eyes and quivering lips, he brings his lips onto mine, placing a soft kiss on them. He deepens the kiss, wrapping his arms around my waist. Instead of feeling suffocated, I feel even more alive than before.

It’s a kiss I’ve been dreaming of having with him. No one else but Ben. Years of anticipation and now this happens. Like a dream came true.

“This will sound extremely selfish but I couldn’t wait for the day you’d finally land in my arms” he whispers in my ear as I have my face cupped by his hands

“I couldn’t let myself fall in love with anyone else. Not when you are here. It felt so wrong and unfair.”

“You can’t even imagine how many nights I’ve spent sleepless, wanting to say those three words to you, Y/N”

“You can now”

“I love you. I will love you for as long as it takes. And will continue to do so. I’m sorry for not saying how I feel sooner. I could have had you in my arms way sooner”

“Well, as Christian said, we are true soulmates, so one way or another, we always were together.”