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you are my sunshine !!!
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for when you find the people you can call home. ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚
social media au // lando norris x fem!reader
warnings - language
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romeo | T.S
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summary ; tommy shelby is an unpredictable man.
warnings ; arranged marriage!trope , fem!reader , angst(?) , soft!tommy , asshole!tommy kinda ig ?, mentions of violence ,
a/n ; i've been THINKING OF THIS SCENE FOR SO LONG AND I HOPE I WROTE IT WELL, lmk know what you guys think<333
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"i swear to god!" your hands shake as you push the stray strands behind your ear "i swear to god, ya must 'ave a death wish or something"
"love-"
"no!" you scream , you can physically feel your blood boiling "jeremy, you're digging your own fucking grave, tommy knows something is not right"
"i'm not scared of 'im" he scoffed, running a hand through his hair.
it was a beautiful day outside, the sun is out and no cloud in sight. you're both standing outside your house, in the back.
"ya should be" you close your eyes, trying to recompose "who put ya up to this? where is all this fucking love coming from?"
"no one did ! i-" he huffs "i can't lose ya ! not to 'im"
"why do ya care ?" you can't hide the frustration in your voice "is this some sort of game you're playing?"
"because it was supposed to be me! it was supposed to be me you're marrying!"
you stare at him for a long moment, "when did ya start feeling that way? before or after ya fucked your brother's wife?"
"this was in the past!"
"and so are YOU, ya were supposed to stay in my past" you yell back at him "you're no longer a part of my life, so i suggest ya get going"
"you're marrying a monster." he leans down, snarling at you "even i am better than 'im, ya should be thanking me for even wanting to save ya" he steps back, looking you up and down "maybe i should leave ya to get killed by 'im, just like that bartender."
your nostrils flare and you could swear that all you saw was white, your hands fly up and grab him from his shirt collar , pulling him down to face you.
"ya listen to me ya disease riddled rat" you spit at him, "if ya ever come here again, if ya even open that mouth of yours and speak my name or tommy's name again, i will personally slit your throat. it wont be the peaky fucking blinders that will gut ya, it'll be me."
you push him away, and his eyes are wide. he's staring at you as if he's eye to eye with the devil. he snaps out of his terror filled trance , he takes a few steps back before running out of the house.
you walk inside and your hands are still trembling, you close your eyes and rub at your face. all your family gathered around you, and just looking at each other, not knowing what to say.
your arms are crossed as you sat on the sofa, a scene that seems to be repeating itself a lot. tommy is sat on the chair in front of you. the two of you are silent, staring at each other , waiting for the other to break and speak.
"who is he?" his voice breaks the silence, choosing to lose this round.
"a little bit of context would be nice, ya know. every now and then." you tilt your head as you speak,
"the man that left your house running for his life."
"how do ya know about that?" your brows knit together,
"doesn't matter." he shakes his head slightly, he sits with his legs crossed, fingers tapping against the armrest
"it does actually, who told ya?"
he doesn't answer, his blue eyes stare right back at you , as if you already knew the answer.
the dots connect , and your eye brows relax, your eyes widening every so slightly "you're spying on me...."
"i have eyes around here , yes."
"why?" by some miracle, your voice isn't high pitched and loud.
"because i can, and i want to" his voice was just as calm as yours.
"why are ya spying on me , thomas?" you grit your teeth, closing your eyes for a moment to calm down before you pop a vein.
"to make sure you're safe"
you let out a huff of a laugh , your eyes look at anything but him, and you can feel his eyes on you, unmoving.
"safe ? or are ya making sure i'm not getting fucked behind your back?"
"that's not something i'm worried about"
you look back at him, your eye brow raised "then what are ya worried about?"
"because you're now a target." he looks at you, his words are calculated and firm "what did ya think would 'appen if ya married the head of the peaky blinders?"
a moment passed, you're trying to decipher if he's lying to you, if he still doesn't trust you.
"he's an old boyfriend"
"what business does he 'ave around here?"
"he wanted to talk me out of marrying ya." your eyes are studying his face, for any sort of reaction , but there's none.
"and what did ya say to 'im?"
"i'm still wearing your ring , aren't i?"
"do ya still love 'im?"
you lean back on the sofa , your eyes closed as you pinch the bridge of your nose. "no, if i did i wouldn't be sitting here getting interrogated by the man i'm supposed to be spending the rest of my life with"
"why didn't ya tell me about it? when i asked?"
"because i'm not a fucking child , i can take care of my own business." you lose the grip on your emotions, frustration seeps out and laces around your voice
"if it concerns ya, it concerns me as well."
"ya know what?" you stand up "i think we need go stop seeing each other for a while because i can't promise to not slap ya in the face the next time ya speak"
he chuckled and it only served to anger you further, and when you try to storm out , he grabs you.
he could swear that actual daggers were flying out of your eyes, but he was amused nonetheless.
"sit down."
"go fuck yourself."
you pull your arms out of his grasp and walk up the stairs, heading for your room
tommy huffs a laugh, looking around.
you swore you were hallucinating. you put your hair brush down, looking at the window behind you through the mirror , before hearing it again and this time you see it too, it's a rock
your brows furrowed and you get up, walking slowly to the window before another rock hits it again, you look down.
and here he is, your fucking fiancé , in his usual get up but without his jacket , his sleeves are rolled up, throwing rocks at your window.
his blue eyes twinkled , looking up at you, his face lit up when he saw you
your eyes widen and you open your mouth to yell before unlocking the window and opening it
"are ya insane ? 'ave ya lost your fucking mind?" it's a hushed yell, you try to not wake up the whole house.
"happy to see me?" he's smiling
"no , i'm not happy to see ya. what the fuck are ya doing here?" your hands are resting on the window cell
"come down here and i'll tell ya" he throws the few rocks that were in his hand back on the ground , dusting away the dirt off his hand "are ya gonna make me come up there?"
you're staring at him in disbelief,
"well?" he stands with his hands on his hips
you shut the windows closed , and a smile of victory paints over his lips. you put on your cardigan and try to walk down the stairs without stomping your feet in anger.
"tommy what the fuck are ya doing here?"
you truly couldn't understand this man, the moment you thought you did , he does something that takes you back to square one.
you fight back the giddiness and the butterflies in your stomach that go wild when he looks at you, that smile that you've only seen once before , when he proposed makes your chest feel full.
"well?" you repeat his own words , waiting for an explanation
"i do trust ya"
"what?" that throws you off ,again. another way for him to prove that you can never predict him
"i trust ya." he speaks softly, his smile softens and his eyes makes everything seem all too real
"then why are ya spying on me?" you whispered, you couldn't stop yourself from asking him that question.
"i can't afford not to"
"again, context goes a long way , tommy."
"i can't afford to lose ya." he whispered back , his eyes stuck on yours "and if i 'ave to put a man on every fucking corner of this neighborhood to make sure you're safe , then so be it."
you look at him for a moment before looking away , trying to hold back the smile.
"i hate ya." you murmur "i do , i hate ya."
"don't lie to me, it's useless." he leans closer
you look back at him and you're standing nose to nose. his eyes drop to your lips before looking back at yours
"i'm not lying."
he chuckles, leaning closer and pressing his lips to yours and your eyes flutter shut. a hand on your jaw and the other rests on your waist.
it's nothing like the first kiss you two shared , this one is different and you can feel. your body feels like it's alight.
he's almost apologetic, pouring every word , every emotion he couldn't let out into that kiss. your fingers grab onto his waistcoat.
a long moment later, you pull away. but your hands remain in their place
"we've never even been on a date" he speaks against your lips
"that's how arranged marriages usually work."
"would ya like to go on one?" he raises a brow , in an amused expression
you chuckle "sure why not, i'm marrying ya anyway."
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day 19. rimming. with. haewon.
723 words.
tags.
kinktober ‘23, idol x male reader, haewon is haewon, what else is there to say, rimming, handjob, writer is the moon knight meme in this one.
notes.
im out of (barely) good ideas and im panicking. fizzlingoutly, leaf.
You didn’t think it’d be so easy getting from Haewon’s overlip leaving pink-leaning-orange (she keeps insisting she’s a cool tone, but hm, is she really?) marks on her coke glass to the same lip imprints circling your butthole as she leaves wet kisses all around it. No, it was just a quick exchange, like she was choosing what to have for lunch at Subway.
“Wait, you’ve done this already, right?” You ask her, not without a little worry.
“Nah, have you?” She spits back casually.
“I thought you were the one who ate ass and wanted me to be your mate?! You know, mate in the, Brit sense, not in the… scientific sense.” That was more complicated than it needed to be.
“I dunno, I’m just tryna have fun.” She shrugs.
The correct answer, like in the Subway situation, is to not find yourself there, but if for some reason you do, might as well try to make the best of it. And the best of it, in this case, supposedly consists in Haewon’s hands keeping your thighs wide open as you lay on your back while her tongue takes a few short, explorative trips from your testicles, down to your perineum, applying a little pressure on it, and to the edge of your puckered hole. She brings her fingers up to your previously lubricated shaft to stroke it from time to time, but your groans when she does make them retreat immediately, reminding her that no, that’s not the main dish tonight.
It feels a little weird, having something touch you down there, but when that something has the soft, smooth texture, the expert dexterity and the cunning wit of Haewon’s tongue, well, then it’s probably Haewon’s tongue that’s when weird falls into the background to make space for pleasing, as testified by your whimpers, starting sparse and now becoming more and more frequent. That’s enough evidence for the girl to deduce that it’s time to go in, and when she does without any sign of warning, the only thing that can reasonably come out of your mouth, after a loud moan, that is, is a “Fuck you!”. That’s fair, she thinks, as she keeps attacking the inside of your cavern, and fair is the answer that you receive.
“That’s only gonna happen later, be patient”
Haewon starts circling all around the inner edge of your hole, making you bring a hand to your mouth to try to contain your own groans, or worse, screams. How does the joke bear get to this? How does she go from acting as the loser girl transferring schools in 7th grade for shits and giggles, to having you struggle to keep your shit together in your own bed because she wanted to, and this should be more or less the exact quote, “tongue-punch your bussy, you little boy bitch!”? Maybe sometimes it’s better not to ask. Other times, you don’t really have the physical capability to ask because your ‘friend’ (an umbrella term, but the most appropriate one to describe the two of you, you think; again, sometimes it’s better not to ask) is alternating between pumping her tongue deep in your asshole and wrapping her lips around its entrance to suck all the air out of it. Those times, the hand that was keeping your mouth closed becomes an object just like any other to bite onto, because now it would be screams. Those times, making the best of it is letting Haewon play with her toy and focusing on not letting the whole neighborhood know about it. Not supposedly anymore.
So when the final thrusts of her tongue hit you where it pleases the most, both of her hands back on your length and stroking, the only thing you can do is wail onto your own hand while you watch spurts upon spurts of white fly up in the air and back down on your abs, the muscles of your ass flexing repeatedly around her tongue. Lay your head back down onto the pillow and let yourself catch your breath again as you spread your arms open on the bed. Not even a minute, and she’s already taking her zip-up sweater and ripped blue jeans off and throwing them on the ground.
“Come on, fucker, what did you think the main dish was?”
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footnotes.
maybe the formula is just sleep schedule plus work ethic, times effort. mathematically, leaf.
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okay, first of all i want to say that i love the way you write💞 you said that you would try writing something platonic so can you write something for akutagawa and executive!reader who is chuuya’s s/o? They have a similar personality to dazai’s and used to be closed friends with him back when he was in the pm; so just something where akutagawa and reader are sent on a mission and he messes it up to the point he gets severely injured and reader has to fix the situation and afterwards he expects them to snap at him or something but they just take care of him and reassure him that everything is okay :(
okay i didn’t expect this to get so long and specific😭 ofc you can change whatever you don’t like if you even choose to write something like this🫶🏻
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Akutagawa Ryuunosuke x Reader (Platonic) ,
Mentions of Nakahara Chuuya x Reader (Romantic)
Desc: You comfort Akutagawa after he fucks up a mission. (gender neutral reader)
TW/CW: dark themes, bad thoughts, severe injuries, mentions of hospitals/surgery/treatment, fight scenes
He fucked up.
He fucked up, bad.
And he knew it; from the large slash across his chest to the fatigue settled deep into his bones, he knew that he had messed up big time.
But there you were; ever so casual, laughing merrily as you hauled his ass back to an escape vehicle, waving cheerily and telling him you'd handle it.
Though there was no ill intention in your words, Akutagawa couldn't help but try to swallow the rising pit of fear bubbling in his chest, crawling up his throat and choking him. Though there was no ill intention in your eyes, he never knew, because he didn't meet them once after he had gotten careless and suffered as a result.
He had been cornered; stuck between a rock and a hard place. The files the mafia needed were right there, and so he gambled his chances and lunged forward, hand outstretched, desperately trying to grasp the documents.
However, the damned newbie, the one the Port Mafia didn't have any information on yet, somehow managed to blow the sheets of paper away, pearly white fluttering against the wind before being torn to shreds by oncoming bullets.
He had frozen, in shock; still processing the situation even as the group recovered and launched a counterattack. And though his Rashomon acted on it's own, it still wasn't as efficient without it's master's command, like a piece of technology being given instructions but not how to carry them out.
He felt it, felt it as it dug into his chest; how it burned on his skin like fire and how it had woken him from his slumber. Eliminating everyone else was easy; he was made for this, was born for it, it came naturally like breathing. However, there was no way to recover the lost documents, and as more and more swarms of men came running (where did they even come from?) Akutagawa Ryuunosuke simply stood there, bitterness filling his throat as the wound slowly stained his shirt crimson.
It was then that you had arrived; yelling (or rather, screaming) his name and tackling him just as an onslaught of bullets whizzed by where the two of you where moments before.
Every other detail was a blur; all he remembered were flashes of it, little pieces that he tried to stitch together, but couldn't. Eventually, he gave up; and in the back of the black Port Mafia vehicle, he closed his eyes and allowed himself to fade away into unconsciousness.
He woke up, however. Everyone has to wake up at some point, except for when you're dead.
You were by his bedside, talking to another executive; words swam around in his head before he finally grasped the name of the orange-haired male who stood beside you. Nakahara Chuuya, he thought. That's right.
You were chatting with him, recalling details of your (failed) mission. Though the events and details you recounted were gruesome, you still had that grin on your face as you recounted details and made little jokes.
For a second, your figure was replaced with Dazai's, his ex-mentor; and he immediately panicked.
Scrambling up, he saluted you with shaking hands despite the pain that flared up in his chest. Heaving, he choked out apologies for failing the mission, for being careless, for gambling it all and losing, as images of Dazai flashed through his head.
You startled, surprised, before pushing him (gently) back into bed. Hushing him when he looked at you, shocked that it was you, and not Dazai; telling him it was okay as Chuuya watched in concern for his subordinate.
You told Chuuya to leave the room, bidding him farewell with a kiss to the cheek and a smile. He complied, waving goodbye and looking at Akutagawa for the last time (with pity? or concern? or scorn?) before disappearing into the hallway.
Akutagawa shook like a leaf in the wind; terrified of what was next.
He expected you to shout, to yell, to scream; to hit him and berate him and cruelly punishing him. That's surely why you had sent Nakahara-san out.
So, instead, when he was met with your gentle embrace and the warm comfort of your reassurances, he froze up again like he did some hours prior. Stunned that he wasn't being yelled at, kicked at, for messing up the mission.
He opened his mouth to talk, but all that came out was a soft gasp; his hands acted of their own accord as they curled into your shirt, grasping tightly and burying themselves into the fabric as he gently rested his head against your shoulder.
"Shh.. it's okay..." you had told him. "It's alright, we can fix it.. it's not a big deal, it's okay..."
Those words were so foreign, so strange, he had to take a moment to comprehend them; chest rising and falling as tears clouded his vision. It was okay? He was being forgiven for failing the mission?
Even as he began to softly cry, latching on to your figure and refusing to let go, you comforted him; murmuring reassurances as you held him, in the hospital wing of the mafia building; the only sound other than his crying the soft beeps and whirrs of the machines next to the bed.
Eventually, he tired himself out; tears stopping like a river's flow in the summertime, slowly ebbing away until there was nothing left except his uneven breaths and sounds of the medical equipment next to him.
He was so, so tired; and you were so, so comfortable; and though he fought it, he could not help but sample the sweet taste of rest as the sensation of sleep lulled him into a tranquil state. You slowly rested his upper body against the mattress, gently adjusting the covers as he closed his eyes.
"It's okay. Just go to sleep." you said; and he listened. Followed your advice as you gently soothed him to sleep, hand smoothing out the knots in his hair as you sat by his bedside, keeping watch over him.
And as he was slowly pulled into dreamland, he curled up against your body, knowing it would be alright. That you were here, now, and that you would fix this.
Akutagawa Ryuunosuke fucked up a mission;
but it wasn't the end of the world. It was okay. You would be there to catch him if he fell, like you did today.
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eugh,, so tired. this is so bad. i'm sorry for the quality.
#akutagawa x you#ryunosuke akutagawa#akutagawa ryuunosuke#akutagawa x reader#bsd aktugawa#bungo stray dogs#bungo stray dogs akutagawa#bsd x reader#bungou stray dogs x reader#bsd comfort
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—love and deepspace rafayel ; like a song ive never listened to but i know every lyric
a/n ; [fem!reader] @oracleofstars DAY 3 PROMPT AND FIRST LND POST WOOHOO doing this one bc im in band huhuhuhu :3c
larkspur !
concerts have always felt like a fever dream.
and the absolute tingle down your spine when you managed to swiftly choose and buy front-row tickets to THE 3VOLS concert?? your heart was basically beating out of your chest. to make your heart even tighter, a little pop-up had appeared on your laptop screen basically screaming at you: "DON'T LEAVE AFTER THE CONCERT ♡" in rafayel's iconic handwriting, with its own messy yet neat flare to it. one of your favourite members.
you wonder what a singer like him could possibly be doing after a concert as big as this. especially for a smaller artist like him, maybe he wanted to get to know what his fans are like? a social experime-
the cold breeze of your open window kisses your cheek causing you to snap out of your daze. your cream curtain had been blowing fresh air, it made you feel more alive, especially having it slightly open in the early mornings. the sunlight would bleed into the curtains onto your sheets and the early bustling of the beautiful city would awaken.
a small blue jay chirps outside, and your phone chimes reminding you to bring your purse.
you slot your gentle lip tint and wallet, your phone's little dangling charms clinking with all the other knick-knacks in your purse. and for the final touch, the little rafayel chibi keychain attached with a beaded charm you had bought by impulse (listener like artist?).
you connect your white headphones sprinkled in stickers, playing his latest track. one of your favourites from their most recent single, Tip Toe.
"even better to be experienced live" you smiled, as you tap on your bus card. you take a seat nearest in-between the back and the middle, claiming your seat closest to the window.
you had always been drawn to the more charismatic, charming and... magnetic members. that one, being rafayel.
before you even knew it, you had already arrived at the bar it was set, a very cozy and warm atmosphere fills the air. there were people on the stage, setting up xavier's iconic deep red bass and zayne's pearly keytar. the stage was littered in little bits of glitter, and warm fairy lights.
a shiver of your heart knew this was going to be a magical experience.
placing your headphones around the strap of our bag, you stand in awe at the centre of the audience area, eyes shimmering. bejewelled.
suddenly a dark, veronica lilac shade came into sight.
rafayel.
"RAFAYEL?????" your mind was running laps, taken aback by the sudden sight of the man of your dreams in front of you, setting up his own mic still looking back backstage presumably talking to staff.
he was dressed in an unbuttoned white polo with a loose black tie on top, paired with worn out denim jorts and a pair of thick socks with leathery brown dress shoes.
ohmygoodness.
they weren't wrong when they said he was prettier in real life. to make it even worse, you were one of the only people in that standing area.
"oh? you must be early. we still have an hour or so till' the show starts." he tilts his head towards you, looking back down at his mic
"e-eh?! you're talking to... me?!" you lock your eyes with his lilac ones, and gain composure.
"i mean... well yeah. i prefer to get to events early!!" you smile.
he looks back up, impressed by her gentle demeanour finding her cute being so shocked he was talking to her.
"well, that's good. and don't worry. i'm not some big celeb, just a guy who loves his band and has the eye for the arts, if i do say so myself. no need to be shy.", he chuckles.
oh wow. he's so much more charismatic in real life too. your ears become warm, thinking this is all a daze.
"well, i hope to see you in the crowd, hm?"
"yep! i'll be in the front row... chookas?"
"thank you. hope to see ya' after the show."
something about her... was different.
she was alluring. her soul... it was... beyond description. would he really believe in love at first sight after every other soul he's fallen for?
stealing glances at you throughout the concert, he notices your passionate aura and your shouts of the lyrics from the latest single, Tip Toe.
xavier finds himself noticing rafayel's eyes on you, he felt captivated, enchanted if you will, as he saw you sing to his music. xavier smiles to himself as he gets fired up for his solo part in the following 3 bars.
he had 3 songs left till he could finally interact with you again.
after the concert, 3VOLS bow and grin, feeling accomplished playing their latest single flawlessly. now, he just had to see if people payed attention to the pop up on the ticket site.
the small maintenance crew had efficiently set up the little tables filled with boxes, revealing little pouches containing little trinkets and freebies organised by the boys to express their gratitude for supporting and attending their concert and simply just enjoying their music. each little bag was organised by member, letting the people who had noticed the little pop up choose their favourite member's freebies.
you managed to get a early spot in the small crowd of people. peering over a shoulder, it seemed like they were having a small meet and greet.
ohmygoodness.
WERE TALKING TO THEM PERSONALLY AGAIN??? this cannot be real. PLEASE LET ME GET A TURN WITH RAFAYEL!!
the little crowd was progressively moving, now the time awaits on you to be able to have the opportunity to greet the first debuted member, xavier. he held hands with you, smiling as he directed his eyes towards rafayel.
DOES HE KNOW MY FAVOURITE IS RAFAYEL??
"oh, i noticed your little raf' keychain. its cute." he gleams. in reality, he knows rafayel has had an eye on you. little did you know, his eyes were still on you as you held hands with xavier.
you giggle, thanking him and interacting with zayne. you reach rafayel at the end of the table, and he automatically hands you the pouch of trinkets filled with little freebies chosen by rafayel himself.
"honestly, my eye for the arts makes my pouch one of the best decorated here." he playfully chuckles.
"hm... maybe. we'll see when i open it!"
"can't wait. did you enjoy the show?"
"oh my gosh of course!! my favourite had to be Tip toe. or Saturn, or WDYS... i can't choose!! oh and Over 85 was also re- oops. i just enjoyed the entire show! you did so well!!"
"i'm happy to hear that. the experience was magical for me too." he says as they exchange closed eye smiles.
you extend your hand and he laces his hands with yours, slightly cold fingertips sending a pang through your heart. you bid your goodbyes and thank you's, heart warm and mind at ease.
you exit the bar, taking in the deep night city air.
oh gosh. well that just happened.
you untie the little purple ribbon that embraced the little pouch. what came to your surprise, a little piece of paper had fallen out.
hm? what's thi-
you're cute. heres my number, ⌝
XXXX-XXX-XXX
i think i wanna get to know ya'.
⌞ xoxo, rafayel. ᡣ𐭩
larkspur, representing first love and sweet disposition.
your voice , ⌝
like a song i've never listened to
⌞ but i know every lyric.
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Tachipen (Part 1)
Tommy x female reader
Summary: With the flip of a coin, Tommy makes a deal to bring a 20 year old gypsy girl into the Shelby clan. Considering her too young to marry, he employs her as a nanny. When tragedy strikes, he’s forced to confront the truth he has always known.
Author’s Note: This was requested by @honey-im-hotdog who asked for a fic about Charlie’s nanny. I decided to turn it into a series. The story will be told through flashbacks, but I will note the year. Tommy meets y/n in 1919 and the story goes thru present time which is the year of the vendetta, 1925.
Warnings: language, slurs, mention of arranged marriage, fighting, mention of blood
1924
“Step out of the picture, please,” the photographer called out loudly enough to make you jump. Feeling you startle, Charlie erupted in tears and you did your best to soothe him as Polly stretched her arms out to receive the child. “M sorry Pol,” you mumbled, attempting to step aside. “You’ll stay right here, y/n,” Tommy said firmly. Polly gave him a surprised look, but said nothing as she dropped her hands by her sides. “She’s family,” Tommy said with a small nod of his head and ushered you to stand between him and Arthur. As you took your place, you glanced at Linda. Her lips were tightly pursed in disapproval, one hand resting over the swell of her stomach. You tried to hide your discomfort behind an air of respectful silence, as today didn’t belong to her. Today was for remembrance and out of love for little Charlie, you would do all you could to keep the peace.
As the bulb above the camera flashed bright white, you thought of the moment you met Tommy Shelby. The glint of the gold coin winking at you in the afternoon sunlight as though it knew the cruel hand it would deal you. “That’s heads, Esmerelda comes with us,” Tommy stated matter-of-factly, picking up the coin from the lush green grass and placing it carefully in his pocket. No one spoke as your father’s eye drifted toward you and your sisters.
“Esmerelda is already promised, Mr. Shelby. Unless you want a war with the Lees, you’ll leave her right where she is,” he warned through gritted teeth.
“Those weren’t the terms of our wager,” Tommy reminded him. “Did I not say the horse and a daughter of my choosing?”
“No, you didn’t,” your father countered, puffing out his chest toward the gangster.
“Calling my brother a liar?” John Shelby asked, marching toward the two men in large strides. You could tell by his swagger he liked to prove himself in a fight and he was spoiling for one now. Two other men in your camp sensed as much because they came to stand behind your father.
Johnny Dogs rushed forward placing himself between the two factions, laying his hands on Tommy’s shoulders and pushing him backward gently. He spoke in a frantic voice saying, “Tommy, get your family out of here and go enjoy the fair before they start a war, huh?” Then he turned and spoke in Romani to the men behind him advising them, “They come from good people. His granddad was a king!” Tommy straightened his coat, placing his peaked cap on his head when a voice in the crowd shouted, “Yeah, but his mother was a diddicoy whore!”
You gulped at the words, watching the three Shelby brothers fly into a fit of rage, brandishing their razor caps skillfully. In mere moments, they had your kin on the ground and you watched helplessly as they were sliced open, kicked and beaten. Your sisters screamed by your side and you all huddled together for protection.
“Run,” your youngest sister suggested to Esmerelda. “She can’t now. They’d find her no matter where she traveled,” you replied logically. As you looked from one sister to the other, the only possible solution to stop the bloodshed came to you. If you offered yourself you could save Esmerelda. The product of your father’s first marriage, no one held a candle to her in your father’s estimation. However, you didn’t blame her for that. After your own mother died she had lovingly watched over you when your father was too drunk to care. You would never forget that and now you felt it was time to repay her kindness.
“Stop! Stop! I’ll go. Take me!” you shouted over the chaos and the men broke apart in surprise long enough to watch you approach Tommy. He stood as you placed a hand on his arm tentatively. He struggled to regain his breath after the fighting, running a hand through his hair to smooth it back into place. Looking at you incredulously he asked, “How old are you?”
You stood tall, chin held high and replied, “Twenty…Old enough to become your wife.”
Tommy suddenly turned his back to you shaking his head at the ground and your heart thundered in your chest, panicking at the thought of his rejection.
“No, no. I didn’t come here for this,” he said gesturing back at you. He’d barely noticed you before, thinking you a mere child and he hadn’t been far off. What he was asking suddenly felt very wrong when he considered the decade that separated you.
“Well what the fuck did you do that for then, Tom?” Johnny asked, gesturing toward the men lying bloodied on the ground.
Tommy took his head in his hands and turned back to you, pointing a finger. “I won’t take you as a wife. I won’t do it,” he said unable to look you in the eye. He bit the inside of his cheek as he thought then asked, “But me brother has four children who run barefoot through the streets at all hours and they need someone to look after them. You could come work for us,” he said, setting his jaw and finally meeting your gaze.
You took a deep breath feeling relieved at the prospect and you nodded in agreement. Tommy glanced at your father who was dabbing at a cut lip and they shook on it. Despite your father’s preference for this outcome, he was still angered by the events of the day. You could tell by the twitch of his mustache and the flicker of anger that had yet to extinguish from his deep brown eyes.
You crossed to him slowly, twisting your hands together in nervous anticipation, but he had little he wanted to discuss with a woman who gave herself to a gangster so freely. “You’ll pack your bag and get out,” was all he said.
Tears welling in your eyes you nodded and went to get your possessions. As you finished packing, you hugged your sisters goodbye, wondering when or if you’d ever see them again. “I’m sorry, y/n. I’m so sorry,” Esmerelda cried into your shoulder.
“Don’t be. It isn’t your fault,” you comforted her.
“Take this,” she said passing you a small blade with a pearl handle to place in your boot. “You’ll have to look after yourself now, but I know you can,” she said, attempting to convince herself more than you.
As you exited the vardo, Tommy accepted a dappled gray mare from an old woman in camp. The horse was one of your favorites and it comforted you to know you’d have one friend with you as you journeyed away from your camp. Tommy motioned for you to join him and you slid along the bench seat, taking your place next to him in the car. It would be the first time you’d ever ridden in an automobile, though you couldn’t bring yourself to find any excitement in it. As the car lurched forward and eventually gathered speed, taking you away from your family, you glanced around the car of stone like faces feeling your earlier sense of confidence slipping away. You were left with a stinging loneliness that would not cease.
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1919
It was late when you arrived in Small Heath. You were shown to a room and told you would meet the children in the morning. After a brief introduction to a formidable woman named Aunt Polly, you trudged upstairs for some rest. As you climbed into bed you heard them speaking in hushed whispers downstairs, Tommy explaining how you had come to stay with them. You could tell from her tone that Polly did not approve.
Alone in the kitchen, Polly stamped out her cigarette with a warning to her nephew. “Tommy this is how it started with your mum. Brought here against her will, forced to live with a man she barely knew. She came to despise him. Gypsies have to move around or it all gets to be too much.” Polly stopped speaking when she noticed the distant look in Tommy’s eye. He didn’t need anyone to remind him of the day his mother walked into the cut. How could Polly think he would allow that to happen to you? You were here to do a job and would be allowed to leave whenever you pleased. You’d come of your own free will. At least that’s what he tried to tell himself that night before the opium took effect.
But in his dreams that night he watched you walk toward a stream, sunlight shining through your hair. You turned to speak to him with tears in your eyes, but the words were carried away on the wind. You pointed over the hill and as he followed your line of sight he saw the beautiful dappled gray mare dead beneath a hazel tree and he woke with a start, sweat dripping from his brow. As he sat up and reached for his cigarettes he heard you quietly weeping on the other side of the wall. What had he done?
Cont. reading Part 2
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Reviewing all the stories in junji ito maniac because I can, fuck you :)
The strange hikizuri siblings - uhh okay. Not scary nothing even happened. Okay a guy was a jealous simp, little kids are just like that, some guy threw up bread dough ig, then a ghost stared at everyone for a while and dipped the end
The story of the mysterious tunnel - Jesus Christ that was pretty spooky what the hell. Lost my marbles when he assumed the drop was water, and the kid in the ceiling fucked me up with her voice (dub) and screams
Ice cream bus - im never eating ice cream again. Jokingly compared the driver to William afton fnaf in the beginning but he was somehow worse. The dad pushing the kid away jumpscared me, then horrified me, and I needed a break from the show
Hanging balloon - so absurd it was kinda funny. The nonlinear storytelling added a bit if spook as I slowly realized who was at the window but idk the concept was just funny to me. Also I was so happy someone finally showed up to a horror plot strapped until I saw the result. Sorry random Chad with a crossbow, wish you coulda helped…
Four x four walls - thought something horrific would happen outside and he wouldn’t hear it but it didn’t, thought soichi was famous for being scary but he wasnt, I think this was like a comic relief in episode form. No spook, kinda funny
The sandman’s lair - *laughs nervously* what the fuck. No clue what happened, why would you tape yourselves like that, let me see his dream form damnit, the nature of humanity is we reinvent homestuck etc
Intruder - these kids are based tbh. Balls of steel, don’t blame the redhead, just move on with their lives
Long hair in the attic - also based, i had wondered where her head had gone but i shoulda known by the title, that grinding sound pissed me off tho
Mold - thank. God. It was in black and white. I choose to believe its dust. Also idc about culture or taboo if your floor is coated in inches of ropes and pools of mold just wear your damn shoes. Jesus Christ
Library vision - this one felt like it was calling out all of my anxieties about losing the things and memories precious to me. Also 10/10 Sean chiplock that final recital of hell of thorns was incredible and spooky. Also what the fuck was the ending
Tomb town - im never driving again. Also just call the cops surely you get a reduced sentence for actually reporting the crime. Other than that not scary lol
Layers of terror - im never picking my skin again. god ALMIGHTY why did i bear witness to this. Fuck that mom bro she sucks. I was thinking about how the proportions of human anatomy change as you age and how a toddler with such short limbs and a thick torso could fit inside an adult but uh… then they answered my question. And then it got worse. Funnily enough the 2yo looked like a monster id design
The thing that drifted ashore - was this supposed to be scary…? Oh boy they turned into fish people and promptly fucked off good for them ig
Tomie • photo - wow what bitches lmfao. Idk why she has a face growing out of her scalp hut I didn’t need to see the removal process. Or how botched the removal process was. Based that the photographer just fuckin moved on. “Damnit the blood ruined my pictures :/“ incredible.
Unendurable labyrinth - probably woulda been scarier if they were lost for longer but to me it looked like they took five steps, found the brother, seven steps, “aaaah we’re lost,” two steps, “theyre looking at me!” then suddenly the mummies have eyes, fade to black. Cool
The bully - I was sooo ready for retribution, then I got reconciliation and got even happier, then it turned into child abuse and I wanted to kill a bitch
Alley - pfft idk if its based that she killed those kids or not but it was extra based that they got revenge on her lmao shoulda brought a ladder bro
Headless statue - Jesus fuck that’s gross. Stop it. Also smash the statues again it worked brilliantly earlier. Or maybe jump out a window idk
Whispering woman - mega based. The nervous girl gains support and confidence, the attendant is freed from her abusive friend, the abusive friend gets violently killed, its just wins all around
Soichi’s beloved pet - once again a comic relief episode but tbh it was pretty funny, soichi was a lot less hateable this time too!
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He loved me too (D.M)
Sequel to ‘Thank you for loving him’
Draco Malfoy x Fem!Slytherin!Reader
Summary: Every memory of him was tainted with betrayal. So why did her heart still stop at the sight of him. And why did she still want to save him?
Warnings: Swear words. Mentions of suicide, death and violence
Words: 2.3k
A/N: The pacing of this is so weird im v sorry. This was so hard to write though, I didn’t know whether to include the battle or time skip idk. She is very description heavy bc I hate writing dialogue but I really wanted to write a reunion so here you go.
Everything had changed.
She supposed everything had changed that night, as she was staring at the body of Dumbledore struck dead at the foot of the astronomy tower. She supposed it was then that the world started to crumble around them, with their only protector dead and Harry Potter missing it appeared there was nothing left to do but stay alive.
The letter had stayed tucked away in her trunk, far from the prying eyes of anyone who might rifle through her things looking for a reason to crucio her. For once being a Slytherin had its perks; even if the rest of the school still despised the colour green it was the one thing that offered her an ounce of protection against the cruelty of Hogwarts’ new dark professors.
With Snape as Headmaster and the Carrows running free it was a wonder anyone was still choosing to be alive. She awoke every morning, dreading the day to come. The castle was no longer filled with laughter and joy, instead it was filled with pain and anguish. It became an unspoken rule to not mention the tortured cries of the younger students coming from classrooms or staff offices, instead everything went ignored for fear of receiving the same punishment.
Defence against the Dark Arts was the worst. Having since been renamed to Dark Arts, the use of dark magic spells had become almost a daily occurrence and Amycus Carrow believed that they were best practiced on other ‘disobedient’ students in order to teach them a lesson. Eventually the screams of students as they twitched and contorted on the dusty floor faded into background noise and with every unforgivable curse that left her lips and the tip of her wand, she reminded herself of what it would mean if she refused.
Maybe everyone else has it easier.
If a Gryffindor refuses, it’s expected. If a Ravenclaw refuses, who cares. If a Hufflepuff refuses, they are weak anyway. If a Slytherin refuses… They are a traitor. If a Slytherin refuses, they are to be made an example of. If a Slytherin refuses, they should hope death is kind to them for the Death Eaters will not be.
…
“Harry Potter… is dead.” His voice echoed around the broken courtyard, only overpowered by Ginny’s scream as she was held back by her father. In that moment she knew they had lost. He was their last hope, the only one who could have done what so many others had failed to do. Voldemort’s voice faded into white noise and her vision blurred as she staggered slightly, her legs failing her as she collapsed to the ground.
She could feel her chest heaving as she clutched onto her clothes, the fragments of rock around her; anything to ground herself as she felt herself slip further and further away from reality. Then suddenly, a pressure on her shoulder before something black blocked her view and a hand tilted her face upwards.
Draco.
She could see his lips moving, muttering words to her but everything was still ringing in her ear until she felt his lips pressed to hers for a split second before the warmth of him left as quickly as it had appeared.
She watched as he slowly walked across the graveyard of the Hogwarts she once knew, her chest heaving from the battle that had since ceased. Her eyes barely focusing as Voldemort wrapped his arms awkwardly around the boy she once loved.
The boy she still loved…
Their words still rung in her ears, the memory of that night reliving itself over and over again as she watched his mother pull him into her arms, Lucius Malfoy cowering slightly by their side. Her throat burned as tears filled her eyes, blocking her vision once more as she tried to regain any semblance of a reality that wasn’t this one.
The screams and shouts from the students surrounding her, however, were the thing that managed to bring her back to reality. Forcing herself up onto her feet, she looked across the courtyard searching for the head of platinum blond hair she was so desperate to see. But instead, she saw something infinitely better.
Hope.
Hope in the form of Harry Potter darting across the courtyard behind the archways lining the halls, throwing hexes blindly behind him to block the barrage of spells coming from the tip of Voldemort’s wand. She fought against the rush of students heading inside towards the great hall for cover, away from the rage of the battle on the grounds outside. Her eyes finally caught a glimpse of long white hair in the carnage and knowing that Lucius wouldn’t be far away from his son in the midst of the battle, she ran.
Death eaters had begun to disappear the moment Harry rolled out of Harry’s arms, only those closest to and most devoted to Voldemort had stayed by his side, the rest had run far from his perilous clutches to save themselves from him.
Unfortunately, the most devoted were also some of the most experienced and with every step she took there were twice as many curses that the few death eaters left hurled at her with as much venom and power as possible.
Hexes and forbidden spells flung from wands on every side, the threat of death looming closer and more threatening than anything the ministry could conjure up. She ducked and stumbled her way across the courtyard, eyes dancing frantically across the rubble for a glimpse of the platinum hair she had run for before. Only now she had no sight of it. No sight of the Malfoy family. Not Narcissa’s ducked head as she led her only child away from the battleground. Not Lucius’ pitying frame as he stumbled after his wife and son. Not the boy she loved under his mother’s arms as they took themselves away from everything their trust in the mighty Lord Voldemort had led to.
Suddenly she was flung to the ground, sharp rocks and pieces of debris tearing through her shirt and into her skin as her body tumbled over itself and rolled through the remains of the castle. Then, white hot pain like never before surged through her body. The screams echoed throughout the edge of the courtyard as she twitched and shook on the floor, driving dust and stone further into the gashes on her skin.
She vaguely saw clashes of green and red light from behind the mound of dirt she lay behind before it suddenly stopped.
Everything stopped.
The light.
The pain.
She thought she was dead. For a split second, she hoped she was dead. That relief would have been easier than coming back into the world she resided in. In the corner of her eye she saw a flash of black as a death eater apparated away; then came the pain again.
Her body ached as every muscle twitched and relaxed over and over again and her throat felt as though it had been ripped to shreds from the screams. Her jaw and neck covered in spit and bile from dry heaving the moment the gods granted her mercy enough to breath.
If this is karma, I deserve it tenfold.
To think, this was the curse she inflicted on children. Innocent children whos only crime was to want something better. To want to live better. To want to live without fear. And yet, she had given them plenty to be scared of.
Suddenly, the same light as before lit up the remains of the walls of the courtyard above her. Green and red battling before her very eyes. She watched as the green faded into the red and, as before, it disappeared once more. A faint whimper the only indication of anyone behind her.
“Harry.” Her voice hoarse and quiet.
Rolling over she pulled herself across the floor and between the rocks, enough to peer around to see the victor. Eyes welling up at the sight of Harry Potter, the boy who lived, stood before the body of Voldemort, covered in black cloth, in the centre of the courtyard.
“We won.” She whispered, pushing herself onto her knees, still weak from the effects of the cruciatus curse inflicted on her before.
“Draco!”
...
There he was. Finally, after what felt like hours, she had finally found him. Nestled between his parents in the remains of the great hall, the three of them tucked away in the corner away from the harsh glares from those who weren’t tending to the wounded or crying over the loss of loved ones.
She stood, staring at him. Allowing herself to mull over every single thought rushing through her head: angry, then sad, then happy; all before the cycle repeated itself over and over again. Losing herself in her thoughts her eyes closed, flashes of him appearing as memories flooded her thoughts so strongly, she swore she could smell him from across the room. Forcing her eyes open she was fronted with black. Specs of dirt covered the fabric of the suit she lay her eyes upon, the marks smeared into the stitching where someone had tried to dust it off. Travelling upwards she saw the chain of the necklace he always wore peaking underneath the collar and then there he was.
He looked much the same. The sharpness of his jaw, sloping up to his ears. Then the slight roundness of his cheeks, covered in dirt and scratches. The curve of his nose, leading to his piercing eyes. Only now they seemed softer, rougher, and sadder all at the same time. Her hand reached up to trace his hairline, up to his forehead where a hex had caught him, leaving a scratch, following the bloodstains down to his chin where she rubbed her thumb across his faint patch of facial hair. Her eyes never met his, and yet his didn’t leave her, watching her every move and willing her to stay despite his betrayal.
They stood there, ignoring everything. His parents. Her friends. The staring. The silent whispering. Then suddenly, a loud crack echoed through the Great Hall.
People ducked and fell to the floor, unsure whether it was death eaters back for a final round as revenge for killing their Dark Lord. Those who didn’t opened their eyes to see Draco Malfoy on his knees in front of her, clutching his cheek as she stared where his face was in front of her. His father was up in an instant, beginning to storm over to where she stood before Narcissa grabbed his arm to stop him. He looked down at her confused, as she shook her head and gestured over to Draco still on the floor. She ran her hand down his arm, grasping his hand in hers as they watched their son climb to his feet, not even bothering to dust off his trousers as he looked at her.
“I’m sorry.” Those two words were the only ones he could think of to even try and redeem himself from the mess he had put himself in, and they seemed to capture her attention perfectly.
“I’m sorry that I left you. Th-that I didn’t tell you, but it was only to keep you safe. All of it was- everything I did was to keep you safe.” He stuttered over words, pausing mid-sentence to catch his breath before stumbling over his words all over again. She reached a hand up to cup his cheek, watching as he flinched slightly in anticipation and closed his eyes.
“I don’t expect you to forgive me because I can’t even find enough words to say I’m sorry but please… please just know I never- had you have stayed in the bloody bed maybe it wouldn’t be like this and for god’s sake will you say something!” His eyes snapped open at her silence. Mouth open ready to counter whatever she was going to throw at him, instead he saw her. The corners of her lips tugged upwards into a small smile; her eyes filled with tears as she reached up her other hand to rest it on his other cheek.
“I don’t know if I could ever forgive you Draco. But I do know that I never stopped loving you.” Draco’s hands reached up to grab her own, brushing his thumbs across the back of her hands down to her wrists as he traced the skin he had not touched in so long.
“That’s all I can ask of you.” He pulled her into him, wrapping his arms around her and pushing his face into the crook of her neck as he surrounded himself in her, his nose buried in her hair as he clutched onto the fabric of her clothing.
Not enough time had passed before they were interrupted. Draco opened his eyes to the shadow of his mother stood beside them, her eyes moving between the two of them.
“May I speak with you?” Her gaze looking to the girl stood in Draco’s arms, hands folded in front of her as she waited patiently for a response.
“I- Yes of course.” She began to uncurl herself from Draco’s hold, who seemed reluctant to let her go. “I’ll be back soon my love.”
She followed Narcissa out to the bridge overlooking the valley and Black lake where they stood against what little remaining wall there was left, listening to the wind whistling and pushing small stones across the paving beneath their feet.
“My family has been through hell these last months. I don’t doubt you have been through something of a similar nature, but I want you to understand that I will do anything for my family. Particularly my son.”
She looked over at Narcissa almost cowered under her intense gaze.
“The love you gave him before... I suspect he will need it now more than ever. But I need to trust that you are willing to give him that.”
She looked back at the scene in front of them, eyes following a bird as it launched from a treetop and flew over the valley.
“You thanked me once, for loving him. But he loved me too. And for me, that is enough.”
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and im sure ive seen much hotter men, but i really cant remember when-(a crosshair drabble)
oh this man....had to write a little bar meet cute (meet bad? meet snarky?) for our favorite sniper. it's giving 'clone wars batch when it feels like theyre a pack of frat boys who crush cases of beer every weekend'
You’ve never been one to go for bad boys.
Your last boyfriend worked in record keeping for the Senate. Before that, a guy who spent his days doing data entry.
So it surprises you when you’re inexplicably drawn to the man standing in front of you.
His hair is white. No…silvery grey. Perfectly done in a way that costs hours in a salon chair and too many credits. It’s been cropped close to his head, the style that so many soldiers go with, but you can see some ends curling up on the nape of his neck. You wonder if it would all curl up if it were longer.
He’s tall, but not too tall, and lean. Strong shoulders, shoulders that carry and fire a weapon. On closer inspection, it’s obvious he’s a clone. Deep brown eyes, a strong handsome nose. Over one of those gorgeous eyes is a tattoo; thin lines in the form of a gun sight.
You ask him his name.
“Crosshair.”
You can’t help the snort that you let out.
“Isn’t that a little on the nose?” You pointedly look at the tattoo on his face, and he just shrugs.
“That’s it, isn’t it? I’m always right to the point.” He flicks the toothpick in his mouth across to the other side for good measure, and you spot a sharp canine gleaming in the bar lights.
He is bad news. Sure, he’s a soldier fighting for the Republic, so he’s on the right side of things. But everything about him screams bad choices; the glint in his eye, the cock of his hip as he leans against the bar, choosing to lurk over you instead of sit.
You feel like a moth to the flame, entranced in this man who sauntered over to you like he owned the place, bumping someone out of the way so he could talk to you.
“Then Crosshair-“ you lean into his space, pleased when his lip ticks up ever so slightly. It’s not a smile, but a smirk. “-what’s the point you’re trying to make right now?”
He leans one elbow on the bar, doing nothing to hide the way he looks you up and down.
“Point I want to make, is that we should get out of here.” He nods towards the door. Cocky.
“What, you aren’t gonna buy me a drink first?”
Crosshair hums thoughtfully, plucking his toothpick out of his mouth and flicking it onto the dirty bar floor. “In my opinion, that just delays the inevitable.”
The nerve of this man, saying things at you with that voice like some sort of slithering snake….it shouldn’t be so damn attractive.
You like his brashness, but you can’t show your hand.
You cross your arms over your chest, pouting.
“And what’s the inevitable? That I’m going to sleep with you?”
He smirks, pleased that you finally hit the nail on the head. “Only if you want to.” You almost roll your eyes. Such a gentleman.
You sigh, giving your shoulders a small shrug.
“If I’m honest, you look like bad news Crosshair.”
He laughs at that. All it is is a huff of air that comes briskly from his mouth, but you can still tell he’s amused.
The distance between you two is short; you on your bar seat and him standing tall next to you, a forearms length away. It takes him half a step to be in your personal space, and only a slight swing of his arm to have it on the back of your chair. You have to crane your neck to keep eye contact, and when his eyes flick down to your lips, you move in the extra inch.
Crosshair kisses you, and it is not short and it is not sweet. He hums against your mouth, and it only takes a small nip of his teeth for you to open up to him, to allow his breath to be shared with yours. He kisses well, and he kisses in a way that makes your hands feel fuzzy as they rest on your lap. He is warm and slick and his mouth tastes like the cheap beer at 79’s, and it all makes your heart pound.
When he pulls back and you go following him in search of more kisses, he gently puts a hand on your shoulder to keep you in place. Shit. He’s got you; hook, line, and sinker.
You’re following him out of the bar not a moment later. You realise that he hasn’t even asked you your name.
You can’t find it in yourself to care.
#screaming crying throwing up!! i love crosshair!!#hes emotionally complex and i love him but i also like writing him being a little bit of an ass#crosshair x reader#tbb crosshair
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Us against the world
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When faced against the choice of choosing between the world or the love of his life, which path will he choose?
Genre: Angst/comfort
CW: Subtle(?) mentions of character death
1,340 words 7,210 characters
A/N: I HAD A WHOLE ASS HEART ATTACK BCS WHILE I WAS SAVING THIS AS A DRAFT IT SAID THERE WAS AN ERRORRRRR IM SO GLAD I COPIED IT ALL BCS I WAS PUTTING THEM IN A WORD COUNTER JESUS FUCKING CHRISTTTTT (also lmk if the words are too tiny!!)
Luke Pearce
He looks up to the sky with a clear hopelessness in his eyes, seemingly eyeing God for help or cursing the universe itself for facing him with such a difficult decision. Despite the hesitation, he's well aware that he himself won't be around for a very long time so he decides to choose what he's always wanted for so long despite possibly making him look 'greedy' in the eyes of people. He clings into your unconscious body as if his life depended on it (it did) as tears that glistened like diamonds fell from his face as he watches the world slowly fall apart. Even with lingering regrets, he only had you left by his side. His parents and relatives unknown or deceased. At least now in your final moments, he gets to hold you close for as long as he wished, the heavy burden of his choice weighing him down but the peaceful and content look on your face brings him back to the surface, exposing him to the pure light that you shine down on him.
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"I know that this probably isn't the outcome you would've liked but, Please; Let me a have a moment with only you. If I had chosen the whole world over the one who stole my heart, I'd be taking my efforts to keep you safe in vain." He whispers his thoughts to you as he held you tightly against him, taking in the feeling of having you all to himself, without the worries of losing you.
Marius von Hagen
It wasn't supposed to turn out like this. You were just going to have dinner out with Marius when all hell broke loose and now he's being forced into choosing between forsaking the world or you. He doesn't realize it but the harder he clenched his fists, the more his whole body shook and the more his breath hitched. His throat felt tight as his stomach caves in on its own, fully making him feel the consequences of either choices. He knew deep down that if he chose to save the love of his life, he'd be throwing away the dream of living a peaceful life with his father and brother but if he chose the world, he knows that he'll no longer love again like how he did with you. As he whispers his final answer, his assailants manic laughter filled his ears as he desperately covered them with his hands already hearing the tiny sobs escaping from your lips. He mutters silent apologies falling into deaf ears as your pained screams reverberated through the room forcefully pulling a blood curling scream from the depths of his heart as his own world turns into shades of black and white. Without the light of his life, his world will then be filled with nothing but emptiness.
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"I'm sorry, I'm sorryI'msorryI'msorry—" Apologies that were once stuck in his throat finally escaped but it was long too late. He couldn't bring himself to look at you nor could he even open his eyes in fear of seeing your once soft, vibrant skin all splattered with your own blood because of his own decision. He continues to apologize, knowing full well that you won't be able to ever forgive him until soemthing finally dawns on him. He's not only the reason of his mother's death now, he's also the one behind yours.
Artem Wing
He remains unfazed in the exterior. But within his mind, he's never felt so furious before. As the man mocks and insults him, he immediately shouts for the man to stay quiet which proved effective as the sound of the wind's howls remained the only thing heard within the building. Artem thinks for a moment what would be the most desirable choice. His usual calm surface breaks as he furrows his brows while silently pondering. The sound of a gun getting loaded and several orders being passed by to the man's underlings surrounded Artems' already ringing ear. He spares a glance at you and he swore that he felt his heart fall apart as he sees the despairing smile on your face, almost accepting your fate. For once, a single tear fell from his eyes and he curses himself for being so powerless. He tries desperately to negotiate and he's then faced with another option. He can work under him and help spread NXX more around the world and the man swears to never lay a single finger on you or your family ever again. Artem imagined himself reaching out to a more realistic choice until the man spoke again. "If we are ever to be found out, you will take the blame solely or we'll be taking your lovely partner's life." Artem desperately tried to reach for the first realistic choice but he's once again pulled away from it. A reality with having both you and the world felt near yet so far. And now, he decides that it's been set in stone. He'll be a villain in this world just to keep you safe and sound.
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"Is it a deal then?" Artem spoke with his voice containing little to no emotion as it's all drained from him except for his feelings of love for you. As you were finally released from your bindings, you immediately ran towards him and gave him a soft slap on his face while continuously questioning him on why he did that. He smiles mockingly at himself as his heart aches a little more, knowing that your time together will soon expire.
Vyn Richter
Vyn was never the type to struggle in choosing between two things. But the moment that he hears his options, his breathing becomes erratic as his mind spins with the thought of losing you or seeing the world in ruins just to save his one and only love. Vyn waited years just to finally meet someone who'll turn him into the most hopeless romantic and make him go against his own beliefs and fall in love but for that to be slowly taken away from him due to a stupid ordeal? It made him sick to his stomach. He hears your muffled pleas begging him to spare the world of its sufferings but he was too focused on how big of a loss it would be if you slipped away from his grasp. Vyn tries to negotiate but he surprisingly, barely creates any coherent words as he looks down on his pale, shaking hands. And with a deep breath, he walks to the man that offered his options and mutters a silent request that had made you immediately retort in disagreement. His heart aches with the sound of your quivering, desperate voice begging him to stop whatever his planning but the sudden sound of a bang abruptly interrupts you. He'd thrown away his own ideals and other goals just to succumb to your love and with that in mind, he refuses to be like his father who chose his title over the love of his life. In his final moments, he spares a glance at you and sees your own tears fall down through his blurry eyes. he regrets ever making you cry but if it means keeping your love safe, he'll do anything just to keep you safe.
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Before it all came down, you saw the desperate look in his eyes, almost accepting the fact that he has to give something in order to get something. You hated how he always cared for you first instead of himself. You hated how selfless he was when it came to you. You hated that stupidly content smile he had as he turned to you for a split second. You hated how he ever so confidently offered himself over you. How gentlemanly he was— You hated him. You thought of these over and over again but still, the moment that he mouths those three words that were all to familiar with you, all feeling of abhorrence you harbored within a moment dissipates as you burry yout face to the ground, responding to him. "I love you too."
A/N: so the reason y i was panicking sm bcs in my notes app, the artem n vyn one is switched so i just revised em bcs it fit the other better and the one in my notes app is highly different from the one in here😭😭😭😭
#tears of themis#luke pearce#luke pearce x reader#luke pearce x mc#marius von hagen#marius x reader#marius x mc#artem wing#artem x you#artem x mc#vyn richter x reader#vyn richter#vyn x reader#i hate it here#literal insanity
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wait PLEASE tell us the professor firing story im so curious
Oh man. I’d like to preface this as something I’m not… one hundred percent proud of. Or at least, not something I brag about. I’m not sad or upset that I did it, and not sure if I’d have changed anything had I the chance. The man did deserve it. But here’s the entirely too long story.
(If you see typos or other weirdness, no you don’t.)
Imagine this—it’s 2018, it’s almost your last semester of community college. It’s spring semester, it’s cold, and you just got told that for the first time, your psychology class is NOT going to be under your favorite professor (not because he quit, he just didn’t teach this one). So, you’ve already had a full day of classes. It’s your last class of the day, it’s around noon to early afternoon, and you’ve actually had lectures in this classroom before.
You go in. Some chatting students, you choose a seat in the second row, kind of far from the door but those were already taken. Time passes.
Then suddenly, dread. That gut feeling that you absolutely should leave, right now, no matter what.
A man has just walked in.
We’ll call him Stanley, because that was his fucking name, Stanley…. Hawk. I’m not protecting his name because I care, but to keep myself and my classmates more anonymous.
That was my honest to goodness first reaction to this man. We had never met. And all I could think was “PLEASE tell me this isn’t the professor”.
He was, in fact, the social psychology professor.
From the first class, there are a number of red flags. He locks the door, ‘for safety’, despite that door actually being quite close to an exit-only door. He insists we MUST email him if we are to miss class—not in an ‘inform him’ way, by how he phrased it. If he could have said that we required his permission, he would have, and he was just short of that statement. He’s kinda weird about letting us out for bathroom breaks too. And he just seems… off. And the way he wants us to contact him is NOT through email. No, he hands us business cards and asks us to CALL HIM. Anyone who has had a college class will tell you—that’s EXTREMELY fucking weird.
Still, we power through. Because maybe the gut instinct was wrong, maybe he’s just strict.
AHAHAHAHA.
No.
Throughout the months I had him, he:
-Repeated the same lessons multiple times (don’t talk to me about the prison experiment I will SCREAM).
-Mostly call on one particular non-white guy
-Not ever get this one woman’s name right, probably because she was South American. Her name wasn’t hard, it was like- Marianna, and he’d like, call her Mary-Anne or other mispronunciations
-Get MY name right despite it being more difficult, though it still took him a few times. Either cause I’m White American or because my sister worked front desk, I’m not sure
-Mispronounced most of the women’s names at least once, even easy ones—he did not do this with any of the men
-(To my knowledge, the only genderqueer person was me, and I wasn’t public about it, and CERTAINLY wasn’t telling HIM that)
-Otherwise would talk wrestling with one guy who sat behind me. During class.
-Often went on tangents unrelated to the topic
-Claimed that he would take all the confederate statues and have them in his yard, proudly. He mentioned this at LEAST three times.
-Always mentioned that some of his grandkids were adopted Asian kids but was like… weird about it, genuinely not sure how to describe it
-Once went on an entire, unprompted safety lecture, saying to “you girls” (again, college, ‘girls’ isn’t the exact term I’d use) that we should make sure to immediately lock our car doors because we always “spend time getting all settled in when you drive, with your phones and purses and makeup”. He did not say the same to the “boys”, and also—I felt more unsafe that HE’D do something than anyone else
-Semi-often bemoaned the fact he couldn’t just hug students because of policy, that he couldn’t touch them even as a friendly pat on the shoulder because they might go to the college board. No, I’m not kidding. He actually said this sort of thing. I WONDER WHY THE STUDENTS DON’T WANT YOU TOUCHING THEM.
One of the worst incidents, he mishandled our test times, saying it was due at 12 midnight (online testing). I go to do it at about 2 pm… it’s closed. It’s Friday. I email him multiple times. I had to email the DEAN OF THE DEPARTMENT to get him to even answer. Said he ‘messed up’ and that it accidentally was put at 12 noon. He then tried to blame me alone, except no—another student (we’ll say… Alexis) ALSO had the same issue. He then said next time to call him. I don’t think I said anything, but I always did assignments before 12 noon so that there would not be a ‘next time’.
Then, one day, he had us list out twenty traits. Or like, things we like to do. Something to that effect. It was personal, is the main thing.
And then share that with the class.
It felt extremely elementary, we were almost through with the school semester, and I had learned nothing. I didn’t like this teacher, he kept fumbling, and that gut feeling just kept coming back. The anxiety I felt every time he locked the door.
And I remembered a post going around, about how we are not obligated to share things we don’t want to, especially in a classroom.
So, as I take my turn, I list out some generic things about likes and dislikes.
And I say something to the tune of, “I don’t like sharing with an entire class of almost strangers about myself when I don’t even know them.”
Several people start to talk in agreement, but I just keep reading my other statements. Because no, now is not the time. We have PLANNING to do.
Sure enough, I get two main allies from this. One Alexis, who was the student that also didn’t take the test. Another is a student who had been challenging him the entire semester- we’ll call her Sarah. She’d unlock the door pretty much any time Stephen Fucking Hawk wasn’t paying attention. Sarah is the one who approached me, so while I may have been a bit of a… not quite figurehead of this because of my earlier stunt(s), Sarah is the real mastermind here.
That said, I’m not sure if we’d have come together as such had I not done that little stand up for myself in class. A stand up that was inspired by a TUMBLR POST. Like, directly inspired. Before that point, I had thought that there’s no WAY this happens, that professors expect an airing of grievances in class, to virtual strangers. Jokes on me, but continuing on.
Sarah and I start airing our grievances, and we realize we’re actually in the same sociology class as well as being in the same social psychology class (yes, I got them confused, no, I never fully got UNconfused, because while Mrs. H was a fairly good sociology teacher, Stanley Fucking Hawk was not a good social psychology teacher). We decide—next class period, after the lesson was done. we’ll talk to her. Alexis isn’t in the class, but she promises to come in straight after her other class to help.
Poor Mrs. H looked so overwhelmed.
Especially when people we hadn’t EVEN MET started chiming in about stuff we didn’t even know about. Apparently, he talked about sex things in class before? Anyways.
She promised to talk with some of the higher ups. We continued on. We had like, other priorities.
About a few days later, Stephen Fucking Hawk is called to a meeting with the Dean. I know this, because he appeared briefly to give us a worksheet to work on for half an hour until he got back. Again, ask any college student—it’s weird that this was done during class time. Or that class wasn’t called off for the day.
I decided, yeah, fuck this, do the ten billionth really dumb worksheet for this prof (also a repeat, I think, which was not a new thing with him), and in half an hour I’m leaving. My baby niece was just born. Also, no, I was not emailing him for permission. This was not a job, he was not my boss, and I’d had enough of him. Not like he checked them ANYWAYS, as proven before.
He returned, a bit late and a little frazzled. I go to turn in my worksheet and leave.
He tried to stop me, trying to cite his little attendance policy. I honest to goodness think he’d have grabbed my wrist had he been allowed, or possibly if I hadn’t dodged.
I DO remember snapping at him that I WAS leaving, I’m ALLOWED to make that choice, and I was GOING to go see my niece.
I was also in martial arts at the time. So there’s a good chance he recognized that I could and WOULD sock him in the face if he tried something.
I left. He never looked at me for long ever again. Not that he usually did—chronic bitch face worked WONDERS, and I’m understanding why so many people, women in particular, might have gotten this trait.
After that, things are… average. There was still a few weeks, about a month, left still. We figure that if anything did happen, it’ll be after exams. That’s fine. So long as something is done. Naturally, we’re kept in the dark.
Then we get our course and professor evals. Basically, papers we were given in class to grade the class and the professor, with a small section at the end to write out any additional comments. You could add more paper to that section if you wanted to.
These were normal and mandatory in this college.
Y’all. People BROUGHT extra paper to class. I’m pretty sure Sarah wrote out five pages alone. Keep in mind, getting the usual comment section filled out at ALL was either optional or rarely exceeded the small space.
I think I only used one or two extra sheets, I DO recall filling a page both front and back. But keep in mind—I have somewhat small handwriting.
I savor the panic on that man’s eyes as he saw that people just. Kept. Writing. An exercise that usually took ten minutes and was technically anonymous (students had to handle the paperwork, both giving it out, taking them back, and turning it in at the front desk) took at least twice that.
Anyways, the next couple of classes were… well. Subdued on his end. Less tangents. He’s still not a good teacher, but none of use are actually paying attention.
We then get the news—he isn’t returning next semester.
There wasn’t a cheer, but Sarah and Alexis and a few other people in the class Share Looks. He doesn’t mention why, but We Knew.
Fun bonus fact about my college—like most schools, there’s a set amount of days per class you can miss without a cause, about two weeks. Since many exams were online, the popular trend—and professors knew and adjusted to this—was that students who hadn’t missed their earlier days would just not be in class the last couple of weeks. They’d show up to an in-person exam, if needed, but those last couple of weeks were usually exam prep and damn near an option for most classes.
I had to go to one class of his during the two week period because I missed a day, and half of everyone was gone.
After that day, I did not return to that class.
I got an A in that class despite knowing JACK about social psychology, and Stephen Fucking Hawk was gone from the staff directory from them on.
And that’s how a tumblr post helped me get a man fired, kind of.
#the professor story#ask me anything#I feel like I’ve told bits of this story before but ayyy it’s fine#I honestly probably forgot more of the bullshit this man pulled#I remember consciously choosing to wear very baggy and nonrevealing clothes#which. I mean my style wasn’t very revealing either#but I actively avoided dresses and skirts and anything that defined a waistline or my chest
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yearning for you pt.1
pairings: regulus black x fem! reader
wordcount: 1.6k ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა
warnings: mean draco, mean blonde girl (smh) im sorry blondies, 2 heartbreaks, mentions of regulus's fingers being attractive(idk why this is a warning) Oh yea we have phones in this fic so kinda modern au?
summary: when draco seemingly leaves her for the pretty new thing of hogwarts, she finds her once bright heart slither into nothing but a dark piece of cold coal trying to wonder what she's ever done wrong to be left for, until someone that once lurked in the shadows comes to light and brings the fire back into her black coal heart once more. That person being the infamous regulus black that everyone seemed to misunderstand.
It had been 2 months. 2 months exactly of Draco and y/n officially being together. Today marked their 2nd anniversary and it was all that occupied y/n's "lovestruck" mind
"So..... What'd you think he's gonna do this time?" Daria sang sweetly as she began flipping through her selection of same coloured robes to choose for the day, like it made a difference at all which one she'd choose.
"I don't know, maybe a bouquet of flowers? a box of chocolates? They all seem a bit cheesy tho-" y/n sapped out whilst playing with her fingers as if they were the most interesting on earth.
"Oh come on y/n.. atleast he's gonna give you something rather than forgetting like Dean did last week." Daria sighed whilst finally picking out her final robe of choice
"Okay but Dean was an absolute git for that." Y/n gave her friend a look of pity before continuing "Look i dont know, lately Draco's been a bit... well.... a bit distant. I rarely see him nowadays."
It'd been true, what once was a 7 day meet-up together had turned into thrice a week, thrice a week into once a week, and once a week later turned into once every few weeks or whenever Draco felt like it. Whenever y/n tried to 'bump' into him in the halls in hopes of getting a kiss or some sort of affection she'd been ever so yearning for, he'd always blow her off saying he was running late for either it be class or quidditch. It was always something.
It was like she was an object for him to show off whenever he felt like it or a toy sitting on a shelf waiting to played with. The whole relationship didn't really seem that... real. It was all just a facade to show people that she managed to pull the playboy Draco of Hogwarts, but deep down.. was it really worth it?
time skip to Breakfast
"There, he's at that damn table again." y/n complained as she played with her screaming soggy wizards cereal waiting to be eaten
"Y/n. Stop yapping around and maybe try approaching him about this??" Daria let out exasperatedly before dropping her spoon down and moving to cup both sides of her face
"i-i don't know he's been an awful lot touchy with the newbie." Y/n moaned out whilst looking over at the horrific scene of Draco and Heather. That damn perfect pretty new blonde girl.
"Y/n! i will not stand for your idioticness! That's it if you won't do it i will." Daria raged before getting up to approach the two
"No! Daria get your white ass back here!" Y/n screamed out looking stupid as ever
"Hi~ Draco and... Holly? Polly? Sorry your names quite basic round' here" Daria whistled out sarcastically whilst crossing her arms
"It's Heather. Though i dont think someone like you would remember such basic info considering you can't even remember the names of the three forbidden curses or anything else for that matter.. seeing your recent test marks." Heather spat out abrubtly as if she had the whole speach memorised whilst gripping onto Dracos arm more as if she couldn't make it anymore painfully tighter.
"Who told you that!" Daria yelled with a flushed face remembering (ironically) that the only person she'd ever told was y/n
"Lil ol' Dracky here" She hummed sweetly with a big fat fake smile plastered on her smug face.
"Sorry Daria, looks like y/n over there cant keep her fat mouth shut." Draco said whilst shaking his overgrown bangs out his eyes
"Y-y/n? W-wait here." Daria said with red cheeks as she stomped back over to the place she was previously sat at
"Where else are we gonna go? Is she dumb or something." Heather and draco conversed as if Daria couldn't hear them from a mile away
"Y/n! What the hell? You told draco about my test marks?" Daria raged whilst causing a scene to erupt around her
"What?"
Oh shit.
"Listen! I didn't mean to- i-it just blurted out when we were discussing academic things! I swear!" Y/n defended with a sunken heart as if everything was shattering down a long with her
"Still! What the actual hell y/n! I Thought you could keep a secret! Let alone a humiliating one!" Daria yelled before storming out the main door that led into the great hall
"Fuck." y/n muttered under her breath as she gathered her stuff to leave too
The whole ordeal seemed a bit surreal and dramatic, but what could you do? They were all hormone raging douchebags anyway.
"Hey y/n." She heard the familiar voice of the boy who was supposed to love her yet pained her instead.
"D-draco? what do you want." Y/n said clearly mad at the ignorance she'd been receiving from him lately
"I just wanted to let you know that i dont think i want to see you anymore." Draco said cold heartedly as y/n's whole world came to a stop.
First Daria, now Draco? What else could possibly happen. Just as she was thinking, the final cherry on top was placed as the new girl was presented clutching onto his side like no tomorrow.
"Hmmm yea. Looks like i'm the new replacement for the rusted old one. Blonde hair and everything! What an upgrade." Heather intoxicatingly served out as she laid her head onto Dracos broad shoulder
"Fuck you. Fuck you and your whole life Draco." Y/n said just below a whisper before doing the exact same thing Daria did just a few minutes ago.
Time skip to after all classes
The air was more cold than usual at y/n's spot. The air crisp and cool as strikes of wind made its way past her hair. She thought back to the events of the day, how everything came crashing down even more quickly than when it was put together. A small stream of tears found its way to dampen her dirty robes just as the air around her dried it.
suddenly, an unfamiliar voice cooed out to her from behind.
"Y/n?" hushed the unknown voice
"Who's there" y/n said unbothered at this point without batting an eye
"Regulus from potions, d'know if you remember me let alone know me." He laughed out, and it was the prettiest sound y/n had ever heard."
"Oh yea, Regulus"
she sighed
"ive seen you around."
"Yea.. so, what has brought the fine majesty of potions to this ruged place today? Such a place is no match for the delicacy of Hydrangeas." Regulus questioned out in an equestrian like royal voice
"Hydrangeas?" Y/n chuckled out whilst smiling at him wide
"I've heard of many nicknames, but Hydrangeas? Thats a first." Y/n smiled to herself as a loose strand of hair fell into her field of view.
Regulus thought it was the most precious thing ever and made sure to capture a photo of it in his mind.
"Well what can i say, their my favourite." Regulus semi smiled out whilst looking into the abyss
"You're turn."
"Hm?"
"Why are you here mysterious man?"
regulus chuckled at the nickname
"Y'didnt answer my question yet dangea, wouldn't be fair for me to trade my secrets for nothing in exchange"
He'd shorten the nickname, and you liked it. You liked it a lot.
"D'know. Just here coz schools a bitch."
There it was, that pretty sound regulus made
"Yea. Yea i totally agree, schools a bitch." Regulus breathed
"Im just here coz it takes my mind of things." Regulus mumbled while tracing his slender pale fingers on the concrete you both sat on, feet dangling on the edge.
His fingers, you thought. Such pretty fingers
"You wanna see something?" Regulus inquired with curiousty blooming, just like Hydrangeas did when water hit them.
"Sure, why not."
He foraged around his robes pocket, to pull out what looked like a box filled with small papers.
He muttered a spell under his breath charming the paper to hold his precious digits on it.
"Wow, i never knew proffesor flitwick would teach us to be this smooth with charms." she chuckled before taking the piece of paper he gently handed to her
It read out his number, with a cute smiley face on the side and that was enough to make her day a lot times better.
"So... call me? Whenever schools being a bitch to you again that is."
"Yea.... i guess schools gonna be acting like a bitch for a lil while then." She smirked to herself, knowing all the times she could ring him up now just to hear that pretty little voice of his.
"Well drangea, I best get going. Got dinner in a while, i expect you to notice me at the tables now." Regulus chuckled before handing her an arm to get herself on her feet too
She hessistantly grabbed onto his lean arm not used to touch, and felt all the right tingles spark in her chest making her feel all flustered and hot. She wondered dangerously... how he could make her feel if all those tingles were just from his mere touch. Enough y/n she breathed.
"W-well! See you around mystery man. Wouldn't wanna bother you too much now that i've snagged your number."
"Ah, dont worrybout it ol' drangy." He said whilst making his way to the exit that sat on the roof.
"Call me!" He yelled before shutting the door on her.
She smiled. She smiled very wide at the events of the day.
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like this up if ya'll want pt 2 pls LMAOOA
#regulus black#regulusblackfanfic#regulus being a little shit#regulus x reader#femreader#regulus x femreader#regulus fanfiction#regulus angst#regulus being regulus#harry potter#draco malfoy angst#draco fanfiction#draco#fanfiction#wizarding world#flosha
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Chapter 4
The Crimson Moon
Umeki's P.o.v :
'I see they're still not doing it huh?' Using my Byakugan, just seeing the demons joining at the humanities and Gods stands.
'what is it they were waiting for?'
The Battle Ended
Thor wins
Here I am walking around and just like that I lost my way. 'I guess I have to use my Byakugan' but before I can turn left, I crashed to a hard wall....or is it....
"YOU STUPID HUMAN DO YOU EVEN KNOW WHERE YOU ARE GOING!!??"
"IDIOT SHUT UP THATS UMEKI"
I looked up and it was Lord Odin I bumped into and the two ravens started bickering to each other. But then Lord Odin suddenly lower down and puts his hand out.
. . . *internal screaming* he is helping me to get up. . .
I accepted his offer and composed myself.
"I apologize my Lord, I'm not looking to where I was going." I bowed
"Oh do not worry Ume-chan we are sorry we did not recognize you immediately" The white raven said in a sheepish tone.
"I apologize for bumping onto you, Umeki" Odin spoke. Looking straight to my eyes.
*internally screaming*BUT IM THE ONE WHO BUMP ONTO HIM⁄(⁄ ⁄•⁄-⁄•⁄ ⁄)
"I-its alright Lord Odin, Im sorry too, I just lost my way" I stuttered.
'AHHH Y/N WHY DO YOU HAVE TO BRING DEATH TO ME'
Let me explain first why....
Umeki is assigned to keep an eye on Odin, since Y/n has discovered that Umeki became the Apple of Odin's Eye the time they became companions, maybe you could say friends, throughout the time they spend with each other. Not to mention the reason why Y/n chooses her is that with one of umeki's special ability other than their clans dōjutsu(Eye technique) that one ability she learned all by herself. Upon training in Valhalla for over 10years she has come to find out that with chakra and magic and the light points that flows through everyone is not at all different and that she can press any of it whenever she wants and she too finds out the true color of her chakra and with the chakra they were both called the twins that created the 'Twin Dragon's Gentle Fist'. So with that ability she can press any points on Odin when he found out or whenever he must decide on taking on Y/n if he ever finds out her true identity. Though it would be impossible since, Itachi and Y/n casted Genjutsu on him many times that Nyx said "it was effective,that he nor anyone can know". Though the hard part right now is, even if Odin finds out, Umeki will be hesitant since... She has caught feelings.
And that makes her go through this situation
Finally calm, I took a deep breath and look at him and smile
"If you may excuse me my Lord, I have to get back to my seat and I'm sure my brother might be worried about my well being right now"
And with that I walked pass Lord Odin. Not even looking back. I was too nervous to talk to him.
Odin's P.o.v
I just stand here and watched her left me here. I just can't bring myself to talk to her because if I do I might not hold myself back. I just listened to Muninn's and Huginn's bickerings while I cannot stop staring to where she goes. I want humanity gone but not her. I want her to be with me. But if she does not feel what I feel then I must let her go. But letting her go would be one to kill me inside. I do not wish for her to feel pain but to feel Joy. But how can I when I'm the one she must fear? I do not deserve her,not at all. Not when this is happening.
3rd person's P.o.v
And now the Second round is about to begin.... where behind the closed doors a chaos erupts in the humanities side.
"WHAT?!?!?" basically everyone yelled.
Akira, standing, arms crossed and wearing a very serious face. He is currently facing the two leaders of the Association,Y/n was infront of him eyes wide from his request.
"Then so must be it" y/n answered.
Brunhilde looks at her "Then you are not worried at all? His and your world you came from is far different after all, you are not worried that it will reveal atleast minor part of your past?"
Y/n just shrugged while looking at and replied "There's something happened and I've seen a glimpse of what the fates saw in the future, and Akira's statement to us right now is the actual sign that an inevitable future is about to happen."
....
AND THAT WAS 30min AGO AND RIGHT NOW.....
A change of fighter was requested on both sides.
Since the Gods first planned, Zeus thought 'Why not see what the humans are up to'. Adam who was just leaving the room, remembered what happened during the talk with him.
'Flashback'
Adam encountered Akira when he was about to meet up with Brunhilde and his völund.
Adam looked at him sternly "Why do you wish to stop me? I shall not let you sacrifice yourself my child."
Akira then sighed but looked at him "I don't want the most special man disappear in my life, thats why I shall protect you and everyone , so please let me fight this one father".
Adam could see the determination in him, but he was hesitating on letting his children.......
It didnt take long and Akira became the second fighter for the humanities side. While everyone is preparing for the second round, the news has immediately spread to the Association to which everyone began to cheer in silence. Some of them is somehow happy, contented that someone on the association is going to show the true Assassin's nature. Yet some of them was somehow disappointed that they werent chosen and the others has other thoughts about the news.
Now let's go back to what is currently happening. . . . .
" Now...... ARE YOU READY!?" Heimdall shouted
Everyone Gods and Humans yell, cheering with anticipation. Now all curious who might be the next contestants are going to fight.
"Next for the Humans, Representing the Hope of Mankind..." Heimdall then stretches his arm to the Humanity side entrance.
Heimdall was actually nervous, with Brunhilde giving him many information about the new guy that exchange for Adam. The man with enough ability to defeat a God. It sounds unbelievable, but not when you see it with your own eyes. Heimdall is another one who witnesses how some Ninja's and Slayers beat up 2 Gods and hold them down just to make them forget about what they saw. But why would they not do it to Heimdall too? Simple. The Alpha knows something he doesn't know.
"He is the man who along side with his twin, shown their true power through many years of training and fighting for the survival during the war....." Heimdall stopped when he notices no one is coming out the entrance.
"Huh?" He asked dumb-founded. Even the Gods.
But instead a strong gust of wind overtook. And just right outside the boundaries of Valhalla someone hops up the sky.
That someone then landed on the middle of the ring.
Heimdall then composed himself.." Together with his twin, he participated in the 3rd and 4th Great Ninja War where they called them the "Dragon Twins". He too represented the Hyuga clan that serves a special role in order to stop the war in their world. With so much war and crimes are going on someone must take action!"
"It is said that the twins has a unique color of chakra flowing through them, that Black chakra are flowing in him. With the eyes that can see through everything, the eyes that can see through any attacks and combined with the strength and power they hold through their fist..."
Akira then slowly composes himself from kneeling, standing slowly. Covering his hands, wrist, arms with a ripped cloth. Clenching his fists.
"Now you may think that he is blind, but NO he isn't! He alone can take a group or more enemies and kill them without experiencing pain. The man who will defend the weak, the man who will do anything to protect his allies..... Introducing...."
Akira then looked up to the Gods with a very cold look, a look that was as if looking at a peasant who comes from a branch family. The look his brothers gave to those who comes from the branch family.
Odin who just came back to his seat but heard what Heimdall said was shocked too. Those Gods who met the Hyuga twins are shocked to this revelation.
Akira's hands on his side, clenched with those cold eyes.
"The Black dragon of Konohagakure... Akira Hyuga!!!"
A roar of cheers are encased throughout the Valhalla.
Umeki ran through the front seat where Haku, Neji and konan who are blending with the crowd. Then Umeki saw him, Odin who are sitting on his seat and his crows seems shocked and now began to ramble something.
Umeki didn't keep her eyes longer to Odin who began to look at her too. She knew she fucked up. She lied to Odin and now she just want to leave quickly.
#record of ragnarok#ror x reader#ror odin#ror thor#ror loki#shuumatsu no valkyrie#ror adam#ror jack the ripper#ror kojiro sasaki#ror poseidon#naruto shippuden#itachi uchiha#akatsuki#demon slayer#kny tanjiro kamado#rengoku kyojuro
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I 100% support your klaber simping. PLEASE anything that has klaber x reader (idk about gender maybe slight fem preference). It is such a shame that there are like no stories about him.
im VERY uncreative so i can only think of a few basic prompt ideas: dating headcanon when on the same side vs siding with indy
or maybe some angst about fighting with him when trying to convince him to settle down with you somewhere instead continuing to work for Voller
i REALLY dont care i just NEED stories with him
I'm so glad I'm not the only one. Some people are still sleeping on the greatness that is Boyd Holbrook. I am very glad to be doing my first ask for Klaber! So thank you for this. Feel free to give me more or if you just wanna scream about Klaber/Boyd. I LOVE how you said you don't care you just need stories with him. Honestly: Mood.
So here you go. I hope you enjoy. EXTREMELY happy to do more. Give me 5 more prompts (or maybe 10) I need him and I need to write him.
I do also ask that you please reblog my work when I do post so that we can get more people to post stories or give prompts. Klaber deserves the love :)
CHOOSE ME LIKE YOU CHOOSE HIM
Pairing: Klaber x Fem!Reader (can also be read as GN!Reader)
Prompt: maybe some angst about fighting with him when trying to convince him to settle down with you somewhere instead continuing to work for Voller
Warnings: Swearing, Angst, Canon Characterization - Nazi, Love Confessions, Mention of Size Difference
Summary: He didn't want to leave you. But he was a part of something greater than himself. You ask him to stay.
Dawn broke through the curtains of your apartment window. You were still half asleep when you felt the bed shift next to you. Klaber was moving to get up. The warm rays of light caught his golden head of hair that made it look almost white. His blue eyes fixed on yours as he leaned down to kiss your forehead.
"I have to go," he whispered, moving to get dressed.
You watched as he slipped on his grey suit pants and fastened the buttons of his crumpled white shirt. You rolled out of the bed before he left for the door. Blocking his path, he eyed you up and down in your underwear with a smile thinking you wanted one more kiss before he left.
"Eli, can we talk?"
"I only have a few minutes or else I'm gonna be late to meet my boss." He checked his watch impatiently.
But then seeing how seeing how serious you looked, he placed his hands on your shoulders. He was taller than you, bigger, broader. You liked that about him. You liked how he could tower over you and press you against walls. He wasn't threatening or ever violent.
You know what he did for work though. Henchman to Jürgen Voller. Lapdog for a Nazi.
You didn't care who he was. Only that he loved you and made you feel like you were special. He made time for you even in his busy schedule when your other boyfriends never did.
"What's wrong, baby? I can see you're stressed out. I can be a little late. Tell me what's wrong."
You crossed your arms over your chest. "I don't want you to fly so much anymore. I miss you."
He sighed and rubbed your shoulders and arms. "Sweetheart, wherever he asks me to do, wherever he wants me to go, I have to do it."
"But you don't. You can stay with me. Can't you? You could choose me. You could settle down. We can move in together. No more back and forth and hotels. We can be together like a real couple."
"We are a real couple." He frowned.
"You know what I mean! I know this job is important to you. You want to belong to something. He helped you find yourself, find your place in this world and I don't ever judge you for it. I would never hate you for that. I want you to be happy and I want you to feel like you're at home and yourself. But...I want it to be with me. I want you to fight for me like you fight for him. I want you to run where I run, go where I go. Is that too much to ask for? If it is, then what are we doing? What future do we have?"
Klaber fixed his eyes on the floor. His shoulders lifted making him looker bigger as he let out a heavy breath. He let go of you and rubbed his thumb on his forehead before pinching the bridge of his nose.
"I owe everything I am to Voller. He gave me this life. I would be nowhere without him. I am who I am today because of him."
"I know you feel you're indebted to him, but what about me? I'm not just someone you fuck occasionally."
"No, you're not. Jesus, you're not. What am I supposed to do? Huh? I can't just---" He shook his head, tongue dragging angrily across his bottom lip.
There was a silence that caused a fissure inside your chest. He could walk out that door and you'd never see him again. He could choose a damn Nazi over you. You watched as his body settled and relaxed. His breathing evened out and his gaze was back on you.
"You're right, baby. I can't expect you to wait for me all the time. It's dangerous work, I know, and you're probably worried about me every day. Look, I will talk to Voller. I will make this work. I want us to work. You make me happy. Okay? Not this job. I got into this when I was nineteen and yes, it has it perks at best and at worst it's just a pain in the ass. But now, I found you, I want to be with you. I do want to live with you."
"You do? You mean it?" You pressed up against him, lifting yourself on your tiptoes to stretch up and lock your hands around his neck.
His large hands landed on your waist and pulled you in to his body.
"I do. I love you, y/n. Nothing can stop that. Not even Voller."
#klaber#fem reader#gn reader#fem reader x klaber#gn reader x klaber#boyd holbrook#indiana jones 5#my fic
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tell me more // pierre gasly
summary: y/n takes pierre to a concert. he had no idea what he was getting himself into. im literally projecting so much here i want someone to dance at a pop punk show with
pairing: pierre gasly x pop punk ! gf
she was family friends with george russell, who, by all accounts, pierre assumed was a pretty normal person.
and logically, he thought that meant that y/n was fairly normal as well
“mate, you have no bloody idea what you’re getting yourself into” george had said when pierre first asked george’s blessings to ask y/n out
not like he had to ask in the first place, but he figured he'd be a decent guys and at least warn the mercedes driver that it was gonna happen one way or another
pierre had thought nothing of it at the time
he knew, from just little things, that her music taste was not something that would normally have been considered to be “normal”
little things gave it away, like the array of cd’s lined up alphabetically on the shelf on the landing of her little house that he never saw her play
or the oversized shirts with logos and album artwork for artists he had never heard of
or that one time they were driving to dinner and she remarked how much she hated one of the billboard 100 songs that was in his spotify playlist
but he’s never actually heard snippets of what she listens to, always choosing to listen with her headphones in
so when y/n suggests a night out, one that she planned entirely herself, pierre is like ‘why not’
poor guy gets himself all dressed up in a nice little button down shirt and some white pants
but when he picks up y/n, shes wearing bell-bottom jeans, a small black tube top and a vintage nascar jacket she had thrifted
“you are waaaay too dressed up for where we’re going”
they pull up to the small concert venue, and pierre is so confused when he looks around and sees all the people gathered outside in ripped jeans and black t-shirts
“um, babe, what exactly are we doing tonight?” pierre asks nervously, linking his arm with hers as they walked towards the door
he kept expecting people to recognize him, but this was not the kind of crowd that was likely to know who he was
if he had played footy on the other hand . . .
“oh, i had tickets to see this band from liverpool with an old friend, but she bailed last minute, so i had an extra ticket”
band? what kind of band? pierre wondered, looking around at the crowd
he didn’t have time to ask, the door opening and throngs of people flooding in
just his luck that y/n had tickets closer to the front part of the arena with a good glimpse of the stage
he got a glimpse of the band’s name printed on the back banner, whipping out his phone so he could find out exactly what kind of band they were
a punk band from england, according to google.
the lights went down and the band began to play
the guitars are loud and the singer has an interesting voice
pierre is so unprepared to be jostled around by the seas of bodies
even more unprepared to see y/n jumping with them, in a world of her own as she screams the words at the top of her lungs
it’s a side of her that pierre has never seen before
for a hot minute, he almost forgets how out of place he is.
hes just standing there awkwardly all the way through the entire first song, staring at y/n, who has just become five times more interesting
because she is quite literally the last person he expected to be in to this sort of thing.
almost gets himself kicked in the side of the head by a crowdsurfer
at first the other concertgoers are like ‘who the fuck is this wanker in a button down shirt and slacks’
and then it clicks that ‘oooh he’s here with someone who didn't tell him where they were going’
the first song ends, and pierre gets a glimpse of the look of absolute joy and wonder on y/n’s face
and he wants to be a part of it somehow
so when the next song starts playing, pierre grabs her hand and spins her around a few times, even though he has no idea if that’s what he’s supposed to do
y/n loops her arms around pierre’s neck while she’s bouncing around, and of course, pierre has to mirror what she’s doing, and he does, with a huge smile on his face
so when about halfway through the song, y/n finds herself dancing with her back in the general vicinity of pierre’s chest, the driver is just like ‘club dancing !?!?! this is something i actually know how to do’
he still feels super awkward as he moves to grab her hips, guiding her body towards his
once again, the other people in the crowd are like ‘what the fuck is this guy doing?’
but y/n loves it
pierre’s lips pepper soft kisses to her face while she watches the band onstage
he’ll jump when she jumps, dance when she dances
it ends up being one of the best nights of his life
“you should crowdsurf next time”
y/n offhandedly suggests it as they leave hand-in-hand
pierre shuts it down immediately
he looks into the band, and actually finds that their music is a good thing to listen to before he gets in the car
it sort of becomes a ritual
let’s just say that there are many more concerts to come
#pierre gasly x reader#pierre gasly#formula one x reader#f1 x reader#headcanons#lovelytsunodas eclectic music taste#oh to dance with a good looking guy at a pop punk show#Spotify
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Im back again, and im here to ask for baji angst no comfort what so ever.
please and thank you, take care :) ♡
A/n: I've only done two requests from you, but I have a feeling that you're the friend who makes everything sad. (Love you though, it gives me an excuse to write angst. It's kinda short, but enjoy regardless)
Warnings: Anime spoilers (Vahalla), death, arguing, cursing, Keisuke Baji
The last time I saw Baji. I choose not to think about that night; it hurt too much to think about it. It started off as playful banter, just some kids having fun. It turned into more than that; I should've known to de-escalate it.
"All you ever do is whine, (Name)!" Baji shouted, "Seriously, I'm fucking tired of it!"
"Well, I'm sorry that a joke can't get past your thick skull, Keisuke!"
He gritted his teeth, "You wanna fucking go?"
"Think I'm scared of you?"
"Leave." His voice was firm, "Leave right now, (Name)."
"Keisuke-"
"I will fuck you up, bastard! Leave!"
I thought he was right, so I grabbed my bags and left. I didn't need to be yelled at anymore, I didn't need ridicule. I just needed to be left alone. I stayed with my parents for a while, ignoring all the texts from Keisuke about how sorry he was.
That was the biggest mistake of my life.
When I saw Ryoko calling me, I knew it had to be important. She only ever called when something was wrong, and I knew from her voice the moment that I picked up that there was a problem.
"(Name)," Her voice was shaky, "It's Ryoko."
"Yeah, yeah, haven't seen you in a while. Is everything okay?"
She sniffled, "It's Keisuke... I just got a call from the sheriff..."
"What'd he do this time?"
Ryoko broke down sobbing, and that told me all I needed to know. I could hear her grief over the phone, the grief of a mother with a lost son. I put my head down to think.
"(Name)," Ryoko choked out, "Keisuke is gone..."
I didn't know what to say. I had only seen him a few days ago, how could he be dead? It was all too much, like white noise reverberating around my skull. It hurt physically as if the feeling of guilt and sorrow were dissolving my bones around me.
"I-" I paused, "I can't believe it..."
"I know you and Keisuke were not really on the best terms, but please, can you come see him with me...?"
I smiled bitterly, "Send me the address, Ryoko..."
...
He looked so peaceful; like he was asleep. Ryoko was on the floor, practically screaming as she wept. I couldn't move; my eyes were glued to my boyfriend. I loved him, you see. I really did love him.
"Ryoko, do you need a moment alone?" I asked softly, stooping down to her level.
She nodded, "I need to go outside..."
I gently led her to the front door, and then I went back to the viewing room. It all felt like some strange dream, almost as if time was standing still. For the first time in a while, tears rolled down my cheeks.
"Hope you're happy, Keisuke." The room was quiet, "You always were a troublemaker, huh?"
No reply.
"Your mom is heartbroken, Keisuke. You really did mean a lot to her; people would kill for a mother like her."
No reply.
I gently held his cold hand, "I forgive you, dear. I forgive you for what you did to me."
~~~
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