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criminalmindsgonewrong · 2 years

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bau as taylor songs

aaron hotchner: fearless, you’re not sorry, change, superstar, last kiss, superman, everything has changed, come back be here, style, getaway car, lover, false god, the last great american dynasty, cowboy like me

emily prentiss: cold as you, fifteen, haunted, sparks fly, speak now, red, i almost do, the lucky one, out of the woods, i wish you would, this love, i know places, dress, end game, look what you made me do, the archer, i think he knows, daylight, afterglow, the one, this is me trying, mad woman, peace, willow, right where you left me

derek morgan: tied together with a smile, white horse, mr perfectly fine, innocent, i knew you were trouble, girl at home, blank space, so it goes..., gorgeous, i forgot that you existed, hoax, tis the damn season, renegade

jennifer jareau: a place in this world, the way i loved you, you all over me, bye bye baby, mine, enchanted, that's when, state of grace, sad beautiful tragic, begin again, nothing new, how you get the girl, you are in love, delicate, dancing with our hands tied, the man, seven, ivy, gold rush

spencer reid: the outside, breathe, mean, eyes open, the last time, clean, bad blood, wonderland, new romantics, i did something bad, death by a thousand cuts, soon you'll get better, cruel summer, its nice to have a friend, cardigan, the lakes, tolerate it

penelope garcia: you belong with me, the best day, jump then fall, back to december, holy ground, forever winter, king of my heart, starlight, wildest dreams, call it what you want, cornelia street, london boy, mirrorball, champagne problems, marjorie

whole team: long live, this is why we can't have nice things, new years day, exile, my tears ricochet, august, epiphany, no body no crime, long story short, evermore, it's time to go, only the young

i highlighted any that i feel really strongly about for that character. so many of them ended up relating to the 'emily is dead' storyline (i almost do, the last time, sad beautiful tragic, everything has changed - it seems red is the album for that particular storyline, imo anyway) but others relate to character storylines (innocent for morgan, the best day and back to december for penny, clean for reid) idk it was fun and am excited to add midnights !! and i wanna know any u agree/disagree with also i couldn't assign atw

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forlix · 8 months

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𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱𝘀・908 / 𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴・hyunjin x gn!reader / 𝗴𝗲𝗻𝗿𝗲(𝘀)・domestic fluff, established relationship, being hopelessly whipped for one another hehe

Hwang Hyunjin is no stranger to compliments.

How couldn’t he be, when his grip on every stadium is one of titanium, when he looks and sounds like a figment of a sweet dream, when he is all that he is? And he loves the flattery. He’ll bow graciously and utter his thanks, his head lowered just far enough to conceal the smirk on his lips that says: oh, I know.

But it’s different with you. Maybe it’s because he’s clung to everything you’ve said to him since the day you met, curating a mental archive of the greatest love he'll ever know. Maybe it’s because he feels the urge to smile just looking at your face. Maybe he's that much of an enamored idiot that your praise makes him feel like he’s touching the sky.

Whatever the reason, your compliments destroy him, and tonight is no exception.

Hyunjin’s head is hovering over the sink, headband holding back his hair, hands slathering cleanser over his skin, when his phone goes off. It’s unusual for him to receive emails so late, and he rinses and dries himself with a touch of irritation. Surely it can wait until tomorrow. But the annoyance subsides when Hyunjin starts to read: photos came out early . . . congratulations again . . . will be in touch with next steps.

Behind him, the bathroom door opens, and in walks a figure with tired eyes and a matching headband over their hairline. Hyunjin feels arms circle around his waist and a familiar warmth press up against his back. “I ran out of face soap,” you mumble.

Without looking up from his screen, Hyunjin picks up his cleanser and holds it by his hip, so that you only need extend your fingers to snatch it away. You place a kiss on his cheek as a quick way of thanks, bringing a small, helpless smile to his face.

The next few minutes are spent in silence, save for the sounds of your washing. It isn’t until you glance in the mirror and see your boyfriend’s fascination with his phone that you notice something’s up.

“What’re you looking at?” You hum, curious.

Hyunjin’s reply is casual. Too casual. “The photos from the Versace shoot came out early.”

At this, you whip around to look at him. Your face is illuminated with a smile that stretches from ear to ear, the fatigue in your eyes replaced with pure anticipation. A mysterious warmth begins to spread through Hyunjin, starting in his chest and traveling as far as his cheeks, dusting them pink with embarrassment. (And so Hyunjin’s destruction begins.)

“Show me,” you demand.

Hyunjin tilts his screen in your direction, finally unable to quell the proud grin that he’s been biting back for so long. You nestle into his side and wrap your hands around his tricep, as if looking to hang onto something for emotional support, but nothing could've prepared you for what you see: silky dark hair pinned back by a pair of white sunglasses, facial features so ethereal that they rival the sculptures of Michelangelo himself, jewelry and suit jacket dull in comparison to his golden complexion, all rearranged into poses and expressions so confident and effortless that one would think he’s been doing this for years.

It is too much for you.

The noise that comes out of your mouth is terrifying—a mixture of a moan and a gasp except you’re being mauled by a mountain lion, or something—and Hyunjin starts to laugh, the forceful, involuntary kind that seizes his entire being.

“Are you kidding me?" You let go of his arm to grab hold of his phone with both hands, bringing it within inches of your face. "Is this real life?”

“What sound did you just make—?" Hyunjin is now sliding down the wall, barely able to get his words out. "Wait, I can’t breathe, stop—”

You ignore him, and Hyunjin genuinely thinks he’s going to dissolve when he sees that you’ve zoomed in far enough for his face, just his face, to take up the entire screen. “This can’t be real,” you mutter. “You can’t be real.”

“Shut up, you idiot—”

Hyunjin suddenly feels a pair of hands on his cheeks, and you start littering kisses all over his face, first on his forehead, then his temple, then his nose, his jaw, weaving words in between to form a sentence: you are the most beautiful man in the whole world, Hwang Hyunjin. He disappears into a new fit of laughter, his cheeks sore from how hard he’s beaming, his ears burning crimson. He feels like he might burst, he’s so happy, so in love.

You then pull away for a breather, and whatever plea for mercy Hyunjin has prepared goes forgotten when it occurs to him how close the two of you are, with you basically straddling him and wisps of your hair tickling his face. And you look stunning right now, barefaced and blushing and radiant. His laughter dissipates at last, leaving behind only a helplessly fond smile that turns his eyes to crescents.

“My prince,” you whisper, bumping your nose lightly against his. “Mine.”

He physically cannot go a second longer without kissing you, leaning in and sealing his grin against yours with the intensity of an oath. Yours. Forever.

“Thank you, baby."

(The truth is that Hyunjin destroys you first. It is only natural that you return the favor.)

𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸? please consider reblogging, commenting, or sending me an ask to let me know; or, read my other writing here. thanks so much for the support ♡

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ideas-4-stories · 5 months

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Cross Guild Romance prompt: Buggy is a no show for the morning address at Cross Guild. Beyond annoyed thinking that he's overslept, Mihawk and Crocodile go to Buggy's living quarters. They barge in expecting a sleepy clown. Instead they stumble on a horror scene. Buggy is laying on the floor, beaten and raped, barely alive with a makeshift garotte around his neck. The sight will haunt Mihawk and Crocodile as long as they live as they rush Buggy to the hospital tent. Buggy survives but is deeply traumatized. Mihawk and Crocodile become his unofficial bodyguards, and then slowly become his loving partners/almost husbands. Even as they focus on helping Buggy recover, especially when he can't remember who hurt him, they are still hunting for whoever dared to hurt THEIR clown. Up to you who the perpetrator is, but Mihawk and Crocodile will find this individual and make them regret ever coming out of their mother's womb.

😱Holy stars above and beyond😱

Ummm, plot twist Buggy didn't get raped and most of the blood is that person here him. Buggy basically cat fighter the dude, while his "friends" left in fear.

I doubt Buggy wouldn't fight like a cage animal until the end. Why he's laying there is because he is exhausted from fighting. The clown already called the ports to close them down and get people paroling the beaches for anyone trying to get off the island.

Buggy would be shocked that Mihawk and Crocodile has walked into the mess of what's his space now. I see Buggy be like 'Oh pardon the mess, anyway-' for some reason. And Mihawk and Crocodile standing there in as much shock as their faces can do.

So they go and find the others, and it's a game of cats and mice. All the followers are cheering them on and getting out of the way. Hell maybe throwing things at those nasty assholes. Those peeps are unnamed because they don't deserve to have names

Now I'm thinking Crocodile and Mihawk might think Buggy is heavily hurt. When he's not, but it warms Buggy's heart and makes Buggy flustered.

Sorry this one came before the other two I have. I wanted to get this out first. Because I really don't like Rape fics at all and barely read them

#May I ask from people refraining from asking about Raping things to me plz | It makes me feel sick to the stomach 😞🤢😞#one piece #cross guild #buggy pirates #buggy the clown #dracule mihawk #sir crocodie #buggy the star clown #buggy the bombastic clown #mr. O #hawkeye mihawk #buggy the genius jester #crocodile x buggy x mihawk #crocbug #hawkbug #buggy the flashy fool #captain buggy #ideas~4~stories says #ask

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kelin-is-writing · 1 year

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some reverse comfort before i fall asleep lol

dabi has a lot of nightmares and he's terrified of you finding out so he avoids sleeping at your place for a very long time

once you manage to convince him tho he'll try so hard to stay awake all night long and in case he does fall asleep and have a nightmare he'll try his hardest to not wake you up and he might even move to the couch if it was a rly bad one :')

you find out at some point ofc and dabi feels so weak and childish for being so affected by his dreams. he's very caught off guard when you don't judge him but proceed to comfort him instead.

the way you hold him after he wakes up with bloody tears slowly rolling down his cheeks once again quickly becomes his favourite thing 🥺

he would never admit it but he kinda looks forward to having nightmares now bc it means you'll hold him for the rest of the night and run your fingers through his hair while mumbling reassuring words and reminding him of how much you love him :3

- 🥛

NO NO NO BECAUSE— imagine dabi nodding off but then jumps awake cursing himself for nearly falling asleep with you beside him, he pinches the bridge of his nose shaking his head while reminding himself to stay awake.

the last thing he wants is to show you an uncool and weak side of him, this boy wants you to know only the badass side of him.

at some point though you did find out about this little detail and while it would be just fair to accept him not wanting to open up with you yet, it made you sad that he had to restrain himself out of fear that you would be bothered by his awful past that still haunts him.

“you know, if you want to sleep go ahead, i don’t mind.”, you tell him testing the waters to see what his answer will be and how you’re gonna proceed then “i’m not that sleepy, i want to spend more time with you princess.”, liar. he has been yawning since he came an half hour ago, it’s so obvious he’s tired and you were happy dabi wanted to spend time with you, but his health was way more important right now.

which is why sighing heavily you surrounded his neck with one arm, then resting an hand on its side you pulled him down to place his head onto your lap “we’ll spend plenty of time together when you'll wake up, now sleep.”, he widened his eyes blinking a few times before trying to lift himself up, but you forced him down once again glaring at him with pursed lip. dabi knows you wanted to look menacing, but he couldn’t help finding you adorable instead.

the villain was truly so thankful you wanted to help him, but this wasn’t bound to end well and shit– despite him trying so hard not to fall asleep, he felt so damn comfortable and relaxed with his head on your legs while you pet him so gently, like he’s made of glass.

after he fell asleep, twenty minutes later, you felt dabi start shiver while gritting teethes suddenly; your eyes looked away from the book you were reading to glance down at him “t-the flames... i can’t– i can’t stop them...!”, you heard dabi mumble in his sleep as he started to tremble so much it seemed like an electric shock went through his whole body, what made you even more worried were the tears of blood streaming down his cheek as he was holding back from screaming at what he was dreaming.

whatever it was though you could see it wasn’t a nightmare like every other one, dabi is too deep into it to the point his body was almost convulsing as his pants became gasps, like he was struggling to breath and that simply broke your heart.

but as of now it was better to wake him up, leaving down the book, you gently rested one hand on his shoulder leaning down to his ear “dabi, baby...”, you said softly while caressing his upper arm tenderly, feeling relief wash all over you as his eyelashes fluttered briefly against your legs before he slowly opened his eyes still dazed.

after a second dabi noticed right away the blood stains on your shorts, he raised right away from his laid position, a bitter scowl on “fuck! sorry y/n, i–”, the villain got cut off by your sudden hug that left him speechless “it’s fine.” “princess–” “it’s okay to cry in front of me, don’t keep everything inside...”, he snorts closing his arms around your waist holding you tightly while burying his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply your scent that always managed to relax him whenever he had an hard time, just like your presence did “i’m fucking uncool though, and also tainting your shirt with blood...” “i can wash it, you know?! besides... you ain’t uncool just because you’re crying, you’ve suffered dabi and your feelings matter, more than anything else.”, his heart fluttered at hearing your words, just like that more blood started to stream long his cheeks as a broken sob left his lips, you felt tears build up in your eyeline blurring your sight as you started to slowly caress the back of his head “will you stop love me after this?”, he dared to ask with hoarse voice, never pulling back, too embarrassed to look at you and you noticed, that’s way you were the one to pull back, looking into his eyes “if anything, i’ll start love you even more now.”, you answered while cupping his cheeks and running your thumb across his cheekbone, scrunching your nose teasingly at your boyfriend who was left, once more, speechless by your honesty and genuine love for him.

dabi rested an hand on the back of your head, getting a confused look from you, before pulling you onto his chest and hugging you again; eyes wide staring in front of him as his cheeks slowly turned red and heart started hammer hard inside his ribcage.

maybe crying and having nightmares wasn’t as bad as he thought as long as you are by his side, cuddling him.

#kelin responds #answered #🥛#bnha angst #mha angst #dabi angst #touya todoroki angst #bnha x reader #mha x reader #dabi x reader #touya todoroki x reader #guys... when i tell you i've cried while writing this i'm fucking serious #just... like... listen– if dabi was ever to break out sobbing while i hug i wouldn't be able to refrain myself from sobbing too #it broke my heart only writing this because hear me out– he deserves the universe fr...#i love this man so fucking much i need him to always be happy or i'll be so damn upset 😭

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lilyrachelcassidy · 2 years

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Hi! How are you?

How about tommy shelby being in a marriage with a younger reader , who he often cheats with lizzie , the reader starts living life with parties , friends , shopping and affairs of her own , tommy falls for her but she always rejects his affections .

I never saw something like tjat and i tought it would be interesting

Thank you!

[Additional] summary: Five stages in which Y/N tried to make amends in her relationship with Tommy but failed miserably.

Word Count: 5.7k

Warnings: coarse language, cheating, mentions of alcohol and drugs, some graphics, ANGST (with happy ending my babes)

Distant

I. rancor

When he opened the front door to their house, midnight walloping on the wall clock, Y/N could immediately tell where Tommy had been. He soon walked into their bedroom, the place that had carried so many memories along with it, good memories actually, those of the time before their relationship had begun to deteriorate. Tommy would stain them now when he would dare to come back to her after the hours' bash, reeking of cigars and courtesans.

The one courtesan she had in particular on the mind - bloody Lizzy.

The envious, little bitch would do anything to demolish the beautiful bond Tommy and her shared, barging and creating a wall of interspace with the last cell of her bloody existence between the two of them. Y/N knew, at the same time, she wasn't barking up the wrong tree and her assumptions about Lizzy were indeed correct; her nostrils could detect a cheap, rancid scent of Lizzy's perfume from miles. And when Tommy would come up late at night, the same scent was invasively clinging to his body, the smell almost smothering for Y/N.

"Are you asleep?" asked Tommy, innocently, as if he had just returned from something that lacked culpability that he was actually dealing with. Taking off his garments, leaving only briefs on, he crawled over to her side of the bed. His breath was huffing down her neck, softly and gratifyingly, but the only thing Y/N could think about was that the mere hours before, it was at somebody else’s neck.

Or other parts of the body Y/N wouldn’t like to think about.

“No, not yet,” she replied, deceptively faking a sweet tone. “Where have you been for such a long time?”

His body tensed marginally, something most people wouldn’t have noticed but a flinch that had become indicative for Y/N within three years. Maybe Tommy could be an excellent master of counterfeiting emotions but his body signs would divulge the truth, guilt stiffening his movements in the slightest.

“Have been off to work with Arthur. Had to deal with Solomons’ people.” He was forging himself under a duvet with her now, one of his arms coiling around her waist.

Y/N’s heart sank; maybe a naive part of her still believed that he wouldn’t lie. “Oh, okay.”

“What have you been up to today?”

And then she told him about the hard way she had tried to busy herself in the vast, barren mansion: she had written some bits for the new novel she had been working on for a couple of months; she had responded to some of his relatives from the extended family who had asked for urgent contact; she had quaffed enormous amounts of coffee while watching the enchanting landscape spreading before their house. She decided to omit the parts when she had felt so lonely, no friends nor family members caring enough to pay a visit, her only companion being Mary - their maid - who owned a rather stiff lip.

In utter earnest, she wished to run away some days, bolting like a stallion in the center of overwhelming grassland and never looking back.

“I was thinking,” Y/N took up again. “Maybe we could go to dinner tomorrow? A new restaurant has been recently opened - ‘L'Arpège’, it’s called. It’s French and I thought-”

“I can’t,” Tommy interrupted, his voice cold but guilty at the same time. “I have a meeting tomorrow... with some clients.”

“Oh...” Another surge of disappointment pierced through her. “May I come with you then?”

“You know, I’d love you to come. It’s just that...” He started fidgeting with words - an attempt to think up an excuse, Y/N realized quickly. “It’s a late-night meeting, Y/N, I just... wouldn’t want to drag you into that. There will be a lot of men, dangerous men. I just think it would be better if... you stayed out of it.”

‘So Lizzy could join you?’ Y/N thought to herself.

She really couldn’t determine what was boiling in her. Anger? Disappointment? She had been far over that emotional state of actually caring for his fabrications after the first time she had caught him cheating, sitting in the pub, his arms tangled around the woman she had learned to abhor.

From that time she had felt numb, indifferent to what he would say. So why, why would those little pangs of pain still sting her so badly, stripping her from the last remnants of dignity?

“I understand,” she said, her voice uncontrollably lower.

“I’m glad you do. So how about I arrange a horse ride for you tomorrow? I’m sure Curly would-”

“I’m okay, Tom. I’ll manage,” Y/N said quickly, butting in, somehow aggressively. But she didn’t pay too much mind to her outburst, really, as unconscious tears started brimming in her eyes. She couldn’t fall apart; not now, not before him. “Goodnight.”

“’Night.”

After a few hours, Y/N was still awake. Sulky tears already settled, their wet traces desiccating on her skin.

Irrepressibly, she wondered what it would be like to free herself from that agony.

Perhaps, there was the only way to find out.

II. replay (three month earlier)

Y/N was walking down the dim-lit, dungy alley making her way over to The Garrison pub, where Tommy was carrying some business meeting with Arthur and Polly.

She wished to make a surprise for Tommy with her arrival, mollifying his work time with her come-up. After all, he had been working so hard those recent days, returning to their home at bizarrely late hours, his face smudged with weariness and lethargy. Y/N pitied him, really, and had hoped to help him with swarms of paperwork; but he would never accept her offer, always explaining that he wouldn’t want to interlace her with his job.

And she understood.

His attitude towards her had changed too; he wouldn’t be that kind, considerate man she used to remember back in the days. Instead, he was pensive and aloof, and no longer would he try to make those little romantic gestures he used to in the beginnings of their relationship. Y/N didn’t blame him, however; she could tell that he was overworked and perhaps occupied with the assemblage of duties he had on his mind.

Nevertheless, that didn’t discourage her from trying to ease his time. She had a whole plan set in her head - promptly, she would get him out of the meeting, excusing his withdrawal with some urgent family case. Then, they would go over to the bank of the river - the place of their first meeting - and would sit at one of the close-by benches, the pale lantern light irradiating while they relished watching the river water glistening in the moonlight. They could munch on a couple of cookies, Tommy’s favorites, which Y/N had prepared especially for him...

Almost nearing the pub, Y/N sighed at the thought. She could already see the luminous lighting of the place, silhouettes casting shadows, contrasting against the dark streets of the gloomy area. The light sound of chatter and drunken jabber could be heard from that distance, livening the rest of the deadly neighborhood that was probably asleep.

Y/N was humming a song under her breath as she approached. A small smile was welcoming her face, the enthusiasm bustling within her. The cookies were pleasantly rattling in her purse as she stopped in her tracks, face to face with the pub window, and she looked in, attempting to spot Tommy in the middle of the teeming crowd.

She scanned the insides of the room: so many familiar faces she used to come upon so many times. They were all laughing and chanting, beer pints happily cradled in their hands, apparently enjoying their heedless time. Y/N’s gaze traveled further, slowly and carefully, over to a distant corner - Arthur was sitting there, laughing at something John had murmured into his ear, the contents of his pint dangerously rocking from one side to another; next to him were also Polly, guffawing, Finn, Ada, and...

Oh, what the fu-

Y/N’s heart spun at an unexpectedly fast pace and dropped into her stomach. Not sure whether she was seeing properly, Y/N pinched herself on the arm, checking if what was displaying just before her eyes was real - but indeed, Tommy was rested on one of the very seats of the mushy sofa. One of his arms was tightly wrapped around Lizzy, from what she knew his secretary, tugging her over to his side, their bodies menacingly close to one another.

For just a moment, Y/N thought - no, hoped - that perhaps she was hallucinating, her tiredness hazing the reality from her. Maybe she was overthinking that. Maybe it was just a friendly hug, Tommy’s drunken stupor rendering him more neglectful of holding his usual, cold composure towards the others.

But she was wrong, she realized, when Tommy leaned towards Lizzy, his grip tightening on her arm, eyes sparkling and warm. And he kissed her, passionately, not the way he would use to do that with Y/N now. His lips zealously landed on Lizzy’s, the hungry desire detectable in the action. Visibly, he was enjoying himself, and so was Lizzy whose hands were roving all over his body, eventually stopping at his head and playing with some random strands of his silky hair.

Y/N's heart was going a million miles an hour, and she suddenly felt it difficult to swallow. Her mouth went dry, and there was a lump of a fist size in her throat. Bitter tears quickly started accumulating in her eyes, and she swore she couldn’t breathe for a moment. All she wanted was to curl into a little ball on the swampy floor and lie there forever.

Instead, she just stared into the window, not taking in whatever she had just witnessed in front of her. The tears were streaming down her face, her eyes becoming puffy within seconds.

So he was cheating. For how long? And why?

Was it because of her? Had she done something wrong?

All of the thoughts gushed into her head like a flowing waterfall, and Y/N hated herself for having that much negativity garnered in her.

Clasping the hand on her mouth and preventing a nasty gasp from escaping from it, she turned away rapidly and ran away from the place. She was taking long strides, wishing to be back at home and able to writhe under a warm blanket, crying until the emotions were sucked out of her. Little was she aware of where she was heading as the tears fogged her vision, the flux of despair washing over her.

He had stopped caring.

He was indifferent towards hurting her, and so naively did she believe in his lies, vindicating him from his get-together with Lizzy.

She had trusted him. And now, she hated herself for being far too gullible.

III. rust

“You sure you wanna do this?” asked Isaiah, his fingers toying with the hem of Y/N’s skirt. His eyes were fully dilated in lust, and he was probably just asking as a matter of precaution, inspecting whether Y/N was actually serious about her quest and whether the revolt against his boss was worth it.

She nodded fervently. “Yes, I am.”

It was all about to begin - tit for tat Tommy had triggered her to do. Within months that had lacked intimacy and communication, Y/N had learned to become impassive. If he didn’t need her, nor did she need him.

“And Tommy won’t find out, yeah?” he asked.

She nodded, breathing deeply. “Certainly.”

At that, he tilted slightly and planted kisses all over her neck, his minty breath tickling the hair on her skin. “As you wish,” he whispered into her ear, his tone shoving a couple of steamy images in her head.

Y/N wasn’t sure if that was what she actually wanted. A part of her, the more moral one, told her warningly that whatever she was intending to do was not good and unfair towards her husband to whom she had sworn unconditional commitment. The other side, however, justified her motives; if he could act promiscuously, why couldn’t she? She really couldn’t decide how to feel.

In the meantime, Isaiah was just casting off his shirt and carefully unbuttoning Y/N’s blouse. He was in the midway of taking care of their clothes, clearly unbothered with keeping up loyalty to his boss. His lips, more chapped than Tommy’s, were all over her skin, igniting a great passion in every place he kissed. The soft moans were slipping from her lips while she laid underneath him, the pressure of his weight making her pleasantly warm.

When Y/N encountered Isaiah for the first time was during one of the Peaky Blinders’ gatherings that Tommy had called up in their house. Of course, one of the participants of it had been Lizzy too, though she had restrained from throwing herself at Tommy in Y/N’s presence.

But Y/N had noticed their sneaky glances from across the room and the fueling smirks on their lips. That was all confirmation Y/N had had to receive.

At that moment, she hadn’t been thinking clearly, plainly acting on her impulses - after the meeting, she had secretly grabbed Isaiah by the robes and hauled him to the guest room where they had made out until the air was sucked out of them. She hadn’t felt guilt nor shame, only a sweet taste of vengeance coursing through her body.

Today was their fourth get-together. Yet it was somehow different than the previous times - they had never crossed the level of carnality other than kissing and touching.

Blame was margining with her reasonable thinking and acutely reminding her that she could be so over that jealousy; she didn’t need to do that to herself in order to punish Tommy. At least for her, she did punish him in her mind.

‘But he cheated too,’ Y/N told herself. ‘So it’s an eye for an eye, basically.’

Isaiah’s mouth was on her belly now, a growl rumbling in his chest, and he was placing kisses all the way from her breasts to her abdomen, the intense want pooling in her lower parts. Y/N found herself reaching down to wrap her fingers in his black hair, gripping roughly and arching her back. The tension within her was unbearable.

His eyes flickered up to meet Y/N’s gaze once more, briefly, asking for the ultimate permission to take her tongs off. The breath was heaving in both of them, their chests falling and raising to the intermittent heartbeats.

“Do it. Please.”

IV. ravage

“Hello, love,” said Tommy, cheerfully, entering the threshold of the office where Y/N was currently working on her novel. A moss woolen sweater was enfolding her arms, gray sweatpants pulled on and strapped around her waist; the homy outfit she would wear only around the house and still manage to look absolutely glamorous. Her hair was twisted in a loose bun, the glasses sitting on the bridge of her nose with a seamless dose of sophistication.

She gave him a half-smile when he approached her, pecking her cheek, but didn’t tear her gaze away from the typewriter where a virtually written page was scurrying to the last dot. Her fingers were briskly flying from one button onto the next one, and when she was finished, she purred in gratification and riveted to her husband.

“Done?”

“Yes.” She stretched her arms above her head, smiling, whereas Tommy leaned on the verge of the desk. “A good day too?”

He nodded in response, a faint smile gracing his lips. “So I was thinking, maybe we should go to that restaurant you were talking about earlier,” he said, without preamble, his tone disclosing a certain assertion, not a hint of invitation Y/N wished for.

He wasn’t asking her out; he was informing her of his plans with her.

A lava slide of anger and resentment swept away her rationality. How the fuck could he kick her around like that, ill-treating her for a couple of weeks, and then deciding on what she should do after Lizzy had probably met up with her other client, consequently cock-blocking him? There was that particular self-assurance with which Tommy had told her, or ‘offered’ her, a dinner that had tossed her patience aside; she wasn’t his possession after all. And she wanted to make a fair point out of that.

Something in her expression apparently crumpled because Tommy was ogling her with interested eyes, a wary eyebrow raised in query. “What do you think of that?”

“Oh, so now you’re asking,” said Y/N in a huff.

He frowned. “What are you on about?”

Unsuccessfully thwarting herself from a word vomit, she stood up so that her face could level up with Tommy’s, her eyes raging. His, on the other hand, were confused and in no apparent cognition of the upcoming tantrum. “In the last weeks, you did nothing to acknowledge our relationship. To acknowledge me. All I did was try to go out with you, or do something together, whatever you wanted. But instead, you dismissed all of that. And I don't understand why it’s so bloody difficult for you to include me in your life.” She took a pause, eyes filming over with hands flinging all over the place. “And now you are inviting me - no - telling me, that you decided to finally find some spare time for me. Oh, how generous of you.”

“You know the company is giving me a hard time. I go the extra mile to make things work, and that’s your effing gratitude?” he said angrily, and now with a hint of indignation tainting in voice.

“Oh please, give me a break,” she snapped, even more furious and glaring. As never, or at least never in front of her, Tommy’s face was incandescent, and his jaw popping from all the heavy clenching. “I saw you with Lizzy back in the days, snogging back in the pub. Were you working then too?”

He blinked, thunderstruck, his mouth opening as if he wanted to say something but lacked words for that. The steely glare was locked on Y/N, perhaps transfixed with how he should respond to the crude truth he had no idea his wife had found out about. Ultimately, he pressed his lips together and took a step forward. “Perhaps if you weren’t so incongruous and childish, maybe I wouldn't need Lizzy for anything. And not behaving like a fuckin’ nun, Y/N.”

Ouch. It stung her.

Awfully, as though he had slapped her with full force.

Or maybe that would have hurt less.

Y/N took a step back, tears of rage and frustration trickling down her face. So there he was: pinning the responsibility of his infidelity on her, absolute dearth of shame for calling his wife out and, in lieu, defending his slip with the woman who had been mounting him for no other reason but money. She felt a dull ache in her chest, and her body stiffened. Evidently aware that he had crossed the line, his eyes changed back, the distinctive traces of regret in them. His arm lifted and, for a moment, attempted to take a hold of her hand as a form of placation. But she pushed him away, the spleen raising in her chest. “I’m going back to my parents’.”

“Y/N,” he began, strained, trying to get a hold of her but in vain. She just shook her head and retreated, doing her best to prevent herself from spilling any tears for him.

“Don’t fucking try to contact me. I’m gonna leave and... and-”

“Y/N.” His tone was pleading now, and so were his eyes. He tried to reach for her again but met with another compulsion of rebuff. “I’m so so-”

“Shut it!”

Without bothering to give him a second glance and afraid that he would see how much the conversation had shaken her, she turned on her heel and dashed out of the room. Not completely conscious of what she was doing, she headed to the wardrobe to fetch some of her belongings.

Tommy didn’t chase her, and mindfully so. She wasn’t able to face him right now after what he had told her; so, he had thought Lizzy better. In shade of the relationship, she hadn’t known that she had been razing.

Her shoulder stiffed at the thoughts in her mind, horror and moroseness coursing through her body.

If he really had enough of her, she won’t be a burden for him anymore. She will happily retreat.

V. recovery: a new start

It had been two months since Y/N had last heard from Tommy. Yes, against her plea not to, he had tried to contact her. And yes, he had arrived at her parents’ doorstep a dozen times. But her family was supportive of her and the resolutions she had made, accordingly dismissing Tommy from their house.

The fact was that Y/N reckoned living with her parents as a tad shaky and inconvenient - after all, she had to obey the prevailing rules they had in their household (which some Y/N had thought ridiculous for plentiful reasons). Their watchful and condescending remarks weren’t a charm either. At the same time, however, she felt like she finally unchained herself from the venomous aura of the Mansion she had inhabited a while ago; and it hadn’t felt like home to her anymore.

And so she enjoyed her old childhood room she had left behind years ago, chalk-white walls still reminding her of the times she had drawn at them with the crayons, to enlighten the area.

Y/N was laying face-down on the satin, pukey-pink sheets, a rumbling in her stomach reminding her that she hadn’t had any breakfast yet (although, it was already afternoon). Nose pressed to the pillow, she mentally braced herself for today’s plans - proffered by her father, they had to drop in at the Mansion to fix the rest of the clothing she had abandoned.

Obviously, it wasn’t a very pleasant thought to say at least; but if she wanted to move forward, perhaps start a new chapter of her life she close the preceding one. And she wanted to do both so badly.

The doors cracked while flinging wide open and Y/N’s mom walked into the room.

“Why aren’t you out of bed yet? Are you alright?”

“Yes, ma, don’t worry about that,” she said while staking out a sitting position. She covertly glanced over at her mom who was standing in the door frame, her attire absolutely irreproachable with a corsage, her face genuinely worried.

“Crying again, were you, Cherie?” Had she? Y/N hadn’t noticed before until now when her hand touched the tear-stained face. “We can talk about that if-“

“Ma, no, please. I’ve been over that,” she said, her lip subconsciously letting out a small tremble. “I…just don’t want to talk… about him.”

Mom’s eyes were sympathetic and her mouth was moving, but Y/N had muffled all the sounds coming from the peripherals with her torrent of thoughts. She had been through that so many times; Mom, usually at the end of the day, would attempt to approach the topic in many ways. Y/N would always deny it, however, deciding that it was still far too hurtful to discuss him.

As the three o’clock was rounding, Y/N was already sitting in the rear of the car with her father behind the wheel. They had barely exchanged any word throughout the entire journey as Y/N tried to deal with her volley of emotions - anxiousness, itching dejection, a jot of bitterness? She couldn’t decide, really. But she was keenly aware of a fist-size lump forming in her throat and a sharp ache expanding in her chest.

Before Y/N could notice, a stream of tears was freely rushing down her cheeks. She secretly tried to wipe them off but she knew that her father had caught sight of her emotional outburst in the rear-view mirror. Yet he made no comment to which Y/N was extremely thankful.

“Here we’re sweetheart,” said Father after another half an hour had slipped. Y/N shortly glanced out of the window - indeed, the stony, colossal walls of the mansion were spreading before their sight. Y/N had to quell an instantaneous urge to run away as she slowly, carefully reached for the handle and reluctantly stepped out of the car.

“I’ll be here, yeah? In case you need me.”The Father’s voice distinctly echoed in her ears but Y/N only heard that like through a haze. She merely sent him a grateful smile in response and silently received his form of succor.

‘It’ll all be gone in a few minutes,’ Y/N thought to herself, trudging towards the entrance of the Mansion. So many times had she passed that threshold, so many times had she walked that way. Was it all going to become nothing but a remote memory now?

Soon, she was heavily knocking on the door and was faced with her former maid’s smile who, with a hand gesture, was welcoming her and spurring her to come inside. After a moment of waver, Y/N finally gave in.

Strangely, she had expected the maid to show her a way to the bedroom because she didn’t belong there, not anymore; she was just trespassing like a mere guest did. But when the maid remained at the door, staring at her with a curious eye, Y/N understood the allusion - she was meant to go by herself.

And so she did.

Those stately oil paintings were still strewing the white walls and as Y/N plodded and plodded on through the high-celling halls. Her heels were almost stridently clicking on the floor, contrasting with the prevailing silence and her heavy breathing. Y/N did her best to focus on something else, anything else that could render her less nervous for the upcoming; she decided on counting.

One, two, three. One, two three...

In the next instant, she was standing in front of the mahogany door of the bedroom. It wasn’t going to be easy, she knew as much. Even if indifferent throughout their relationship, Thomas Shelby was a man of honor after all, and Y/N, certain in her conviction, was sure that he was waiting just behind that very door.

She waited a few more jiffs, bracing herself mentally, before finally swinging the door ajar and instantly beholding him, settled on the edge of the bed, and staring blankly at the brim of the glass he was tightly clutching in his hand. As soon as he heard her, however, his head snapped in her direction and Y/N quickly noticed the bloodshot whites of his eyes mixed with the steeliness of his orbs.

Per usual, top-notch elegance was radiating from him, his fossil-gray suit in an intact state and hair precisely sleeked to the back of his head. He had changed, however; he had become gaunt, so gaunt actually that Y/N could practically make out an outline of his ribs through a thin layer of his white shirt; the bags under his eyes, dark and cavernous, were giving the definite reminder of how much of a good night sleep he had missed out on; the wrinkles on his forehead marginally deepened, giving him an older appearance of what Y/N actually knew to be a true one...

It wasn’t the same Tommy Y/N had memorized the last time. Now he looked positively ghastly and it required a great composure of Y/N from quelling a gasp.

“Y/N,” said Tommy in a hoarse voice. Hadn’t she been a short distance from him, she wouldn’t have heard him at all. He scrambled to his feet at once, never tearing his gaze away from her figure as if in the trance. “Could we talk?”

Y/N wavered. Perhaps if he didn’t look as desperate and if she wasn’t so worried (yes! worried!) by his utterly unhealthy appearance, she probably would have rebuffed. But in lieu, she merely nodded and trotted to the chair opposite the bed.

Sensing a thick air between the two of them, Tommy got up and poured himself an ample slug of whiskey, and after a moment’s consideration, he also asked Y/N to which she declined. He took a few gulps before finally looking at Y/N again.

“I’ve missed you,” he croaked finally, which Y/N knew cost him a great deal since it was particularly hard for Tommy to speak of his emotions. The fingers of his free hand were fidgeting slightly on his knee as Y/N glanced up at him, streaked with utter astonishment. She wanted, so badly, to tell herself that his words didn’t matter anymore, nothing anymore did but it would have been a fat lie. She knew for that fact because it was suddenly extremely hard for her to swallow.

“Er-” She started looking around the room, busing herself with something, deliberately not gazing in his direction. “I’ve come to pick up the rest of my things, Tommy. If you want to atone for anything, I think it’s a little too late now.”

Even Y/N surprised herself that she had managed such a cold, collected tone; in fact, it was the opposite of what she was right now - jittery and emotional.

“Y/N-”

“Please, don’t” She chimed in before Tommy could say anything again. “I don’t want to explain anything. You... you hurt me, Tommy.” It was difficult for her to carry that out loud but when she ultimately did, she felt a thunderbolt of plunging emotions on her chest; and then, the tears began accumulating uncontrollably in her eyes. Quickly, she turned her face to the side, trying to conceal her waterworks, though unnecessarily so.

An uncomfortable grunt issued from Tommy’s throat and he took the next quaff from the glass, waiting for her to get a hold of herself. He had always been massively fazed when girls cried in his presence, even give it his wife of three years. Never had he understood why anyone would display their lack of self-possession in such an ostentatious way.

“Sorry,” said Y/N finally, wiping the residue of her tears with a hand. She sniffed a little, her eyes puffy, and Tommy offered her a silky handkerchief which she gladly accepted.

“That's alright,” said Tommy, giving her a final look of what he hoped was sympathy. “But please, let me just say one thing. Before, you know...”

‘-decide to leave you,” Y/N ended the sentence in her head. The mere prospect of abandoning him now, even though she had deliberated that for long days in her parents' room, was suddenly very suffocating.

With a final sniff, still keeping her gaze downcast, she nodded. After all, even though he had mauled her massively, as much as she could do in a final commemoration of their relationship.

“I’ve never intended on making you feel inferior, Y/N,” admitted Tommy, a flint of guilt flickering in his eyes, his fingers starting to draw nervous patterns on his knee again. As for someone who had always kept themself still, he seemed exceptionally vulnerable right now. “Lizzy - that was a mistake. She was a fuckin’ mistake. I... I...” His voice relatively faltered, and Y/N thought for a second that he might start crying. Thomas Shelby crying - the world was fucking weird. “All I want to say is that I’m sorry. God, if I could have turned back time, it all would have... been different. I don’t want you to fuckin’ leave, Y/N. Those past few months made that excruciatingly lucid to me.”

It was one of those moments in Y/N’s life when she didn’t know what she ought to say or even ought to feel. There was seething anger and hiccuping sadness simmering in the pit of her stomach, her head pounding loudly from all the aggregation of conflicting emotions; but there was a certain self-satisfaction raising within her - it was what she had wanted from the very beginning, making him entreat her for forgiveness, implore to stay.

“Tommy,” Y/N said heavily, her entire body tingling. “You know, I can’t do that.”

And then she looked at him again, his eyes conveying a magnetic force. They were staring at each other for some time, the desperation between the two aloft. It was all as if they were strangers to each other anew.

“Please, let me... make amends for that.”

“Tommy-”

“And I don’t mean that you have to move in with me instantly, tough as much as I’d like that. But... have dinner with me. Tomorrow night. No strings attached, just a casual dinner. In the restaurant that you wanted to visit - ‘L'Arpège’.”

“You... you remembered? After all that time?” Y/N took a dramatic pause there, her brows knitted together and almost pressing into one line. That sudden fact clouted her with a startling force.

“I haven’t been entirely ignorant towards you, Y/N. Some part of me... always looked out for you, you know. Though a better part of me was still a jerk,” he snickered and, not quite able to suppress it, so did his interlocutor. Until just now, she hadn’t been aware of how much she had missed that smile. “So what do you say?”

She noticed how his eyes swiveled with tendrils of hopefulness, how his fingers nervously anticipated her contemplated answer. Rationality, which she was utterly bereft of at that very moment, would have told her to say no; give a wide berth from that shit show. But a piece of her yet girlish tempt to discover that new Tommy who was opening himself in front of her eyes, something he had never done before, would be forcing its way to make things work.

At least, try to put them back in their rough maquette.

Y/N sighed, before bestowing him with a coy smile. “I guess, I can find some time.”

Through fucking thick and thin.

XOXOXOXOX

A/N: my dear sweet sweet anon. hi! i’m fine, thank you. foremost, let me just express my utter self-deprecation, seeing as you have sent that request a long time ago and i’m posting it just now. the work load has plunged on me since the beginning of September and I literally dropped my face off the earth for a couple of weeks. but i hope you understand.

the fic wasn’t entirely as i planned that out because a) it was supposed to be shorter, b) because I'm still lacking some twists that would have made the work even longer. so I reluctantly abstained.

ofc, I always love hearing and talking to y’all, so chat with me, request, ask me the most embarrassing questions in the comment section. whatever. and may i remind you - spooktober?! are we going to do something about that!? (a small hint: yes, we are going to either hold a little event or be graced - somehow - with another chapter of my WIPs). Lovvvvveveeee y’all xoxo

#Tommy shelby x reader #thomas shelby fanfic #thomas shelby #thomas shelby x reader #Tommy shelby #tommy shelby x you #tommy shelby x y/n #thomas shelby x y/n #thomas shelby x you #peaky blinder #lizzie!!!#grr.... i never liked that... woman #plus me trying to refrain myself from using too many expletives which i did anyway #lol

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loulblue · 3 months

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Danny has constellations in his eyes. he's not human anymore. He's something more.

He's cold to the touch, ice in his bones, his heart doesn't quite beat anymore.

Duke, his eyes reflect in the light, he like a shadow out the corner of your eye, its hard for people to look at him head on.

Finding each other on a rooftop. Danny's listening to music from his phone. Signal drops by to see why this dude is sat on a roof rop just before the end of his shift, watxhing the sunset.

The song changes, and danny smiles at duke, fangs and all. "wanna dance sunlight?"

Danny knows hes a bat but this guy has the brightest feelings hes ever felt. being near him feels like basking in the sun.

Duke sees the stars in dannys eyes, he looks at him head on with no hesitation. thats hard to come by anymore civilians havent met his eyes since his powers fully came in. Danny feels like the vast expanse of space. breathtaking and vast, contained into one infinitesimal body.

Duke holds out his hand. dannys small smile turns into a wide grin displaying just how not human danny is.

Duke feels like hes gazing upon thousands of stars. He feels small, but seen, the chill is a comfort that feels right.

Danny feels like hes found someone that could be the sun, duke's small smile as he grabs danny hand growing wide and warm as danny pulls him into a spin, joy lit up by the golden sunset.

(will be expanded on)

#dp x dc #have a ficlet. def didnt delete this #i will expand on this i promise #its maling me feel emotions #eldrich danny fenton #eldrich duke thomas #when youre texhnically a mosnter in human skin and you find someone who sees you for the vast expanse you Are and doesnt look away.#:D #idk whether to main tag duke and danny so i will refrain #Spotify #half-light

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surelysilly · 1 month

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oh i am so unwell i just want to update once a week so very badly

hey m b wats up Such a casual and unbothered response to Dick’s mounting panic — he nearly threw the phone down a storm drain right outside his own apartment.

#silly phonetic #litu au #dpxdc #dp x dc #ohhh i wanna update this friday sooooo baaaad #i shall refrain and just update at two weeks again... next friday my beloved #s i g h what even is self discipline #silly snips

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aurorasandsad-prose · 4 months

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One of my biggest pet peeves is this trend where people would put a caption like "The feminism leaving my body when....." and the video would be a thirstrap or even just a really good fancam of their favourite artists.

I'm sorry but since when is being attracted to a person (mostly a man) seen as a lack of feminism? The only possible explanation is that the op doesn't really understand the phrase and that's even more annoying because you could have just complemented your favourite artists and honestly that's the only correct way to support your favourites.

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ishgard · 2 months

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Thoughts been swirling around today about Kira/Aphrodite and her relationship with Lahabrea. (～￣▽￣)～

So I'm gonna slap 'em down to keep track of later or else they'll get lost in the brain sauce. Still a WIP though. (This is also an excuse to use my old OG Lahabrea face from ARR-era. - w -)

Gist is Aphrodite and Hephaestus go way back and were lovers for a time, until their duties as Lahabrea and Azem began to put more distance between them and then... well, Lahabrea met Athena.

I think even before that point they had a somewhat more open relationship, because Aphrodite also had an on-again, off-again, 'it's complicated' relationship with Ares (Zenos), I just haven't figured the exact time frame of it all yet and if any of it 'clashes'.

But regardless, he broke things off with her, much to his later regret, lol. I imagine she had some strong opinions about it/had a bad vibe from Athena, but couldn't say much or else she'd come across as the jealous ex. :''D (And in light of the Igeyorhm was his cousin thing, I chuckle to imagine her scolding him over something similar, too.)

As for how things might have panned out in post-Athena years, I'm less clear on yet. :|a

Fast forward to modern times though, and Kira is the adopted daughter of a Garlean noble (who he ultimately uses to spy, seduce, and get information from others with). She has no idea Emperor Solus is even aware of her existence, really, but he is very much aware of Azem's soul shard moving around close to him.

I'm not sure yet if he purposefully invited Lahabrea because he thought something along the lines of: 'Okay, this guy is burning the candle at both ends, maybe if he meets "Azem" it'll ground him a little' - or if it was less pointed than that. Or if it was just a pure happenstance meeting.

But either way they did meet, and proceeded to have a whirlwind Very Complicated romance (more on that later I think) that will lead to Very Complicated outcomes once she's WoLing it up. ^^;

#mine #kira aislene #lahabrea #azem: aphrodite #ship: an old refrain #crow's lorebook #wol x lahabrea #azem x lahabrea #i'm also debating hephaestus and ares being brothers lmao for extra 'that's kinda fucked up' points and lol -points at real mythology-#but i think they'd be far-ish apart in age and not very close if i did 🤔

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inkyfamily · 11 months

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❛ alright, who am i beating up? ❜ from Dark to Tabby (@lil-artist-blog-fandoms-ocs )

Tabby was leaning against the wall after a particularly rough patrol. He didn't know what had brought the angel and her wolf down to the lower levels when they hadn't ventured this far down before, but he'd wound up stabbed in the shoulder because of it. It had been bleeding ink at first, but with some help it had been bandaged up and would heal. Unfortunately, it meant that Tabby would need to take a break from patrolling the studio for a while. He hadn't wanted to, especially since it would have left Papa to patrol by himself, but Mattie had offered to go in his place.

"The a-a-angel with a wolf," he mumbled, knowing that he wouldn't be able to keep anything from Dark even if he wanted to. "But you're..." he winced slightly before continuing, "You're n-n-not going out hunting for the-e-em. They're too d-d-dangerous for you to handle al-l-lone."

#ic: secrets that I keep from showing #ask #bendy-the-little-trouble-ask #Gentle Refrains: Dark #Black Cat: Tabby x Dark

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