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azulsluver · 10 months

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I just binge read your bully au for twst and OMG! What if MC ends up cracking, going numb to protect themselves. They still do as told, but they have sky eyes, no emotion. Who would keep pushing to see them fully break, or who would just dump them like trash!?! Hell, who would enjoy them losing the fight in them!

tw: yandere, bully!characters, blood mention, unhealthy relationships/behavior, victim blaming.

Disclaimer, you don’t actually want this n stay safe from people like this!

Continue tormenting for fun:

Leona

Doesn't take you seriously. That's it? You're giving up already, gosh you really can't do anything by yourself...Leona is less than disappointed, in fact he knew good things would come to an end. But you still serve some purpose to him, Leona can't find himself to throw away his favorite toy, some things are just meant worth keeping. Even when broken and used.

Sebek

I don't think he'd catch on very quick, how you follow his instructions yet when the heel of his boot hits your back you make no sound of pain. Sebek should've known humans were too weak to handle his training, being pushed a little really got you that gone? This will only give Sebek the advantage to harm you further, he likes taking his frustration out on you without you screaming.

Lilia

You lasted longer than the others, and he'll applause you for that. Lilia doesn't necessarily hate this new you, embracing it but continues to see just exactly how far you can go. You're only in a shell, and he's not dumb, Lilia will stare longingly into your hollowed orbs, there is still a hint of you. Hiding away from him, Lilia is only fueled to either have you brain dead or back.

Rook

You're absolutely divine, he'll say as he wipes the trickling blood on your lips. You can't fool Rook with those dead-beat eyes, in fact this new look is beautiful. Rook craves for more of this expression you possess, he's seen you smile and cry, he wants to unravel more until you actually break. Rook has done some research on how the human mind can shut down when pushed into pressure, the thought of your alive yet corpse like body not instructing as told, he knows you're still in there.

Jamil

Jamil is conflicted with himself, you're alive but not yourself. A part of him enjoys the fact you won't refuse his affections. But did he really want this? Don't get this the wrong way, Jamil still prefers to beat you into submission, a sick part of him loves you so much yet he can't reciprocate his feelings to you. Understanding that this new you, will help ease his overwhelming emotions, he doesn't need to pretend anymore. Your clouded eyes are what he loves best.

Vil

Recents posts of him explain that Vil absolutely needs you just to take his anger out on. He’s in love with you no doubt, but embarrassment shames him from normally communicating with you. So even if you were emotionless he’d find some use, because he can’t get rid of you no matter how badly beaten your skin is. It’s you, and he’ll have no other person.

Epel

Didn’t know how to react at first. Epel kicks you a couple of times to see how you’d react. I think he because you aren’t responding to any of his criticisms does he ponder. He’s smitten with you, creating a fake narrative on his behavior that what he’s doing is ok, when he’s well aware it isn’t. Keeps you around because your nice to relieve stress from, doesn’t mind if you aren’t screaming and crying.

Toss them away (but he'll start thinking about you then wants you back eventually):

Jade

What a shame...he knew it was a bad idea to share with Floyd. You broke so easily, so fast, just when things were getting good. What good of an experiment if they give the same reaction, you aren't screaming as much as he expected. And the worse part is you listen to exactly what he asks for, there is no hesitation or breaking down to crying, you really are willing to cut off your hand? How boring.

Floyd

Frustrated, acts as if he didn't expected this to happen. Floyd is throwing a huge tantrum once he finds out you don't kick or scream at him. He misses the terror in your eyes when he asks you a question of such, now you're giving him a blank look! Not safe to say, if Azul or Jade wasn't there, you would've been dead for good, Floyd can't handle the fact his shrimpy is lame now. Out of pure anger, he would let his feelings get the best of him.

Kalim

At first he wouldn't notice your change of behavior. But that spark in you is gone now, Kalim doesn't want broken things. You were fun to play with, because he usually got high off the power he held over you, his stress toy won't even give him a proper bark. I mean you do bark, just not with enough enthusiasm. Like a fussing child, Kalim would have you thrown out, until he starts to miss having you beside his feet....

Cater

Makes the saddest noise when he notices how little you react to his touches. Slaps your cheeks a couple of times to make sure. Dramatically mourns over your past self before rudely telling you how you weren’t gonna last long with him either way. It’s been a nice ride with you he says, leaving with a kiss on the forehead. It’s cruel but depressing, because on his end he’s up at night staring at the photos of your more lively self. He misses those terrified eyes..

Enjoys the new MC and somewhat stops:

Riddle

The fire within you finally died, no more to fuel to feed. Just burnt ashes laying pitifully on the floor, grimy and unusual. Riddle is relived, he had proved a point to himself. All of his hard work to make you into the perfect person, docile and understanding. Riddle now has no reason to push you, you're at your fullest degree. You do as told, and no one gets hurt, physically and emotionally. (he's just like his mom frfr)

Ace

At a sense of peace. Once Ace understands that you are no longer you but a fragment he's thrilled. His mean names slowly die down, much more softer and cheesy when talking to you. If you're still there, disgusted or not he'd lay his head on your shoulder and mumble to you how much of a coward he was to confess. But all went well, the paranoia of you rejecting him gone. I mean what else can a lifeless you do?

Deuce

Has no other reason to bully you. You’re doing things just as he wanted and he couldn’t be happier. Like Ace he was paranoid of your rejection. But you don’t stray away from his rough hands massaging your cheek, kisses that bruise your lips. It’s heaven for him, he wouldn’t trade it for anything else.

Malleus

He didn’t think you’d break so fast. Malleus barely lays a hand on you yet his words cut deep. Perhaps you finally learned your place, all that hard work and learning how to court a single-minded human like you payed off. You won’t have to face the wrath of his verbal abuse because he’s nothing but sweet to you. You look lovely no matter how bad it gets.

Ruggie

Ruggie didn’t go extreme measures to hurt you that bad. Maybe he got to you before the others could take advantage of your newfound persona. Like he always do, Ruggie takes care of things. By things he means you. Sure you’re practically not yourself anymore but it’s still you in some shape and form. His words won’t mean nothing to damage you, so now you’ll be taken under his care. Best person to be with in this situation.

Idia

Shitty attitude stopped so quick. Was leaning more to tossing you away but Idia gets attached quickly. He would never admit but you’re his favorite pastime everything, he can’t ditch you. So eventually all of his bullying stop because there is nothing to get a reaction from. Much more calmer and talkative around you. It’s nice knowing you aren’t actively judging him as he talks, no cover ups to be douche.

Jack

Once the numbers of people targeting you goes down does he step in. Jack is worried, genuinely. I think reader being emotionless snaps something inside of him, does he claim to protect you fully and run away from everyone else. His guilt that you turned out this way eats him, but he downs it out by telling himself you brought too much attention now he must clean the mess up.

Silver

There is a good case scenario if Malleus wasn’t so attached to you and Sebek left you alone!! Lilia can see how devastated Silver is once he finds out your condition. You’re almost lifeless, Lilia let’s Silver care for you because he finally found the guts to ask. Silver tends to your needs, all those years of standing from afar and watching you get hurt somewhat paid off. You’re dependent on him and he doesn’t wanna admit how good it feels.

Trey

Settles down like some retired man. He’s happy you found peace and stop causing trouble. You’ll be in his full care now, sure he’ll have his usual sadistic tendencies but it’s much more tame and softer. He doesn’t mind however if you come back to him all bruised and sore, he will feed and clothe you back to health. Over and over again. At least he stops his bullying behavior for a while.

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scalingsvt8thusiast · 1 month

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Skin-Deep Chapter 4

summary: The one where you fall for Seungcheol amongst all the protests and insecurities. The one where you don't know that he's fallen for you too.

a/n: I ended up listening to Love Wins All by IU on repeat to make myself sad for this chapter. I'm generally quite a happy person so I had to somehow dig into the feelings from sadder times. Sorry if it doesn't feel real/deep/sad enough. I tried D:

“Hi Beautiful,” A voice you knew all too well. You ignored him and kept walking.

“Pretty?” He was persistent you’ll give him that. You continued walking, picking up the pace.

“Baby? I know you can hear me.” He said, “Please slow down, you’re going to hurt yourself.”

With that you faltered, curse your weak heart! You found your path being blocked by Seungcheol so you really had no choice but to stop.

“Hey,” Seungcheol said, you looked away, turning your head away when he made an effort to be face to face with you.

“What do you want, Seungcheol?” You sounded frustrated and your grip around your bag tightened, not knowing where else to put your hands. Your eyes still not meeting his.

“You’ve been avoiding me.”

After that day with Mingyu, you couldn’t deal with your feelings. When Mingyu dropped you off, you reassured him that you were fine, not missing that look of disbelief on his face. Once you reached the safety of your dorm room, you collapsed. You sat with your back against your front door and knees drawn to your chest, unmoving for hours. You felt nothing but an overwhelming sense of sorrow.

It hurts to know you would never have a chance but you miscalculated how much it would actually hurt to see him with someone else.

When you finally willed yourself to get up, you decided to do yourself a favour and avoid Seungcheol. You were hoping that if he didn’t see you long enough, he would get bored and find someone else’s feelings to play around with.

You had successfully avoided him for a few days, even changing your usual route home and leaving uni at odd hours. Today you weren’t so lucky.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You said, keeping your voice as devoid of emotion as possible. Seungcheol’s eyebrows furrowed as he ran his hands through his hair.

“Did I do something?” He said.

You debated for a moment, talk to him now or say nothing?

Obviously you were a coward, “No, I’ve seriously just been busy.”

You could feel him boring holes into your head. If you looked at him now, you knew the resolve you built would come crumbling down in a matter of seconds.

“Come on, baby. Tell me what did I do?” He placed his hands on your sides, tilting his head to meet your eyes.

At the feeling of his arms and the sound of his gentle voice, you felt yourself falling apart.

“I can’t do this anymore.” Your voice came out barely a whisper, eyes focusing on the cobblestone at your feet.

“What can’t you do?” He said, genuinely lost.

He had finally caught you after searching the campus for days. He even resorted to camping outside your dorm in one of his less extravagant cars to catch a glimpse of you, like a creep. When he finally found you, you didn’t look happy. You would normally give him one of your sweet smiles that made him lose control of his legs. You would look at him with those beautiful eyes that caused his respiratory muscles to spasm. You would laugh when he cracked a joke and he decided that all the best musicians in the world had nothing over your laughter.

“I can’t let you keep playing with me like this.” You said, trying to swallow the growing lump in your throat. Feeling wet streaks running down your cheeks, you cursed. You did not want to cry in front of him.

Seungcheol’s heart clenched, he had never seen you this way. He couldn’t bear to see you look so down and dejected.

“Baby, why-“

“Cheol,“ you cut him off, pushing his arms off you, not wanting him to touch you any longer. “Maybe we should stop talking.”

“What?” Seungcheol said, he was desperate now, desperate to not lose you. His hands searched for yours and pulled you into his chest. He held you tight against him.

“Baby, I’m sorry for whatever I did alright?” He was practically begging, “I promise I won’t do it again, please don’t say that.”

You were letting out soft sniffles and whimpers against his chest. He continued muttering soft apologies into your hair while rubbing your back. He could only hold you while patiently waiting for you to tell him what was wrong. He couldn’t suppress the small feeling of content as you chose to stay in his arms and not push him away, at least that meant he still had a chance. In a happier situation, he would have chosen to stay like that forever.

“I’ll get on my knees if you want me too, just please tell me what did I do?” He tried again, pulling away to face you.

“Cheol, I like you.” You said in between sniffles, you kept your eyes trained on his chest, not daring to look at him. “I like you a lot and that’s on me. I know you don’t feel the same way about me. I do. So let’s just not- “

“Who said that I don’t feel the same way?”

Shocked by his reply, your head snapped up so fast you swear you almost gave yourself whiplash. This was the first time you looked at him in the past few days, he looked exhausted, his eye bags were deep and his face paler than usual.

“There’s my beautiful girl.” He said, bringing his hand up to touch your cheek, his eyes not leaving yours. Your eyes wide as you watch him, looking for any signs of humour in his face, thinking he was just saying it to make you feel better.

“I like you too.” He stated. He said it like it was so obvious that everybody knew. He said it as if it was the only thing he knew. “In fact, I probably like you more than you like me.”

His eyes crinkled when he gave you a small smile. You were still too shocked to process what he was saying.

“Baby, are you still with me?” He was concerned that you still weren’t answering him. You two hadn’t even started dating yet, he couldn’t have broken you when he had just told you about his feelings.

“I-,” You stuttered, “I-sorry, I don't know what to say.”

“You don't have to say anything.”

One of his hands had found its way to the back of your head. He pulled your face closer to his until you could feel his breath on your lips. His eyes darting between your eyes and your lips.

“Is this alright?” He sounded timid, unsure.

A smile formed on your face. “Of course.”

His lips came down onto yours and it was like a million fireworks erupted within you. He kissed you slowly, taking his time with you. It wasn’t rushed or bruising like the ones you'd read about in romance novels. It was a hundred times better.

His free arm dropped to wrap around your waist, pulling you impossibly closer to him. Your own arms finding solace around his neck, pushing your fingers into his hair. You let out sighs of content and he drank it all up.

Your lips were so soft, softest thing Seungcheol had ever felt. He knew once he got to taste you, he would immediately be addicted. He wanted to do so many more things to you but he would take what you’d allow. If that meant just kisses for the rest of his life, he would die happy.

When you finally pulled away, he chased your lips.

“Cheol, we’re in public.” You said, giggling as you playfully smacked him on the chest.

“That hasn’t stopped me before, baby.” He wiggled his eyebrows playfully and leaned in for another kiss.

You placed a hand on his cheek and pushed his face away. He whined and pouted.

“Will you let me take you out, princess?” He said, bringing his nose to yours. His beautiful brown eyes staring into yours. You blushed, feeling shy even though you two had just made out.

“Depends on where we’re going.” You replied.

“Don’t worry your pretty head about that, I’ve had the reservation down since the day I met you.”

a/n2: hope you enjoyed reading so far! Again, I don't really think I did a good job on this chapter so let me know if you have anything to say about how i could improve :D

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susvale · 3 months

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M.I.A. Homelander X Reader X Steve Roger

Title: Missing In action

Pairings: Homelander X Reader, Steve Rogers X Reader, Dark Steve x Reader, Dark Homelander x reader [Crossover]

Summary: You were an avenger, one of the more magic ones. People called your name in excitement and felt safe being around you, then thanos happened… when you weren’t snapped and after a police call you were somewhere else. Now all you know is there is a man with a cap calling himself Homelander calling himself “Americas Hero” and the world is different… is it isn’t so bad though.

I made this is 2022, It’s been sitting in my drafts for that long… so yeah!

[Part One] -> [Part Two]

It was overwhelming at times. Cameras in your face after a mission were you were left battered and bruised, nevertheless you smiled, you gave a proud smile to the reporters reporting. They had risked things coming here did it make your job harder, yes, the helicopters flying around while you try and fly. It added pressure to keep people in the air safe. At least you weren’t Steve, they made him do dumb shit, like that time he was in a Detention video spouting nonesense. You job was only to keep people safe. People may offer you movie rolls but you always decline, you weren’t an actor your a hero. Even if declining meant buying an okay-ish apartment with a broken Landry machine. You weren’t a millionaire, just a lady with the power to say “bang” and a mans head would explode if you wanted to. Even then, you had the option to live in Tony’s tower. Maybe then some random wouldn’t show up ever week looking to kill you. A sigh left your lips as you looked down at the TV, Thanos killed half the population and vanished. That is what’s in the News again. Men lost daughters, mothers lost sons but everybody lost someone. Even so it still stung he wouldn’t pick up your calls, you wanted to shout at him ‘your not dead yet and neither am I! stop ignoring me before one of those things change!’ Missions still came in, unsteady but they did come in.

“Maybe I should get a real job, part time.” You mumbled to yourself while you stared at the TV. Everyone you ever knew had distanced themselves or been snapped, maybe getting out would be good… people have been starting to expect that this is life, ‘maybe thanos was right my gym has been less crowded lately!’ Kinda people, jokes that might not be jokes anymore.

You still think about it, maybe he was right. It was horrible, you know. So many people lost and yet you didn’t lose anyone significant, Bucky of course but you were only just starting to get to know him… Steve maybe but you could still see him, feel him breathe, he didn’t get snapped. He was just distance, like he wished he did get snapped…

Witch hurt…

You didn’t have a family, friends outside of the avengers, hell you never had a boyfriend before Steve. How could you? Caged and trained like a dog, feed needles and pills like food. Given faces and names to quietly kill, you never had your own name till the avengers… Y/N… it was a nice name though. you named yourself off the first person you ever killed, you didn’t know if they would ever have agreed but they were dead… so it didn’t matter.

Steve and therapy, You remembered. Keep breathing don’t think about it. Or maybe it was think about it regret is good? Your therapist had been snapped so it’s been a while. The police called you once in and while about cases. Maybe answering back wouldn’t suck? You were lonely and bored, nothing to do then unsteady mission that lacked any sort of life.

Grabbing your phone you called a man. He was your contact to the police, you could never remember titles or anything like that but he was pretty high up.

“Thank god you called, you use to be so active I was starting to worry you got snapped too.” He joked, people cope with humor, you know that. Still, it irritated you that you and your friends put your life on the line and failed only to be joked about by people who didn’t know anything. Nevertheless, you gritted your teeth and held your tongue. “More and more people are disappearing. We think it may be an aftershock effect of some kind.”

“I doubt it.” You mumbled to yourself, he didn’t hear you and went on about the investigation. A group of people who agreed with Thanos’s ideals has been here and there, left and right. They think a select group talking it too far and hurting or making more people disappear. That sounded more likely, he told you about peoples corpses. Looked like they had been shot with high power lasers, or they’re heads have been smashed in. They had a certain person in custody, maybe if you worked with them you could find a way to undo the snap? That’s what the officer proposed anyway. You said your goodbyes and hung up the phone, you would be their for the interview is what you told them.

You should call Steve. This looked like such an important case, he had to know people were making more people disappear… it could lead to something. He would want to know.

So you did call him. He didn’t answer, instead you were greeted by the all so familiar call after the beep speech. It was nicer then actually speaking to him nowadays, though. “Heya, it’s Steve. Leave a uh… voicemail..? After the beep? Did I do that right?” You’d hear him call to someone in the background, “yeah, other then forgetting what a voicemail was called.” You heard your own distant voice greet you, “Steve you have to-“ you were the last thing you hear as the beep signalled the end of the recorded ‘can’t get to you’ message.

A sigh left you when you realized you’d have to speak now, “Hey Steve, the police called me and they have a case of more disappearing people. A group of Thanos supporters popped up making even more people disappear.” You paused, “I think it’s something you’ll be interested in, might lead to something, heh… listen, I miss you, it’s been so long since we’ve spoken. I… can’t…” your voice trailed off, you breathed in deciding not to do this over a call. “Anyway, call me when you get this. Can’t make it too long.”

That’s right. You couldn’t keep the police waiting… So you grabbed your bag and left. Off to the police station.“Hey, we put the suspect in the interrogation room.” The man spoke, he opened the door to a standard interrogation room. Blue walls, four barely cushioned chairs and a table in the middle closet to a wall. The suspect looked like a regular man. You frowned.

This all felt too… cultish? It made you uncomfortable, the look in his eye. He looked at you like you were a god among men.

#homelander #homelander x reader #steve rogers #captain america x Reader #cross over #avengers endgame #the avengers #the seven #the boys #marvel

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mushies-stories · 9 months

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My floral love -The ball

Tommy Shelby X FReader

part 1 (part 2)

Summary: Reader is one of Tommy's collogues daughters. she owns a flower shop in Birmingham and because she is unmarried and single her father(lovingly) likes to drag her to big events and parties to try and find her a man. everything is always made worse with just how shy she can be.

Rating: Fluff, for now muuwwahaha

Warming: none

Your father made sure to bring you to any event with eligible bachelors. Being a politician that was a lot. Being twenty-five and still being brought to parties and events in search of a husband by your father is overall embarrassing and you have tried many times to get out of it but only succeeded a handful of times.

This time was no different save for one detail, your father had a man in mind this time and he gave you a choice. Either talk to him on your own, at least try or he would stop Mr. Shelby on his way out and introduces you to him himself.

The options left you mortified for so many reasons. “Why can't I just not talk to him?” you argued, arms crossed as your father sat in his office.

He looked at you and chuckled. “Dear, I'm not telling you to marry him, just talk to him. Honestly I'm being fair by letting you do it yourself this time.” he joked. Your father was a good man, overwhelming but good. Both your older brother and sister already had babies so your parents weren’t aren't missing out on being grandparents. He just wanted you happy, not playing with flowers forever. You know he meant well and that's why it was always so hard to say no and why you almost always gave in.

You rolled your eyes and sighed softly. “Yes, fine.” you agreed.

Your father grinned with glee. “Perfect, a driver will pick you up at six.”

_______ Night of the party_______

The whole event was elegant, black tuxes and ball gowns, women wore gaudy jewelry and silk gloves. Black shoes shined brighter than the marble floor they stood on.

Only twenty minutes into the whole ordeal does your father point out a man, dark hair and light eyes, talking to an older gentleman who looked like he really shouldn’t be making governmental decisions anymore. “That's Thomas Shelby, why don't you make your way over?” your father suggested before winking and nudging you towards the man across the room.

As your fathers back turned from you to dive into some deep boring conversation with another guest you froze as you turned to the crowded space where Mr. Shelby stood.. Not ready to just walk right up to him, no you needed booz, just a drink. You slowly walked through the sea of people, scanning the room for a waiter and a tray. Finally spotting a waiter you weaved through people to meet his path. Quickly snatching a glass from the tray you spot an open space by the edge of the large room. Attempting to weave through people proved difficult when you were bumped from behind and spilt the red wine all over your soft purple dress.

“Oye, sorry doll!” a gruff voice boomed from behind you, turning a few heads around to look at the commotion. You turned and saw that the man was clearly drunk, or something. His hair that looked like it should be perfectly slicked back was slightly disheveled. He looked down at your dress and embarrassment washed over his features. “Shit im really sorry, I ruined a beautiful dress.”

“It's okay, please don’t worry about it.” you tried to make him drop it, not wanting to bring anymore attention to yourself. “I'll just go-”

“Arthur, fuckin hell.” another voice game from behind the drunk man, who you guessed was Arthur by the way he sheepishly turned around. Behind him was none other than Thomas Shelby.

“Tommy, it's okay.” Arthur tried to reassure the man who stared at him with disappointment clear on his face. “I just bumped her, the whine spilt and…” he trailed off, knowing there wasn't really an explanation needed.

Tommy shook his head before taking a look at your dress, frowning even more at the sight of the dark stain. “I'm sorry for my brother, he needs to go get some air. Now.” the last part was said to Arthur, eyes warning him not to do anything more stupid.

You tried to smile reassuringly. “It's okay, don't worry.” you said, taking a step back, searching for the exit. Arthur nodded and headed back into the middle of the crowd. You couldn't tell if he was heading towards an exit or not and didn’t want to risk following him and getting turned around.

“Let me help you, c’mon.” he said, offering you his arm. Not wanting to embarrass yourself anymore you decided to let him guide you out of this big loud room, you could deal with finding a way out later, could always wait for your father by the front gate if you needed to. Tommy placed his hand on the middle of your back and gently nudged you. “This way.” he said, leading you through the crowded and into a much quieter hallway. “I can't take you to the kitchen if you'd like to try and save the dress?” Tommy offered.

You smiled shyly and shook your head, letting go of his arm and taking a step a side. “no, the dress has served its purpose for the evening.” you came to the event and you even talked to Tommy Shelby, technically. You couldn't maintain eye contact for very long, instead keeping your eyes focused on the floor.

Tommy smiled softly as you two came to stop, the ballroom just a faint whisper in the background. You leaned against the open window, the fresh air feeling better. “So what was its purpose?” Tommy asked, causing you to look at him quizzically. “To get the thing destroyed by having whine spilt all over it? Not sure exactly why you’d want to do that, the dress looks stunning on you.” he elaborated, he continued to smile, coming to lean against the wall across from you.

His comment took you off guard, you could feel your cheeks blushing as you looked at him. “Umm well no.” you stammered. “I really didn't mean to bump into your brother i am sorry Mr. Shelby.” you were now focused on the ground again. You hated these events because you never knew how to speak to the beautiful young men your father introduced you to, now here you are struggling to talk to a beautiful ‘slightly’ older man your father made you. You didn't have your father this time to carry the conversation.

Tommy’s smooth chuckle drew your eyes back up to the man, He pulled a metal box from his pocket. “My brother is drunk and acting a fool.” he stated plainly. He pulled a cigarette out and offered you one from the open case, smiled and slid one out. “He ruined your pretty dress, i'd like to pay for another, or whatever else you'd like in return instead.” it wasn't an offer but a statement. You understood why he entered politics.

“Really it's fine.” you didn't want to have to explain that you basically milked the dresses since you were forced to go to these events.

Tommy slid the cigarette between his lips before lighting a match and holding it to the end of yours before lighting his own. You sat in silence for a minute as the smoke built up around you two and started swirling around in the yellow lamps of the hallway.

Tommy broke the quiet space between you first. “Are you here with someone, husband?” he inquired. At least he dropped the paying you back thing.

You laugh softly before catching yourself. “No.” you stated, taking a long drag and exhaling. “No husband, my father insists on bringing me to these parties and events.” you confessed, taking a rather long drag and holding it in a moment, hoping he would ask about your father.

Nodding he took his watch out and checked the time before sliding it back into his front pocket. “You know of me, that's because of your father I assume, who is he?” he asked casually.

You let out a soft sigh before telling him your fathers name. “Robert Y/L/N.”

His smile widened slightly. “That so? That would make you his youngest then correct?” Tommy pointed out.

You looked at him in astonishment. He knew your family, your father and his stories, always boasting about his family. “How often do you two talk exactly?” you asked, trying not to panic, hoping your father would talk about your siblings and the grandkids over his still unmarried daughter who lives and works at a flower shop with no love life.

Tommy couldn't help the small smirk that cracks the corners of his lips. “Good man, your father, very proud of his happy family.” Tommy took another drag of his cigarette. “He's talked a lot about you miss Y/N, it's clear he adores and cares a lot about you.” Tommy spoke casually and was almost scripted.

Mortified, that's how you felt. Tommy was being polite by not expressing just how bad your father actually makes you sound lonely and sad. “Yeah, he's never been good at keeping things to himself, honest man.” you said, putting the cigarette out on the windowsill.

He hummed in response, taking another drag and exhaled slowly. “Let me drive you home, it's the least I can do then for the mess my brother caused.” he offered, his face gentle yet still reserved.

“Really Mr.Shelby i'll be just fine, you don't have to worry.” you once again tried to reassure him you could manage without being paid back for a little mistake.

Taking a few steps to cross the short hall to stand only a foot away from you, you had to look up to keep eye contact. Reaching over to put his own out and he leaned over you, face only a few inches away from your own. “Will you please let me take you home, miss Y/L/N.” he said more of a statement, not asking again.

His eyes captivated you, like looking at the sky through diamonds. You nodded softly. Your face felt hot and your knees felt weak. You could smell his cologne mixed with whisky and smoke, it was almost intoxicating. “My father.” you almost forgot you should let him know you'd be going and not to worry.

Tommy nodded and took a step back. “I'll have someone send him word that I'll be taking you home.”

And that was it, Tommy was leading you to get your coats and talking to a few staff on the way out.

“The flower shop, yours then?” he asked, glancing over to you, a cigarette hanging from the corner of his mouth as he drove.

You smiled and nodded. “Yes, it was owned by an older woman before me but she sold it to live with her daughter since she couldn't manage much work anymore.” you loved your shop, small and perfect and just close enough to the rich people that you get decent enough business. “Flower arranging has always been something I've been good at, and I can grow most of what I need from my fathers, so much land he doesn't know what to do with it and my mother loves to help.”

Tommy watched you speak passionately about your shop. He thought it was adoring that you had something so personal and simply yours and you built a life with it.

You fell into comfortable conversation, Tommy telling you about his past marriage to Grace and his son Charley. You told him about your siblings and the kids. You both agreed that big families are wonderfully exhausting.

The drive to your small apartment wasn't very far and Tommy knew almost immediately where it was since it was right in Birmingham and only a few blocks from the garrison he had explained. His car ame to a stop outside of your steps.

Getting out Tommy came around and opened your door, you took his extended hand and stepped onto the cobble street. “Thank you Mr. Shelby.” you said, looking up at him in the dim light, face mostly shadowed.

“Please, call me Tommy.” he encouraged.

“Tommy.” you said, trying it out.

He smiled. “There you go, love.”

Your heart practically skipped a beat. “ It's late, you should be getting home as well.” you pointed out, becoming nervous once again.

Humming Tommy took a step towards you, reaching to gently take your fingers into his hand and brought them to his lips. He lingered a moment, eyes on your own before his soft lips pressed against your skin. He pulled away and let your hand fall back to your side. “Have a lovely night miss Y/L/N, i'll be seeing you then.” he said, leaning on his car as he waited for you to make it inside.

You knew your face was red when you nodded and let yourself in, slowly traveling up the stairs in awe at just how smooth Tommy Shelby swooped in and took your breath away with a simple action.

Entering your home you stopped in the middle of the living room, did he say, ‘I’ll be seeing you’? Did that mean he was going to come back… or at more events? You decided you had enough excitement for one night and tomorrow you could panic over underlying meanings to sentences and be interrogated by your father, tonight you just needed sleep.

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crusty-chronicles · 1 year

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Airheaded S/O Headcannons #2 Ging (HxH)

He finds you annoying (at first)

Can’t begin to fathom how he got stuck with you

Or why

Ging, the boar-ish man who’s an absolute ass, stuck with an idiot who can’t take hints?????

“Go away.”

“Ooohhh on a trip!!???? Where we heading.”

And then you look at him with those puppy dog eyes and he gives up.

“Bother someone else.”

“But you’re my friend???”

He may be completely stuck with you, but he will not baby you

You tripped?

Don’t be a baby, get up

You’re cutting with the wrong end of a knife?

Figure it out yourself

Lost your way home?

Good

He does classify you as harmless after he’s gotten used to your presence

But then he sees you fight and his perspective changes big time

He’d gotten himself into trouble, as Ging does, with a couple of angry goons

Now Ging could take care of himself perfectly fine. (He’s just lazy and doesn’t like to put in any effort)

But to you, your stinky little rat friend was cornered 🥺

Poor little buddy was gonna get pummeled

So you stepped in with your nen

And it was a sight to see

“Collapse.” One word and your aura had overwhelmed the enemies.

Not even one punch, just one word and you’d won

He lets you stick around without complaints after that

But only on the condition that you’d fight his battles from then on

He’s a goblin, the same man who left his son for 12 years. Is he not supposed to use your surprising strength to his advantage???

“Y/n, Pariston is being mean.”

“I’m gonna kick his ass!!!!”

You become known as his guard dog, much to Ging’s delight

It means less people bother him

It also means he gets to bring you in on Zodiac meetings

“I won’t go if they’re not allowed in.”

Will not change his mind

You make things more amusing and less boring.

The others don’t mind (except for Pariston)

In fact, Cheadle prefers having an unbiased and unintimidated party to hash out ideas to.

Ging has absolutely no clue he likes you until you leave for your own hunter business

You’d be gone for a month and he’d be alone with his thoughts

No sound of breaking objects

No constant buzzing from his phone (you and kite being the only people who had his number)

And no idiotic ramblings

It was too quiet without you

And it didn’t seem like you to be completely no contact

So little by little he began to worry

What if you were hurt somewhere?

What if you were being tortured somewhere?

What if you had just decided to stay gone?

You hadn’t gotten fed up with him, had you?

He decided to find you

Not because he missed you, what you’re crazy, he would never 🙄🙄🙄

It was because you probably got stuck somewhere and needed his help

And he had nothing better else to do

That was it!!!

He searched everywhere for you

Everywhere

But there wasn’t a trace of your nen

Was this what Gon was going through????

Man he owed that kid an apology when he found him

But that wasn't important right now, you were missing

You were a blacklist hunter so the possibility of you being dead was certain

However, as he checked into a shitty hotel after yet another day of looking for you, he could sense someone was following him.

It wasn't wise to track one of the best hunters in the world

An even worse choice to track one that was already pissed

"Just tell me what you want and get it over with." He was surprised to find himself engulfed in a hug

Then a very familiar voice filled the space

"Ging!!!! I missed you!!!!"

It was you

You were okay

You were alive

Of course you were, he'd seen you take out an entire group with just one word

Why the hell had he been worried???

He pushed your face away with one hand, a pout on his face.

"What did I say about touching."

You begrudgingly let go

"Fine. But what did I say about showering."

Doesn't let you leave by yourself anymore after that

"But Ging, I need to get paid. It'll just be for a few weeks"

"And I told you not by yourself. Last time I let you go alone you had a bounty on your head."

Calls you puppy or pup

Why?

Because you follow him around like a golden retriever

Doesn't let anyone else call you that

Will and has fought them

Doesn't like to engage with Pariston, but loves it when you do

"Oh, looks like Ging brought around his little guard dog again."

"What about it rat man?"

"I just think it's unnecessary for a grown man to have somebody else fight his battles."

"You're just jealous that everybody would rather fight you than for you. That and you're a bi-"

"The meeting has begun!"

He absolutely melts when he sees you interact with Gon

Your eyes lit up immediately upon seeing the small boy.

He was sobbing about what happened to Kite when you picked him up and started cooing

"AWWW!!!! ITS A MINI GING!!!"

And Gon stops crying immediately

"Look at how smol he is!!!! Aww precious boi!"

Gon's blushing, embarrassed by your sudden attention

And Ging is staring at the two of you with stars in his eyes.

His family, happy and complete

But he'd die before he'd admit that.

You and Gon get along so well and are constantly keeping each other engaged

Which is great for Ging, who is glad to have a small break from all your energy

But also not great because this immature man still wants all of your attention

Gon may be his son, but Ging found you first 😡

Ging's actually the one who has to ask if you're dating or not

You two spend so much time together

You live together

You refer to Gon as your son

"Are we dating?"

"Haven't we??? For a couple months, right???"

And he goes along with it because why not.

"Just testing you," and gives you a peck on the cheek so you don't suspect anything.

An: The easiest head cannons of my life ngl. His character was so fun to write for.

NEXT UP: Nico Robin

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matthewkniesys · 10 months

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where do we go now? - jamie drysdale

summary:

a/n: so firstly thank you @huggybearhughesy for your help!! this is based on the lyrics of gracie abrams song "where do we go now?". the lyrics are in bold. this isn't my favourite thing but i'm trying to push through a writers block so hopefully you guys like it :)

pairing: jamie drysdale x fem!reader

good riddance fic series

warnings: swearing and angst and i think thats it but lmk if you find anything else

You and Jamie go way back. Way, way back to when you were both in your moms stomachs. Your parents and Jamie’s parents were like those friend groups you see on TV. You know, the ones where both couples meet at college and then become an inseparable friend group and then move to the same city together and then raise their kids together.

And from the day you were born (3 months, 2 weeks, and 5 days after Jamie as he always reminds you), the two of you were inseparable. If you were at the pool Jamie was probably too. If Jamie was playing tag at recess you probably were too. If Jamie had a hockey tournament chances were you were going to be there, at every game. And then as you grew older, if you were at a party Jamie was probably too. People knew that if they were looking for one of the two of you, all they had to do is ask the other one. That was the kind of bond you shared with your best friend.

Until the string that ties you two together started fraying. And then the string snapped all together.

24th Street

Where you held me, grabbed my arm

What a mental fire alarm

'Cause a lot of that felt wrong

After high school, you moved to Anaheim with Jamie. You didn’t think anything of it. At that point in your life all you knew was that you and Jamie weren’t going to break up. You would follow wherever he goes. It’s funny how you can be so sure of something and then all of a sudden you just aren’t anymore. It starts to feel wrong.

You two bought a small apartment on 24th street and for the first year it felt perfect. It was small and cozy and all you two really needed but at some point during the second year everything changed.

You can’t exactly pinpoint the moment you started realizing this wasn’t it for you. That Jamie wasn’t gonna work out. That this wasn’t your forever. It probably wasn’t even one singular moment. It was lots of little ones all together that came crashing down.

What you can pinpoint is the moment you realized you had to go. That you would suffocate if you stayed in this relationship any longer.

You came home after a horrible day at University and Jamie was there waiting. Like always. He was perfect like that. He never did anything wrong and he could always pick up on the queues that you weren’t having a great day. That used to feel like everything you needed but not anymore. Now it just felt predictable and boring. It felt like there was no passion left. No fire burning between the both of you.

“Hi babe. Bad day?” Jamie asks, after you let out a long sigh dumping all your stuff on the ground.

You make a little noise of acknowledgement, not even having the energy to talk to Jamie and that’s the part where it starts creeping up on you. The fact you don’t even want to talk to the person who supposedly means the most to you. The person who should be the love of your life.

The moment it slams into you though is when he comes up to you and wraps you in his arms. It should be comforting after all these years but in reality it feels like you’re drowning. It triggers something in your brain. You’re overwhelmed with the need to escape. Since when did being in Jamie’s arms, the arms of your boyfriend but more than anything your best friend start to feel so wrong?

Like I miss you

But when I kissed you back, I lied

You don't know how hard I tried

Had to fake the longest time

After that day you tried so hard to stay. You ignored that little voice telling you to get out and run as fast as you can. But you could only take so much. You had love for Jamie still. That much was true but you missed it when you felt so utterly consumed by him. When you constantly wanted to be around him. You missed that part of your relationship with him.

Every hug, every kiss, every word felt wrong. Felt fake.

You always hugged him and kissed him back. You tried to salvage what was there with the two of you. You pretended to yourself that you thought you could fix it, that maybe if you faked long enough it would become real but you always knew you couldn’t. You were lying to yourself. There had never been an ending that ended with Jamie. It wasn’t in the cards with you.

Where do we go now?

One January night you were laying in bed, unable to fall asleep. Next to you your boyfriend was sleeping soundly, completely unaware that anything was wrong. You toss and turn and avoid thinking about the fact that you shouldn’t be here and that Jamie deserves to know that you don’t love him like that anymore. He deserves the world, you just won’t be the one to give it to him.

Slowly you feel Jamie stirring on the other side of the bed. He gets up and looks over at you, groggily.

He yawns and says, “Hey babe, what are you doing up?”

You look into your boyfriend's pretty eyes and in that moment you know you can’t do it anymore. There isn’t anywhere for you two to go. What you have or had is over now and you need to end it.

Tears well in your eyes and you take a deep breath, knowing that in the next moment you were going to break the heart of the boy you used to love most.

“Jamie… I can’t do this anymore. It isn’t fair to you because you did nothing wrong but to stay wouldn’t be fair to me either. I have to leave. This doesn’t feel right anymore. There isn’t anywhere for this relationship to go that wouldn’t end in heartache. I love you, Jamie and I will forever but I have to do what is right for me.”

Jamie doesn’t say anything at first, just lets the tears fall. After a moment he says, “I could feel you pulling away but I wanted to ignore it but I guess I can’t anymore. I don’t wanna let you go. And I know that’s not fair but I love you. There won’t be anyone but you.”

“Yes there will be, Jamie. There will be someone because we weren't meant for each other. There is nowhere for us to go.”

I know I changed overnight

So I can't blame you for fightin'

And I'd be losin' my mind

If you lived in your writin’

The days that follow are hard. You have to keep living in the apartment until you find other living conditions and Jamie is convinced he can find a way to make work. He just can’t see that the best of your relationship was behind and that’s where you had to leave it. Nothing good would come from trying to salvage this.

“Why are you just giving up on us?” Jamie says one day out of the blue while you two eat summer in silence.

“I am giving up because after spending so long trying to stay, I have to give up for the both of us. And I know to you it seems like I just flipped a switch and overnight decided this wasn’t good anymore but I’ve been thinking about us for a while.” You pause, “Honestly, Jamie I’m surprised you're not the one frustrated with me because lately I've been so caught up in my school work I barely even have time to spend with you. Isn’t that driving you crazy?”

“No, it’s not because I just need your presence. That’s enough for me. And I understand why you’re so busy. It’s not like you’re purposely avoiding me.”

“The last few months though, I have been avoiding you.”

'Cause now I'm half of myself here without you

You're the best in my life and I lost you

And we had no control when it fell through

It was one-sided, hate how I hurt you

The next month is a blur. Between finding your own place and being busier than ever with school, you don’t have tons of time to think about Jamie but when you do there’s a sinking feeling in your gut.

You don’t regret ending it but you miss the friendship, the special bond that had been between you two since you were kids. You haven’t been apart from him for this long ever and it feels like a part of you is missing.

Jamie has always been the best in your life. The amazing boy that every girl wishes was theirs but he had always been fully yours. Until now when you set him free.

You wish you hadn’t had to hurt him. He didn’t deserve it but you didn’t deserve to be trapped either. He had no control over the situation. He couldn’t have prevented what happened. It was one sided and it sucks but it's the truth.

If I could, I'd have changed every feelin'

Reservations were up to the ceilin'

Guess the space was the thing that I needed

But I miss you

“Hey y/n. Uh it’s Jamie. Sorry to bother you by calling. I just need to know one thing. And then I can move on. I can pretend I don’t feel like I’m drowning. Did you wish it could’ve been different? If you could've, would you have changed your feelings?”

After a shaky breath from Jamie, silence fills the air. You’ve listened to this voice message he sent you at least twenty times at this point. You have memorized it but can’t stop replaying it.

The simple answer is yes. Yes, you would’ve done anything in your power to still love Jamie but it doesn’t matter because you couldn’t. It isn’t how the world works.

You tell exactly that to Jamie over the phone the next day and he says nothing. He listens and then hangs up, leaving you to hope he’ll be okay.

Being apart from him has shown you, you made the right decision but that doesn’t make it hurt less. You still miss him. He was, after all, your best friend since the beginning and you no longer have each other. That’s…a lot to take in.

Where do we go now?

In the last month Jamie has asked himself over and over and over again what he could’ve done to make you stay. He comes up empty every time because he did everything right. Just wasn’t enough he guesses.

He doesn’t know where to go anymore because before it was always to you. You were his light in the dark. He used to follow that brightness but now that light has run out of power and he’s left to stumble through the darkness alone.

He will be okay, he just has to figure where to go now. Which way it is to escape the black and reemerge in the light.

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rueanaddict · 2 years

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Take daddy

permise: according to harry you were a distraction and now you have to be punished

pairing: DOM! harry styles x f!reader /one shot/

warnings: smut- contains daddy kink, praise kink, oral sex [male receiving], unprotected sex, fingering, vibrator using, degradation, overstimulation, swearing

word count: 2186

English it’s not my first language so if there are any mistakes here I’m so sorry.

I hope you’ll enjoy it

You were sitting with Harry in his dressing room watching him get ready for the performance. There was a slight sigh as you lay down on the little couch.

-’’Everything okay my love?’’- his caring voice echoed in your ears.

-’’Yeah, I’m just bored. We’ve been here for almost 2 hours and I don’t do anything except staring at people who style your hair or make you look more attractive.’’

-’’I’m sorry... Is there anything I could do to make my baby feel better?’’- he sat down next to you.

-’’Actually...’’- you started crawling helplessly towards him.- ‘’there is a few things...’’- you straddled him and began to place gentle kisses against his neck.

-’’Ohh darling you know we can't now.’’

-’’But I would like to taste you so much."'

-’’So desperate and needy for my cock huh?’’- you gasped softly in response. You couldn’t stand the pain between your legs anymore and started rubbing against Harry's hardening cock. His big hands rest on your ass to stop your movements.

-’’Look at yourself... so greedy and begging for me. You gotta be patient darling. Daddy can't fuck you stupidly right now. I know my filthy baby has needs but you have to wait a little longer okay?’’

-’’But I wanna feel you inside of me.’’- you whispered in his ear.

-’’I know but don't worry baby daddy will fuck this little pussy later.’’- with these words, he left you alone in the room.

A moment later you went to the area where you could watch his performance. You liked being able to watch everything from a place that wasn't too crowded. All the time you were only thinking about how badly you want to be ruined by Harry. You imagined his muscular body hovering over yours. His hands touching every part of you, avoiding that one area where you need him the most.

You loved how comfortable and at ease he felt on stage. Sometimes too at ease... His constant glances at you were overwhelming. You didn't have a moment of peace because Harry wanted to make sure you were watching him all the time. And it was so. You couldn't take your eyes off his perfectly sculpted tall figure. The way he moved made you shiver. His exposed chest with a visible golden cross rising with every inhalation, hands adorned with massive rings, hips moving to the beat of each new song. It was all driving you crazy.

Time passed and your excitement continued. Harry saw you writhing and you couldn't stand still. He knew he was the cause of it. That was pleasure for him to teasing you so much. This man knew exactly what and when to do to make you more needy every moment. It was only a few seconds, and it seemed to be an eternity because of the intensity with which he licked his fingertips, keeping eye contact with you the whole time.

-’’Holy shit.’’- you said silently.

...

When you got home you went upstairs to the bathroom to freshen up a bit. You left the door open so Harry could easily follow you. Suddenly you felt hands on your waist.

-’’You think I forgot about you, huh?’’- he said in the crease of your neck.- ‘’You were such a unbearable brat today.’’

-’’I was unbearable? With all due respect, it wasn't me who acted like I was horny and sexually frustrated in front of thousands of people all evening.’’

-’’What did you just say?’’- his tone changed to a little more firm.- ‘’Ohh {your name} you are so rude to me. If I were you, I would be careful about the words that come out of those pretty mouth. You don't want to make daddy more angry hmm?’’

-’’man go fuck yourself”- you came out of the bathroom straight into your bedroom. Why did he have to be so dominant? You were annoyed by his confidence at times, but on the other hand, it was so appealing.

Suddenly Harry blocked your way with his body. He just glared at you with rage and lust.

-’’on your knees’’

Silence filled the room. You did as he said. You had a perfect view of his bulge. His dick was begging to get out of his pants.

-’’Why don’t you use those pretty dirty mouth to make daddy feel good huh?’’

You helped him take off his clothes by leaving little kisses on his body. Now he only had a pair of black boxer shorts with cute white buttons in front of you. You started to stroke him gently. Harry at the sensation slightly tilted his head back, suppressing a groan at the same time. You slowly pulled the soft material off his hips. His huge cock popped out hitting his stomach. You actually drooled at the sight of what he was in need. You took the tip of it in your mouth and licked off thoroughly all the pre cum that was there. You spat in your hand and began to slowly pump his length. You licked his whole cock while listening to Harry's guttural low moans. Why not tease him a little?

-’’Why did you stop?’’- he asked clearly nervous.

-’’I don't know ... I guess I just got bored.’’- you loved to tease him like this. You wanted him to get angry and treat you like his dirty little slut you were.

-’’I'm gonna fuck that pretty little mouth right now so you better open them.’’- you nodded gently at no in response. You were staring straight into his eyes, in which rage settled.

-’’Okay then, I’m done with this shit get up.’’- he pulled you onto the bed, hovering over you. He began to take off your clothes, placing messy and wet kisses on your body. You couldn't get anything out of yourself except a little pathetic moans. When you were already in the only soaked panties, he began to look at you lustfully.

-’’My poor baby, you've been waiting all day for daddy to take care of you, right?’’- you replied with a desperate groan.- ‘’C’mon let's get rid of that hm?’’- he took off your little panties and tossed them on the corner of the bed.- ‘’Spread your legs and show me that needy little pussy. Let me take care of all this mess.’’

-’’mhmm’’

-’’Use your words darling.’’

-’’Daddy I want you to make me feel good.’’

He immediately put his two long fingers into you and began hitting your favorite spot hard while gently rubbing your clit. He leaned to kiss you passionately. You grabbed his face gently, thereby showing him not to stop. He added one more finger and started pumping faster. The sounds of thrusting his finger in and out of you in hard motions echoed throughout the room. It didn't take long for you to feel like you were cumming.

-’’Daddy I need to...’’

-’’Not yet.’’

-’’I can't stop it!’’

-’’Darling if you cum by now daddy will be mad and believe me you will regret it.’’- these words made you want to cum even more, and a wave of pleasure flooded your body. Your legs trembled with the pleasure you experienced and your chest rise as you calmed your breath. He noticed your condition and started reaching out towards the nightstand.

-’’Wha... what are you looking for?’’

-’’I told you that if you cum you gonna regret it my love.’’- you looked curiously at what he was looking for. After a while you saw your vibrator in his hand.

-’’Ow...’’- you sighed slightly.

-’’Something's wrong my love?’’

-’’No, it’s fine.’’

-’’Come here.’’- Harry pulled you onto his lap. You were sitting on his lap now, with your back against his chest.

-’’Spread your legs for me baby.’’- you hesitantly did what he told you to do, first putting one leg and then the other to the side. As you sat on Harry like that, you could feel his fully hard dick now rubbing against your soaked pussy. You had a perfect view of the shape of his cock in boxer shorts. Harry lightly pressed the vibrator to your pussy and you instinctively pulled your legs towards you.

-’’You think I don't know what you do with it when I'm not home? You think it's easy for me to be outside thinking you're playing with your little pussy without my permission?’’

-’’I'm sorry daddy. I didn't mean to disappoint you...’’

-’’Ohh of course you didn't want to darling but now it's too late to apologize.’’- he said and then turned on the vibrator and pressed it against your throbbing clit.

Your barely enduring pussy throbbed with every second, getting more and more wet at Harry's thighs.

-‘’I can't, it's too much.’’

-’’Of course you can baby. Show your daddy how pretty you can squirt.''- you gave him little moans and sighs in response. You weren't able to put a sentence correctly because of the pleasure he was giving you.

-’’Such a needy little slut for me.’’- he spoke leaving wet kisses down your neck. You knew that he would probably leave a few hickeys there, showing by that you’re his and only his.

-”H... I think I’m close...”- you cummed hard soaking Harry's fingers and thighs in the process. He rested his head on your shoulder and admired your pussy.

-’’Look what a mess you made baby hmm??’’- he looked at you a moment longer, then put the vibrator down in the corner of the bed. He took you off his lap and put you on the sheets.

-’’Get comfortable darling we're not finished yet.’’

He took off his boxer shorts, releasing his swollen cock. Every time you had sex you wondered how a dick can be so pretty and so huge. The shape, the veins all the way, how thick it was, everything about his cock was so appealing. Harry scrambled over your body, leaving kisses on your tits while tugging at your nipples.

-’’You look so pretty under me you know?’’- he said looking into your eyes with a slight smile. You blushed cutting eye contact. You grabbed his hand gently stroking it, letting him know you liked his compliments. Harry directed his fingers towards the inside of your thighs, gently rubbing your soft skin. He used his fingertips to part your legs very slowly, thus giving himself access to your throbbing pussy.

-’’So wet and ready for me.’’

He pushed his cock in, giving you time to adjust to his length. As you squeezed his hand to signal that he could move on, he slowly began to push his dick further.

-’’Please faster...’’

-’’I have to tire you a little.’’- he said, softly laughing at your reaction.

As you asked, he started to pick up the pace with each passing moment. He came to the point where with inhuman speed he pushed and shoved his cock out of your cunt. You wrapped your legs around his hips, pulling him closer. You felt so good having Harry inside you.

-’’You're so good with daddy's dick.’’- a delicate sigh left your mouth at his words.- ‘’so tight, all mine...’’

His harsh and hard thrusts made you feel him deep inside of your pussy. You groaned louder each time he hit harder on you.

-’’Atta girl you're doing so good.’’- because of his constant praise everything started to pile up and your pussy tightened around his cock.

-’’C’mon baby I want to hear you calling out my name.’’

-’’Harry please fuck me like that...’’- moments after these words you both cummed and you felt sperm pouring out in your pussy.

He made a few more sloppy thrusts and fell against your body, hugging your chest. You stuck your hand in his soft curls, slowly stroking them with your fingertips. You scratched his head a little and he rose slightly on his elbows. He pushed back the strands of hair that stuck to your face while stroking your cheek.

-’’Alraight girl let's wash you a little.’’- he got up and headed to the bathroom for a towel. When he came back he gently spread your legs and began cleaning up all the mess he had made.

-’’This is awkward...’’- you said, gently starting to close your legs.

-’’Why? What's awkward about wanting to take care of my beautiful girlfriend?’’- he smirked.

-’’whatever...’’- you smiled at his compliment.

When he finished cleaning you, he kissed your inner thigh.

-’’thanks’’- you said silently.

Harry laid down next to you, pulling you into his arms.

-’’Wasn’t I too harsh?’’- he placed a gentle kiss on your forehead.

-’’No, you were perfect.’’

-’’{your name}?’’

-’’yeah?’’

-’’I love you.’’

-’’I love you more.”

-’’Now go to sleep, you need to get some rest.’’- he said, taking your hand in his and kissing it.

-’’Goodnight Harry.’’

-’’Goodnight darling.’’

#harry styles #harry styles x reader #harry styles x you #harry styles smut #dom harry styles #dark!harry #daddy!harry #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles fanfic #harry styles fic #harry styles imagine #hs #hs3 #hslot #harry styles daddy kink

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rooftop | b.s

summary: y/n and brad meet on a rooftop at a party where they want to break away from the crowd.

word count: 1.2k ish

a/n: hello!! first imagine in a LONG time! it felt super great to write again, i hope you guys like this one! i really enjoyed writing it. as always, my requests are open for anyone who wants to pop one in my inbox! love you!!

You sighed as you sat down in front of the bar again, asking for another drink. You were bored out of your mind at this party. Sure, there were people you knew, but no one you cared about enough to have a mindless conversation with. You were starting to get sick of the small talk about your new album release, boyfriend rumours, and how nice the weather has been. There was only so long you could plaster on your smile and pretend you were enjoying the conversation.

The bartender slid your drink towards you, and you nodded your head in thanks as you took a sip. You rested your elbows on the counter, glancing around for someone you would be happy to see. You weren’t met with any.

You started to ask yourself why you came to this party in the first place. Since you’ve started to gain popularity with your music, it felt like you were constantly going to parties and events. You didn’t remember anymore what your goal was when you came to these things. It was a nice event, though, you had to admit. The entire bar had been rented out, with great music, an open bar and lots of room to dance. Unfortunately, you weren’t really in the mood to dance this time around.

You looked over and noticed a staircase at the back of the room. You grabbed your drink from the counter, leaving money as you walked towards the staircase. After climbing up them you were met with a rooftop terrace. You smiled to yourself, grateful for the fresh air and the quiet. Well, as quiet as it could be with the music still blaring from inside.

You leaned against the balcony railing, looking out at the city skyline. It was beautiful, you had to admit. You took another sip of your drink, feeling more relaxed as you breathed in the warm spring air. You hadn’t even noticed that someone else had come up to the rooftop, too.

Brad leaned into Connor’s shoulder, telling him he wanted to get some fresh air. The party had gotten very lively, and the sweaty bodies around him were starting to feel a bit overwhelming. Connor smiled back, patting Brad’s shoulder before he walked off. He was planning on heading to the back door, before noticing a staircase. He vaguely remembered there being a rooftop area in this place, and he decided to go check it out.

He stepped up onto the rooftop, feeling relaxed as the cool breeze hit his face. He noticed someone else standing there, leaning against the railing and looking out at the city. He smiled to himself, it was always nice to see someone with the same feelings as him. He wondered if she was also overwhelmed and needed a break from the chaos of inside.

You heard vague footsteps behind you, jumping when you turned around and saw someone there. He was...well, beautiful. His dark brown curls rustled in the breeze, his shirt tucked into his pants. He flashed you a grin, one that you couldn’t help but return.

“Come here often?” he asked, his accent making you smile.

“Oh yeah, all the time,” you scoffed. “I just love coming to really loud places to do nothing but drink and have really two dimensional conversations with people I barely know.”

He chuckled softly. “Me too. It’s my favourite activity, actually.”

“I’m Y/N,” you said, sticking out your hand to shake his.

“Brad,” he smiled. “Nice to meet you. So you can have another formal introduction with someone you don’t care to talk to.”

“That’s debatable,” you smiled. You couldn’t help but feel drawn to him. Not only was he good looking, but charming. You suddenly found yourself wanting to know everything about him.

“So, who do you know here?” you asked. You kicked yourself for starting with such lame questions, as always.

“Oh, you know Reece Bibby from New Hope Club?” he asked, making you laugh.

“I do in fact, he invited me here too,” you chuckled.

“Oh yeah? Awesome. Yeah they supported us on tour a while back,” he nodded.

“I KNEW I recognized you!” you exclaimed. Reece had talked about The Vamps before, but you never really made an effort to know anything about them. Another musician, you knew it probably was not a good match. “Are your other bandmates here?”

“Yeah, they’re inside. Super drunk, obviously,” he chuckled. You could tell the way his eyes lit up when he spoke about them, and couldn’t help but smile at how wholesome it was.

“And how come you aren’t with them?” you interrogated, raising your eyebrows at him.

“Too loud, too sweaty,” he said, making you burst out laughing. “Didn’t feel like drinking too much, either.”

“I’m with you there,” you agreed, the music still audible over your conversation. “You don’t dance?”

He laughed loudly, making your heart warm. What was the hold this guy had on you? You giggled alongside him.

“I definitely dance,” he grinned. “You can be the judge of whether it’s good or not.”

“Let’s see it then,” you offered, motioning to the empty space on the rooftop between the tables.

“Oh yeah?” he teased, and you nodded.

He suddenly began dancing absolutely horrendously to the beat blasting from inside. You couldn’t stop laughing, wondering where in the world he pulled these moves out from.

“I can do better,” you shrugged.

“Let’s see it then,” he repeated your words, motioning the same way you had a minute prior.

You set your drink down before pulling out your absolute worst dance moves, purposely trying to be even worse than he was. The sound of his laugh alongside yours made you feel like there was no one else here. No party inside, just this rooftop.

“I must say,” he gasped through laughter. “That was probably the best thing I have ever seen.”

“Thank you very much,” you grinned, curtsying to him before picking your drink back up and sipping it. “I didn’t think I would be dancing stupidly on a roof with a boy I’ve just met instead of actually dancing inside where the actual party is.”

“Well this was much better, wasn’t it?” he asked, his cheeks turning slightly red.

“Hm I’m not sure,” you joked sarcastically. “I think your dance moves took years off my life.”

“Says you,” he laughed, throwing his head back.

You saw someone pop out from the doorway, Reece grinning as he looked at the two of you.

“Hey!” he grinned, walking over and hugging you both.

“Hey Reece,” you smiled. “I just came up for some air and was forced to watch this guy dance instead.”

“Don’t let her fool you,” Brad laughed. “She made me do it.”

“Oh yeah, Y/N can be quite convincing,” Reece grinned, giving you a silent look that said ‘you like him!’. You rolled your eyes in response.

“I’m seeing that,” Brad smirked, looking into your eyes.

“I just wanted to make sure you were good,” he smiled. “The boys were looking for you inside, Brad.”

“Tell them I’ll be back in a sec!” he told him. Reece winked at you as he left the rooftop and went back inside, leaving you and Brad alone again. You wished you could spend the rest of the night here with him, but people were looking for him. No one was looking for you, though.

“Do you want to come in with me? I think you’d love the boys,” he offered, giving you a smile you couldn’t resist.

“Oh, no, I don’t want to impose. I already know I’m a loser we don’t need to point it out more,” you laughed.

“No, really. I’d love to spend more time with you,” he said.

His voice was soft, and genuine. It had been a long time since someone had spoken to you that way. You believed him. Since you wanted to spend more time with him, too, you agreed. He stood up, reaching his hand out for you to take. You hesitated before grabbing it, letting him lead you back inside.

“Just please don’t bust those moves out in there,” you joked.

“Oh don’t worry, Y/N,” he grinned. “Those are reserved for your eyes only.”

You shook your head as you laughed, knowing you were done for. The boy on the roof had completely swooned you, stupid dance moves and all.

#brad simpson #brad simpson imagine #brad simpson x reader #brad simpson fanfic #brad simpson fic #the vamps #the vamps imagine #the vamps fic #the vamps fanfic #james mcvey #connor ball #tristan evans #reece bibby #imagine

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Swiftie Anon

Hi guys! I got an ask from an anon that might be triggering so I'm copy-pasting it here so I can put a 'read more' button. I'm naming them Swiftie Anon because they said Taylor really helped them.

TW: SH, SI

Hi Cas, hope you’re ok, because I sure as hell am not. Trigger warning, like mentions of self harm and stuff like that I think.

I’m a seventh grader and recently I’ve been thinking about killing myself a lot more than I usually do. During the pandemic I was in 3rd grade and I kinda realized how much life sucked, but when I went back to school in 5th grade, I realized that this hadn’t occurred to anyone else. I kind of brushed it off bc I’ve always been sort of a pessimist but then I sixth grade I started having suicidal thoughts, I think. I just felt really done with everything, I didn’t want to draw or read or write, and my parents were pissed all the time, it felt like my friends were bored of me (I have abandonment issues from all my friends in elementary school leaving me) (I think)and I thought it would just be easier to not exist anymore, it wasn’t that good. I discovered Taylor, the angel that she is, she just felt…like a friend, like she was right there, you know, and I’ve been mostly okay-ish since. But school fucking sucks and in 7th grade I had to do a presentation in front of my class and I started crying and hyperventilating, I couldn’t even stand up. I think I have anxiety idk. I’ve always been shy, and I’ve hyperventilated before when my parents were yelling at me about stuff and my arms started bleeding because I was digging my nails into them. My parents found out at conferences and I got grounded. my brother knows bc he walked in on me crying and hyperventilating once but he’s leaving for college next year and idk how the fuck I’ll stay together without him. My younger sister and I are really close, but I don’t want to drag her in onto this stuff. And ik once I get to high school it’ll be even worse bc high school sounds horrible and I might be all alone again bc I might not go to the same high school as my friends

I haven’t said a word about this to anyone voluntarily and I know I can’t tell my parents. I always lie on those surveys you get at the doctor, and my parents are always saying I should have a more positive outlook on life and try to be happier and it makes me so pissed bc I am trying as hard as I can to be happening but nothing fucking works.

idk what do with myself anymore, a teacher mentioned college today and I almost broke down sobbing bc I don’t think I’ll let myself live that long. It’s just…really hard and everyday feels like years. Should I tell someone? I’m not as bad as I was in 6th grade, but I know I should be getting help somehow. But I suck at asking for things and I can’t trust any adults.

sorry for the rant, I just need some advice. And a virtual, pat on the head or something, idk.

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Hi hon!

First, (with your permission), I'm like to give you a virtual hug, because it sounds like you're dealing with a lot <3

I'm gonna be really real with you right now: You need to ask for some help. You have a lot going on, and some really heavy feelings, and you don't deserve to be dealing with them at ALL, let alone by yourself.

You're young, and you have SO MUCH life left to enjoy, and suffering through it like this isn't fair. So I'm going to share something about myself with you, okay?

When I was younger, I was very depressed. I was in a bad relationship and I felt very trapped, and I got to a point similar to you.

One day, I got so overwhelmed that I sort of realized that I either needed to ask for help or I would end up making a really bad decision. So, I asked for help.

Again, I'm going to be real: It was SUPER scary. I had to see a lot of doctors and I cried a lot. But after a lot of work, I was able to get better, and now, years later, I am in a (different) healthy relationship, and I have a job and a pet, and I'm here talking to you.

I know this sounds stupid because it's like some feel-good story and right now I'm sure you feel less than great. But I say this because you NEED to ask for help, even if it is difficult. Because there are real things past this feeling. A future job, a future relationship (if you want), a future pet, future kids (if you want). They're all very real and achievable and this feeling is temporary, even thought it feels so permanent right now.

So I'm going to give you some options, since it seems like you don't want to talk to your parents:

Talk to a doctor. Doctors are trained to help you, and they have a lot of resources.

Talk to a trusted teacher. Teachers can sometimes be amazing resources as well, and a lot of them want to listen when you ask to talk.

Talk to a different adult (aunt, uncle, coach, someone!) that you feel close to that will help.

Call/text/message a hotline. Here is an example of a hotline you can talk to via messaging, text, or phone, depending on what you prefer.

But you need to ask for help, because you DESERVE to be happy and living your best life.

It would make me super happy if you message/inboxed me an update, whether you're doing better, worse, or the same! I'm so proud of you for reaching out and I'm cheering you on!

#ask #asks #ask cas #tw: sh

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MADE IN ABYSS MOVIE! REVIEW

8/10

No spoiler review:

The animation is always fantastic, the details of everything is so mesmerizing, the character design and the color makes everything perfect

The story is fantastic, I like how dark it is. The world building is so original and made me hooked to the anime more.

I can’t find myself hating on any character even the bad guy. I really enjoy everyone because everyone had their story and a certain mystery around them and I really liked it.

I found some scene unnecessary but not boring at all. The information given were not overwhelming at all so I understand almost everything.

Now the review with spoilers!

I recently finished season 1 of made in abyss and I am still traumatized! But I decided to finish the movie today after dinner and I am still devastated! Every scene broke me! Every single scene was made to hurt me! Watch made in abyss they say, it’s cute!

Where! WHERE! Where is the cuteness? I just see pain here and there.

The movie starts ok still weird things like commenting on minors private parts! But I just ignore them for my own benefit. It’s so cringe but anyway! My babies are still cute and Nanachi looks so cute and adorable as always (sorry I adopted them unwillingly)!

The first scene with the corpses made me chill and horrified! I still can’t get over the fact that it looks like a “kid” anime but then it turns so dark.

We see our main protagonists going on a journey, reg having random memories like I KNEW HE WAS RELATED TO LYZA.

Rika being our cute leader, Reg being our bodyguard and Nanachi our mascot the movie couldn’t start better.

It was going so well until I hear this aggravating voice! bondrewd!

I was so confused about the mask thing! Like he dies but then he revives and it’s all connected to his mask. STOP IT HURTS MY BRAIN!

I’m still confused so if I comment scenes but in a random orders it’s because I’m trying to remember the movie by memory! Bear with me ok?

This “papa” (sorry name too long to remember and to write) weirdo doesn’t he have something better to do? Like find some hobby! I can’t find the reason why he does all that! Like yeah I understand but I still don’t! The fact that he cares about his kids it’s emotionally draining Because you can say aww cute but then he turns them into that kind of briefcases with meat! Or into ugly experiments! But he still cares about them! You can see that at the end of the movie he turns into that thing, the “blessing” thanks to his love for his children.

Another thing that confused me is when Reg transformed in a black demon! I was like when! Why! Who! I was so confused. Can you return normal? GIVE BACK MY SON!

So maybe it’s time to talk about my other adopted kid… Prushka. Rest in piece 💀. I’m still grieving. Like she was still alive at a certain point but I think that couldn’t be called life.

It was all sad and devastating, she deserved better, she deserved to be with them in their journey. PRUSHKA YOU WILL BE REMEMBERED.

Oh and the Whistle thing. Weird concept! The fact they they are maybe by human sacrifice I am still shocked! And it was an evil touch to make prushka into a whistle!

Gory scenes were so gory. I never saw an anime that gory. And about kids that it’s the worst part. When they tortured my son reg and like you can see the flesh of his arm omg it made me sick.

Every death was so detailed! I can’t think about it anymore! Who watched it knows!

Final thing is the combat! I find it ok honestly wasn’t so much interested in it! Some scenes were confusing other I found them pretty smart. But it was cool it made the movie more interesting, and it was cool even the fact the he never dies and that he turned into a furry himself.

The final scene where Prushka before dying even after what he did to her wants to stay with him it broke my heart!

I really loved it! It surely it wasn’t as perfect as the season 1 but I liked the fact it wasn’t too overwhelming with informations. Every piece of information was given on the right time at the right moment and they were easy to understand, at least for me! The characters were so cool even the bad guy I really enjoyed his character!

#made in abyss

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verityswritings · 2 years

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How would yandere!Diavolo react when mc tells him why they wouldnt date him? They mention about how Dia cant take no for an answer and royal life will be too stressful.

Hmm interesting question. I hope the way I wrote him makes sense. Also sorry this took so long to answer.

Yandere Diavolo with Reader Who Rejects Him

So idk if this is like a well known fact but in one of Diavolo’s devilgram stories (the ‘Enchanted Pudding’ one to be specific) Diavolo acts as sort of a yandere. You’d have to read the story or the wiki page about the story for content, but he is obsessed with the mc in the story. Yet he has lots of self control so he acts completely normal and not as a ‘yandere.’

So I’d like to keep that in mind, that even if he is a yandere he doesn’t act on those tendencies. So this answer might be a bit boring or anticlimactic, but I don’t really think he would make you date him or anything. Diavolo doesn’t think it would be right for him to force you into a relationship with him. He wants you to be able to be independent and not to cage you up because of his selfishness.

He thinks it’s important for you to be able to make your own decisions about this and he understands where you are coming from. Dating royalty is definitely something that could be very overwhelming for you and he knows that he often forces people to do what he wants. But he cares for you very deeply and wouldn’t want to force you into an important decision like this if you truly didn’t want it.

And when I say all this, I don’t mean that Diavolo isn’t upset over this development. Of course he’s upset. He’s devastated, to put it lightly. And it’s not as if he hides this, he has no reason to. He finds there’s no reason to hide being upset over this, but he hides his unnaturally strong feelings over this. And he doesn’t take this out on you, mostly.

So what I’m basically trying to get at is that he wouldn’t make you be in a romantic relationship with him. He has too much respect for you for that. However, old habits die hard. Even if he wouldn’t pursue you anymore, he still finds himself forcing you to spend time with him. So he would find himself forcing you into a friendship with him. He doesn’t want to push your boundaries, but he feels he just can’t let go of you completely.

Forcing romantic relationships are off the table, but platonic relationships are totally different! At least to him. I mean, it’s not as if he’d be a bad friend or anything. Sure, I mean he wanted to lock you up to keep you all for himself when you decided you didn’t want to be in a relationship with him, but you wouldn’t ever know that. In fact, I don’t think you ever knew about Diavolo’s unnatural feelings. And you likely won’t ever know. To you, he’s always just the same old normal Diavolo.

A/N: sorry if this is bad but I just couldn’t imagine his character any other way. 😭

#tw yandere #yandere obey me #yandere diavolo #obey me diavolo #obey me #obey me headcanons #yandere obey me headcanons

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Ed & Izzy POV in s1e4

(this episode is so rich I'll analyze it for the rest of my life)

I wanted to understand those two and I think I finally did [tell me if it's stupid]

So basically e4 is about Ed and Izzy stale, deteriorating relationship (duh). We start with Ed sitting next to Stede’s bed, fascinated by the man, who wasn’t impressed by his reputation, according to Izzy.

He then went to observe the sky. Izzy was looking for him everywhere (Ed just goes and does whatever he wants, not consulting with anyone, on a foreign vessel). Izzy starts talking how they are in danger and in need of a plan. Ed interrupts him, knowing what he was going to say anyway, not important, let’s talk about my brilliant plan (he cannot stop himself from sharing something he finds cool or interesting, his ideas included) (yeah, I hc adhd Ed)

Izzy is stressed about the Spaniards. They’re a real threat and it’s better to avoid any confrontation, because they don’t have much chances to win this fight. Ed ignores him. Of course he does, he doesn’t care about anything recently.

But he can’t just drop the topic, not this time! Fine, he will play along, as long as they can finally talk about the important stuff.

Ed sees Izzy’s disinterest. Ah, fuck it, I don’t want to share my fun with you anymore, fucking killjoy. Fine, whatever, let’s play along, what is this plan you want to discuss?

But he isn’t listening. He knows they have a lot of time, he knows they won’t have to do anything, so he already thinks about how to spend his work free day.

Izzy tries to keep the crew in line, not getting too friendly with his boss, to keep their authority, their control over them, so he interrupts Ed, before he says something stupid like “of course I won’t kill you guys, you’re fun!”

Ed is in the good mood again, after meeting the crew, especially the bird guy. He again wants to share his interests with Izzy (the little ship), Izzy isn’t interested (he thinks they still don’t have a plan). Ed gets pissed at all this nagging (Usually Izzy probably would already stop pestering Ed), he tells about his boredom, his frustration, he spells it out for Izzy. All Izzy sees is that Ed is avoiding the question. Why can’t he just give any instructions and Then talk about his feelings? He doesn’t have a problem with the feeling talk, but for christ’s sake can we please not die first? He’s really patient with him, he just asks. He explains why he’s bothering him so much.

Ed talks about dying all of a sudden. Izzy’s completely taken aback.

Ed was starting to idealize death. I don’t think he really considered suicide. He was tired, bored, nothing would give him joy. Until today. Today he finally had fun since so long! And Izzy is just making it harder for him to enjoy it. No, if you don’t care about anything I say or feel, fuck you, I’m out (no sharing a plan for you, you probably wouldn’t appreciate it anyway).

Izzy’s is getting seriously worried Ed is loosing it (again apparently, his erratic moods and all). If Ed won’t get his shit together soon they’re fucked.

He sees the Spaniards getting closer. They don’t have much time.

Stede asks if Ed works for Blackbeard. First of all: so he doesn’t know who he is. Second of all… huh. He did feel like this whole Blackbeard was a chore after all. He really has enough of this (knowing that the only retirement for a pirate is death).

Since he’s just Ed now, he let’s himself admit out loud that yes, yes he does fancy a fine fabric. Fabric so soft, he may have never touched one like this before, it was always out of reach, a fantasy only… And Stede happily shows him his secret passage he made for fun, his auxiliary wardrobe full of beautiful clothes. It’s like being in another realm! He’s overwhelmed with all of this, with how completely and incredibly different Stede’s life is! How colorful!

And then he hears Izzy. Ah fuck. Leave me alone, don’t wanna talk with you now. I’m not telling you about the cool stuff, you wouldn’t appreciate it anyway.

That Stede guy tho, he knows how to have fun, he’s nice and not judging his interests, he can know his identity now. (and then he does that flirty look). They’re having an affair in the closet.

Since Stede is such a cool dude, he tells him about his feelings, about feeling trapped, about being a ghost, how being Blackbeard is like a job. And he’s working as an actor, a decoration, a prop. How nobody sees him, Ed, when thinking about Blackbeard, but some stupid unrealistic version from the book! And Stede listens! He understands! Finally Ed feels heard!

Stede is proposing retirement. Not “retirement” as death, but to just leave (of course Stede proposed that). Ed couldn’t leave, could he? But it was his work free day, so let’s get the most of it! Stede wants to be Blackbeard? Fine, whatever, he’s not working today anyway. They are safe, because he knows the clouds!

Izzy knows they don’t have much time. Ed wasn’t cooperating and now got irritated and went fuck knows where. And now, what the fuck is he doing now?!

So he completely lost it. That’s enough. He was cleaning his mess all this time, but today is especially maddening! He doesn’t care that they’re going to die, he doesn’t care that his crewmates died for this crazy escapade, he doesn’t care he’s stressing him out! He used to be a brilliant man, but now he’s just insane, and he doesn’t want to die because of him.

Ed, after having so much fun with Stede, is much more disinterested in talking with Izzy, now that he know how much someone can actually engage with him, see him as a person, how invigorating a conversation could actually be.

When Izzy decided he has to fix this mess himself (again) and attacked Stede, Ed used this to again explain to Izzy how he feels, since he wouldn't listen otherwise. And when Izzy realized Ed didn't go mad, didn’t loose his connection to reality, he started to listen again. I wouldn’t be surprised if it did happen before: Ed not telling Izzy his plan, because he was angry at him. Maybe that’s why Izzy stopped and listened, instead of interrupting this game. He realized that that’s what was happening.

Everyone is impressed with Ed’s genius plan, Ivan shouts “That’s why you don’t doubt captain Blackbeard!”, you know, like Izzy did. Ed even gives him the look “What do you say now, huh?” He explains how the clouds were important, another jab at Izzy. Izzy’s mostly irritated. It couldn’t be the first time this happened. This is what they do, get mad at each other from time to time.

But Ed was wrong, and that changed everything. Now it wasn’t just a normal spat, now they’re going to die, because neither of them wanted to listen. Because Izzy was so quick to doubt Ed. (tbh I don’t know how much of it was a real doubt and how much just stress) At least that’s how Izzy feels.

Ed gave up. He didn’t really cared about living after all. He did his job because it was his responsibility, fighting everyday just to fight again the next. But since there’s nothing to do, then whatever.

Then he and Stede come up with the idea, and Ed actually learns something from today’s mistake. He works with people, with everyone. He’s not isolating anymore, stopped keeping his thoughts, plans and ideas to himself. And that let them escape.

Izzy decided to leave. Apparently his relationship with Ed became dangerous to everybody. Apparently it’s better for them both to split. But Ed tells him he was right, he wants to reconcile.

Ed wants to stay here with Stede, but he cannot just say that. Ed may have find something, someone who makes him happy, but he’s still deep into his pirate life, where you can’t just admit to such soft things. Izzy would nag him again that he’s being stupid and reckless, he would never shut up about it, he’s sure. So he lies about planning to kill Stede. This will buy him more time. He wants to stay here just a little longer. (and maybe he feels bad about having to lie about it, or having to lie to Izzy, his closest friend. Maybe he was sad because he realized he cannot share his joy with Izzy)

Izzy thinks he and Ed are finally good! He’s so happy! He didn’t want to leave of course, but he also didn’t want to endanger Ed. But since Ed wants him here, needs him, then he’s going all in. He will do anything and go anywhere for him! (Izzy also didn't know he could be this happy) (no, seriously, that "I need you" could be his first step towards realizing his feelings for Ed) (ah fuck I made myself sad now)

Tbh I don't think any of them knew or thought about their feelings as romantic (everyone has to have an opinin about it these days I know). More like, Izzy was in love, but thought it's just admiration. They were close, they were the closest people to each other for a very long time. I'm not saying they were buddies, more like a family, coworkers, partners, something like that. Izzy was useful to Ed, but I also think Ed was used to have Izzy around, since he was his family in a way. They would fight and then go back together, not knowing there's something better. Like Ed said, his life was boring, so his relationship with Izzy was probably rather stable, probably comforting even, for their standards. (I mean look at the last screenshots, they're close and chill and talking feelings) I think Izzy realised he was in love only when he started to loose Ed.

#not really a meta #more like an interpretation #I almost wrote a meta about this episode and then realised I was so wrong #close one #yeah I don't know if this look at the episode is the correct one or obvious but I wanted to put it into words #edizzy #ofmd #izzy hands #edward teach #ofmd meta #our flag means death #Like I'll write about later episodes but it would be too long and the rest isn't so focused on the details

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rpmemesbyarat · 9 months

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RP Memes from Reddit Topic “What is a sad truth you’ve come to accept?”

“It's OK to be lonely. But if you are lonely and act like it, it can be one of the most potent social repellents.” “I’m willing to settle for things rather than hurt anyone’s feelings.” “Greed is the underlying cause of a lot of the world's suffering as it allows people to justify doing horrible things” “Why do we need to have multi-billionaires at the same time we have people living in horrible poverty? Why would anyone need four or five houses when so many people are homeless?” “Hard work does not equal success.” “I’m gonna die” “The average human has died more than once” “You can do everything right and still fail.” “Love can destroy your life just as much as it can brighten your life” “ You can go from waking up to the love of your life to waking up to the despair that they’re gone.” “People are stupid.” “Nobody cares about you unless they really know you, and even then it’s a toss up.” “The success of your future relationships is usually decided years before you get into them, by your current actions.” “People don’t love you the same way you love them.” “I can never have another drink of alcohol.” “Life is suffering” “Love isn’t enough to make a relationship work.” “People think love sustains a relationship, but it's the relationship that sustains love.” “I'll most likely never own a house.” “Can’t keep people around they either use me or want me around cause they’re bored” “The overwhelming majority of people you meet only care about what you can provide or do for them and will have no problem with abandoning or upgrading from you once you can’t provide those things for them anymore. Very few people on this world will like you for you.” “I botched it. The whole life thing.” “Like a good third of adults are still essentially children in grown up bodies.” “Being unable to handle getting dumped or initiating a break-up yourself can potentially doom you to the worst things relationships can bring to your life.” “It's becoming more and more clear that I'll be working low end jobs until I'm dead.” “Why do so many people love to tell men that it's okay to show emotions, but then turn right around any time that we do and make it clear that they'd just prefer for us to suffer in silence?” “Every year, one more idiot is elected into an office.” “It doesn't how much you do for someone, they can and will walk out of your life. Let them.” “You really can’t trust anyone.” “You never stop worrying about your kids, no matter how grown up they are.” “If you're looking for a relationship to solve your problems you are going to end-up either being someone's project or taking on one of your own.” “You can really only count on yourself. Sometimes the people you love and trust the most just aren't going to be there for you.” “I’ll never be out of debt.” “I am responsible for all of my problems.” “Life is unfair.” “Humanity is never getting better.” “Pretty much everything is a competition- friends, relationship, jobs, schools.” “You’re never going to be good enough for some people.” “Love always ends with sadness.” “I’m not special nor talented.”

“Sometimes you’re the annoying person everyone hates” “You can't help someone who doesn't want to be helped.” “Just because someone is family doesn't mean they have your best interest in heart.” “Life is unfair sometimes for no reason.” “The biggest pieces of shit will usually get away with it.” “I did what they wanted but now I'm unhappy with my life.” “Very few people in life will ever give a shit about you.” “Friendships are like plants that have to be watered in order to stay alive. Sometimes we forget to water the plant or choose not to.”

#rp meme #rp memes #roleplay meme #roleplay memes #roleplay starter #roleplay starters #rp starters #reddit

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nellyofthevalley · 5 months

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spawn, ch.2

astarion x fem!tav…

rating: explicit content: NON-CON, tragedy, violence, lots of cazador, dead dove, probably death at some point, i don’t know it’s a lot, fuck or die summary: cazador uses the one thing astarion cares about to exert control over his favorite spawn in the worst ways.

“My boy, you’ve not been paying attention. I never needed you to be my spawn to control you. Leave if you like,” says Cazador. “But first, tell me, what do you think I will do with her if you leave? And where will you go running off to?” Tav just looks at Astarion across the room, accepting of what’s to come, eyes begging him to leave. She shakes her head, telling him not to stay; to save himself. If he left, she would be granted a fate worse than death, he knows it. To kill her would be a mercy. Cazador has never shown mercy.

chapters: ch.1 | ch.2 | ch.3

read it on ao3 or below the cut:

The next time Astarion sees Tav, on their way back to the ballroom, he frantically looks her over for any signs, anything at all—a scratch, a bruise, or worse, puncture wounds. There are none, save for the ones he’d given her in the ballroom the prior evening, and they look revolting. The wounds on her neck have healed over with crusted, flaking blood, and her skin wears horrid shades of red, purple, and blue.

By his own hand. He’d turned into something unrecognizable—he’d brutalized her. And still, she looks at him with a kindness he doesn’t deserve; he didn’t have to ruin her like that… did he? Would it have mattered how he’d ravaged her, would it have changed Cazador’s mind if he’d been more cruel with her?

Summoned back to the ballroom, Astarion’s on edge, knowing a new punishment awaits him today. Godey hadn’t done anything during his time in the kennel, not even staying to berate him, so he’s sure what is about to come will be worse than being beaten. Again, Cazador takes his place at the back in his stupid red chair, with Tav by his side, sitting on the floor like an obedient dog waiting for its next order.

Godey ushers Astarion into the room, shoving him to the floor in front of Cazador. He waits, silent, the fight in him out today.

“Nothing to say to me today, boy?” Cazador asks, looking down upon him. “You usually have such a sharp, creative tongue.”

Normally, it would take considerable effort to hold his mouth. Not now. Astarion’s spent the day in the kennels with no one, nothing; only himself and thoughts of what he’d done, and how it still wasn’t enough. He doesn’t know what Cazador wants anymore.

“Look at me when I’m talking to you,” orders Cazador, his tone shifting to one of anger and demand. Astarion obeys, meeting his master’s cold, empty eyes with his own blank stare, resisting giving Cazador the satisfaction of anything. “You’ve not only forgotten how you belong to me, you’ve lost all your manners while you were on your ‘vacation’, too.”

Yes, of course. He’s lost it all, so overwhelmed by choice and free will that he let his obedience slip. He’ll need to be taught how to behave again; be reminded to address Cazador solely as ‘master’, never to drink from thinking creatures, never to run away again...

No, he won’t give up, he won’t let Cazador break him so quickly. He knows he needs to keep it together—if not for himself, then for her. She’s done nothing wrong but show him love.

If there was any uncertainty left in his mind on taking the ritual for himself before, it’s gone now, replaced entirely by a burning desire to. Carve the runes he bore into Cazador’s skin, slow and precise, taking his life’s work—the sweetest revenge. Tav has too gentle a heart for it, and she’d almost convinced him, but he sees it now; he sees how crucial it is to seize this power, for the both of them. They’d never have to fear anyone again.

“Master,” he says at last, resolved to play along until the right moment. “Command me.”

“You want to own her? Then mark her.” Cazador smirks, tossing his dagger, and as it hits the floor with a clang, Astarion’s face drops. “She’s your lover, isn’t she? Why don’t you share your skin with her?”

I don’t want to own her.

He can’t say that. It would get worse—that’s how he justifies everything he does, how he gets through it. Cazador will make it worse if I don’t comply, he reminds himself as he picks up the blade, trembling so much that he feels like it might jump from his hand.

That bit of determination he’d worked so hard to muster washes away when he approaches Tav and can’t veer away from her stare; the fear in her pierces him worse than any weapon could. How she keeps her silence today, despite her mouth being free, makes it all the worse. Astarion wishes she would yell at him, tell him not to do it, or encourage him to like the absurd martyr she’s always been.

Cazador pushes her forward like a sacrificial offering; Astarion’s to maim and take for himself, but he had. It is evident, written all over her body in bruised splotches around two distinct puncture wounds. Is she not branded sufficiently already? Reluctantly, he positions himself and kneels behind her, going through the motions, undoing her top to bare her back.

Share your skin with her. Cazador wants him to write infernal into her skin, desecrate her the way he’d been.

He runs a hand over her delicate skin, taking his time to build his resolve to go through with this, but each passing second just makes it harder. Though he looks at her and touches her, what he sees is something else: himself. His own pale, untouched skin, and when he presses the dagger to her skin, he’s cutting into his own. He drags the blade across her, and she weeps quietly; in his ears ring the screams he’d cried when Cazador carved into him for hours.

The sight of her flesh separating and pouring dark red repulses him, though he wishes he could say the same for the smell. The aroma of her sweet, sweet blood lingering in the air hits his nose like a soft caress, wafting up straight to his brain and rousing his hunger. His trepidation leaves an opening for the cravings to overwhelm him with ease, flooding his every sense and regressing him back to that same beast he’d been when he brutalized her.

Astarion hooks his arm under hers, fist to her throat and dagger in hand; he pulls her in and eagerly laps up the liquid seeping from the cut he’d gifted her with, staining his mouth red. Burying his fangs in the crook of her neck elicits a breathy groan from Tav that shakes him down to his core, grounding and reminding him where he is, what he’s doing—who he’s hurting.

She calls his name, voice soft and tone void, though he registers it as a plea. It hurts to hear her voice he’d missed so much, only for it to be a cry for help—to save her from himself. He detaches from her, but it’s too late, he’s done it all wrong from the start and they’ll both pay the price for it.

“First, thou shalt not drink the blood of thinking creatures.” Cazador’s reminder tells him he’s made a mistake, that he’ll come to regret feeding from her. “You think my rules no longer apply because I let you do it once?”

“No, I—”

“Don’t give me excuses, boy,” Cazador chides. “I didn’t ask for much, and you still couldn’t do it. I was wrong to think you could be taught.”

Cazador leans forward in his chair and motions Tav to come. She listens without question, afraid and still quivering every step she takes, dreaming of being anywhere but here. He’d yet to give her much attention—she’d not stayed in his chambers as he’d said, he’d sent lackeys to capture her, and he’d been ordering Astarion to hurt her; she’s not sure what to expect from Cazador himself.

Once, not long ago, she had felt so powerful, and Cazador felt so little, like a bug to be squashed. Astarion warned her; ‘more dangerous than you thought, perhaps, but I’ve never had any doubt,’ he said, and he was right. They were stupid to believe they had time. It only took one calculated move for Cazador to gain the upper hand.

Cazador jerks Tav forward by the wrist, pulling her into his lap and settling his hands on her thighs. Being this close to him makes her ill, let alone having him under her and touching her like this.

“No! Don’t touch her,” Astarion warns, though he knows they’re empty words. “She’s mine.”

“She could have been,” Cazador says. “You chose not to make her yours. I so graciously granted you the freedom you seek, and you squandered it, silly little spawn.” His fingers crawl up farther her legs, turning her stomach; Astarion, she could handle, but not Cazador—anything but him, but this.

It’s when Cazador’s eyes wander, looking over her like he’s about to devour her, that Astarion’s self-restraint lapses again. He raises the blade in hand and moves to strike, but his body relents near instantly; control envelops him fully, like a cold, piercing embrace.

“Sit down, worm,” commands Cazador, exerting his pull, compelling Astarion to the ground on his knees and sending the dagger across the floor.

It’s the first time Astarion’s felt this power for months, though it feels like years, their journey long and grueling. He felt so far away from Cazador’s control, almost safe, especially after he hadn’t felt the call of his master once they’d taken care of the Absolute.

All along, Cazador had been messing with him, he realizes that now. He should have known it earlier. Cazador is nothing but simple, of course it was a game—when the sun burned him, he should have seen that nothing had changed, that his master was simply waiting for the right time.

“Have I taught you nothing? Second, thou shalt obey me in all things,” Cazador repeats the second rule, hammering in his lessons; soon he’d remind Astarion of them with more than words. “You shame me, child, you’ve truly forgotten my power.”

Astarion will never forget his power or his rules again. Cazador practically rips the clothes off Tav, fierce and empowered by the whimpers and pathetic face plastered across his favorite spawn. A shudder wracks through her, wishing Astarion had gone through with putting her to the blade; doesn’t he know what Cazador is capable of, after two centuries? Couldn’t he have known and saved her from this?

The worst part is how she’s merely a thing to be used to punish him; Cazador doesn’t care to hurt her, he cares to hurt his spawn the most demoralizing way he knows how. He seeks to tear Astarion down into nothing. He could simply move on with the ritual and kill them both, but it wouldn’t be enough.

She glues her eyes shut and closes her ears as Cazador shifts beneath her; the sound of a zipper passes right through her as her mind uncouples from her body. Astarion hears it clearly, and for the first time in a very, very long while, he weeps; he weeps and he watches the thing he loves most be destroyed, and he blames himself for it all.

When Astarion tries to avert his eyes, Cazador is quick to remind him of the next rule; “Third, thou shalt not leave my side unless directed.”

Today he is compelled to watch, and he cannot even daydream or wander out of body. Cazador’s orders control him, mind and body fully, holding him still and attentive. Tav cries in a way she hadn’t when he’d ruined her himself; even then, when he’d turned animalistic and given up his body to instinct, she’d accepted him and forgiven him.

She will never forgive him for this, and he wouldn’t deserve it. He’d lost his nerve so easily to her tears and a selfish hunger and subjected her to a worse fate. He should have listened to her when she said to leave. Cazador never intended to let her go, and he’d never have it in him to hurt her the way his master wanted. At least if he’d left, he wouldn’t have to witness it now. At least one of them would have made it out.

“Tav,” he says, desperately calling out to her, wanting to hear anything but the sobs and merciless echoes of skin on skin.

“No,” she answers, her will whittled down to less than zero. She doesn’t want his words of comfort or his touch or even his love; she wants to be left alone, to never be touched again, by anyone.

Cazador doesn’t have to say the last rule. Astarion already knows it’s coming—the whole spectacle is a sadistic affirmation that Cazador owns him and that he will be broken.

“Fourth, thou shalt know that thou art mine,” he says meekly, transfixed by the sight ahead. “Master.”

Will their friends come for them—what few they have left? If they do, will it be too late?

#non con #dead dove fic #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #bg3 astarion #astarion #astarion fanfic #bg3 fanfiction #astarion x tav #tav x astarion #astarion fic #my fanfic

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electricbluebutterflies · 1 year

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an abrupt kiss that you melt into after a moment of hesitation with marc/layla please <3

Post-series, PG-ish, also on ao3. It's been a hot moment since I've written these babes (honestly Layla has her shit together far more than I have lately) and I missed them.

It’s different, after.

They are always adjusting, Layla thinks, always becoming something new. She’d be bored with quiet, so why should her marriage be any different? But this sense of temporary closure, of an ending she cannot fully believe is an ending but at least it’s a break from spending too much of her mental energy wanting to kill a god, is…

It’s different, and she’s not entirely sure the latest change of circumstances is actually an improvement.

Too much of her life put into this love, she justifies, and too much offered in return. A different apartment but at least a familiar city, and she works more and the guys work less and… the part where she now technically has multiple partners is not the problem, let her make that abundantly clear, it’s just an adjustment period at worst. Both of them are good people and both of them adore her, and beyond that Layla is willing to put up with more than she suspects most women would, and-

If there is one downside to this current era of her life, it is that the physical side has come to a very screeching halt.

Her expectations have always been fairly low – more time apart than together does that to a relationship, and all she’s ever asked was to be warned if there were other lovers and as far as she knows there never were and… fine, Marc has apparently developed a real capacity for lying to her about things he shouldn’t, but she still trusts that boundary. There is no doubt in her mind that if either of the guys decided to get all over someone else, for whatever reason, she would find out. Just as they have found out, within a reasonable time frame, about the couple of time she’s had to kiss different people to get her further with a job over the past few months. Even though that doesn’t even count as dishonoring her marriage as far as she’s concerned. Even though-

Distance is one thing. A functionally dead bedroom when she’s home is another.

It takes two bodies to end up in that state, and she knows she’s not helping but it doesn’t seem right to initiate anything when she’s not sure what’s okay anymore. Being tactile is one thing – the guys still want to hold her and play with her hair and do all the innocent things, and if she’s patient that could become enough. Anything explicitly intimate, on the other hand…

She comes back home after one of those jobs, the kind she thought would take a week but no try three and multiple near-death experiences mixed in there and the hippo goddess in the background of her mind wanted to fight a few people for other reasons and Layla is trying her hardest to keep some boundaries there too, and she’s half tempted to try to melt into the couch and show off her lack of new scars later but instead-

Hands on her face, familiar mouth on hers, and for a moment she is in perfect shock, for a moment she has to actually think about which of them is kissing her. Same body but different physicality, she reminds herself, and she knows this, knows one of the options very well and-

She melts. It has been multiple months since her husband has tried to make out with her, and she can yell at him afterwards – yell at both of them, probably – and she melts. Hands drift up in her hair with the right caution and she’s done all of this so many times but not recently, and she wants to be more pissed off about that than she actually is right now, and-

“Don’t do that to me,” she breathes when they part for air. “Don’t… don’t make me want you any more than I already do, it’s bad enough-“

“That was okay?”

Layla laughs, full-body overwhelmed by how ridiculous her life is sometimes. “You have to ask?! Do you have any idea how much I-“

“I wasn’t sure if-“

Isn’t it just like them, she thinks, to overestimate each other’s boundaries and end up in a state of minor disaster. “I… I wasn’t sure what was okay. What’s going on in your head anymore and-“

He kisses her again and it’s enough to remind her that no matter how many questionable choices he makes that wreak havoc on her life, at least there’s always good intent. Always that near-absolute love justifying whatever way he’s trying to protect her, always-

“That was okay,” Marc repeats, this time not a question.

“That was a lot more than okay.”

They’ll adjust. They always do. Until then…

“Is this okay too?” he asks, fingertips on the top button of her jacket.

She can never stay mad at him for too long. No matter how deserved. Not when the aftermath of her frustrations is normally this good.

“Keep going and I’ll tell you when to stop.”

She doesn’t.

#ebf writes fic #layla x marc #marc x layla #moonscarab #queue

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