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givemea-dam-break · 1 year

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im a sucker for lockwood x reader angst and i mean angry confessions, miscommunication and the “go ahead and leave then. everyone does, it wouldnt be a surprise if u did too” 😩😩😩

a/n: AHHHHH yes!! i'm so sorry this has taken so long to be written, and the fact I've been inactive for a week or two - it's been assignment week so i needed to focus on that unfortunately, but i hope you enjoy this! angst is my favourite thing to write lol. unfortunately, there's not much miscommunication in this, but i hope I've ticked the other boxes :)

warnings: angst, language gn reader

"Will you say something?"

You keep your head turned, staring out of the night cab's rain-covered window. Your heart is pounding, filled with rage, and you're worried that if you open your mouth, it'll come spilling out and you'll say something you'll either regret or get fired for.

Lockwood was an idiot during your case. He was reckless and impulsive, and it meant that the two of you narrowly finished it with your lives and all of your limbs in good health. You would've forgiven him if it had been a one-off, but he does this almost every single time, and it's becoming a big issue.

So here you sit, arms crossed over your chest as the cab speeds along, biting your tongue. Lockwood sits across from you, watching you with those dark eyes of his while a cut oozes blood on his forehead. Any other day, you would've patched it up immediately, but tonight he'll have to cope. You've had enough.

It doesn't take long to reach Portland Row and the taxi has barely stopped when you jump out and storm off towards the house. Lockwood is delayed a few seconds, having to pay the cabbie, but he catches up easily.

"(name), come on. Talk to me."

Wordlessly, you unlock the front door, half tempted to slam it shut in his face, but this is his house. He's got more right to be here than you.

You make to angrily climb the stairs and hide out in the attic to await Lucy's return and rant to her about Lockwood, but his hand wraps around your wrist as you reach the second step, stopping you.

"Please, (name). I can't stand it."

For a minute, you just stare at him. The blood from his cut has been smeared across his forehead, and the bags under his eyes have become a little more pronounced, but your usual sympathy has disappeared, eaten away by fury.

"What do you want me to say, Lockwood? Oh, it's okay that you almost killed yourself being so reckless tonight. You're my knight in shining armour. Or, how about: I know you promised to be reasonable tonight to make amends for all the other times you've almost killed yourself, and you didn't end up being reasonable, but I forgive you."

He looks at you, his gaze soft. His eyes are desperate, but he's got you talking which was his goal. It seems that the context of the conversation doesn't matter all that much to him.

But you don't care.

"Every single case," you say, trying to keep yourself from raising your voice, "has ended the same. We almost die or get seriously injured because you get reckless. I get it. You're trying to save us, and, believe me, Lockwood, I'm grateful for that, but what would happen if you died? Who would protect us then? Because all of this - you throwing yourself in the face of danger for us - will mean nothing if you die."

"I'm not going to let you guys get hurt," Lockwood says, and there's an undertone in his voice that gives you a clue to how he's feeling. He's getting irritated.

Good.

"And I thank you for that," you say. "But this is constant. Do you ever stop to think what we'd feel if you died? We'd be lost, Lockwood. Not to mention jobless."

"What am I meant to do? Let you get hurt? Not a chance!"

His rising anger is feeding into yours, and soon it'll be a raging fire, ready to burn everything in its wake. You have half a mind to let it loose, to tell him exactly how you feel about his stupidity, but you reign it in for now.

"Don't you hear me? I said I'm grateful that you try to keep us safe, but not at the cost of your own life!" You tear your wrist out of his grasp, breathing heavily. "Just take a minute to imagine this: you die on a case, and we have to deal with the body. We have to watch you die, and then we have to ignore the grief to not only finish the case but also make sure your body is taken away safely, that you're given a funeral. After that, a lifetime of grief and regret and denial, hoping you step through that fucking door one more time! Of all people, I thought you'd know what that kind of thinking does to a person."

His gaze hardens. "Watch yourself."

The laugh that escapes your lips is humourless. "Right, okay. I forgot. We don't talk about that topic because you're not ready, and that's fine. But it'll be me that has the burden when you die. Then George and Lucy will have to figure out how to cope, too. But we don't have a room to hide your memories away in, Lockwood. We live in a house surrounded by you."

You climb up a few stairs and point at a photo on the wall. "These pictures? They can be stashed away, but the feeling of you can't. Your soul has practically been embedded into the walls, the floor, the ceiling. Nowhere we go in this house will allow us to escape the memory of you."

His face is a little red as he watches you. He's angrier than you've ever seen him.

"So leave then."

The words feel like a punch to the stomach. "What?"

"If you're so sick of it, if the thought of my possible death is too much, then leave. Everyone does. It wouldn't surprise me if you did."

It takes all of your willpower not to scream at him. Instead, chest filled with the pressure of your fury, you make your way back down the stairs until you're eye to eye with Lockwood. He's breathing heavily now, too, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he watches you, eyes blazing with anger but also something else... Guilt?

"You don't get to say that," you growl. "I have been here for you since the beginning. I helped you set this company up. I helped you get it licenced, and I was the one who sweet-talked our way into getting full DEPRAC insurance. I have supported every stupid decision you've made. I've questioned you, but I never pushed. And yet, you still have the gall to say that you wouldn't be surprised by me leaving?"

The anger is so strong that tears threaten to cloud your eyes, but you push them down. You will not cry.

"I've tried my hardest to make sure you stay alive." The waver in your voice is embarrassing, but something in Lockwood cracks at the sound of it. "All I do is make sure you stay alive because you're all I've had for years. I've always cared for you. I've sat and patched you up night after night because I care about you - shit, I love you, Lockwood! I always have! So, don't you even dare suggest that I would ever leave. It's as good as insulting my parents' graves."

At that, you turn on your heel and storm up the stairs, leaving Lockwood standing at the bottom.

It takes a while for you to calm down.

After cleaning yourself of all specks of blood and dirt, you change into clean clothes and sink down onto your bed, closing your eyes and trying to slow the thrumming of your heart. Your hands are shaking from a mix of rage and sadness, but they lie on your chest, easing as your heart rate slows.

It takes all of your willpower to try and not think about one of the last things you said to Lockwood - that you love him - but it proves to be harder than it should be. You didn't lie. In your years of knowing Lockwood, you've grown close to him, something that had been hard originally because of your lack of trust in people, but he charmed his way right into your life. Every smile, every touch of your fingers left your heart racing and your mind hoping, begging, that he felt the same.

Now, though, after that argument, you're almost entirely convinced that he doesn't.

When George and Lucy arrive back at the house, you trudge downstairs to the kitchen where everyone awaits to discuss the cases. Lucy's already made you a cup of tea that you accept gratefully as you sit down at the far end of the table.

Away from Lockwood.

The change in your seating is noted by everyone, your usual chair left empty beside Lockwood's at the head of the table. George frowns, glancing between you and Lockwood, and Lucy gives you a look that you ignore.

"It was a phantasm where we were," you say, scribbling away at the thinking cloth. "Well, there was that, and then there was a very angry Wraith as well. Murder victims. We dealt with them quickly."

George's eyes find the plaster on Lockwood's head, much less neatly applied than it would've been had you patched him up.

"Rawbones for us," Lucy says, sipping her tea. There's a patch on the sleeve of her jacket that smokes slightly, burned by plasm. "George found the source - a manky old mug. Made no sense. Skull was no use, either. I think he's mad at me."

"Again?" Lockwood asks. His voice isn't entirely there. "What did you do this time?"

"I didn't do anything. He's just a little prick."

You bite your tongue to stop yourself from making a snide comment. The others are watching you carefully, easily picking up on your mood, but they don't bring it up.

Lockwood's eyes haven't left you this entire time. He's trying to communicate in that silent way you both developed after years of friendship, but you tear your gaze away from his, pushing down the re-emerging fury in your chest.

"Well, we're all alive," Lockwood says, laying emphasis on the final word. "Let's get a good night's sleep. We've got a meeting tomorrow with another client."

Lucy and George get up immediately as if they were waiting for a cue to leave. They're gone in seconds, closing the kitchen door behind them. It makes no difference. You silently sip your tea, still scribbling away. Your little mess of lines has turned into an angry face.

"(name) -"

You stand, making to leave the kitchen with your mug in hand, but Lockwood blocks the door.

Staring up at him, you scowl. "Excuse me, Anthony."

There's a little smirk playing on his lips. "Using my first name? I suppose I am in trouble."

"It's nice that you think this is funny, but I certainly don't. Now, let me get past so I can go to bed. I've had enough of today."

"Please, wait." He looks down at you, his eyes soft. He doesn't seem angry anymore - that makes one of you. "Can we just... talk?"

Against your better judgement, you turn and sit back in your seat, placing one of your feet on the seat and resting your head on your knee. You're tired. Not just from the case, but from being angry.

"I'm sorry, okay?" Lockwood says, and you know he's genuine. "I saw that Wraith coming for you, and I couldn't just stand there and let you get hurt."

You sigh, more exhausted than mad now. "That's not the problem, Lockwood. You do this in every single case, even when there's no need to. Half the time, I'm not sure whether it's because you want to protect us or if it's because you want an excuse to die." Your voice catches a little.

He falters, not expecting that. Part of you wants to feel good about catching him off guard, but the topic quenches any of it. You've spent countless nights worrying that you would get up in the morning only to find Lockwood not there or scared that you'd end a case leaning over his dead body.

No one should ever have to think like that.

"I care about you a lot," you say, running a hand over your face. "You know that. But I don't think it has ever occurred to you how badly it'd affect me if you died. And, I know, I'm being selfish, but I don't want to have to live in a world without you in it."

He's silent for a moment. "I'm sorry - about what I said earlier. I didn't mean it."

You barely have the willpower to shrug. "We were both angry. People say stuff they don't mean when they'd angry."

"So, you don't mean what you said? About loving me?"

It's hard to not look at him, but you focus your gaze on the thinking cloth, tracing the messy writing and doodles with your fingers. There are a few coffee and tea stains covering it.

"I meant it." Your mouth feels dry, so you take another sip of your tea. "I meant everything."

The only sound is of both of your breathing and Lockwood's foot tapping rhythmically on the tiled floor. He's nervous.

"I don't expect you to feel the same," you clarify. "To be honest, I hadn't meant to say it right then. If I had my way, I wouldn't have said it at all unless I was sure you felt the same. But, it's out there now."

Lockwood's chair screeches against the floor and, suddenly, he's kneeling beside you, moving so that he can catch your eyes. That stupid grin of his has parted his lips. His hand grasps yours softly, and you can feel his pulse faintly. It's faster than it should be.

"Don't look so smug," you grumble. "I don't forgive you, so I don't see what you have to be cocky about."

His grin only widens. "I'll show you what."

And then his lips have captured yours.

It's a short kiss, no longer than a few seconds, but it's enough to have your stomach performing a whole gymnastics routine. The anger in your chest slowly fades away until it's nothing but a small prickle, still there but nowhere near as powerful as it was.

His lips are startlingly soft, but, really, you wouldn't put it past him to be applying chapstick every waking second. He always wants to be camera-ready. Your eyes have fluttered shut, and, by the feeling of his lashes brushing your cheeks, it seems his have also. You wonder if his brain is throwing a party, too.

When he pulls away, you find yourself wanting more. Instead, you press your forehead against his, shutting your eyes tightly for a moment.

"If that wasn't enough to convince you to stop being so self-sacrificing on cases, I honestly don't know what will."

He laughs, and the sound has your heart soaring. "I'll try my best, but if you need saving, I'll most definitely come to save you. I am your 'knight in shining armour' after all."

His gaze is already locked on yours when you open your eyes again. The darkness of his eyes entraps you, and it's impossible to look away.

"Will you forgive me?"

A sly smile curves your lips. "Maybe if you kiss me more."

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creepy-friday · 1 year

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u cant believe how obsessed i am with your writing😩 Please never stop posting

Since i am a Masky sucker i wanted to ask:

how would he react if he made Reader genuinely smile and/or laugh. What would be going through his head

No rude comments from both sides for ONCE.

Just them having a VERY rare healthy moment with eachother

is that even possible...?😔

AWWW THANK YOU!!!

a genuine soft moment between the reader and Masky?It's totally possible,he's still human and beyond all the sour layers he has,mf still has a heart

After all he still laughs with Hoodie and jokes around with him like he used to before his arrival in the forest,so I totally can see him being able to to do it with someone else as well

Both of you were having a walk in the forest,it wasn't for a mission but just a simple walk that both of you decided it's to "make sure everything is good and all"

"This is the place most demons can be found." you said,finally taking a break and leaning on a tree,next to the masked man.

He nodded,getting the pack of cigarettes out of his jacket "so uh,are demons like fire resistant or some shit?" he asked,multiple clicks being heard as he tried to make his lighter work, burning his finger in the process "ah fuck!it seems not." he hissed,immediately losing the smoke on the grass,making you giggle in the process.

He looked at you as a chuckle escaped his mouth as well.His eyes kept on being fixated on your expression for a while,until he realised you were staring back at him."well,maybe a sign to quit smoking.I wouldn't,but still" he continued,fixing his already unmoved mask,almost as he was afraid of losing it in the moment.

"Should we move?" he asked,trying to not let the moment get any sort of tension."Let's stay for a while.It's quite out there." you responded.

"Yeah,it is." he suddenly peeled his eyes off of yours and looked at the lost cigar on the ground.

"so..are they?" you asked him.

"demons?" he raised an eyebrow below the mask."you tell me"

"you tell me." you smiled at him,looking for a second on the ground,at the lost object.

"Hah" and he smiled back,this time his hands not touching the mask while his eyes for once betrayed the cold display he always seemed to have

#marble hornets tim #tim wright #tim wright x reader #masky creepypasta x reader #masky x reader #creepypasta headcanons #masky headcanons #creepypasta masky headcanons #creepypasta x reader #creepypasta #marble hornets #marble hornets x reader

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ouabhlover · 6 months

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acftl moments that broke my heart😩🩷

"The Greatest Love Story Ever Told: The True and Unabridged History of Evangeline Fox and Prince Apollo Titus Acadian."

Have we met before?" she asked. "Do I know you?" "No, I don't usually play with things that easily break."

"Jacks had always considered himself more of a sadist than a masochist. He enjoyed inflicting pain, not receiving it."

"He'd never understood why someone would watch another person sleep... Until her. He considered setting the room ablaze just so that he'd have a reason to pick her up and carry her out, to save her one last time, before he left her for good.”

"Jacks had thought Time would take something from him. He hadn't thought it would take it from her."

"The only weapon Evangeline had was the jeweled dagger Jacks had given her. It was tucked into a little green velvet belt that circled the waist of her gown, and she told herself if she saw him again, she wouldn't hesitate to use the bIade.”

"Evangeline's lost memories seemed like an inconsequential price to pay when compared to her life. But even though she was alive again, Jacks would never forget seeing her die, feeling her go lifeless in his arms."

"What are you to mef" she asked. "Nothing."

"There is no we. I know who you are!" Evangeline finally tore her hands free, reared back, and pointed her d4 gger directly at his heart. He could see in her eyes that she believed it was the right thing, to end him. "I deserve this"

"It was better to hurt her, better to break her heart, to do whatever he needed to do, to keep her alive and to keep her away from him."

“Please, Little Fox, remember." "I'm sorry, I can't remember."

"Jacks had so badly wanted to tell her that he couldn't even remember what Donatella looked like, that Evangeline's face was the only one he saw whenever he closed his eyes, that he would go with her anywhere... if he could."

"So, this is your best day?" He quickly opened the door leading out of the Hollow as if he couldn't away fast enough. Yet Evangeline saw a flicker of pain in his eyes, as if It also hurt him to leave.

“I lied, I do wish that we could have had a different ending. Goodbye, Evangeline."

"I can't do this," he said roughly. This close she could see his eyes were glossy red around their edges. It almost looked like... blood?

"It wasn't a letter of love. In fact, it was quite the opposite. And yet he'd read it again and again. He'd carried it with him, close to his heart. Her words or rather, the words of the girl she'd been."

"Jacks probably told himself he was doing something right, something noble by sacrificing his heart to protect her."

"Jacks wasn't safe. He came with no promises of a happily ever after. If anything, he guaranteed the opposite. He didn't believe that heroes got happy endings."

"No!" Jacks cried "No!" Jacks screamed. "Not again!"

"I'm broken. I like to break things. Sometimes I want to break you."

"Then break me, Jacks."

"For once I want to do the right thing. I can't do this. I can't watch you dle again."

"Being yours does not make you mine."

"But today, Jacks was failing at letting her go. He wanted to keep her pressed to the floor beneath him. He would have set the world on fire and then let it all burn just to keep holding her like this.”

“she probably looked awful as well. "You could never look awful."

"She was still in love with Jacks, and yet both past and present Evangeline felt as if they'd lost him."

"Only it wasn't an apple. It was his heart. Evangeline's own heart broke a little at the sight of him, tossing his heart scarelessly as if it were a bit of fruit that he'd dispose of, instead of something unspeakably precious and beautiful."

"Jacks had his heart. She had Jacks.”

“They were in love. This was everything she wanted. This was happily ever after. But the problem with happily ever after is that it's more of an idea than a reality."

"Let me go, Evangeline."

"she'd forgotten was one thing more important than all the rest, more Important than anything. There was something absolutely vital she needed to tell someone."

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touchoflaughter · 1 month

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IRL Tickle Story Time!

Read below the cut 🤭⤵️

So this one’s about my really good childhood friend that’s still one of my closest friends.

Yesterday we’ve been on a walk with my dog and I teased him about something he just said while putting my arm around his shoulders. He put his arm around my waist, as if he wanted to be chummy and hug me back but instead he deceitfully got back at me by squeezing my side as many times as possible, before I managed to get away.

Well I let him get away with it since I started the little argument but he really wanted to test the limits that evening!

Later, my bf had friends over as well but they had a game going on in the room next to us, we decided to play some Mario Cart.

He gave me some pokes here and there randomly. Not that he needed a distraction. Tickling me has always been his little entertaining program. I have to admit that I sucked, even without the distraction. I didn’t win one single match. Tbh I’m not used to being the loser. Not at all. I realized, I suck at loosing even more than at the game when I threw my body upon him mid game, to block his sight. He wasn’t amused about my cheating attempt and tried to fight me off while keeping his lead. But no matter what he tried, I stayed on top of him, catching up slowly but surely. Ofc he couldn’t let that happen so he threw his controller away for a sec and clawed into my sides aggressively: “Off of me, cheater!”

Now I had to give up and hurried away. (Not so) Fun Fact: I actually lost even this game and got pretty fed up when he laughed at me, saying that I wouldn’t even have a chance cheating.

Like, excuse me?? Never make fun of a sore loser!

I threw a pillow at him, that hit his face just perfectly. I may be bad at Mario Cart but I’m a champion when it comes to being a pain in the a$$ 😈

But did I consider that he’s not only an experienced martial artist and power lifter but also a member of the special operations forces? I did not.

He slowly turned his head into my direction with a warning glance on his face and I knew I was screwed. I immediately thought about Jon (my bf) and his friends next door. He tolerates my friend but I got the feeling he never liked him much, because he once had a crush on me (that has probably never gone away completely). So Jon would definitely hate the sight of me being pinned down and tickled by him. I had to do everything in my powers to prevent him from tickling me. Since can’t keep my mouth shut when being tickled and Jon would notice.

When I still tried to think about a solution, the first pillow hit me with so much power, I lost my balance and fell on my back. He immediately fired four more pillows at me, then he grabbed my arm to trap me in an ‘armbar’ (a Jiu-Jitsu technique). Luckily I knew this technique pretty well, since it was my favorite move when I performed this martial art years ago. So I knew exactly how to dodge it. I easily slipped out of his grip and pounced on him: “Are you actually trying to defeat me with Jiu Jitsu?!”

I threw a pillow in his face and laughed: “You should’ve known better!”

“Right.”, he snarled and I felt his hands at my sides again. Oh no.

I tried to keep my mouth shut while getting off of him but he followed me and immediately turned the tables by pouncing on me. A few seconds later he was sitting on my waist, almost choking me with a pillow and I knew too damn well what would happen next. So I had to act even faster: I blindly grabbed him by the waist and started scribbling over his stone hard torso.

Guys I’m so weak for strong, tough men crumbling down because of a little tickling 🫠 it really got me when he was forced to let go of me only to get away from my wiggling fingers. It was the cutest! 😩 I grow a huge liking for being the Ler these days 🥰 He was giggling and squealing like a little kid.

I was floating on cloud nine and would’ve loved to go on but he quickly disappeared and I knew he’d overpower me and tickle me to hell and back if I dare to attack him again. So we made a peace agreement but it was kinda revealing how quickly he raised the white flag when I tickled him. I guess I gotta try again soon 🤭

After a while I finally won my first (and last 😩) game and right when I celebrated my great victory he pounced on me to destroy it with a tickle attack. Who’s the sore loser now, huh? I only won one single time and he couldn’t take it!

As you can see our friendship has plenty of space for tickling and I guess it’s time I take part more actively since he’s definitely the most ticklish of all of my friends and therefore the easiest target, despite all that muscle. Wish me luck 🍀🤞🏽

X Aphro

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mikeysbabygirl · 2 years

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I got an idea for a fic, no pressure babe, everything you write is amazing anyway 😩💕. Ok so i was thinking about depressed! reader and sanzu or baji (whoever fits the concept better) . So the idea is: you can't break what's already broken. So basically the reader is totally unimpressed and disgusted with their advances because she lost color in her life and hates herself. You can make it a happy ending or angst ( please make the boys suffer if you pick this one 👀) .

That's it, thank you ILYSM 💕

To fan his flame

Warning : 18+ Minors DNI. Mention of depression, angst, violence, explicit smut, bike race ( DO NOT TRY THIS AT HOME ) ,slight mention of self harm, please stay safe, ask for help if you need it.

Hello baby ! Thanks for all your feedbacks you're so sweet ILY 🖤 so that's my first time writing for Baji, I hope I didn't screwed his character...

Through a piercing glare, his brown eyes scanned both of you, sitting on the chairs in front of him. You gulped down discreetly, eyeing the man next to you who wore a careless expression.

-" What do you have to say for yourself ?"

-" It's Baji's fault. "

-" Funny, I already heard that one " that one scoffed as you showered him in your darkest glare. " I was only tryna get you to talk to me" .

-" And you thought the best option was to set her neighbor's yard on fire ?"

-" Well now she talks to me " Baji retorted in his usual cocky tone, the man in the uniform shot him an exasperated glance before turning toward you.

-" And you're gonna tell me racing at 130 was his fault too ?"

-" Yes !" You exclaimed, the policeman crossed his arms and leaned against his chair, an exhausted look on his face. " Look, officer, it's a long story-".

-" we have plenty of time, I'm sure no one's gonna bail you out at 2 a.m. Go 'head. "

The first step deciphering that pandemonium would be traveling some months ago. Baji's dream has always been to open his own petshop, and he succeeded. What first started as a small business with his two best friends turned into the most famous pet shop in Tokyo.

If you ask people what you may find in a petshop, they would say pets, buddies, love. As for you, life has never been kind to you. Therefore even in such a haven, it brought you trouble, wrapped in two sharp canines and wavy jet-black hair.

One less minute in that petshop, and all the next month's rollercoaster could have been avoided. If only you had vaccinated those cats faster, but no, with that pretty gratuitous karma you have been carrying since forever, you had to meet him right before his blond friend could pay you.

-" Go 'head, Chifuyu, 'm gonna take care of it".

You remembered you were already tense, something about his smirk, his damn sharp teeth didn't put you at ease. As he walked around the counter to take the money out of the till, you took off your vet white coat and shoved that one carefully in your bag, yet he took a wide-eyed glance out of you when you felt his fingertips grazing against the straps of your top.

-" The actual fuck ?"

There, eyeing your top you figured out he slipped the bills between your straps and your skin, as if one would do with a stripper, on his face there was a cocky smirk. Taking those ones from where he placed them, you noticed along with the bills was a small paper with a phone number on it.

-" Seriously ? " You deadpanned, Baji leaned against the counter on his elbows, flashing his teeth. His eyelashes fluttering slightly when his gaze drifted toward your chest before quickly going back to your face.

-" Just my way to say you're cute enough to fuck with me someday" along with a playful wink, he dragged you out of your numb state.

-" Fine. "

You wore an impassive expression as you took out your lighter from your jean pocket, and that might be where it all started.

It could have been the way you set those bills and paper on fire, or how the flames shone through your ice-cold gaze, one glimpse was enough to get his thrill-seeking soul warming like water, mesmerized by the dancing flames in your eyes.

-" This is my way to tell you I'm not interested. "

And you walked away, unimpressed, after dropping the burning bills on the counter in front of him. All it took was a wildflower through a blaze to get him thinking about you that night.

Cold as you were, water would be to extinguish fire, but you were only there to fan his flame. Throughout all your visits at the petshop, you somehow got along with two of them, namely Chifuyu and Kazutora. They were nice, gentle, let you do your job with the pets and didn't pushed you to talk when you didn't felt like it, which was kind of an all the time thing. It was not like you meant to be aloof or anything, people often don't understand how hard it is to let people in again after seeing how a single one could shatter you like a house of cards.

However, for an oddball as Baji Keisuke, it goes in one ear and out the other. At first it wore the disguise of a challenge, his friends would not stop laughing everytime you pushed him away or just deadpanned at one of his advances, needless to say it was refreshing for them. Women would always fall under the spell of the wildness emanating from him, Chifuyu and Kazutora even came to wonder whether you were into men or not, as cliché as it seemed no one ever refused Baji Keisuke, and something happened.

For the raw man, primal, the race was always about winning. An adrenalin-addict, he has been since forever, fights, races, and you had seemed beyond his reaches which resulted in him thinking mord often about you, then having frantic heartbeats whenever you would visit to do your job, and God did he liked the rush.

-"Ew, did you just... Touched my hand ?"

-" it's a hand, not an ass, chill. "

He would say smirking, after accidentally brushing his hand against yours as you would be examining one of the cats.

-" Ya know, I heard having sex can improve the mood, 'cause of all the hormones and shit."

-" Hm, so you're telling me you can actually read, like something which's not pictures ? Of naked women on red shiny bikes ?"

-" Wait what the hell do you mean I can't read ?"

Throughout the time, you had learned he was none but a dynamite stick. Again, your cold demeanor, against all odds only fueled his flame.

Those few seconds where your disinterest would take the best of him were a sort of consolation for all the times he did bothered you, it was particularly funny to watch him lose it.

-" Take it as you want" You had shrugged, in no time a wave of manly cologne crashed on you, clenched jaw, white knuckles around your collar that he held, in a bloodcurdling indifference you had watched the flames dancing in his eyes.

-" You think you can just run that pretty mouth of yours whenever you want? "

He dived deep in your Arctic-like cold ocean as you leaned closer, only inches away from his face. He could feel your breathe hitting his lips, see no end for the gaping hole in your eyes, hear it echoing.

-" As long as it would take you to understand, you do not phase me, Baji Keisuke. "

A tune up would be in order, this was not about the challenge, not anymore. Rather for the mix of ire and thrill pumping through his blood everytime you were around, about seconds, those of expectation where he would hope to get something out of you, other than an empty glance.

Something about the sunshine must have been different that day, the one where you saw him in a whole new light. Talking about the rays, those ones seeped through the room's window straight to kiss his silk-like hair, one or two seconds where you'd allowed yourself to watch him better as he approached you and the cat you struggled to keep from moving.

-" You look pathetic, lemme help ya ". His fingertips brushed against yours as he took the cat in his hands, keeping him still as you took off the syringe.

-" I could've just done it myself " you avoided his gaze, getting closer to the both, hearing a " tch " falling from his mouth. You ran a hand through your hair before starting, Keisuke watched your hair locks falling around your focused face, kissed by the sun, your light-bathed eye color glancing at him from time to time to ensure his grip around the pet, at one point he could have sworn that he had seen them soften as the cat winced in pain.

-" there you go, buddy ".

He put the pet back, and couldn't help a scoff eyeing the bleeding scratch the cat left previously on your hand before he came to help you.

-" It doesn't always has to be just you and yourself, ya know. "

He saw you stopping in your track, your eyes trailing down with a certain urgence in them, your heart beat faster screaming to pull your sleeve down, not fast enough for his sharp glance to catch the horizontal lines scars on the inner skin of your wrist.

Definitely not a cat one, he had deduced with a certain sorrow taste in his mouth. Damn the adrenalin, damn your push and pull game, what his body ached to do at the realization was to hold you close enough to put all of your pieces back together.

Regretfully, those hands have been sculpted to harm, not to hold. Those eyes to scare not to comfort. He knew he could've crashed you down, too rough, too loud, he was not the best for that.

On another hand, all your anxiety got removed as a burden from your shoulders when he started walking out of the room, you were glad he spared you the usual " do you wanna talk about it?" Along with the pity laced in the voice tone.

However...

-" I'm not saying this shit 'cause I wanna get inside your pants" your eyes drifted toward him, he had his back to you, hair slightly flying to the light wind, peering at you from the corner of a bronze eye.

-" But you're a damn badass. "

His words seemed to fly around, until wrapping around your tight throat. A stabbing pain in the heart and a warmth spreading in your chest, he wrapped you in a closed-eyes smile for the few seconds where he turned his head toward you.

- " And if you tell anyone I said this I'll snap your neck, but fuck I'm proud of ya".

A game changer, it was all that it took, for a night under the covers, staring at the ceiling where you would be questioning everything your mind had been whispering about him the last months. Through the darkest corners of your head it shone for days, you loathed yourself for not being able to take it out of your head, yet...

He didn't said he was sorry for you, didn't took pity on you, and whatever was it that he thought about you, he didn't let you perceive a single glance of it, thankfully. All along, Baji Keisuke wore the label of an empty hunk, a rowdy insufferable one, and suddenly two words were hurricane-strong to blow that coat in the air, and there he was, soul-naked for your eyes only willingly revealing his clumsy yet somehow, kind of, maybe soft spot.

To tell whether you'd have preferred him to keep the act or not was a harder fight, you were not even able to figure out which part of him was the act, the one you despised, or the one... The other, in short.

Often there is times where life, fate would throw you somewhere, or stir a knife in an old wound. You'd call it cruel, and curse whoever wrote the plan because you'd have your eyes so glued on the pain of the knife that you wouldn't even notice it was only a way of removing it, start the healing process.

The butterfly effect, small things building up to greater ones, it could have been a shape of fate, for that night at least.

The first time you met her, was at the emotions anonymous,a sort of support group providing locals and help to improve individual's mental health. It started with sharing some cigarettes, a word or two after the session since she was just as you, not very talkative. Then it built up to having a drink at the coffee next to the local, both of you ended up revealing your names and exchanging your numbers, though she was way older than you . Often as it gets in such situations, one thing led to another, and there you were today at Ryoko's birthday party.

For once in twenty lifetimes, you had agreed to come into an event full of unknown people dressed in chic dresses and suits holding champagne glasses and talking about adulthood stressing stuffs. You did not actually interacted with anyone besides Ryoko, and decided to leave the party earlier than expected, it was getting boring to lean against the wall. You just needed to quickly powder your nose, freshen in the bathroom before leaving.

And there you were in Ryoko's bathroom, wrapped in a pretty sundress, standing mouth agape in front of no other than Baji Keisuke who as reckless as he was spilled his beer on you.

And he had the nerves to laugh.

-" Dude s-sorry... " He uttered between two uncontrolled laughters, your temporal vein almost popping up seemed to be the funniest thing he had seen in decades. " I didn't saw you but damn, you're wearing a dress, like an actual one ".

And he went into another laughter, you could have sworn that what had run through your veins was nothing but a thunderbolt, all your anti-violence resolutions were only trails left behind your fist that flew to his jaw.

The only thing you knew the next seconds you were thinking : damn if these walls could talk...

Mayhem, a new gate to hell have been opened that day. One floor higher than the soft music downstairs and the mundane conversations, a gateway to the netherworld. When in that parallel universe women and men were slow dancing, a hand that should be around your waist have been replaced by his grabbing your dress neckline, and yours was holding his collar instead of resting at the back of his neck.

His mother raised him better than to hit a woman, he would never. Yet his sharp glare on yours spoke of a thousand ways to tame you, while yours coldly kept the eye contact. God did the punch against his sharp jaw ached through your fist, but the small bleeding split on his lip was the most effective analgesic.

-" swear to fucking God, the things I'm holding back right now... "

Where he usually was loud, his newly low tone was danger dripping. Never ever had a gaze creeped inside every cell of you the way his did, faces ridiculously close, his fingertips unnecessarily brushing against your skin as he held your neckline.

-" Why ? 'cause I'm a woman and can't deal with a blow ?"

Your heart skipped a beat, he shifted his eyes away from you, flashed a toothy grin and echoed a low chuckle, only to come back even closer to your face.

-" The least of your worries would be a punch right now. "

Seeing his sly smile, you couldn't help but shake your head and curl a tiny one, which he hadn't missed and gulped down discreetly as for the first time your eyes shone with something else than anger. Some missed heartbeats later and his gaze drifted toward the small hollow between your parted lips, you did the same, and although every braincell of yours screamed how wrong it was, damn it his blood still was staining your knuckles, calloused fingers of his wrinkling your neckline pinning you to the wall, yet your heard ached for succumbing to that pull.

-" it's the chase, hm ?"

Still knee deep in that sort of trance-like state your smile and the quick flicker in your eyes had put him in, he hummed silently.

-" The thrill of the chase. " You repeated, this time his full attention on your words. " I've been wondering why were you so hell bent on having me, you're in constant need for a challenge and I'm constantly saying no."

-" Wow-wait " tension began climbing in the air, you pushed him away from you making him frown.

-" Whether it's a bet you lost or about your male pride, the thrill won't last long after I give in. Spare yourself the extra effort. "

-" So you're giving in ?"

At one point you could've sworn you felt a tingling sensation inside that you ignored, and gasped through a breathed outraged laugh.

-" So it was a bet ?"

-" Hell no !" He tried getting closer to you, however was stopped by a glare and a raised hand between you two.

-" Then it's the thrill of the chase ?"

Keisuke's frustration appeared as a hand he ran through his hair, pulling at the roots. Last time he had been at a loss of words was a question mark honestly, yet there he was weighing the pros and cons of each sentence. What could he possibly say? When there has been a broken record in his head for days singing that sex was no more his top one intention ?

With each second passing by he saw you building back those impenetrable walls around you, slipping between his fingers again and cursed mentally because of the knot tightening in his chest. Needless to say never had his body experienced such a rollercoaster, impressive that is.

Alarm bells rang inside his mess of a head when you started walking out of the bathroom, that same voice asking him to not let you go, but again, why would he do that ? He'd never follow anyone, he was a free spirit and depended of nobody.

A free spirit, Baji Keisuke was, and it has obviously nothing to do with him chasing you through his mother's neighborhood as you walked toward your car, a minute later.

-" would you seriously cut that shit out ?"

You could easily hear his steps behind you getting closer, never turned to face him.

-" you didn't even told me how you know my moth-"

-" Mind you own damn business " one of the first time he had witnessed your tone raising slightly which took him aback, gave you enough time to climb in the car and close the door as soon as he got closer.

-" You don't get to close the fucking door on me, open. Now. " Through gritted teeth, he had demanded, placing himself in front of your car hood. You scoffed, eyeing the bulging vein in his front.

-" Get out of the way, you'll only get one warning. "

You cursed as his hand came down flat on the hood, oh that if he damaged your car in any way...

-" I'm not repeating. Get your fucking ass out-"

Good thing he had such good reflexes, otherwise he probably would be lying down half dead in the middle of the night. It came like a thunderclap, the engine roaring your rage, the few inches between his body and the hood, him jumping to the side, and you going down that road.

-" Don't say I didn't warn you. "

Driving home with the indignation heavy on your chest, you didn't even had time to figure out why in hell were you feeling so disappointed before an engine started roaring behind you.

-" Shit, what the hell ?"

Through the rear mirror, the only thing you could distinguish through the dark night was smooth hair flying to the demon's rhythm.

-" wear a helmet damn it " you cursed, his bike being a lighter weight than your car, he started chasing you closer. The pounding sensation in your heart was something you hadn't felt in years, which had you unconsciously stepping on the gas, enjoying to see his bike getting left behind.

Then it hit him hard, harder than every blow he had ever taken from Mikey, the shallow breathing and the shaking hands around his bike. How funny was it, in that moment of pure bliss where the Adrenaline should have him feeling like a God was he thinking about you ? Tasting yet the blood you drew out of his lips, running that race you initiated, you, you, you.

Keisuke rolled the throttle toward him, the number on the dash growing faster, allowing him currently to get a better look at your face, and blessed has he been to get a glimpse of that wide smile of yours, probably meant to tease him through the window yet it only set him on fire.

You both had a need, a need for speed. Smoke followed behind your two vehicles, as if tracing a way to hell.

Driving not a road but an edge of a knife, high on adrenaline and your smiling face, Baji rolled the throttle until he passed you by, and in an impulse of a crazy rush flipped his motorcycle in a way to block your way.

Your hands suddenly tightened around the steering wheel, slamming on the brake at breakneck speed and closing your eyes, waiting for an impact that never came. Which could have came at a second's notice.

-" It's been a hell of a ride !"

At the sound of his voice, your eyes opened wide. It was really only a second away, your car was so close to his bike that you were only inches away from colliding. Your blood boiling in your veins, you got out of the car and slammed the door, heading towards him.

Blame the Adrenaline rush, or his bike's light on your eyes, the night's wind on your hair, or your dress swaying at every step of yours, the truth was you had his heart beating even more than the race.

Halfway, you met, in front of your car's hood, eyes boring into each other's with the only thing between your two bodies, inches and palpable tension.

One that along with the high of the ride got you flying, too addict on that sensation to think about letting go any sooner.

-" let's get something straight. " You had snapped him out of his thoughts, only to crash him with your next words. " One night, all you gonna have with me is one night. "

One for hearing.

Two for realizing.

Three for his eyes widening.

Four for your lips meeting.

Needless to say, Baji Keisuke had that trouble taste, blood, cigarette and mint, he had that cold night ride's feel with wind in your hair when you know you shouldn't be out. His lips moved against yours, while his hands circled your waist and brought you closer. It all began the second he bit your lower lip, so your tongues could brush against each other, the next thing you knew your back was pressed against the car hood, your neck getting painted by red and purple marks.

-" Don't mark m-"

-" Focus on the feeling f'me, yeah? Good girl"

And for a second, everything stopped.

-" Wait ! " Leaning on your elbows, you had stopped him. " Did you just shushed me with a good girl ?"

-" I guess... ?" It was about gasoline and fire the minute he stretched that playful smile, about an explosion when his back suddenly hit the hood as you switched the positions in a minute of inattention, and about the heat of a thousand fires when you crashed your lips now leading the dance.

At some point, minutes and heated kisses later, grateful for the mist on the windows car for it was the only thing preventing any passerby to see your naked body, as he stripped you on the driver's seat. The desire flooding his body at the sight of your most secret parts competed with every one he has ever felt, for when his face buried in the crook of your neck and his hands reached to palm your breasts, he let go of all wheels, switching to the carnal rough instinct.

-" knew you were hot but this, Goddamn babe".

A breathed chuckle passed your lips and echoed in the car, along with a grunt of him as you rubbed your now bare crotch against his pants.

-" Say this once again and I'mma throw up on you ".

Ignoring you, Keisuke crashed you against his chest and took your lips in his. Flouting all the principles, teeth biting way too hard on your lips, hands lifting your hips to meet his bulge at a frenetic pace, because he knew no other than you could take him.

Who other than you could take him raw, untamed and uncaged? The one fist-fighting him behind closed doors, racing faster than his bike in the middle of the night, the one crying his name and coming all over his pants currently at a particular hard thrust of his bulge against her clit.

-" Fuck, that's it. Keep staining my pants, princess, keep cumming for me."

His praises helped you through your high, all along while he kept squeezing your breasts in a strength that would have anyone crying when you were only moaning his name in pure bliss.

Then it came, and it hit even harder than the first time. The minute he slipped inside you, the way your walls hugged him in, and-

-" Shit Kei... Deeper, I know you can go deeper !"

If he was in a movie then that is definitely where the fireworks would have exploded, hitting that damn spot inside you and having you biting his shoulder, you took him raw, took him as he came unwrapped and unleashed, the fingerprints on your hips, the biting marks on your neck, his wet and messy kisses on your lips, and even asked- no, demanded more. It hit hard because for once in a lifetime he had felt not only wanted but truly accepted.

-" look at you... Takin' my cock so fucking good- damn, love. You're gonna be the end o'mme !"

-" F-faster... Kei, feels so fucking good... 'm close !"

Pleas were swallowed in yet another mind-blowing kiss, chaos and bliss made one that night, in a hazy heated car, late night in the middle of a highway. Two bodies made one, then embodied mayhem and hell.

Through your hit and run to cloud nine, you exquisitely clenched around him while coming undone on him for the second time, arching your back and throwing your head, only for heaven to open its doors for him the next second.

With a gorgeous woman's naked body in front of him, what he couldn't take his eyes off was your face. How it contorted from pleasure, how your eyes shone bright even in the darkness of the night, the moan passed the swollen red lips were all he needed to fly.

Too deep engulfed in your tightening walls, he had groaned your name in loud moan before letting his head fall on the crook of your neck, high-riding like he had never done before.

-" Drain me, pretty girl. That's it, don't waste a single drop. "

He had panted against your skin, you laughed through your orgasm, collapsing against his chest, hearing how fast his heart was beating.

This is where the story ends, no happy ever after a single night, no second chances for the lost souls.

Or maybe...

-" I don't wanna hear about it. And you better find yourself a new vet, I'm not stepping inside that shop again. " Making your way out of the police station, when birds just started singing for the first sun rays, you had shouted without turning to peer at him.

He followed you on your way back to the main road since your car was home, hands shoved in his pockets totally ignoring Chifuyu behind both of you, standing still next to the police station's door.

-" That's what I get for bailing them out... "

Yet none of you actually paid attention to him, for when you reached a particular point, your back has been pressed against a tree.

-" what the fuck do you want again ?"

Only then have you noticed the change in his expression, the usual cocky spark in those bronze eyes was swallowed by a lost one, as if the man who spoke, openly, about your lovemaking on a highway to a policeman was light-years away now.

Those words he has been thinking about all the night in his cell danced across his clavicle, wrapped around his throat, that was the type of Adrenaline he wasn't a junkie of, the type of heartbeat he didn't liked, yet the one he knew he would get through, only for you.

-" That's not about the chase. "

His eyes watched you frown, tilting your head to the side, and God did he felt things when in so long he hadn't seen some interest in your eyes.

-" I might... You, might have been a challenge first. "

A scoff passed the barrier of your lips, disappointment stirring your guts to look away, but a rough hand grabbed your jaw and pulled your gaze back into his frowning one.

-" At first. But then, you... Shit" he ran a hand through his hair, frustrated, then took a step back thus releasing your face. You could see straight through the struggle he was facing and for a second thought he would give up, until he started talking again.

-" But you were just, there, everytime even when you weren't. No bitch ever had my heart beating this way, no bitch ever was worth risking to crash my bike, and you punched me-"

-" I don't see where you're tryna get at " you inquired, though wishful thinking was whispering dangerous somethings in your mind, life has slapped you way too much to got you hoping for anything.

Then something happened in the darkest corners of your fucked up mind, something about how the sun rays suddenly lightened him in the middle of nowhere, and how for the first time you'd faced a child and not a man, a sight way too holy and innocent for Baji Keisuke.

-" Look, it's probably gonna sound wrong, and I know you said I can only have one night with ya. "

A step closer, walls collapsing, hearts beating.

-" But I'm not as blind as to miss the best thing I could've had, when it's staring right back at me. And those fucking three words-"

-" Kei-"

-" Shut the fuck up".

Another step, his hand cupping your face.

Eyes on eyes, fire on ice, and his chest squeezing too much.

-" I'm not one to say those three fucking words, and neither are you. " Only a second where he took in the small smile tugging at the corner of your lips, before he resumed.

-" But I swear on my fucking life I'll make the pain better".

Guts stirring, hearts beating, hearts breaking.

-" And I'm not one to fear a storm, you'll have me on your back every time life's ready to pull another shit on you, 'cause we're like, ya know, crime partners. "

- " that sounds awful " you chuckled, a " tch" left his mouth as an answer, smiling, however.

-" I talked a lot, whatcha thinking ?"

To take the chance or not? To hop in a hell of a drive or not ?

And the last guards, remnants of a wall stumbled down, sunshine shining behind the clouds, like his teeth poking out of his toothy grin.

Out of his pocket, his hand took out-

-" Handcuffs?"

His smile grew wider, showing the handcuffs better between your two faces.

-" I'm not gonna ask how you met my mother, and you're not gonna ask how I managed to steel these handcuffs. "

Rare was the sight and the sound of a true laughter from you, one he knew he would like hearing more often despite how overwhelmed it got him feeling.

-" So whatcha say ? Me, this handcuffs, and your pretty pussy on my bed ?"

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So ! Writing this was kinda hard, like I said this the first time I wrote for Baji, and I hope I didn't kinda screwed him nor the depressed! Reader

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stormoflina · 17 days

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Hello! It's the talkative anon again, I never seem to catch you when games are going well for Liverpool :/ but anyway looking back at the game yesterday I can say for certain the whole team and klopp greatly underestimated the opponent. I watch a lot of serie a, I like milan a lot along with Liverpool.

So when I saw the lineup and how there wasn't a lot of thought in tactics on the field I knew it was going to be rough. One thing the serie a does well amongst other things is out technical teams as we say yesterday. And when klopp made a joke about only knowing about the food in Italy I cringed, no team at this point should be brushed off and that was clear on the pitch.

I don't know if the magic of klopp's last season wore off but the team looks flat and uninspired and I'm tired of the missed chances. Don't know how many more times I can say that before something clicks. The man u game clearly was not a gut check for this team and someone(s) need to step up and turn things around or no more trophies will be won

I'm really hoping Trent can do something for us but I hate putting everything on one prayer but it's come to that and I know he has that ability

Side note Domi, oh boy. His head is anywhere but in the right place. It's so frustrating to see because he used to be 100% that guy every game and now I'm like well at least he pressed this game and that's not good enough for him. He shouldn't just be a pressing merchant and applauded but that's what it seems like

Anyway long rant over! I hope you have a great day :)

Hii 🫶🏼

Anon, how I wish we could overtalk about more positive things! 😔 But my hope is not lost, I think my headloss about Thursday is officially over - although I'm still sad a bit. Hopefully in a week when we pull another cornertakenquickly or at least just score 3 and keep a clean sheet. 😭 But maybe I'm just being delusional. First they should prove themselves on Sunday, then we can talk about Europa.

You are absolutely right, Atalanta was greatly underestimated and we paid the price for it. I will admit, I'm a bit lost recently what the tactics are supposed to be - we go all out against Sparta when we are already at 5-1, but then we play Kostas who was out for months and this was his first start if I remember correctly. Yes, I know injuries and all, but at this point it's hard not to feel like we are making our own things harder. I didn't watch the pre match interview, and thank god for that, that line is just not it. 😩 It feels so repetitive at this point, acting all cocky and mighty, then faceplanting once the match starts and our opposition actually shows fire and willingness to actually win. We did this against United all this season, hells, even in the Europa earlier.

I'm also so tired that not only do we miss our chances, but recently we have been struggling to adapt when the other teams plays in a different way than previously thought. That's what happened on Thursday, and it was really painful to watch how we could barely even lead a promising attack. And you are 100% right regarding Trent. I fear for him, now everybody is acting like him (and Jota) are singlehandedly going to carry us towards the title. I would love nothing more than that to be true, but it's an awful lot of expectation to put on him after missing months due to injury. Still, if that truly happens, give him the Ballon d'Or next!! And yes, I agree with Domi too. He's just incredibly frustrating to watch at the moment. I have been watching him for a while now - although obviously not this much before - and seeing him play with so little confidence is truly so weird to see. I hope he can pick himself together, he is just as needed for the rest of the season as anyone else. We all need them back, hungry, fired up and ready to do their best.

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Top 5

During a shoot out or when another villain is aiming at the rogue their S/O pushes them out of the way, causing the bullet to hit them fatally instead.

Okay so in hindsight I forgot the other rogue part😩🤦‍♀️

Two-Face: A pop rang in his ears the very same time two hands pushed him hard. The two of you fell to the ground and Harvey reacted almost immediately. That was never the plan. He never wanted you to ever risk your life saving his. "Holy shit, baby! What are you doing!?" Harvey exclaimed, sitting up. You were sitting in front of him, eyes wide from shock. You gasped in air, a hand on your chest. "You okay, beautiful?" Harv' asked, looking you over. Slowly you slumped forward. "Baby!?" He yelled before lunging forward. He caught you before you could slump any further forward and cradled you in his arms. "Look at me, beautiful! Look at me!" "Keep your eyes on us gorgeous." Harv' insisted. "I-I'm c-c-cold." You managed out. "I ca-ca-can't feel my legs." "Don't go, please!" Harvey begged. You began to relax, drifting off. "Hey! Gorgeous, you need to stay with us! Baby!" He felt a sob building in his throat. You were gone.

Mad Hatter: He felt you push him hard into the alley, you not far behind him. As he scrambled to his feet, you fell to the ground. "Are you okay!?" He asked urgently. "Mhm." You hummed. "We need to go, the jabberwock-" Jervis cut himself off as he looked at you. You lay on the ground and he noticed the growing red under your shirt. "(Y/N)? (Y/N)!?" Jervis panicked. You were losing consciousness, he could see that. "Look at me! Look in my eyes!" He tried to make you focus on him. He just needed you to focus on him! He could hypnotise you into holding on with everything you had but your eyes wouldn't focus. Your eyes fluttered shut. "(Y/N)! Wake up! Wake up!" He screamed. Lifting you into his arms. More gunshots rang out. The loud pops making Jervis flinch and yell. "No! No! Stop! Stop!" He begged. "Stop!" He cried over your body, hugging you close to him. Jervis sobbed uncontrollably. "I love you, please open your eyes!" The Riddler came sprinting down the alley, Two-Face not far behind him. "Jervis! Jervis, we have to go!" The Riddler yelled out.

Scarecrow: "Jona-!" The gunshot rang out, cutting you off. The two of you bumped into each other. You fell back, he reached out just as you did. The force pulled him down with you, sending you both tumbling down the stairs behind him. When Jonathan's eyes opened once more he was met with your stare. Then he realised the side of his face was wet, as was his right hand. He lifted his face slightly to see red and pooled from under your head. His breath caught in his throat as terror gripped him. He inhaled sharply sitting up and pushing himself away from you. He felt your blood run down his face and onto his clothes. He realised you weren't staring at him at all. He had moved out of your sight. Another pool of blood from your torso met the one emerging from the side of your head. "(Y/N)?" His voice quivered in his throat as realisation hit him harder. You were completely lifeless. He looked down, his right side drenched in your blood. He trembled violently and scrambled back against the far wall. He stayed like that, staring at you. He lost track of time, it no longer mattered. Batman found him like that. Huddled against the wall, staring at your lifeless body. The sight of your empty gaze never left him.

The Riddler: Some of the GCPD were rather jumpy- especially rookies. They were on high alert as they had you, the Riddler and his henchmen surrounded. The order was barked not to move at the same time you darted towards the Riddler. A rather nervous rookie fired. You pushed the Riddler away from you and in a matter of seconds, it was over. You landed hard on the stairs but didn't feel a thing. You died instantly, a shot to the temple. Chaos ensued but the Riddler heard nothing. His ears ringing, muting his own yelling. He rushed to your side and pulled you into his arms. "Hey! Hey! Look at me! Please! Look at me!" It was the most he could manage out before he sobbed uncontrollably, hugging you to him. "Don't leave me! Don't do this to me!" He begged. He refused to let you go and had to be forcibly removed from you.

Black Mask: Some partied too hard and ruined the fun. This was no different even in establishments like Roman's club. "Get the fuck out before I cave your face in and make sure they'll need to cut a hole in your face so you can drink out a fucking straw!" Roman snapped. He crossed his arms, his henchmen standing between the drunken men and Roman. You stood behind Roman. "Relax! We ain't doin' nothin'!" One of the two drunks drawled. "Look out, he's got a gun!" Someone yelled out and a shot rang out when the henchmen grabbed the two men. He felt two hands push him to the side as he almost stumbled, slipping on the dance floor with his new shoes. Screams filled the room as Roman heard a thud behind him. He turned on his heel to see you lying lifeless on the floor. He stared, slack jawed for a moment in utter shock before reality set in. He screamed and rushed to you, cradling your body in his arms. You had been shot in the head. He continued to scream as the henchmen attacked the two drunks and everyone else rushed for the doors. Roman was unable to speak, only screaming in agony, loss crashing down on him. This just couldn't be happening.

#batman #batman villains #batman scenarios #request #the riddler #two face #scarecrow #black mask #mad hatter #edward nygma #jonathan crane #harvey dent #roman sionis #jervis tetch

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Obi-Wan Kenobi: my thoughts on the series [spoilers]

Just binge-watched the 6 episodes all in a day and, honestly, it was even better on re-watch! I freaking LOVE this series and I don't care what anybody else says.

Watching Ewan McGregor reprise the role of Obi-Wan Kenobi was everything I wanted!

Obi-Wan's arc is just so beautifully realized. It's heartbreaking seeing him in the first episode, depressed, consumed by guilt, his connection to the Force weakened; and then through the season we see him slowly becoming more like himself again, culminating in that spectacular finale where not only is his connection to the Force fully restored but it's more powerful than ever because he has someone to fight for. And by the end of the series we see him laugh and smile again, he has forgiven himself and moved on, he has healed. 😭😭😭

His relationship with little Leia warms my heart. They have such a delightful dynamic and share so many lovely moments. I love little Leia so much! She's so precious! Vivien Lyra Blair did such a splendid job. She was Leia through and through. And their last scene together, where Obi-Wan tells her how she inherited her parents best qualities left me in tears.

Vader was also freaking phenomenal in this series. His presence alone is so menacing. And the way they handled the Obi-Wan / Vader dynamic was perfect. From their first encounter on Mapuzo, with Vader coming for Obi-Wan like a freaking terminator; their flashbacks together and how their fight paralleled their duel on Mustafar; and their final confrontation which was just so emotional and powerful! And watching Obi-Wan truly leveling up and I could see his resolve in finishing it but then he sees Anakin's face through the broken mask and you can see Obi-Wan breaking again, his eyes so full of pain as he tells Anakin he's sorry. I don't think I'll ever recover from this scene! And Anakin/Vader telling Obi-Wan he is not his failure, with Anakin's own voice coming through and the blue light reflecting on his face, it truly felt like it was Anakin absolving Obi-Wan 😭😭😭

Personally, I found the Reva subplot was the weakest part of the series. I don't know if it was the writing or the acting or both, but something about her character and her arc just didn't click with me. I'd rather we had more of the Inquisitors as a whole or maybe just focused more on the Grand inquisitor, idk... I think it goes without saying that despite this I don't think Reva/Moses Ingram deserves any of the hate she got. But yeah, hers was definitely the least interesting part of the series for me.

Some additional thoughts: + Small detail, but I really liked the recap of the Prequel Trilogy. + I LOVE the Obi-Wan theme! John Williams never disappoints. + I love all the different Order 66 flashbacks we've been getting, not only in this series but also in The Mandalorian. Rips my heart to shreds every time. + Leia and Bail's relationship is so sweet 😩 + Owen's "Like you trained his father?" was such a low blow! Like DAMN! + Little Leia is such a SAVAGE! The way she schooled her asshole of a cousin, calling Obi-Wan old twice, "Is this a staring contest?!" I LOVE her! If she and baby Grogu had met, they would be unstoppable! The Empire wouldn't have stood a chance! I love my space babies! - Reva's parkour through the roofs in episode 2 is probably my least favourite sequence in the whole series. I would rather they had cut this and instead gave us a proper showdown between her and the Grand Inquisitor (although I guess she would probably have lost...) + The moment Obi-Wan learns Anakin is still alive 💔 + I could get lost in Ewan McGregor's blue eyes 💙💙💙 + Vader throwing Obi-Wan into the fire — tell me you're not over Mustafar without telling me you're not over Mustafar + But it was honestly gut-wrenching seeing Obi-Wan burn + Loved seeing the Fortress Inquisitorius + When Leia holds Obi-Wan's hand with her tiny little hand and he strokes her hand back 😭😭😭 + The flashbacks in episode 5 made me so emotional! And it was so lovely seeing Hayden as Anakin again. + When Reva is asking Obi-Wan where he was when Anakin was murdering younglings and why he didn't stop him, and we can see the hurt and the guilt on Obi-Wan's eyes 😭 My love, you were on Utapau getting shot at! 😭 + Vader pulling that ship down and ripping it apart — OMG! That was so powerful! This series really gave us some peak Vader content. I want a Darth Vader series asap! + Also, his fight with Reva?! Brilliant! The way he was just toying with her, not even drawing his own lightsaber, like it was beneath him. *chef's kiss* + Little Luke is adorable too! If we get a second season, I hope we get to see more of him. + When Obi-Wan does his iconic opening stance in episode 6 and the music builds up — I FELT things!!! And just when I thought it couldn't get any better he ends up switching hands during the duel and don't ask me why but I found that hot as hell! What a legend! + Like seriously, that was simultaneous the sexiest and most gut-wrenching lightsaber duel ever! + The way Vader purposefully gave obi-wan the low ground — tell me you're not over Mustafar without telling me you're not over Mustafar, Part 2. + The open helmet scene will haunt me forever 😭😭😭 I AM DEAD AND IN PAIN 😭😭😭 Utter perfection! + Uncle Owen and aunt Beru are freaking badasses and I LOVE them! + Always a pleasure seeing Ian McDiarmid as Palpatine! + Obi-Wan's laugh healed my soul + I mean it when I say that Ewan McGregor's Obi-Wan Kenobi owns my heart. I love him so much 😭💙 + "Princess Leia Organa, you are wise, discerning, kindhearted. These are qualities that came from your mother. But you are also passionate and fearless, forthright. And these are gifts from your father. Both were exceptional people who bore an exceptional daughter." — sobbing forever over this scene 😭😭😭 + I loved that we got to hear Obi-Wan's iconic "Hello there" one more time and I think it's hilarious that was the first thing he said to Luke when he finally met him! The sassy king is truly back as his old self 💙 + And how adorable is it that the toy ship Luke is playing with in A New Hope was gifted to him by Obi-Wan 💙 + I LOVED seeing Master Qui-Gon again! And the first thing he says to Obi-Wan being "Well, took you long enough" is just so in-character!

There's so much more I could say but I'm going to shut up now.

Check out my letterboxd for more of my thoughts.

#obi wan kenobi tv #my thoughts #obi wan kenobi #kenobi #star wars

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feralkokopuff · 2 years

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⁺ John Tyler Playlist ⁺

Yes this man is absolute trash, yes he does belong in prison for ETERNITY (or better yet, hit by a bus)... but good lord Hamish step on me 😩 Anyway, here's a playlist for this unadulterated creep. Of course, never condone his actions, that goes without saying. But I love dark music and I really am becoming a playlist bitch apparently hshshs. Happy listening!

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✡︎ Closer - Nine Inch Nails

"You let me violate you. You let me desecrate you. You let me penetrate you. You let me complicate you. Help me; I broke apart my insides. Help me; I've got no soul to sell. Help me; the only thing that works for me. Help me get away from myself."

✡︎ Creep - Radiohead

"I don't care if it hurts. I wanna have control. I want a perfect body. I want a perfect soul. I want you to notice. When I'm not around. So fuckin' special. I wish I was special."

✡︎ Change - Deftones

"I took you home, set you on the glass. I pulled off your wings, then I laughed. I watched a change in you. It's like you never had wings. Now, you feel so alive. I've watched you change"

✡︎ Black - Pearl Jam

"And now my bitter hands cradle broken glass, of what was everything. All the pictures have all been washed in black. Tattooed everything. All the love gone bad turned my world to black. Tattooed all I see. All that I am, all that I'll be."

✡︎ Paint It, Black - The Rolling Stones

"I see a red door and I want it painted black. No colors anymore, I want them to turn black. I see the girls walk by dressed in their summer clothes. I have to turn my head until my darkness goes."

✡︎ Arsonist's Lullaby - Hozier

"All you have is your fire and the place you need to reach. Don't you ever tame your demons, but always keep 'em on a leash. When I was a man I thought it ended, when I knew love's perfect ache. But my peace has always depended on all the ashes in my wake."

✡︎ Hatef--k - The Bravery

"If I put my hands around your wrists, would you fight them? If I put my fingers in your mouth, would you bite them? So many things that I would do, if I had my way with you. I can keep secrets that I know that you want me. You could dig your nails into my skin and you won't stop me. You could twist and scream into the air but no one can hear you here."

✡︎ Psycho - Muse

"So come to me now. I could use someone like you. Someone who'll kill on my command and asks no questions. I'm gonna make you, I'm gonna break you, I'm gonna make you a fucking psycho."

✡︎ Talk - Hozier

"I won't deny I've got in my mind now all the things I would do. So I'll try to talk refined for fear that you find out how I'm imaginin' you."

✡︎ Piggy - Nine Inch Nails

"What am I supposed to do? I've lost my shit because of you. Nothing can stop me now 'cause I don't care anymore. Nothing can stop me now 'cause I don't care. Nothing can stop me now 'cause I don't care anymore. Nothing can stop me now 'cause I just don't care."

✡︎ Nutshell - Alice In Chains

"We chase misprinted lies. We face the path of time. And yet I fight, and yet I fight. This battle all alone. No one to cry to, no place to call home."

✡︎ Run From Me - Timber Timbre

"Run from me, darlin. Run, my good wife. Run from me, darlin. You better run for your life."

✡︎ Hate Me - Blue October

"I have to block out thoughts of you so I don't lose my head. They're crawling like a cockroach, leaving babies in my bed. Dropping little reels of tape to remind me that I'm alone. Playing movies in my head that make a porno feel like home."

✡︎ Hysteria - Muse

"'Cause I want it now. I want it now. Give me your heart and your soul. And I'm breaking out, I'm breaking out. Last chance to lose control. And it's holding me. Morphing me. And forcing me to strive. To be endlessly cold within, and dreaming I'm alive."

✡︎ Toes - Glass Animals

"I'm a man, I'm a twisted fool. My hands are twisted, too. Five fingers, two black hooves. I'm a man, don't spin me a lie. Got toes and I can smile. I'm crooked but upright. And all I ever want is just a little love, I said in purrs under the palms. And all I ever want is breaking me apart, I said to the thing that I once was."

✡︎ Flesh For Fantasy - Billy Idol

"It's after midnight. Oh, are you feeling all right? Oh, yeah, turn out the light, babe. Are you someone else tonight?"

✡︎ People Are Strange - The Doors

"People are strange when you're a stranger. Faces look ugly when you're alone. Women seem wicked when you're unwanted. Streets are uneven when you're down."

✡︎ Heart-Shaped Box - Nirvana

"Meat-eating orchids forgive no one just yet. Cut myself on angel hair and baby's breath. Broken hymen of Your Highness, I'm left black. Throw down your umbilical noose so I can climb right back."

✡︎ Bitch - Allie X

"Steal my blood and steal my heart, whatever it takes to get you off. I'm your bitch, you're my bitch (boom, boom). In my bones and in my soul, always be in your control. I'm your bitch, you're my bitch."

✡︎ Every Breath You Take - The Police

"Every move you make and every vow you break. Every smile you fake. Every claim you stake. I'll be watching you. Every move you make. Every step you take. I'll be watching you."

✡︎ Hardcore - Reignwolf

"Your brother said he locked you in the bedroom. Your sister said she threw away the key. But nothing in the world could stop you. Hell no, not even me."

✡︎ Gauze - Deftones

"You've opened the gates, now face the other side. Just go on it's cool, now head into the fire. I just don't know if I could. I can't stop what you began. I can't fight for what you began. I know what's inside for you again."

✡︎ Soda - Nothing But Thieves

"Maybe when I was a kid I was dropped on my head. Yeah, that would make some sense. I don't wanna be myself, it's making me so unwell. Yeah, yeah, yeah. I don't wanna be myself. Just wanna be someone else."

✡︎ Lydia - Highly Suspect

"Black ocean, cold and dark. I am the hungry shark, fast and merciless. But the only girl that could talk to him just couldn't swim, tell me what's worse than this. And it echoes in the halls, they danced along the walls, the memories of your ghost."

✡︎ Easy - Son Lux

"Easy, easy. Pull out the heart that keeps you feeling alone. Easy, easy. Pull out your heart to make the being alone. Easy."

✡︎ Twisted - MISSIO

"I'm uncontrollable, emotional, chaotically proportional. I'm visceral, reloadable. I'm crazy, I'm crazy, I'm crazy, I'm crazy. Everybody in the world knows I'm a little twisted, twisted."

✡︎ Don't Leave Me Now - Pink Floyd

"How could you go? When you know how I need you. (Need you, need you, need you, need you, need you, need you). To beat to a pulp on a Saturday night. Oh, babe, don't leave me now. How can you treat me this way? Running away. Ooh, babe, why are you running away?"

✡︎ Black Hole Sun - Soundgarden

"In my eyes, indisposed. In disguises no one knows. Hides the face. Lies the snake. And the sun in my disgrace."

✡︎ Wolf - Highly Suspect

"No one pretends the way I do. It's so hard to hear the truth. You've got your reasons, so do I. I like to dream, 'cause dreams don't lie."

✡︎ One of my Turns - Pink Floyd

"But I can feel one of my turns coming on. I feel cold as a razor blade, tight as a tourniquet, dry as a funeral drum. Run to the bedroom. In the suitcase on the left, you'll find my favourite axe. Don't look so frightened, this is just a passing phase. One of my bad days."

✡︎ Tear You Apart - She Wants Revenge

"It's only just a crush, it'll go away. It's just like all the others it'll go away. Or maybe this is danger and he just don't know. You pray it all away but it continues to grow. I want to hold you close. Skin pressed against me tight. Lie still, and close your eyes girl. So lovely, it feels so right. I want to hold you close. Soft breasts, beating heart. As I whisper in your ear, I want to fucking tear you apart."

#hamish linklater #music #playlist #playlists #john tyler #tell me your secrets #he's the worst #but also step on me #father paul #father paul hill #monsignor pruitt #midnight mass

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aki-draws-things · 2 years

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"I just need to rest" Winter to Brock and Jack 😩

It started alright, then I took a turn for the angst worst and I lost control... Enjoy some little tired winter and accidentally whumped Jack. 😬😬

(okay, no, I should probably apologize about the last parts of the fic... Kinda broke down and dragged it with me 😬😬)

@miii-chaaan

Being on the run during a mission had never been hard, winter could deal with that just fine. More than fine actually. It was part of the mission. He could, and would, push himself until every cell of his body was screaming at him to stop, and he wouldn't stop even then, because the mission required him to move on.

Same couldn't be told of Brock, or Jack. For all the Commander claimed to be strong he still needed to stop, sometimes, they'd hide and wait, rest, recover strength. If they couldn't stop then Jack would carry him and no one was going to know that anyway. Brock complained, the first five to ten minutes, then he'd settle on his back and stay quiet, enjoying it, actually, more than he would ever admit aloud.

Jack needed it too sometimes, less than Brock, or so he claimed, but Winter saw him stagger, blink to clear his vision, slow to catch his breath even though they weren't running. Pushing to the limit until he had to stop. Or he dropped.

Sometimes Winter forgot they were just regular humans, with lot of stamina and training, but humans nevertheless. Well, he mostly forgot that with Rollins at least, and he hated when that happened.

But they weren't in a mission now. They were on the run, but they were on their own and Winter was getting tired.

"you good Winter?" jack looked over on the mirror, Brock sleeping soundly next to him in the car.

"yes." he muttered. Of course he was fine, he just had to keep his guard up and--

"you can sleep, you know?" jack had this power, if they should call it that. Not a real power actually, he was just that good. Good at reading him. It was almost like he could read his mind. Unsettling as many would find it, winter liked it. But still...

"not tired." he lied, and he knew Jack caught him, why shouldn't he? But he turned and looked back on the road in silence.

In all honesty, winter regretted it a couple of hours later. There was a safe house, Brock said, fresh and awake, when they stopped. A bit further in the woods. They didn't hid the car, winter watched as Jack set it on fire, upside down, miles away from the woods, with bodies inside. They all knew that would only slow down the manhunt but by then they would've left the country. That was the plan, and it was a good plan.

Winter followed, in the middle. Brock ahead, knowing the way, Jack behind, keeping them safe. The usual. He wished he had taken up his offer to sleep a bit in the car when he stumbled ungracefully on a root and almost faceplanted against brock's back if not for the hand grabbing him.

"whoa, Winter! Everything okay?" Brock turned around, he lifted his face gently. Winter nodded. He... Kind of nodded.

"yeah.. I'm-- yes. Good." he was tired. So damn tired. Tired he wanted to sit down and stay there. He couldn't, he knew damn well he couldn't. He was just so tired.

"sure." he heard jack chuckle lightly. "and you're a terrible liar too, darling." winter couldn't say nothing, Jack was right.

"you're not hurt, are you? I know you can't get sick, but you can get hurt. Winter, please." Brock on the other hand, always so worried, his hands tracing his body, checking him carefully. No, he wasn't hurt, he'd feel pain if he was hurt. He was just so, sooo--

"sorry..." he muttered, looking away. He heard Brock suck in a breath, his hands more frantic. "I just need to rest a bit." he felt Brock stop, maybe relax a little bit too now that he knew he was hurt.

"okay... Okay we just need to reach the hut." winter nodded, he took a step, and stumbled again on his feet.

"or perhaps we stop here." Brock tried, catching him, winter nodded again, more convinced by that.

"we can't." jack said instead.

"and what? We force him? Jack, he can't take another step without falling. He said he needs to stop." Brock put himeself between them, crossed his arms, ready to fight, like everytime he defended winter. He didn't want them to fight.

"we can't stop here. We're being hunted, Brock. We need to move." winter knew he was right. They had to.

"he said" and now Brock underlined the words, like they were somehow more important than others. "he needs to rest. Said it." oh, that was why. Because now winter could express what he wanted freely, and Brock would let him do everything. Because they were free.

"I know. Brock, believe me, I know. And we all need that. But not in the middle of the woods, that close to the edges, and while hunted."

"oh, so you've burnt the car just to start a fire?"

"it's captain America hunting us. He's not stupid."

"alright. We move. You carry him, Jack." and that was final. For a moment winter thought he'd complain. That he'd say that Brock would do that, being his idea and all. Except Jack didn't. He never did that. He knew Brock too needed to rest, he knew he was in pain and he showed it without saying a word when he took his backpack and carried it so he wouldn't put more weight on the burns. The point was, somehow Jack never complained.

Winter climbed on his back carefully, he grasped the shirt and buried his face on the back of Jack's neck, breathing in his smell deeply. It felt safe. And relaxing. Mostly safe.

Jack rearrange the grip after a while, winter felt himself shift, he looked up trying not to move much. That was when he noticed it. small scars, almost hidden by the hair let down in short curls, one behind his neck, round and white, one by the left temple, exactly the same. He knew Jack, he knew his body, every inch of pale skin, every freckles over his nose and cheeks and shoulders. The few on his hands. He knew the scars too, and those two were new to him. Pale and hidden, fading in the skin, probably because they were so small. They weren't there the night before the triskelion. But they were there now.

He sucked in a breath quietly, felt Jack slow and turn his head slightly.

"you okay winter? Am I holding too tight?"

He shook his head, buried it against his neck. Jack, their jack, winter realized, he got hurt too and still he was carrying him like it was nothing.

"don't worry," he heard him speak again, voice low and soft. Winter loved that voice. So much. "were almost there. A little more, baby, and you'll get to sleep on a proper, warm bed."

He kept the promise, of course he did it, like always, and soon enough they reached a little hut, in the middle of the woods, hidden enough to be safe. As soon as they were inside, and Brock closed the door behind them, he hopped down, moving to the front and looking closer at Jack. He had questions, or perhaps only one important question, in the tip of his tongue, stuck in his throat, he wasn't sure he wanted the answer though.

"there's a bedroom over there." jack said instead, he pointed at the room on the other side. "it's a bit cold, but it'll warm up in a bit, I promise." Brock on the other hand remained quiet, he took Winter's hand and led him there.

"we'll take turns." winter saw Jack before Brock covered his visual and tucked him in bed.

"I'm sorry he didn't want us to stop."

what? Why was he saying that? He usually defended Jack so much, against everyone.

"Jack's right... We couldn't stop yet." he whispered.

"No. No, winter. Don't defend him." what?! Was... Was he angry at Jack? For something? What for? "now, sleep here, alright? You're safe. I'll be right outside."

He nodded slowly, closing his eyes, but didn't fall asleep just yet, he waited, he listened. He wished he didn't, like a kid eavesdropping on his parents fighting.

"one time. One time he finally has free will and says what he needs, and you tell him no?! Seriously Jack?"

no... No, please, don't fight. He felt like crying.

"it was too dangerous to stop, brock."

"that's bulls--"

"I dare you. I dare you to finish that sentence, Rumlow."

Please stop. I'm sorry... He turned and hid in the pillow, they wouldn't notice he was crying if they walked back inside.

"I dare you to call everything I do to keep you both safe a bullshit. I'm risking everything for you, I hope it's clear enough. I tryb to keep you alive, I bloody stole meds for you."

"dont say that like I chose that. Like it was my decision to have a building fall on me."

Please, please... Stop.

"for you." that was when it hit Brock. Not physically, well it could actually have been a physical blow because the pain felt real enough. For him. Jack underlined it. For him. Jack was--- brock frowned.

"Jackie..." his voice softened, just slightly, just a hit, enough. Jack took a shuddering breath. "hold, hold still. Let me." he took a tissue and pressed it against his nose, blood fastly seeping through.

"oh, Jackie... What--"

Jack smiled, he melted slightly in the touch, he leaned closer and felt his eyes watering at the small gesture. He ignored it for... Days. Weeks. Since the fall. He ignored the nosebleeds, and the headaches, and the pain shooting through his brain, and the ringing. Because Brock and winter were there, and they were in the run, and Brock was hurt and in pain and he needed him.

"it's nothing. I'm alright." he whispered, he lied. Brock, for the first time in weeks, read straight through him, he held him close, gently let him sit down between his arms.

"you need to rest, Jackie. Let me take care of you." he pressed a kiss against his temple, over the scar he may or may not have noticed yet. He vaguely heard the door open, Winter shuffled close and curled on the floor next to him.

"let us." he specified against Jack's side.

They waited in silence until Jack's breath evened, then winter turned to look at Brock, he pointed at the little scar on Jack's temple.

"what about them, darling?"che checked the bleeding, finally stopped. Winter hesitated a second longer.

"the widow's bite." like that explained everything, and deep down it did.

(it was only two months later, in a small house in Budapest, far enough and safe enough, that Jack woke up one day, limbs tangled in Brock's legs and Winter's arms, and the world was completely in the darkness.)

#Winter #james bucky barnes #Brock rumlow #Jack rollins hydra winter husbands #Some light angst #And a bit of fighting #But they make up #They'll be alright #Most of....#I'm so sorry!#Marvel fic #Aki writes

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t-horn-n · 3 years

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— lost and found

PAIRING: pietro maximoff x reader (platonic - female)

GENRE: mild-angst, fluff

WARNINGS: mentions of abandonment, war

age of ultron spoilers

SUMMARY: request from anon, “I’ve never been a Pietro girl until like a couple of days ago and now I’m in deep so thank you for indulging my fixation on this man ✋😩 if you do platonic fics, can I request one where reader is the twins younger sibling who they had to leave in Sokovia but one of the other Avengers tracks you down and rescues you so you finally get to reunite with your brother and sister? Maybe you’re a little hurt bc you felt like they abandoned you? I hope this makes sense tyty”

anon thank you for requesting! I hope this is to your liking! I gave the reader seismic sense if that’s okay with you.

“Go, you need to go,” your brother, Pietro’s voice was hurried and in a strained whisper.

“Why?”

“They’re coming.”

“Who’s coming?”

“Pietro, we need to hurry,” that was your sister, Wanda. You were the youngest of the bunch. You were eight when the shell collapsed your apartment building, that was six years ago now.

He looked back at your sister and nodded. The look he gave your apologetic and sent a wave of anxiety through your heart. What was happening?

One minute you were in Sokovia, standing in between your siblings, trying to figure out what was going on. The next, you were somewhere else. You were in the middle of a bustling street and you had to sidestep to avoid running into people.

“You’ll be okay, Y/N, I promise,” Pietro’s voice was barely above a whisper as he brushed past you.

And then suddenly, he was gone.

You tried using your seismic sense to see what direction he went, but all you could sense is all of the other people on the street.

What were you going to do now?

Your breaths were laboured and it felt like your heart was on fire. You were running, you didn’t know from what but you could sense something behind you.

It’d been days since Pietro left you and you still couldn’t figure out why. Your siblings had both seemed to be in distress when you last saw them and you knew that they wouldn’t leave you behind without a good reason.

You ducked behind a cobblestone building that had several chips in its exterior. You could feel your heart beating like a drum. You could detect multiple entities closing on your location with your seismic sense.

What you wouldn’t have given for Pietro’s super speed.

You clutched the pocket knife in your jacket and suddenly turned the corner, hitting the first assailant right in the eyes. Sparks flew out of its head and you realised that it was a strange looking robot.

What the heck?

You could feel two more behind you, but before you could react they both camped a hand on your arms. Though you struggled and thrashed, your brute strength was no match for theirs.

A moment later you sensed someone on the top of the building and you heard the whoosh of something cutting through the air behind you. The two robots who were holding onto your arms fell backwards, making you stumble as their weight fell to the ground. You could see a man approaching from the shadows and you pointed the pepper spray at his figure.

He didn’t flinch and continued walking forward with a grin on his face. “Woah, hold your fire,” he held his hands up, a bow clutched in his left. “Y/N Maximoff, right?”

“Who’s asking?”

“Clint Barton, former Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D, Avenger,” you could clearly see his dark blondish hair now. “Mind lowering that?” He motioned to the bottle that was still pointed at his face.

You slowly lowered your hand. Avengers, you thought. Sounds familiar. The thought rolled around in your head for a while. Then it hit you.

Avengers.

Tony Stark.

Bomb.

You felt your expression harden and a clench at your heart. “What do the Avengers want with a little girl like me,” you crossed your arms over yourself.

“We need your help against Ultron.”

“Ultron?”

“It’s hard to explain, come with me and we can clear everything up.”

“And why should I trust you,” you tried to read his facial expression, but it was eerily calm. “Have you heard of what Tony Stark did to me and by family?”

“Yeah, Speedy made it pretty clear” his look was apologetic, but not pitying, which you appreciated.

Speedy? Pietro?

“Speedy?”

“Pietro Maximoff, your brother right?”

You couldn’t answer, thoughts were racing through your heads. Most along the lines of your siblings and their strange disappearance.

“All right,” you finally answered. “I’ll come with you.”

On the Quinjet Clint Barton explained the situation to you and you finally understood why Pietro had sped you all the way in a different country. Still, you couldn’t stop the pang that resonated through your heart. Did they not trust you enough to protect yourself? Although you were the youngest, by no means were you the weakest.

Their backs were turned to you as you approached them. Clint Barton had disappeared down a different hallway with an encouraging smile.

“Still have a thing for red I see.”

They both whirled around at the sound of your voice. When it truly hit that you were there, they both rushed over to engulf you in a hug. Tears pricked in your eyes but they didn’t fall.

“I can protect myself, you know. You didn’t have to leave me behind,” your voice was low and quiet, afraid that it was going to crack.

“We didn’t want to risk it,” Pietro whispered.

“We’re just glad you’re safe,” it was Wanda who spoke up.

“Yeah, but now we have a war to win.”

— m. list

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My Top Posts in 2021

I'm pretty sure that England and Portugal are the kind of friends that every time they saw a couple's discount in a restaurant or something like that, they said they were dating.

Until one day that pair of fools end up kissing intensely.

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My teacher: Sometimes I think that the relationship between these biographers and the people they write about... has love. I mean, clearly there was love of friendship or a feel of admiration but I wonder if there wasn't something else there between them.

Me:

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We all know that Watson is not a very reliable storyteller but we can agree that if this man has no problem saying that Lestrade has the face of a rat or in telling us that someone looked unpleasant, we can have no doubt that when Watson says "This man is handsome as fuck and too beautiful to live", he really thinks that.

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I saw this image on facebook and damn I'm 1000% sure that this happened to Holmes & Watson in literal all their versions 😩👌:

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I CAN'T, I can't understand the people who read "A Scandal in Bohemia" and say "YES, Holmes and Irene Adler are in love, they wannA FUCK", lmao, sometimes I wonder if we read the same story, seriously ... What the hell is A Scandal in Bohemia about for them?

I remember Watson telling us at the very beginning like for 10 paragraphs or more that Holmes didn't like Irene in that way, then Holmes telling Watson "I am lost without my Boswell" when he tried to leave and then Holmes sending to hell to the king for being rude to his bestie (cofcofboyfriendcofcof), then we spent several pages reading the adorable duo: Adler & Norton, we are reading -explicitly- how they love each other and their enjoy each other and how they have a thing... a something like... like A FUCKING WEDDING.

Oh and when H&W are going to solve the case we have THIS DIALOGUE:

"You don't mind breaking the law?"

"Not in the least."

"Nor running a chance of arrest?"

"Not in a good cause."

"Oh, the cause is excellent!"

"Then I am your man."

"I was sure that I might rely on you."

And then we have the fire thing and while Holmes celebrates with Watson, Irene Godness Adler is turning them around and triumphing, by the time everyone found out that she hit them we have THE BEAUTIFUL LETTER FROM IRENE WITH THIS PHRASE THAT MAKES ME DIE OF LOVE:

"I love and am loved by a better man than he."

YESS GIRL, -clap-, -I wipe a tear-, this line is so powerful and God doesn't stop there, I mean, LOOK AT THIS:

"Irene Norton, nee Adler." She was there writing the "Irene Norton" so proud. After this you have Holmes telling the king that he IS an idiot for annoying his ex:

"From what I have seen of the lady she seems indeed to be on a very different level to your Majesty," And now, then he asks for the photograph to have it as his constant reminder that he should not be arrogant, or underestimate people and that for the next time he should not believe that everything his client says is true, that is the "A Scandal in Bohemia" that I remember.

....

Tumblr have this thing??? WHAT?

My year of SH and PORTUGAL MY LOVE

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ryder616 · 4 years

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Rewatching Hot Potato Soup

Three very important things happen in this episode:

Bobbi and Hunter are namechecked for what I believe is the first time since their very lamented departure.

The Superior Bigot is introduced.

The thematic foundation of the Framework arc is laid.

Number 3 is where the episode shines on rewatch.

We all have programming. It may be more obvious in my case, but what is a human if not a function of programming? -- Radbot

What indeed. The theme of nature vs nurture and the influence exerted by the people in one’s life had already been touched upon in Ward’s story (which is why he’ll be back, ultimately), and will be central to the Framework, and especially Fitz’s part in it.

What makes us who we are is such a powerful question and scifi/fantasy shows are uniquely equipped to tackle it, since they can have completely different versions of the characters to play with, whether it’s an alternate universe, a new timeline or a computer simulation.

Radcliffe’s answer is that everything’s programming. How we are raised, who we befriend, the events in our lives, this is what makes us, us. Which also means that the Doctor isn’t Fitz. They share the “hardware” (or, well, they would if the Doctor wasn’t a digital construct) but not the “software”, and it’s the software that matters. It’s both a comforting answer and a very unsettling one, because it means anyone can become a monster.

The show’s answer...I’m still not entirely sure. Especially when considering the whole run of the show and not just the Framework arc. Maybe I’ll have an idea when I rewatch the relevant episodes. You know, in a decade or two. 🤭

This is also the episode where Fitz joined the “difficult childhood” club, as we learn that his dad was an abusive asshole who abandoned him when he was ten and is the root of Fitz’s insecurities, woven in the character since S1.

Coulson’s dad died when he was nine. Ward’s parents were abusive monsters. Deke lost his mom as a kid, had a resentful relationship with his dad because of it and grew up in a post-apocalyptic society. And of course Daisy grew up without parents, was abandoned over and over by her foster families and chances are a few of those were abusive since she compared her childhood to Ward’s.

With what we just learned of Yo-Yo’s childhood trauma in 7x08, this leaves only May, Jemma and Mack growning up in more or less “normal” circumstances. Except there’s now a new timeline where Mack was orphaned at four.😩

In addition to the groundwork for the Framework arc, the episode also features the first Philinda kiss (but it’s not real because it’s the Maybot and I bet that went over well 😂), more Koenigs than probably anyone had ever asked for, Mack’s unabashed hate of robots and a nice bit of investigative work by Daisy, who pulls all the Watchdogs threads together to arrive at the man behind them.

With a monicker like “The Superior”, I’m not sure what I expected but his little speech about Inhumans who didn’t “earn” their gifts makes him sound like those sports fans who bash supremely talented athletes in favour of those *they* perceive to be less naturally gifted because of course it’s so easy to become a champion when you are born with a lot of talent. As if it still didn’t require long years of training, dedication and sacrifices to become that good.

Plus, his obsession with Coulson as the source of all his hurt feelings is looney bin material.

Speaking as someone who also has a bit of a tendency to hyperfixate on fictional individuals, Anton? Get. A. Life. 😁

Stuff:

I'm not going to let this come between us. What's the occasional bullet in the head among friends? You know, that wouldn’t be the worst attitude to keep at S.H.I.E.L.D., considering. 😁

You need to understand...I'm the victim. Things are not as they seem. I’m not ashamed to admit I believed him. It would have been just like Radcliffe to get in over his head and then of course going from the pan to the fire.

Yeah, well, Koenigs don't break. All right? We're programmed to take pain, so bring it on! Bring it on! [Boom guy leaves] Oh, my God. I'm in so much pain. 🤣🤣🤣

Agent Koenig, welcome aboard.-- Agent Coulson, Agent May...A... Agent...Quake. Ah, yes, Sam, as usual, is my kindred Koenig. He’s the one that was fanboying over May way back in S2. And had the Star Wars sheets and the sci-fi socks collection. *And* was hiding behind the bar in this ep.😁

You're getting all Gollum-y again. -- Well, that's ... that's what the Darkhold does to you ... it drives you mad. Hate to say it, but this excuse is getting a little thin, my dear Dr. Radcliffe.

The old ways are better. [...] Man is the superior machine. And I...am the superior man. Oh, shut up.🙄

Speaking Latin and jerky body movements? You don’t need hacking, Fitz, you need an exorcism.

Where's Daisy when we need her? Where Jemma Simmons is me.

Speaking of Daisy, her choice of eye makeup has lighten up which I take it to mean that she’s feeling better about herself. Not that anyone’s going to ask her.😒

You don't need to protect me, Phil. -- I know. But I've lost too much lately. I'm not gonna lose you. *Philinda intensifies*

But you’re... you’re a superhero! I mean, that’s so awesome! Ikr? Sam is fanboying over Quake the way Skye was fangirling over Mike Peterson. Young Skye so needed to meet her older, superpowered self and annoy the crap out of her.

Trust? You betrayed me. [...] Betrayed me, betrayed S.H.I.E.L.D., he made me lie to you, and he made me think he was my friend. Just to use me. Just like Ward, feels like it could follow here.

You've been programmed ... by betrayal, abandonment... Ward, who you thought was your friend, Daisy who left you all, your father... Kindly leave Daisy out of this?

These Inhumans... they did not suffer, labor to become what they are.They have great power... but they didn't earn it. Watch S2 and then come back to me.

There's another one? -- No, not just another one.The first one. L.T. got us all into S.H.I.E.L.D. Not necessarily in contrast with Granpa Koenig becoming a proto S.H.I.E.L.D. agent in the 1930s but obviously the latest Koenig development wasn’t the plan at this stage (and maybe it should count as a ripple, if not a wave).

So you're telling me with all the tools and tech that S.H.I.E.L.D. has at its disposal, we can't find [his father]? -- We could. But Fitz doesn't want to. And believe me, it is for the best. Thoroughly unpleasant fellow and terrible influence.

Maybe we should toast to that. -- We've been, uh, making a lot of toasts lately. Maybe we should try something else. [starts leaning for a kiss] -- Guys, I think you need to get in here. Oh, excellent timing there, Daisy! 😁

Welcome to the inside of my mind, Sheeple. [...] you're being programmed through little screens, big screens, little morphine drips of sequels and prequels and zombies and Kanyes, Snapchats and Grumpy Cats, all designed by the media, corporate S.H.I.E.L.D. machine, and you're asleep, binge-watching the Apocalypse! Can you imagine what Thurston would make of 2020?

I don't want anything to do with your Agents of Doom. Thurston is a Feige fanboy, confirmed. 😁

Now, let's not lose our heads. The last guy who was fond of this phrase usually followed it up with very gory murder....

Maybe I'm stuck in a loop. Radcliffe...Ward... my dad...they're all the same. It keeps happening. Well, you’re also in a (sort of) spy show, Fitz. Nice to see you don’t hold a grudge against Mack (and Bobbi) for the Real S.H.I.E.L.D. business, though.

There was a lot of crying. [...] I picked on them.It was fun. The laundry was disgusting. Enough DNA to make a clone army. Ewww. The very definition of TMI.

I never read “Ulysses”. I always wanted to take a month off, go to Ireland, read it in pubs. Someday. You know, this wouldn’t be a half-bad final scene for whatever kind of Coulson might survive S7.

[the “Ulysses” in Irish pubs] it’s a little nerdy. Like that’d shocked her?😂

You're not May. -- Why would you say that? -- Because there's some things you can't fake. So. LMDs are bad kissers. At least this iteration of them. Jury’s out on the new and improved model.

Every time something strange happens in the world, it is there. I believe it is responsible for all of the alien problems on this planet. The Chitauri, the Kree, Inhumans. -- What is it? -- A man. He is always there. He is dead. Yet he is everywhere. Seriously, dude...just get a life.

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my3amletterstoher · 6 years

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Melts, all love, I love that 😩😍🤤🖤🖤 I wanna hold you in my arms and never let go 😭I love you/am in love with you and every aspect of you , and you know I’ve said it multiple times (without you bringing it up)

Lemme see your face babyyy 😍🤤🐱💦, I’m about to get in the showerrr

Lunchtime selfiessss I’ve been asking for daysssss 😩

Finally about to get in the shower

And you are all that stuff to me I said earlier too deeply btw ppl are probably just mad cause you are🤷🏾‍♀️ . you’re everything to me & vice versa. Our relationship is everything and transcends every dimension. Our love is on fire, our romance is on fire, our sex/sexual energy is on fire, our energy in general is on fire, our souls are on fire...etc

Lemme see your face baby, lemme see your lips 😍🤤deep breathing in and out ,🐱💦💦💦,🐱💦💦💦💦, caressing your back, deep breathing in and out ,🐱💦💦💦,🐱💦💦💦💦strokes your hair and stares into your beautiful eyes 😍🤤🐱💦hazel eyes, almond shaped, poppin lashes 😍getting out the shower, getting dressed , I feel like going to a metaphysical store today.. wanna? I mean in 3d/this realm lol not in another realm/dimension

Might go tomorrow though , it’s raining right now

holding you in my arms , rocking you from side to side , lemme see your face baby, lemme see your body, lemme see those lashes 😍🤤🐱💦you’re so precious baby, holds you in my arms 🤗

You’re the greatest! 😩😭😍🤤🖤 loyal af , always holding me down, beautiful (inside and out) and sexy/seductive , talented/creative (in a plethora of ways) , always knows what to say/do to make me smile, happy, feel loved/needed, turn me on, the reason for everything I say/do, the reason why I will myself to wake up everyday 😩🖤🖤, I love what we are and how we can feel each other deeply, as I said the other day I feel lost when I can’t, like a piece of me is missing

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Keep it coming babyyy , what’s on your mind baby ?(more), lemme see your face baby, we need direct contact (text) ASAP , lemme see your lips baby, lemme see you wine, why you delete your other picture ? It was perfect and special

Lemme wait to say something for a sec

Everything you post is

See now it’s hard to project to you, I’m not playing that bullshit

And you ignoring me now, you see this bullshit ?!??? Ppl try to clog our REAL connection , see this bitch is right there , on here right now.. our energy is being transferred back and forth and she’s trying to infest it and manipulate it , that bitch is comes running to the blog sometimes before you do just to take some energy, just to manipulated see what she can twist or come out of nowhere and say , she’s a parasite, a leech , she’s STILL reading it and posting shit , why she post that picture? Because she’s petty and trying to distract you , trying to always make shit seem like something that it isn’t , she’s desperate af , I was talking about feeling you and holding you and she’s going to post that? Why would she feel mad or offended by anything I say? If we have everything and plan to have everything why is she over there posting them shit like that? When what you said, what you do..etc is directed towards me? You see how manipulative that bitch is? Check this out:

I said I was going to check and yes , you see the depths of her manipulation? “We are connected to each other” ppl are psychos.

Ppl are PSYCHOS it’s just like that dude that was reading this blog and was copying off of things I said and tried to confuse you and stuff. This shit is weird af in a bad way , even trying to act like me.. if someone was real they wouldn’t have to ACT like anything , you KNOW ppl weren’t acting like how they’re acting now , and they pop up with shit after you or I say something that’s NOT real, that’s not a real connection, like I said ppl are trying to be more important to you than they are , you ran to me even when that bitch was/is around and that’s when that bitch started to act like shit that she isn’t and tried to start fights between us , snoop on your accounts..etc trying to twist things I say to have you doubting me, feeling insecure about me ..etc when I already have a deep place in your heart and at times you have fears and stuff because you never felt this way about someone before (and I feel the same about you). One of the very things that I try to protect you from, ppl use this blog (along with what they see and hear, reading yours messages..etc ) to do and it’s sad and pathetic and the fact that ppl will try to use any and be in your life to try to manipulate you that speaks volumes to the kind of person they are (that’s not a person that cares or anything like that), playing on your emotions and stuff , confusing you, causing fights, infesting and polluting your life, trying to have you go against me, look at the many times you have felt insecure, mad, or something in regards to me (most of the times it was because of something she caused) and she used to manipulate you have you do something to hurt me in areas that she doesn’t have no place in

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Lemme see your face baby , lemme see your lips, lemme see your body , strike a pose for me baby 😍🤤🐱💦 emote to me baby, more love songs 🖤🖤

https://soundcloud.com/sabrina-claudio/belong-to-you < in response to the other song you posted 😍🖤🖤 I be-long to you 🖤

https://soundcloud.com/ritagal73/jesse-powell-you 🖤🖤

You weren’t this morning , and it’s not on your mind to do so , it’s all about me and it’s all about you , it doesn’t matter what is brought up.. that’s not an excuse for ppl to intrude and stuff , it’s still our time, all the time is, it’s still our world, it’s always our world and it’s always all about you 🖤🖤

Is that why you deleted the picture earlier ? Because of how I responded to the song you posted? (The love song), I should have responded how I just did with the song I posted in response and a few other words that I hope you thought was sweet because what you posted was sweet , and yes I want your heart (I’m reading from the lyrics).. (actually I know I have your heart) and I never want you to take it back, I want it for eternity, you have mine for eternity😭🖤🖤 and I love you morning , noon, all seasons 🖤🖤(& in every dimension baby)

Dang the media posting limit has been hit againnnn 😭

Holds you in my arms 🤗keep it coming baby, lemme see your face, lemme see your body, lemme see your lips , I need moreeeee/wanna see you moreee 😩you sexy, you beautiful , you’re a God

New moonnnnn ahhhh it’s in Taurus there are 3 planets in Taurus right now , sun, moon, and mercury

Keep it coming babyyy “this could be us but you playing wyaaa” reach out to me baby *continue , all the time, anytime, anything & everything, you already know, 🖤

Can we text plz? You posted that texting post for me so let’s text , keep it coming baby, strokes your hair and holds you, what’s on your mind baby? Sings “time”

Continue making it hot for me baby, strip for me, send me nudes and selfies through the day baby 😍🐱🖤💦🤤 send me *nudes throughout the day 😍🤤🐱💦and other seductive pictures (like what you post for me) 😍🤤🐱💦and more explicit pictures and videos 😍🐱🤤💦and talk that talk to me 😍🤤🐱💦, all of your forbidden thoughts emote them to me /channel them 😍🤤🐱💦as I channel mine as well as we submerge in each other 😍😍🤤🐱💦Passion we allow to take over us , give me seductive pictures and videos to wake up , I love that 😍🤤🐱💦 < mood

Wyaaaa.. , reach out to me baby, I’m right here

https://youtu.be/0E1xYcXsGp0

Text me babyyyy, come sit that ass on me, love you relentlessly , kissing you endlessly from every inch of your body

An article about energy poisoning/contamination popped up and I was like mannnn that’s what’s happening with you & I that was weird that it popped up 🤷🏾‍♀️ (and DONT let no one bring up anything in regards to ANYTHING) but enough of all that wyaaaa , you should be asking where I’m at .. I love when we both ask 😍🤤 tomorrow I’m going to the storeeee getting some stuffffff it’s gonna be great baby , you’re so beautifulllll , wyaaaaa babyyyyyy, 🖤, holding you down , keep it coming baby.. clock is tickinggg, time is going 😔

Text me babyyyy , about to sit with your soul, wyaaaa, text me, FaceTime me , why aren’t you posting for me *continuing to , and what’s your face, body, and stuff wyaaaa,

Ughh smh what’s up with you that you can’t send me pictures and videos throughout the day? How you just gon go M.I.A? 😢Time is wasting /going .. you should be reaching out to me , interacting with me

*Mmm I wanna see your face, I want to see your body, reach out to me.. come to me for everything , cause that’s what you supposed to do , that’s what’s in your heart to do..etc don’t let ppl play mind games on you and shit , all that shit is mind games, you have some pretty fucked yo ass ppl in your life/you attract some fucked up ppl in life , I guess it’s because of who you are or it might be some lessons you have to learn 🤷🏾‍♀️but it seems like even before I came into your life that almost all the ppl in your life can’t be trusted /are manipulative/..etc is that true? My life has been like that too I told you a little bit about it before and about some /mostly all the ppl in it

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Side note: I really wish you would post your number or iCloud ASAP , I wanna see you 😭, I said that I wanted to see you throughout the day, selfies, seductive pictures , nudes , interacting with me all the time , I love the picture you posted for me yesterday and you know and could feel I loved/love it , and I wish you could of posted more AND text me , but yo I was so happy to see you finally after what it seemed like foreverrrrrr 😩, and everything was perfect, and this morning it’s like the mood carried over , it was beautiful 😍🤤 I love it and I love you , it really do be feeling like it’s only you & I in the world 😍🤤🐱💦and is that shirt new? I love when/that you model things for me , you be killing the looks 😭🖤🖤 like.. you just gather up everything I love and just be like ta-daaaaa 😩😭😍🤤🐱💦, anything you wanna see me in? Any specific color you like to see me in? Or would want to see me in? Cause I wanna buy some things with you in mind, I also want your address so that I can send you stuff , i appreciate you so much 😍🤗🖤🖤keep it coming babyyyy , your eyes, your face, your lips, your lashes, your breasts, your poses, I gotta start writing in another post cause I gotta scrolllllll down so much lol and then I’m accidentally posting in previous post

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