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#scream with each other about your ocs & also talk about your days !!  communication is a love language & we should all share the love !!!
ithinkabouttzu · 1 year
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Boy Next door || Pt. 1
A Choi Beomgyu Fic
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Word count: 2.1k
Summary: y/n has been neighbors with an insufferable boy, Beomgyu for quite some time. When one day he wakes her up to an offer of a lifetime. A fake relationship with him, in return to get back at her ex and his fling.
Warnings: Fake relationships, beaten windows, an obnoxious Beomgyu, ex bestfriends & boyfriends, a hint of betrayal, Jake Sim is your ex lol.
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{pairing: Beomgyu x Female oc}
Being woken up peacefully was one thing, but waking up to a banging on your window was a whole other level of evil.
You groan lightly at the noise, wishing for a couple more seconds of sleep. There could only be one person who would bang on someone’s poor window at 9 o’clock in the morning. The one and only, Beomgyu.
‘’C’mon y/n I got to ask you somethingggg”
“Y/nnnn”
You hear the whining voice continue from the outside of your house. You groan for a second time, throwing your head face first back into your pillow.
“Beomgyu” You say to yourself with a small sigh, sitting up slightly, preparing yourself to go ahead and see what he needs. In Beomgyu’s world, this was a formal way of saying he needed you in some way. A simple text would work just find too, but no.
Beomgyu’s main line of communication was throwing rocks at the second story window of your room with loud yelling and screaming til’ you woke up. Thank God for the bush separating him and the window. If that poor bush wasn’t there, Gyu would probably try to climb in your window, then you would have actually tried to kill him.
You slowly raise yourself up in a full sitting position while shifting your aching body to the side of your bed, swinging your legs over so they could finally touch ground.
This was something that has been going on for years now.
He moved in to the house next door to yours in the 7th grade. Your parents decided it would be a great idea to welcome the new neighbors, the Choi family into the neighborhood by inviting them over to dinner. Your two families clicked then almost immediately.
At that same dinner is when you realized that Mr. and Mrs Choi’s son, Beomgyu was the same age and grade as you. Ever since that one dinner at your house, you guys had become good friends, not exactly bestfriends, but close enough to where you could talk to each other when you guys needed it.
He was spunky, and fun, and he brought out this rebellious side of you that you didn’t even know you had. It was also refreshing being friends with someone who went to a different school as you.
The only problem was, every time he wanted to hangout, needed to ask you a question, or just needed someone to talk to, he would bang on your window, and at unusual hours at that. Whether it was 7 in the morning or 10 at night, if he needed you, that’s just what he did.
Your family definitely took notice to this over time, sometimes the banging even waking them up. Your mom finally asked you about it the mysterious noise inflicted on your window one morning, obviously awoken by the loud sound from earlier.
When you told her it was Beomgyu, that’s all she needed to know to understand the situation, because that just seems like something Beomgyu would do, that’s just how he was. Ever since that interaction your parents haven’t questioned his odd antics but rather found it amusing between you two, even hinting that you guys would make a good match. Which never failed to make you gag nonetheless.
You get up from your bed, now remembering how nice it was to stretch in the mornings, you examine you room, trying to find your slippers, and before you could locate them you hear another loud bang coming from your window.
You stomp over to the noise, ready to tell off Beomgyu adding to one of the many times you’ve done before.
“What do you want!?” You swing your window doors open, throwing your hands in the air. You look at the boy, you could tell he looked tired and maybe a little stressed, but he still managed to break a sweet smile to you.
“Finally, you’re up! Cmon I gotta tell you something!” He motioned for you to come down to where he was.
“Really?! You just want to tell me something?? At nine in the morning?! Are you nuts??”
“Just cmon, y/n it’s important!” You hear his plea as you think to yourself. You need to get him back in the future. For all the years he has ruined those good mornings of sleep.
“I really wish I had a soundproof window” You whisper to yourself. “Okay i’ll be there in a minute!” You yell to the boy, closing your beaten and bruised window.
Again, you really did need a soundproof window.
You rustle around your room, trying to find some clothes to put on fast, you settle for the closest pair of pants next to you and a casual shirt laying on your side chair, and throw them on quickly. And as usual, you did not want to hear another ping on your window, meaning you needed to be quick before you heard another another noise from outside.
It was annoying, very annoying, only toddlers or children bang on windows to get someone’s attention, or just obnoxious people in romcoms.
Even though you hated being woken up to the sound of your window being beaten, it was nice to know someone enjoyed talking to to the point where they would bang on your window. It was maybe a little odd to see it in that way, but it was better than judging him for it.
You get your shoes and tie them on quickly, before heading out your bedroom door and shuffling down your steps with a quick smile
“Beomgyu again?” You hear a familiar voice ask you curiously. You look up, to see your mom peeling an apple in the kitchen, taking notice to your frantic motions down the steps.
“Yeah” You reply back with a knowingly sigh before heading out of the door and onto the side of your home.
“Ahhh there she is, finally.” You see Beomgyu appear from out of the corner, Raising his hands in relief as you rounded the side of your home.
“Yep, here I am” You give out a deep sigh, annoyed and eager to see what he wants.
“Nice to see you to y/n” He replies to your sigh sarcastically. “And it’s not everyday someone wakes you up from the kindness of their heart!”
“Sadly it is almost everyday”
“Why do you sigh so much? You’re so depressing sometimes y/n” He rolls his eyes jokingly at you.
“Cmon, get on with it! What did you get me out here for?!”
“Okay look here’s the thing, and it’s very important. You know Hazel, right?”
Hazel? Of course you knew Hazel. That girl had the award of being the most annoying girl you ever met, and had a past of using people to her advantage.
Hazel had used to go to your school, she was your buddy, your girl, your bestie even. All until you caught her and Beomgyu kissing in your room when you were gone to get you guys sleepover snacks.
Why were you mad again? Because at that time Beomgyu was your ultimate crush and you could say you were quite smitten with him, and she knew about it too, but that didn’t matter to her, the only reason of her being your friend was solely because of that fact that Beomgyu was your neighbor and friend.
You get it, Beomgyu is very attractive, but she took obsessive and extreme lengths to make him hers, even though he had made it clear he didn’t want any relationship with her before.
Ever since then, your relationship with Hazel went downhill, and fast at that. She moved to from your school onto to Beomgyu’s of course, and you guys have never talked since.
“yeah of course I know her” You roll your eyes almost so far they could pop out of your head.
“Okay well guess what she did? She asked out me for the spring formal! And, well, of course you know I said no! But then she proceeded to ask JAKE to the dance!”
You could feel your mind going blank for a second. Jake? Jake Sim? He was actually going to the dance with Hazel?
Jake was your first ever boyfriend, he was also your first ever heartbreak. You guys had started dating when Beomgyu moved next door in 7th grade, two long years later, You guys broke up because of “long distance” (that was only 15 minutes way) but you knew it was really just because he had just slowly lost any romantic feelings for you.
But of course this is something Hazel would do. She would ask HIM to the dance. It’s almost as if she was still trying to get back at you after the Beomgyu situation.
“So Jake and Hazel are going to the dance together?” You feel your mind spin again, it just doesn’t make sense. Jake always despised her when you guys dated. What changed his mind about her after all these years?
“You know what they’re doing,right?” He crosses his arms and leans his back onto the side of your house.
“Trying to make us feel like absolute shit?” You say in a dumbfounded, sarcastic manner, shaking your head at him.
“They’re obviously trying to make us jealous! You know there is only one thing we can do…”
Beomgyu looks at you, giving you that familiar mischievous smirk that has gotten you into so much trouble before. You could then completely understand what he had in mind.
“No, Nope, Nada, Never. It’s not happening.” You throw your hands in the air, already walking your way back to your front door. It was a stupid idea to come out here anyway.
“Wait, hear me out first” You hear his footsteps trailing behind you, trying to get you to understand his reasoning, but almost nothing could get you to go to agree to this idea.
“There’s nothing to hear. I’m not going to a formal with you!”
“But please!! Just please I’ll pay you back, anything, Even free boba for a whole month!! Cmon Y/n, just hear me out on this one” You stop in your tracks at one word, boba.
You turn around looking at him head on, “Free boba, for a month you say?” Your face can’t contain the smirk forming from your lips.
“Yes of course!” He’s gives you his best doe eyes and pretty pouty lips. You could see the desperacy in his face. It was hard to say no to someone as pretty as him, Especially in the angelic morning light.
“When is the formal again?”
“A week from today”
“Okay” You sigh, seeing his face light up into a sweet smile.
“Yayy” You see that same huge grin appear on his face.
“But-“ You stop his smile for a quick second. “We need to establish some rules first. “
“Okay, what are they?!” He says coming closer, curious to hear what regulations you had for him in order to be his partner at the dance.
An idea suddenly pops into your head, “Hold on, i’ll be right back!”
You run over to the back of your house, swinging the back door wide open with a fast push. You look for a stack of composition notebook paper and a pencil to write with, along with a nice clipboard to write on. All that you would usually find in the back of your house.
You finally locate all of your items, grabbing them all, before running outside the house once more and back to your previous position outside, where Beomgyu was sitting in the grass waiting eagerly for your arrival.
“Okay, i’m here” You huff out, regaining your breath back to its natural rhythm.
“What’s the paper for?”
“The rules. I’m gonna write them down and we have to sign it when we’re done”
Beomgyu sits up from his previous spot, moving beside you to see the paper. “Okay let’s hear them”
“Alright. #1 - We have to go dress and tux shopping together.” You looking at Beomgyu for approval before writing it down, in which he ends up nodding his head in return, ushering you to continue.
“Rule #2 - We can’t tell ANYONE it’s fake , not a soul, not even our parents. ”
“We have to?! You know how my parents are, They’ll be heartbroken if they find out it’s all a scam.” He protests, trying to challenge you on the second rule.
“That’s why we don’t tell them it’s a scam, we’ll just tell them we’re going as friends., but only they will know that.”
“Rule #3 - free boba for a month, of course.” You almost forgot, jotting down the rule quickly.
“Sure, and… What’s the 4th rule?”
“4th rule is..” You think to yourself. What could the fourth rule be? You give a quick glance to the boy beside you. That’s all it took to know exactly what the last rule will be.
“#4 - We cannot catch any feelings for each other after the dance, under no circumstances” You write down the last rule.
“Seriously?! Trust me that’s easy!”
You roll your eyes at his comment. “So do we have a deal?” you put out your hand for him to shake.
“Deal” He grabs your hand, shaking it hard. Making you wince once he let it go, shaking off the slight pain coming from your hand.
You sign the contract after him, sealing the deal, giving the clipboard back to him. It feels as if you just signed off your freedom for the next week, but there was no way to take it back now.
“I’ll be here to pick you tomorrow morning, and don’t be asleep when i get here!”
“Sure” You laugh, both of you finally walking back to your respective houses. This week was going to be hell, but you were up for the challenge and ready to finally get back at Hazel and Jake.
A/n: Hello everyone I hope you all enjoyed this first chapter!! I really had fun making this but please bare with me 😅 I haven’t written a multiple part story in a while so i’m sorry if it’s a little rusty LOL but if you enjoy make sure to like and reblog if you’d like <33333
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misstycloud · 1 year
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Evan Carter
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Name: Evan Henry Carter
Height: 186 cm
Appearance: Black hair, blue eyes and pale.
Likes: His darling, his son, cats, gardening, the rain, IKEA, soccer, coffe with milk.
Dislikes: People who hate on cats, too much sugar, standing in line, his old school bully, anyone who disrespects him or his darling.
TW: bullying,
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Evan grew up in a smaller town on the country side. The small population crated a community where everyone knew everyone. His family were no exception. Growing up with his parents and older sister, he got to see the rotten side of people. As he grew, Evan noticed that the people in his home town weren’t the nice. Not like they wanted everyone else to believe.
For example- there was Mr. Becker who was known for bringing up his wife in any conversation; No matter what it was. You could talk about a bathroom renovation and suddenly it was somehow about Mrs. Becker. A pair of ‘newlyweds’ folk said. ‘It’s like there’re still on their honeymoon’. The ideal couple the Beckers were. So how come Evan could sometimes see a flash of red hair through the window, right before the curtains would close. Mrs. Becker was a plump older woman with blonde locks, and there was no way she’d have dyed her hair. Besides, if she did; why was she blonde again next morning. Not wanting to be shunned by the community, they play the part of living spouses. Evan wasn’t sure, but he had a gnawing feeling they could tell that others knew.
Then there was his elementary school teacher Ms. Jenn. She was the school saint. The one who always asked how you were doing, praised you for every little thing, played with you. It was no secret that absolutely everybody adored her. Ms. Jenn loved all kids no matter who they were or loked like. So why was she looking at him with so much sustain? No, no, of course she didn’t hate him! She just forgot to ask if he wanted to partake in games. It was no big deal though. He seemed like one to enjoy playing alone, after all.
Even his own family was not spared from sin. His parents were just as bad as the neighbours, with their fake smiles and concealed resentment. The awfully long garden parties created solely so they could examine each other and judge. The fabricated friendships and affection made him want to vomit. He did not want part of that. What’s the point of making an effort to peruse a friendship with someone you don’t even like? Evan saw it as utterly meaningless, and perhaps that is one of the reasons they doesn’t have a good relationship.
Evan could not remember a single moment of his childhood where he felt any hightend emotion. Not when it feel like it’s gonna explode out of your body and it’s impossible to hold it in. In fact he was very good at holding in emotions, since they weren’t even strong to begin with. You know when you do something exciting and you just want to happily scream and jump around like a crazy person? Or maybe, when you see something incredibly sad that you want to ugly sob in your room 3 am.
Yeah, he never felt that. Not during his birthdays. Not when his class got to visit an amusement park. His grandfathers funeral did not make him shed tears either. Honestly, he was a bit glad the old man died, he nagged him about being a normal boy.
But he wasn’t. He wasn’t normal. Not by others standards at least. Although he breathed, ate, slept and had interests; no one seemed to think he was ordinary. At first when he was younger, he tried to argue against those opinions. But after a while he accepted that no matter what he said or did, no one was gonna change their mind.
With the judgement also came other inconveniences. One of them was bullying. It ranged from verbal harassment to ruining his clothes. If it rained the day before; they decided to push him into the mud. If his clothes were slightly nicer; they’d cut holes and rip the seams. Worst was it when they stole them. It happened when his class went swimming in a big lake near the town. When he got up from the water and prepared to get dressed, he saw multiple of his garments had disappeared. He got horribly sick after being forced to return home in simple swimming trunks. Evan thought he would freeze to death before he got home.
Not wanting the torment to continue, his ten year old self made a decision. If he wanted to be treated better, he would have to act like them. So he did just that. He faked excitement, regret, sadness and more. After using his newfound acting skills, did the town treat him better. It was a subtle change. It started with his bullies not threatening him for lunch money. Then they stopped cornering him in the boys bathroom. Eventually they left him alone completely. Evan supposed they perceived they couldn’t bully someone who was normal. That’s what he was; a normal boy. Actually most students left him alone. Only addressing him when absolutely having too, like under pair assignments.
The adults first chose to ignore the acts of the wretched kids, because of his strange behaviour. Why would they defend some weirdo kid who didn’t fit in on their description of a suitable child? But when Evan suddenly transformed into an ordinary boy, then it was a whole different story.
Things really turned around when he came back to middle school, after summer break. It was then that students started speaking to him without mockery. They even tried to befriend him! Saying things like; how smart he his and complementing his appearance. It seemed like the had all forgotten about the past. But Evan hadn’t forgotten a thing. He played along however. Made ‘friends’ and socialised everyday. He even joined a club; the soccer club to be exact. In it was his closest companions. They were the ones he hung out with most of the time. The ones who he formed close ‘bonds’ with. They ate together, laughed together and fought as well. But it never lasted long.
Despite appearing to feel so many things, Evan felt non of it. It’s not that he didn’t have any emotions at all, they were only not as strong. He felt very limited compassion when his geography teacher died, while everyone cried at the funeral most he could think of was that he hoped the new one would be better. Evan felt bad for the family, no doubt, but he wasn’t able to say the death moved him.
It went on like that until the day when he graduated. By then he’d already made plans to move to the city. His parents tried to convince him to stay, but yielded when he promised to send them money he earns with his good job. It was a small sun to pay in order to get the hell out of there. Finally he could live alone, without having to forcibly interact with people. He could make good money and just live life. But Evan understood it would take time before he could have a real good job, and he was willing to work for it.
In the big city, the young man worked his way through the years. Getting different jobs, and eventually better ones. With that also came bigger demands. His mother and father began asking for more money. If they could leech of their son in their now old age, why wouldn’t they? From his older sister they didn’t ask much. While on a phone call with them he found out she’d married a guy from her university. They’d met through mutual friends apparently. He didn’t inquire why he found out about it after the wedding.
When he met the love of his life, everything turned around. No longer did love seem pointless, no longer did he have to fake happiness, no longer was he alone. The party he met his darling was hosted by mutual friends. At first, he showed reluctance to attend, but after being practically threatened to come he put on his suit and went.
The best decision he ever made.
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bitterseadrop · 4 months
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— re: shipping .
first of all: my condolences to you and your muse. why would you want to ship with this woman.
with that out of the way , like mentioned last night , i'm gonna drop everything that comes to mind regarding shipping. originally i just wanted to write a whole thesis on what i generally assume for shipping & my boundaries on it as a mun — but i thought i might as well add a section about what to look out for if you're interested in shipping with a mad woman !
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out of character .
this post will focus on romantic shipping only. even so , i'm still quite flexible with most of the things as long as there's communication between me and my ship partners.
i love shipping !!! so much !!! and i'm not ashamed to admit it. all of my ships are very very dear to me & i think they're an excellent tool for character development on both sides as well. if you hmu & say you want to ship , 9.5/10 times i'll be down. however , i do reserve the right to turn down ships as much as the next person without having to go into detail and explain myself. sometimes it just doesn't fit. and though it may be obvious , i'll just mention it for the sake of transparency: as milou is usually portrayed from her early twenties to mid thirties ( verse dependent ) , i will not be shipping her with any muses below the age of 21.
milou has many verses for various media , and my list of shipping biases for each and every one of them is just as long , if not longer. milou may also talk endearingly with your muse , flirt and / or use pet names a lot. she's got a silver tongue & likes to use her feminity as a weapon sometimes. it's part of who she is & in no way , shape or form me trying to force a ship onto you. your muse is more than welcome to tell her off , reciprocate or just do what your muse would do.
while i really don't mind it if our first interaction as mutuals is literally ' hey do you want to ship ? ' , i still need chemistry and also some sort of commitment to the idea. i actually really appreciate it if you tell me right off the bat if you want to ship and you'll make my day by telling me i promise. but like i've mentioned many times before , milou is not easy to ship with. and i fucking suck ass at plotting sometimes. i am a slow writer , will always be & that extends to discord / tumblr dms as well. i'd like to see our muses interact for some time before jumping into any elaborate ships or plots , so i rely heavily on my inbox & memes to jump start interactions. literally the best thing you can do as a new mutual is go through my meme tag & flood my inbox i am not kidding .... unless i've got it closed to catch up on things or i'm too stressed at the moment , similar to now at the time of writing this lmao
i need to reiterate how important my ships are to me .... this extends to other dynamics as well , but just know that once our muses have any kind of established relationship : you have my eternal love and will never hear the end of it. i will invade your dms and your dash with memes , quotes and aesthetics and scream " THEM. " this is non negotiable. 💜 ( i think pretty much all of my current shipping partners can confirm. )
onto more technical things , i generally practice ship exclusivity with canon characters on my side. i don't expect the same in return , since i wouldn't know how that would work for an oc on the canon's side except ' this is the only character they're romantically involved with ' which is the last thing i want to force on my partners nor expect of them. personally i think every portrayal is unique to each & every writer , which is why the same kind of relationship with the same character may pan out completely differently. but since establishing a ship with me takes a while ( from my perspective ) , i prefer to limit myself to ship with only one iteration of a canon character as to ensure that i can pour in as much love into the ship as i can. note that this does not mean i will only write with one version of character xyz — just that there's only one i will romantically ship with. as far as flexibility on this point goes , i could be convinced to take on a second ship , but only if i feel like our characters have established a foundation where we could jump into a ship & my other shipping partner doesn't mind. i hope even though i kinda rambled here , it made sense lol.
that being said , if you have any questions or would like to stop shipping — please don't be afraid to let me know !! we're all just making things easier for ourselves if we talk about issues and try to resolve them together. this is a collaberative hobby , which is why i highly value communication with every writing and / or shipping partner. as for me , i won't ' discard ' a ship if you go on a hiatus or become inactive. life ( unfortunately ) exists , things happen ; i understand !
last but not least , i swear i'm not scary & i don't bite ......... please ship with me ? 🥺👉👈
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how to ship with milou mingate .
if my wall of text hasn't scared you off yet and you still want to ship with milou , i'll let you in on a few secrets now. ♡
a toxic / unhealthy relationship with her is ... more likely than you think. i'm not above establishing that kind of ship if you're interested in that — but if your muse would like to avoid that like any semi-sane person , there needs to be a proper foundation of trust first. her love is intense & she doesn't do things half-assed , it's either 0 or 100 for her — no in between. it can pan out into either direction though , depending on the kind of relationship you have with her , meaning on which side of ' healthy ' it is. the two ends of that spectrum are unyielding devotion and possesive obsession.
i will mostly focus on the former , where milou would be in a healthy relationship & enriching her partner's life , rather than corrupting it. it doesn't really matter at which point in her life you enter or start courting her. either way , milou is someone who ( for the lack of a better phrase ) mates for life. she's careful & meticulous in choosing who to trust and who to love — especially after the downfall of her father & consequentially her family. to say that she has trust & abandonment issues is an understatement. she needs someone that will love her despite her flaws , which there are a lot of , but not try to fix them. milou is a hedonist at heart & unapologetic about the decisions she makes that align with her interests , nor about the things she does for the people she loves — and trust me , if you make her decide between the demise of the world and her lover , she won't even hesitate for the fraction of a second to choose them.
generally , milou needs someone that stands by her side no matter what. she needs someone where she knows they will support her and choose her in the heat of things. even if there's not much they can do to assist a situation or things grow increasingly dire — milou needs someone she can trust to stay & not abandon her. no matter how charismatic , confident & outgoing she may seem , milou is the definition of feeling alone in a room full of people. she is the leader of something she was forced to inherit , the collateral between two gods & also their pawn — all of that , while no one to trust enough that she can freely confide in them. yes , she has a circle of close confidants that she considers to be friends , but those are also her lieutenants & she can't push past that boundary of some sort of employer / employee relationship — despite ensuring loyalty for eternity. after all , she is essentially still a mafioso & the vessel for grand power , living in a world full of predators & vultures that want nothing but her downfall. to be vulnerable is to die.
due to that , she fundamentally values nothing more than her freedom. the freedom to be who she wants to be & to do what she wants to do. the freedom to not be driven by forces unimaginably bigger than you. the freedom to be in charge of your own life & destiny , instead of being set on a predetermined path. as her lover , please don't take away her freedom & make sure to protect it with you life.
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sk1ttery · 8 months
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So tell me about Wallflower Delancys 👀
CW for talk of abuse, neglect, food issues, homophobia/transphobia, sexism and general toxicity. Minor character death.
Note: My goal with the Delancey’s in this AU is to humanise them and allow them to have a redemption arc of sorts while not erasing or excusing their actions. They grow and mature but are still held accountable for how they acted.
Oscar and Morris may be assholes a lot of the time, but at the end of the day they’re also just two scard kids trying to get by. Two kids who care deeply for each other in a way that’s oddly similar to how the Hattan and Brooklyn Bunches care for each other. They’re brothers and although neither of them know how to express it, they do love each other dearly.
After their mother passed away when they were too young to really remember her, their father started to get angry. And he dumped them in foster care to run off with the military. They experienced a lot of abuse in the foster system at the hands of Snyder. They were taken out of Snyder’s care around the time Jack was brough IN, though they were with him for a couple months. They always sort of felt bitter towards Jack because he’d always kick up such a fuss. He’d often get dragged screaming out of rooms. Laying low was how they survived so they resented Jack for doing the opposite though they also felt sorry for him.
Their dad was discharged a couple years later, came back and took them in again. He ended up being horrendously abusive. He was brutal, a control freak and wouldn’t let them do a lot of things. He’s forced gender roles and toxic masculinity and sexism.
He’d force things like “Boy’s don’t cry.” “Women are baby machines.” “You can’t play with that, it’s a girls toy.” “Don’t hug your guy friends people will think you’re gay” and a lot of other shitty things.
They were forced to call him ‘Sir’. They weren’t allowed to call him dad or pa. If they ‘messed up’ they’d endure intense punishments, like not letting them eat (which resulted in Oscar having a lot of issues with food) shutting them in closets, beating them.
He’s blow up on them at the LITTLEST mistakes. So they’d hide at out at their Uncle Weisel's. But for too long he'll come looking for them.
In school they met a boy named Markus, who went by ‘Dirtmouth’. (An OC). They befriended him quickly, but he only fuled their anger and encouraged their lashing out. Which was the beginning of their toxic friendship and them bullying the Newsies.
I personally HC Morris as the older brother. He’s nineteen while Oscar is eighteen. And they’re stuck to each other like glue. Morris is fearcely protective of Oscar. From a young age he’d always put Oscar first and often forget or straight out refuse to take care of himself, much to Oscar’s distress.
Morris really struggles with school due to multiple learning disabilities and he was held back a year which ended him up in Oscar’s grade. (He was secretly a little relieved because this meant he could keep an eye on his brother easier). He has dyslexia, dyscalculia and dysgraphia, so numbers, writing and reading are pretty difficult and he often has to ask Oscar or their Uncle Weisel to help him with it. He’s also Autistic and has ADHD.
Oscar on the other hand is far brighter than he gets credit for. He’s geat at maths and excells in English, so he usually helps Morris out where he can. He’s also Autistic and ADHD and has an anxiety disorder. He’ll sometimes experience verbal shutdowns when upset or overwhelmed and because neither he or Morris know sign, they find it hard to communicate and it can often lead to frustration on both their parts.
Oscar’s the kind of person to get frustrated extremely easily then upset that he is frustrated.
Morris is more the kind to ‘punch the frustration out’.
After they ran away from home, (far later) they ended up getting an apartment together and get a little wobbly cat who they name Bean! Oscar saw a car dump him and took him home.
Oscar hates being touched without warning, but even with warning he’s iffy unless it’s someone he’s comfortable with. He’s easily spooked by loud noises and/or sudden movements, he’s extremely jumpy but usually tries to play it off.
Because of their upbringing and their dads views on the LGBTQ+, Oscar stayed in the closet for years which only added to his frustration and caused him to lash out more. He was terrified that if Morris found out, he’d hate him, but Morris was actually supportive.
Because Oscar is his brother and they only have each other. So they need to stick by each other no matter what.
After Dirtmouth ended up going to far with the bullying, Oscar and Morris sort of realised how messed up everything was. And Oscar was the first to back off. He’d had time to think and mature and he felt awful for everything that happened, so when he got the chance, he tried to apologise. Morris, a couple months later followed.
But I won’t spoil how THAT went.
I’ll say again. All of this is an explanation for how they acted. Not an excuse. I only want to humanise them.
Some little facts in an attempt to humanis them and make them NOT one dimensional bullies?
Morris is a dog person. But doesn’t mind cats.
He is not the best cook but he makes a mean lasagna.
He NEVER has his own clothes, they’re always stolen by Otto and Oscar.
He likes action and superhero movies and likes comics because they’re easier for him to read.
His hands are always covered in bandaids and he sometimes puts silly little kids ones on.
He’s scared shitless of moths.
His handwriting is so messy that it’s near impossible to read. Oscar struggles so much with any notes Morris leaves for him.
Oscar however, has really neat handwriting. It’s really pretty ??
He absolutely loves cats. He’s deadass such an animal lover. But he must pet every cat he meets.
He likes gaming with Morris.
He’s a good cook.
He’s secretly a theatre kid. He loves Oliver !
He’s rarely ever wearing his own clothes. He always steals from Morris.
He’s TERRIFIED of spiders.
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metalfairygirl · 3 months
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I present to your attention a sketch of my League of Legends OC.
Meet Alex, the Shadow Child.
She is a teenager of sixteen years old, and is also a member of the Shadow Order. Her main weapon is the Shadow Technique, which she got thanks to the Shadow Tears she drank when Master Zed started teaching her. Unlike other Yanlei, she never killed people, because she couldn't bear the thought of taking someone's life. Zed tried to convey to her that sooner or later she would have to resort to violence, and each time he failed. Alex was the very epitome of compassion and mercy. Because of her pacifistic views, some members of the Order treated her negatively and considered her weak, but it was not for long. Alex's main feature was that she could solve any problem with words, not brute force. She had no equal in this, and that's why Zed made her his negotiator.
When it's not about politics or any other problem that needs to be solved verbally, she's not very talkative. At most, she can say two or three phrases. The most frequent way of her communication is body language, which is understandable to everyone. For example, a nod of the head, a shake of the head, her facial expressions, a raised or lowered thumb, as well as sounds that almost everyone can pronounce. This applies to those with whom she does not communicate very often. But when she is with those with whom she is on very good terms, she can talk, but she watches her words and carefully selects them.
By nature, she is very calm and there is almost no way to make her lose her temper. She keeps a neutral expression on her face most of the time. But behind this impenetrability are incredible intelligence, determination, the ability to find the right solution, as well as kindness, compassion, pacifism, bravery and courage.
How did she get into the Shadow Order?
In fact, Alex did not always live in the Temple of Thanjuul. She was born on Koyehn Island, Hwei's hometown. Her father was a fisherman and her mother was a seamstress. Little Alex grew up surrounded by love and care from both parents. Every morning she went fishing with her father, and in the evening she sat on her bed and listened to her mother's fairy tales while she braided her braids. Every year she went to fairs and festivals with her parents. She also admired the artists who lived on her island, but she did not have a craving for art.
One rainy night, when Alex was nine years old, her family was attacked by a hungry and angry demon, who woke up the whole family with its piercing scream. That night, Alex's parents died from the fangs and claws of the monster, but the girl managed to escape. She managed to hide in the forest, and it was there that she fell asleep, not knowing where to run next. The next morning, the frozen, soaked, and chilled baby was found by Zed, who arrived at Koyehn on political business. Waking Alex up, he asked what she was doing alone in the forest, and the black-haired girl just burst into tears and rushed into his arms, saying that the demon had killed her parents. Showing pity and compassion, the Master of Shadows took Alex away and made her a new member of the Shadow Order.
Alex's relationship with other characters.
Akali, the Rogue Assassin.
One day, while walking, Alex met Akali. A former member of the Kinkou Order attacked the Shadow Child, but Alex said she didn't want to fight her. At first, Akali did not understand what was going on, and then she was surprised that this Yanlei turned out to be a pacifist. Akali hasn't attacked Alex since that day, but she's still wary of her.
Hwei, the Visionary.
Alex met Hwei when she returned to Koyehn one day to remember her childhood. When Alex's parents were alive, the Temple of Koyehn was still intact. But when a sixteen-year-old girl found herself among the ruins, she asked out loud what had happened here. A male voice answered her that this temple had been destroyed by Jhin. She discovered that she wasn't alone here. Not far from her stood a tall and thin man with long dark hair with a large brush in his hand. At first, Hwei was wary of Alex because of her membership in the Shadow Order (he recognized this from the tattoos on her face and arms). But then he calmed down after learning that she was a pacifist and she was from Koyehn. Soon they started talking a lot and so they formed a very good friendly relationship. Soon Alex began to visit Koyehn very often and communicate with Hwei. So a real friendship was formed between them, and Hwei got a best friend.
Kayn, the Shadow Reaper.
Alex treats Kayn like her older brother. He is her protector as well as her friend. Despite Alex's pacifist views, Kayn still treats her like his younger sister and loves her very much. Yes, for many, Kayn seems rude and proud, but next to Alex he is very sensitive and caring. It can be said that the Shadow Child is the main weakness of the Shadow Reaper. Kayn taught the young girl a lot. He trains with her very often. He loves to ride her on his back and also tickle her because he loves her laughter. If Alex is offended by someone, he will immediately fly into a rage and go looking for his sister's abuser in order to scare or even kill them. He also wants to make Alex his right-hand when he becomes the new Master of Shadows.
Shen, the Eye of Twilight.
Shen met Alex during political conversations and noted that she had a competent speech, and she also showed him great politeness. He also noted that she exuded a rather friendly energy. He treats her with respect. Perhaps even with some warmth. Alex treats him with respect.
Yone, the Unforgotten.
Alex met Yone when she was attacked by azakana. After that, they crossed paths with each other several times, but there was a neutral relationship between them.
Zed, the Master of the Shadows.
Alex is sincerely grateful to Zed for not leaving her alone when she was small and helpless. She shows him just a lot of respect, dedication and loyalty. Also, unbeknownst to him, she calls him her father, whom he replaced for her. Maybe someday she would tell him about it, but not now.
Some information about Alex.
Name: Alex
Age: 16
Gender: ♀️
Height: 155 cm
Weight: 45 kg
Species: Human (Magically Altered)
Pronoun(s): She/Her
Weapon(s): Shadow Technique
Status: Alive
Place of Origin: Koyehn, Ionia
Current Residence: Temple of Thanjuul, Ionia
Occupation: Shadow Order Negotiator
Family: Unnamed Father ✝️, Unnamed Mother ✝️, Zed (Adopted Father), Kayn (Adopted Brother)
Region: Ionia
Faction: Shadow Order
Nicknames: Kid, Sis (Kayn); Little friend (Hwei); Child, Little one, Kitten (Zed); Kiddo (Akali)
Aliases: The Shadow Child, The Shadow Seer (Future), Hyperdeath Priestess (Future)
Characters inspirations for Alex: Frisk (Undertale), Kris (Deltarune)
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todestochter · 4 months
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𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒈𝒖𝒊𝒅𝒆 .
first of all: my condolences to you and your muse. why would you want to ship with this woman.
with that out of the way , like mentioned last night , i'm gonna drop everything that comes to mind regarding shipping. originally i just wanted to write a whole thesis on what i generally assume for shipping & my boundaries on it as a mun — but i thought i might as well add a section about what to look out for if you're interested in shipping with a mad woman !
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out of character .
this post will focus on romantic shipping only. even so , i'm still quite flexible with most of the things as long as there's communication between me and my ship partners.
i love shipping !!! so much !!! and i'm not ashamed to admit it. all of my ships are very very dear to me & i think they're an excellent tool for character development on both sides as well. if you hmu & say you want to ship , 9.5/10 times i'll be down. however , i do reserve the right to turn down ships as much as the next person without having to go into detail and explain myself. sometimes it just doesn't fit. and though it may be obvious , i'll just mention it for the sake of transparency: as milou is usually portrayed from her early twenties to mid thirties ( verse dependent ) , i will not be shipping her with any muses below the age of 21.
milou has many verses for various media , and my list of shipping biases for each and every one of them is just as long , if not longer. milou may also talk endearingly with your muse , flirt and / or use pet names a lot. she's got a silver tongue & likes to use her feminity as a weapon sometimes. it's part of who she is & in no way , shape or form me trying to force a ship onto you. your muse is more than welcome to tell her off , reciprocate or just do what your muse would do.
while i really don't mind it if our first interaction as mutuals is literally ' hey do you want to ship ? ' , i still need chemistry and also some sort of commitment to the idea. i actually really appreciate it if you tell me right off the bat if you want to ship and you'll make my day by telling me i promise. but like i've mentioned many times before , milou is not easy to ship with. and i fucking suck ass at plotting sometimes. i am a slow writer , will always be & that extends to discord / tumblr dms as well. i'd like to see our muses interact for some time before jumping into any elaborate ships or plots , so i rely heavily on my inbox & memes to jump start interactions. literally the best thing you can do as a new mutual is go through my meme tag & flood my inbox i am not kidding .... unless i've got it closed to catch up on things or i'm too stressed at the moment , similar to now at the time of writing this lmao
i need to reiterate how important my ships are to me .... this extends to other dynamics as well , but just know that once our muses have any kind of established relationship : you have my eternal love and will never hear the end of it. i will invade your dms and your dash with memes , quotes and aesthetics and scream " THEM. " this is non negotiable. 💜 ( i think pretty much all of my current shipping partners can confirm. )
onto more technical things , i generally practice ship exclusivity with canon characters on my side. i don't expect the same in return , since i wouldn't know how that would work for an oc on the canon's side except ' this is the only character they're romantically involved with ' which is the last thing i want to force on my partners nor expect of them. personally i think every portrayal is unique to each & every writer , which is why the same kind of relationship with the same character may pan out completely differently. but since establishing a ship with me takes a while ( from my perspective ) , i prefer to limit myself to ship with only one iteration of a canon character as to ensure that i can pour in as much love into the ship as i can. note that this does not mean i will only write with one version of character xyz — just that there's only one i will romantically ship with. as far as flexibility on this point goes , i could be convinced to take on a second ship , but only if i feel like our characters have established a foundation where we could jump into a ship & my other shipping partner doesn't mind. i hope even though i kinda rambled here , it made sense lol.
that being said , if you have any questions or would like to stop shipping — please don't be afraid to let me know !! we're all just making things easier for ourselves if we talk about issues and try to resolve them together. this is a collaberative hobby , which is why i highly value communication with every writing and / or shipping partner. as for me , i won't ' discard ' a ship if you go on a hiatus or become inactive. life ( unfortunately ) exists , things happen ; i understand !
last but not least , i swear i'm not scary & i don't bite ......... please ship with me ? 🥺👉👈
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how to ship with milou mingate .
if my wall of text hasn't scared you off yet and you still want to ship with milou , i'll let you in on a few secrets now. ♡
a toxic / unhealthy relationship with her is ... more likely than you think. i'm not above establishing that kind of ship if you're interested in that — but if your muse would like to avoid that like any semi-sane person , there needs to be a proper foundation of trust first. her love is intense & she doesn't do things half-assed , it's either 0 or 100 for her — no in between. it can pan out into either direction though , depending on the kind of relationship you have with her , meaning on which side of ' healthy ' it is. the two ends of that spectrum are unyielding devotion and possesive obsession.
i will mostly focus on the former , where milou would be in a healthy relationship & enriching her partner's life , rather than corrupting it. it doesn't really matter at which point in her life you enter or start courting her. either way , milou is someone who ( for the lack of a better phrase ) mates for life. she's careful & meticulous in choosing who to trust and who to love — especially after the downfall of her father & consequentially her family. to say that she has trust & abandonment issues is an understatement. she needs someone that will love her despite her flaws , which there are a lot of , but not try to fix them. milou is a hedonist at heart & unapologetic about the decisions she makes that align with her interests , nor about the things she does for the people she loves — and trust me , if you make her decide between the demise of the world and her lover , she won't even hesitate for the fraction of a second to choose them.
generally , milou needs someone that stands by her side no matter what. she needs someone where she knows they will support her and choose her in the heat of things. even if there's not much they can do to assist a situation or things grow increasingly dire — milou needs someone she can trust to stay & not abandon her. no matter how charismatic , confident & outgoing she may seem , milou is the definition of feeling alone in a room full of people. she is the leader of something she was forced to inherit , the collateral between two gods & also their pawn — all of that , while no one to trust enough that she can freely confide in them. yes , she has a circle of close confidants that she considers to be friends , but those are also her lieutenants & she can't push past that boundary of some sort of employer / employee relationship — despite ensuring loyalty for eternity. after all , she is essentially still a mafioso & the vessel for grand power , living in a world full of predators & vultures that want nothing but her downfall. to be vulnerable is to die.
due to that , she fundamentally values nothing more than her freedom. the freedom to be who she wants to be & to do what she wants to do. the freedom to not be driven by forces unimaginably bigger than you. the freedom to be in charge of your own life & destiny , instead of being set on a predetermined path. as her lover , please don't take away her freedom & make sure to protect it with you life.
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dark-mnjiro · 1 year
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happy new year to all my mutuals and followers. it has been a wild year and I just want to thank all of you for being here and putting up with my constantly changing interests. I appreciate everyone one of you! I’m going to apologize now - I’m typically not this sappy. Please ignore me - I usually don’t get emotional like this, but a lot of this needed to be said.
To my followers, thank you all for the support over the last year - even helping reach my 500 follower milestone. You guys have seriously helped boost my confidence in writing again and there’s too many of you to name to thank each one of you personally, but just know - I do read each comment, reblog, tag, etc you leave on my fics or in my inbox. And you all never fail to make me smile. 🥺
Too my mutuals, while there are also too many of you to thank individually- you have all been such a god send. I love seeing you in my inboxes, notifications, ect. I love the banter we share especially with my every changing interests and THANK YOU FOR PUTTING UP WITH THAT AS WELL. I know I’ve convinced so many of you to join the bllk cult - no I will never apologize for it either.
There’s just a few shout outs I wanted to make before the year comes to an end. To a group of people i interact with constantly - even outside of tumblr and they just aways make my shitty days brighter.
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@dilu3 - you are literally like the little sister I never got to have. You match my chaotic energy at every turn and our conversations are never boring. We’re constantly keymashing, all caps screaming in our group chat and somehow manage to understand what the other is saying without it even being remotely words.
@katsukikitten / @baroukitten - I am so thankful we started talking even though it’s been fairly recent. Spamming manga screenshots back and forth especially of bllk to each other on discord while screaming about our common interests in characters. Especially Barou and Nagi. 😩 you always send me such wonderful messages while I’m at work - cheering me on ESPECIALLY ON TUESDAYS WHICH ARE MY GARBAGE DAYS. YOU HAVE NO IDEA HOW MUCH THAT MEANS TO ME.
@blkladyelle - ELLE. HOW CAN I EVEN BEGIN TO DESCRIBE OUR FRIENDSHIP. The fact you pop on randomly to send me DMs just to telling me how much you love me and hope I’m having a lovely day is just so precious. It makes my heart melt. I love sharing fic ideas with you and how you help me break down the constant stream of ideas in my head - because it never seems to stop 🙃 ughhhh you are perfect.
@awkwardchick87 - while we’ve only been moots for a few months - I love that I can just spaz completely out on servers about TR with you. Especially with season 2 coming up. SCREAMS. I can’t wait. Also- I’m going to convert you to the bllk cult even if it kills me! Join us.
@ryndicate - ryn… oh RYN. The conversations we have on dash can’t even compare to the chaos that is our conversations on discord. Constantly spamming manga screenshots of Kaiser’s mullet back and forth while screaming what a tool he is that you can’t seem to escape - I have also found a friend that I can vent frustrations when it comes to the fandom community on this app with. You’ve always offered solutions to my vents as well which has been so helpful and I appreciate it so much. You have no idea how thankful I am for us meeting on this silly app this year. You and your mullet loving self. ✌🏻
@knchins - ally. My best friend. My partner in crime. My WIFE. We go back further than this app and I foresee our friendship going beyond it too. Our constantly creations of OCs and story building together. You always the best person to go to for story building/universe creating. You have such a great imagination even though you don’t seem to think so. You’re a talent writer and I wish I even had a fraction of your talent. You have no idea what you mean to me… you’ve been there through the good and the very ugly parts of me and you’ve never left - even when so many others did. You encouraged me to stay on track especially with my BPD treatment especially on the days I wanted to throw in the towel and give up. You’re always there when I need a shoulder to cry on and just to zone out while we watch our weekly showing of bllk/YouTube videos together. You’re probably the first person I message as soon as I wake up every day and the last person I send a message to before I go to sleep (or I fall asleep mid message before sending). You’re more than my best friend - you’re literally the family I choose to have in my life. 💕
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wandawiccan60 · 2 years
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I Løvē Yøū, But I Døn’t Want Tø…
Tommy Conlon X OC (Amara Walter) One-Shot SMUT
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A/N: Hey everybody I hope you all had a wonderful Mother’s Day. I am back with another One-Shot, but I’m bringing Tommy Conlon to the list this time. I actually wanted to make this short story from hearing I Love You by Billie Eilish and also Fade Into You by Mazzy Starr. I hope you all enjoy this small and semi sad one shot I have made. And tbh I got a little sad while I was writing this story. But I hope you all enjoy it and again my friend Enjoy!!!🖤🤍🖤
More of our MMA Fighter??? 👉🏻X (If you want to train with Tommy Conlon💙🤍🥊)
WARNING 18+!!!: Mentions of Suicide, Alcohol Use, Fluff, Use if Pain Killers(Drugs), Depression, and SMUT
TAGS: @hecatemoon87 , @omgeternal , @jarvisrocks , @tomhardyspinkyfinger , @kittycatcait219 , @rikki-b-lake , @zablife , @alikaheroes , @theshelbyclan ,
Word Count: 4387
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It was pointless even to want to live at this moment, that Tommy just felt that ending his own life would solve his entire problems. He walked his way to his refrigerator and inside contained bottles of beer that he hadn’t touched ever since he went out with Amara. It has been almost 4 months since he hasn’t spoken to her since that idiotic incident he committed in front of her. Feeling many guilts, just thinking about how he fucked up his relationship with Amara. He could still remember the day when she found him secretly drinking those unnecessary painkillers again, and that made her and Tommy get into a big and ugly argument. Remembering how his anger got the best of him, he screamed at the top of his lungs at her, telling Amara how it makes him feel better and to mind her own damn business. Amara took the bottle of pills away from his hand and threw everything away down on the toilet.
“What the fuck Amara? Why did you do that?” He screamed as Amara ignores him as she flushes the toilet, seeing the pills go down the drain.
“Tommy, this is not you, you told me you quit drinking those pills a long time ago. Why did you lie to me?” Amara said as she then walked her way out of his bathroom.
“Because they make me feel better, and it also makes me feel nothing. You won’t understand because you don’t know what I went through when I was a kid. And why should it even concern you in the first place?”
“Jesus Christ, Tommy, because I’m your fucking girlfriend. And it should worry me because what if one day I find you dead on your bed? What do you think your family and I would feel, huh? We all be fucking devastated if you accidentally overdose yourself with those damn things. Don’t you ever think about me or even your brother, your dad, everybody that loves you while taking those damn pills?
Tommy just rolled his eyes while he paced back and forth in his sort meant room while Amara’s eyes formed tears in her eyes.
“I should have never let you in my life. In fact, I wish I never met you in the first place at the diner you work at. I should have followed my gut and never talked to you in the first place and I wish I didn’t kiss you and said I love you that night either,” Tommy said as he looked back at Amara seeing in her eyes filled with hurt and shock.
She couldn’t process what he just said coming from his mouth. She felt like she was kicked in the face like he didn’t care if it hurt her or not. Amara just nodded her head quietly and, without saying another word, she picked her jacket off from his bed and left him all alone in his apartment.
Tommy then, in an angry fit, took out two bottles from the fridge and, in an angry, frustrating way, undid the lids. He took one bottle and drank it down without a care in the world, wanting to feel nothing inside and just drink his sorrows away.
After that traumatic incident that happened between the two, Tommy and Amara tried their best to avoid seeing each other at the community college they both attended too. Amara was the person who encouraged Tommy to attend the school since he told her when they talked more to each other after they met at the diner, she worked as a server. That he had an interest in wanting to learn more about engineering for cars. And with Amara’s help, he got his application filled out and once he got the call back from the school, he successfully made it in, which made him feel grateful and was a thrilling moment for both Tommy and Amara. Especially that he was going to be more around Amara, his best friend, and thankful that he found a person like her.
Both Tommy and Amara met each other 6 months ago after Tommy moved out of his dad’s house. Which he had a hard time deciding if he should leave his dad alone or not. But his father, however, told him to not worry about him, for he would rather want to see his son start his own life once again. And he wished him nothing but good luck, to stay out of trouble, and most of all that he loves him so much no matter where he goes. At first, he didn’t want to leave his dad all alone in his house, but he promised his dad that he’ll come by and visit him during the holidays and most of all would want to get together with his brother Brandon and his family. So after the day, he moved out of his pop’s house, he then drove towards the east side of Pittsburg, where he was lucky enough to find a really nice middle-class apartment. Where he was close to a gym, some stores, and most of all, what caught his attention was this diner called Little Suzie’s Cafe, two blocks down from where he lived. And one day he went to check it out while he adjusted to his new neighborhood. Once he stepped inside the restaurant late one evening, that’s where he accidentally fell in love and met Amara. After that night, his universe became nothing but happiness and felt alive once again.
Tommy rarely was the type of man to open up his heart to anyone, especially women, and he still had that bit of shyness inside of him. He would always try his best to not show off too much about his personality because he fears that if he shows people who he truly is as a whole, he expects people to find him annoying or a total asshole. But when he met Amara, it was such the complete opposite, for she liked anything to do with MMA fights, working out at the gym, loves to hear the same music as him, and most of all she loves dogs either big or small. And for some very odd reason that he himself still questioned, to this day, why, out of all people, did he catch interest in Amara? Was it because he felt it was the right thing to do, or was it because he needed a friend? Or maybe even he wanted to have someone to call him and know that love is not such a bad thing to feel. But Tommy wanted to know a bit about her after he asked her if she wanted to hang out, which he didn’t want to think was a date or anything. But deep inside his soul, he lied to himself since he wanted to see how this will work out once he got to know her better. And after Amara got off of her shift from the diner, they then went to go walk in the park, and as they spend a good two hours together, that when Tommy knew he found himself a keeper.
After that day, both Tommy and Amara never stopped talking to each other as if they have been friends for so long in another life. They then went to the gym together, went on small dates, and listened to music while they drove out late at night, and while at school they both would mostly study and eat lunch together while doing their finals, which Tommy found to be a pain in the ass. But Amara would always giggle at seeing him struggle and get irritated at how much work he had to do. But Tommy always had a fun time, knowing that he was always with Amara by his side. Every time he was with Amara, in or out of school, he only felt nothing but brightness in his heart, and most of all, he never ever felt shy around her whenever he would talk to her about anything. And what was more beautiful to him is that Amara would always listen, no matter what the conversation it was, that they will share with each other. And in return, he as well would fall into a deep trance whenever Amara would speak about herself, her likes and dislikes, favorite foods, etc. he never was tired of listening to her sweet and relaxing voice of hers.
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After 5 months of talking and attending school together, Tommy did the unthinkable when he asked Amara to be his girlfriend. This surprised him the most because he really didn’t have the courage and confidence to do such a thing, especially because he never was good at asking girls out. But ever since he has been around Amara, he sees things differently before his eyes. Like he needed someone to break his shell completely and once she came into his life, he felt freer. The way he proclaimed his love for Amara was while they were driving and listening to music late at night, as usual. And as they approached a red light while their favorite song called Fade Into You by Mazzy Star, came up on the radio, Tommy put the car in park mode while Amara was too busy lip-syncing the lyrics to the song. And without saying another word, he then reached across to her and kissed those small yet sweet lips. Amara just kissed him back as she placed her right hand over his left cheek, deepening the kiss more tenderly. After that sweet moment, they both went back to Tommy’s place, and they both made love to each other on that same night.
Tommy was kissing her lips deeper and harder this time as Amara moaned in between their lips, as she wrapped her arms around his bulky and strong shoulders. Tommy started, then placed small kisses on her neck while he gently caressed her breasts, making her moan louder.a Tommy then undid his dark blue shirt while Amara helped him out, seeing his now exposed and strong physique. She then kissed his neck while Tommy helped Amara in getting her white shirt off as they both felt each other’s skins connect.
“Tommy, please give it to me already. I want you so much right now. Please make me yours already.”
“I’ll make sure that I’ll give what you want, sweetheart. I love you Amara, and you are mine now,” he said while he undid her black bra, as they both know were topless at that moment.
Amara then laid her back on the bed while Tommy made his way down to her center, and as he reach down her jeans, he then pulled down the material along with her panties. As he then placed small kisses on both of her inner thighs, Tommy, without losing a beat, he licked her clit while pinning down both of her legs, making Amara gasp.
“Oh, fuck Tommy yes mhmmmm,” Amara moan as Tommy continued to lick her now wet folds of her pussy.
He then inserts two fingers inside of her while he continued to lick her clit making Amara almost fall over the edge at how good Tommy is making her feel.
She then grabbed a fist full of Tommy’s hair as he increased his speed, making her moan louder. As Amara felt her juices coming out around his fingers, Tommy then stood up away from her core, now unbuttoning his black jeans while Amara kiss his lips once again. As he took his jeans and boxers off, he then hovered on top of her again as he felt his hard member against Amara's right thigh. She then, in a quick swift made Tommy land on his back on the bed, now taking dominance on top of him. They both smile at each other and they both kissed once again, and Amara as well made his way down to his hard center as she left kissed along his muscular body. As she reached her destination, she then wrapped her hand around his erect dick and teasingly licked the top of his cock, making Tommy hiss in pleasure.
“Oh baby, yea, give it to me,” Tommy moaned as they both looked into each other’s eyes while Amara kiss the head of his cock.
Amara then slid down on him, filling her mouth with his hard member. Tommy cursed as he felt her hot mouth making him go crazy at how good she feels. Amara then went up and down while she massaged his balls with her right hand. He then gently grabbed onto her hair while she gave him pleasure to his cock as he bite his bottom lip.
“Don’t stop Amara,… fuck yea, yea,” Tommy moaned, feeling like he was about to burst inside of her mouth, but she didn’t want to, not yet.
As she stopped giving him head, she then got back on top of him, and both of them stared again into each other’s eyes, feeling nothing but joy at that moment.
“I love you, Tommy Conlon,” she said as Tommy gently caressed her right cheek with his hand.
“And I love you more Amara Walter.”
As Amara picked up the pace more, increasingly, as so rode Tommy’s hard cock ever so as he dug nails deeper against her hips. He couldn’t really hold it much longer, for they both were at the brink of cumming soon. Amara and Tommy both moaned in unison as they then wrapped their arms around each other, feeling their hot breaths on each other's ears. As Tommy grabbed a hold of her ass, he, then could help it anymore and then cummed inside as groaned next to her right ear. As they both finally rode out their juices, Amara then laid on the bed next to Tommy as she snuggled close to him as wrapped an arm around her.
“Fuck, that was so so good Tommy. You are a natural,” she said while she chuckled, making Tommy gently pinch her side.
“Ouch Tommy, what the hell?”
“That’s for being a naughty girl, hehe, but yes, I know that was fucking great. Really makes me want to go for another round. What do you think, baby?” He said while he looked down at the woman that is now his girlfriend.
“I think you just read my mind,” she said as she kissed Tommy’s now red sweet lips.
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After 4 bottles of beer later, Tommy sat on his brown couch while he mumbled many things that made no sense, but all the while his mind was just out, and what he had as the company was the background noise of the TV being played. He then drunkenly tried to reach out for another beer, which he accidentally dropped to the floor. The liquid now spread throughout the wooden floor.
“Fuck... me, you fucking... son of a bitch,” he said drunkenly, slowly trying to reach down on the floor.
Tommy then tried his best to stand up on his legs, but he would only just go off balance as he was doing so. But suddenly he fell down to the floor, making him groan in frustration as he now was on his knees smelling the alcohol on his shirt.
“Ahhhh fuck me,... my favorite shirt,... is ruined,... goddamn it,” He said in a slurring way while he tried on his knees now.
Suddenly he heard a knock on the door, which he then carefully got to his feet and drunk walked his way to the door. As he got to the door, he looked through the peephole the door, and he then suddenly got panicked at that moment. It was Amara on the other side of the door, which he then just cussed under his breath.
“Shit, shit, shit, it’s Amara. No, no, no, not right now,” Tommy said, not knowing what the fuck to do at that moment.
He didn’t want her to see him all drunk and fucked up, not right now. But he knows that if she saw him in these unexpected circumstances, he just had to suck it up, even though he was already drunk at this point. He then took in a deep breath for a moment or so and unlocked the door. Tommy, now in all of his drunken mess, was facing at the woman that he fell so hard for since the beginning, now was here once again. Amara just felt stunned at the sight of seeing Tommy look like shit, and she then looked at him up and down and she now could smell the alcohol from his body.
“Jesus Tommy, what the fuck happened to you? And is that beer that i can smell? Oh, for god’s sake Tommy, are you drunk?” Amara said while Tommy just looked down at the floor as he balanced himself against the door frame.
“No,.. I’m not,... I just, I’m fine just... not myself right now,” Tommy said as a hiccup came out of his mouth.
“Oh, for love of god Tommy, here let’s get you cleaned up, come on,” Amara said as she now wrapped an arm around Tommy’s body, which he refused at first.
“Woman, I’m fine just, oh fuck...” he said as he out of balanced ran his way to the restroom, landing on his knees and puking inside the toilet.
Amara just felt so uncomfortable, disappointed, and heartbroken to hear and see him like this. After they stopped talking, she couldn't believe how he had changed so drastically fast from a jolly and bright man to a dirty and ruined man who was now puking up in the bathroom. That just made her feel terrible for him, not knowing why she came here. Amara couldn’t help but feel upset at seeing him in these conditions, knowing that they hadn’t talked for months. After what happened to them on that day, she couldn't stop thinking about Tommy. She felt heartbroken, upset, and depressed for days, knowing what Tommy said about wishing he didn’t meet Amara only made her hate him more. She as well tried to avoid him in school, and one time they both bump into each other while they were walking through a hallway. As Amara was close to Tommy at that moment, she just awkwardly jogged away from him, not wanting to look up at those blue eyes she missed so much. Her heart beat fast after she made her way out of the building, and once she got into her car, she broke down into tears, wishing she didn’t have to cry her eyes out for someone like Tommy. But tonight she had the courage to come and see him, but all she got in return was seeing Tommy drunk off of his ass.
“Ohhhhhhh man,... fuck,” Tommy mumbled inside of the toilet while he tried his best to get on his feet once again.
He then flushed the toilet as he got back on his feet, while Amara on the other side of the door came in. He was now looking at his own reflection.
“I should just go, Tommy. I should have not come here tonight. Especially how you are right now. I’ll see you later Tommy. Goodnight,” she said as she made her way out of Tommy’s apartment.
“No Amara, wait please, no, no, stop,” Tommy said while he followed her behind.
As Amara opens the door, it was quickly then shut in a loud bang by Tommy’s right arm, making her wince in fright.
“No, Tommy please let me go, your not well, just I’ll come back another day, Tommy let go of the door,” Amara said trying her best to open the door but it was no use since Tommy had a strong grip on the door.
“Amara, please listen to me. I'm truly sorry for being a dick to you, baby,... I fucking screwed up the both of us. I did big time for saying that I wish I never wanted to meet you. My stupid brain said that I didn't mean to say all of those words love. Baby, I’m sorry. Please forgive me, please give me another chance. I promise I’ll change. Amara. Baby,” he said while he now whimpered in between his words.
Amara then gave up tugging on the door and just burst into tears, while she leaned against the door, crying her sorrows out. Tommy as well sobbed his tears out, as he then leaned back against the wall next to the door, as he slid down onto the floor, hugging his legs against his chest. Amara still had her body facing the door, deciding if she should leave him or not. At that moment, she only felt nothing but defeat and achiness. Why out of all people, was she crying her tears out for a man like Tommy? But she then remembered the many fun and yet memorable moments he shared with Tommy, loving every second and minute with him. His smile, laugh bright blue eyes, everything that she could think of about him. Ever since he touched and kiss those lips of his, she knew that he as well as a keeper, hoping to see a future with him no matter how bumpy and rough the road will be for them.
Amara then turned herself around, her back now leaning against the door, as she now faced Tommy, who was on the floor, still crying his eyes out. She as well felt tears still coming out of her eyes, but a moment later she then walked his way to him. She then placed a gentle hand on top of his soft brown hair, as she now caressed his head, trying to calm him down. And in a fast gesture, he then hugged her waist, not wanting to let go of her.
“Tommy,… it’s ok.”
“No, it’s not ok, I’m sorry baby really, please forgive me. I love you so, so, much. On that day, I did not mean to say those meaningless words to you, baby girl. I fucking miss you, my angel, so goddamn much. I asked myself after that day when you left, what the hell did I do? Every single day, I asked that question to myself, feeling nothing but guilt and shame upon myself. Amara, I promise you at this moment,… I’m going to change for you, for me, for our future. I don’t want you to see me like this ever again. I hope you believe me. I swear to you my light, my flower, my Amara,” Tommy said as he looked up into Amara’s bright brown eyes.
She then hoisted Tommy up on his feet. As she did, they both then made their way to the bedroom. But she stop mid-way as she turned the TV off and after that, they both walked off into the bed. She then gently made Tommy sit on the bed while she then took her black sweater off. Once she finished removing the material around her body, she then made her way to get a towel from the restroom. She then filled the towel with water and then came back to Tommy, still sitting up on the bed while he gazingly looked down at the carpet floor. She then sat next to him while she cleaned his face and mouth with the wet towel she brought with her. Tommy mumbled something that Amara couldn’t understand, and she then quietly shushed him as she continued to clean him up.
“Amara, I beg you,… I didn’t mean to make you cry or even hurt you. I just hope you know I love you. I was afraid to love you at first, but now, I was so wrong, to begin with,” he said as he now looked back at Amara’s face, how he missed her sweet feminine face.
As Amara finished cleaning his face off as much as she could, she gesture for Tommy to lay back on the bed, which he then did so. Once he was on his back, Amara then made her way to lie down next to him and, as she did so, she gently placed his head against her chest. Tommy then wrapped his arms around her body, hugging her tightly this time. As they both fell in silence for a moment or so, Tommy then looked up at
Amara as he placed a gentle hand against her cheek, making her look down at him.
“Please don’t let me go, Amara, I need you so much, you are my queen. I never felt so lucky and grateful to have you in my life. I never felt this way before for someone until I met you,” Tommy said as he now placed a gentle kiss on her other cheek, making Amara hug him more tightly.
“I’ll never let go of you Tommy Conlon, never. For you as well are my light, my king, my warrior, my everything. And I believe in you for wanting to be better for us and for yourself. And I’ll be happy to be by your side. No matter how tough things will get for us, we will always be positive. I love you my Tommy, my baby boy,” she said, placing a small kiss on top of his forehead.
“I promise to be better from now on. Thank you for being in my life, baby. I don’t know where I’ll be right now if I never met you,” he said as he now was drifting off to sleep.
“I know you’ll be a better man Tommy, I trust you and believe you, my sweet boy,” Amara said as she as well felt sleep consuming her body.
“I missed you, baby girl.”
“And I missed you more, my Tommy baby,” Amara finally said as they both now drifted into a peaceful sleep.
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A/N: Thank you all again for reading. I know I know you must be thinking why was Tommy Conlon so depressing?? Yes I know believe me I felt very sad when I write this one shot but I promise you all I have an upcoming Tommy Conlon story called “Feral Love” and I can’t wait to share it with you all soon☺️☺️☺️ As always guys please leave a comment and reblog it’ll mean a lot guys again you guys are the best!!!🤎🤎🤎 As always guys thank you every single one of you and see you in the next post. See Ya!!!
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I remember following you back months ago when I first entered the animanga rpc and I was scared as hell because I had never written in this community before and plus I wasn’t caught up with certain series so I feared being judged lmao. But we bonded over JJK, and just talking and writing with you really helped me become more confident in my writing and characterizations. And the reason why I stayed is because not only are your characters wonderful and so well developed and I want to kiss them all, but it’s also just so fun to write with you. I love plotting with you and having connected ocs where we can world build together. I love writing canon x oc stuff with you to the point where our ocs feel like canon characters (like I honestly can't picture Oscar with anyone but Francis or Gojo with anyone but Ahmya). I love screaming about our ships with you and sending art of them. I love just being able to chat about anything and everything with you, even if its just asking about how our day's been. What I have with you is one of the main reasons why I love roleplaying. You’re a treasure, Space! <3 
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mob vc: i was scared as hell me vc on the other side: omg why r they following someone like me im such a pleb. and excuse me now im gonna write mob a novel. i was so scared to approach your gojo with ahmya, because i was CONVINCED you weren't gonna go for the ship, bc you know- fandom is wild. and you didn't like the idea- but they turned out exactly how i imagined them. two people who due to circumstances outside of their control, they ended up being perfect for each other. ahmya's endgame is always gonna be gojo, as much as i complain about him, and as much as she does. you give him depth, and you allow him to experience emotions. lets not talk about the number you did on sanemi, bc when i approached you with enemies to lovers with airi, i really thought you were gonna laugh at my whole ass cliche for her, but you didn't. and it ended up with me rewriting her backstory so that sanemi is the one who found her. all of your muses have directly effected mine. mars will be included in ahmya's original lore, and even the ships we don't write much, take up so much space in my head. you post about one of your muses, and im immediately 'my inner so and so is soft'. im always thinking about the stuff we have going on, and our threads give me an insane amount of muse. francis only gonna date one boy, that's oscar. that's his boy. the storyline we have for them is just chefs kiss. our connected ocs? our lil polyship. i cant get enough of them, icb you made my muses a monster fucker. ( me bc i too would kiss krorkot on the mouth, pucker up. ) i love world building with you, it's always so fun, and it's always.. like something i already thought about. we always seem to be on the same wavelength about anything we write. i honestly could go on and on about how wonderful every one of your ocs are. i love all of our canon x ocs, and i love our oc x oc. best of both worlds right here. in all honesty, after less than savory instances on trpc, i think i would have left if i didn't love writing with you. i love talking to you, i love sharing our days, i love talking about our ships. i love thinking about our ships. if i could send you art all day every day, i would but tumblr ims would eat it. you are geuinely one of my favorite most important people on this hellsite. you are a fantastic writer, and have some of the best canon characterizations on tumblr. i can say with my whole ass chest that i wanna write with you for a really long time, and be friends with you. you are a wonderful person, and im so glad to have met you. wonderful mun, wonderful muses, wonderful writing, wonderful graphics. AND made me fall in love with writing and rp again, i was really disillusioned before i joined animanga because me and mob joined around the same time. i genuinely thought no one was going to show interest in my ocs, and for a while, definitely felt that way. but mob showed genuine interest in my ocs and made me feel like i was a good writer again. i felt more confident to bring more of my ocs to tumblr bc of them.
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i am simply starting my day by saying that if six years ago i had the love & support that i do today , i would have cooler ocs & write in sick prose - 
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ballorawan740 · 2 years
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SCP Scenarios: SCP 173 (The Sculpture) x Reader | NEW CHARACTER
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(Don't ask about that GIF)
I did change 173 slightly in a way that he can move his limbs and communicate verbally, so Peanut here would be a tiny bit OC
First Encounter
You both met in 173's cell
For some reason, when you blinked, 173 just stood in front of you
Like, this peanut didn't kill you or anything
It was more as if he was interested in you
He somehow found the ability to talk
Even patted your head to your surprise
This also supposed the whole of the facility since they've only observed 173 spanning everyone's neck and teleporting
And they've never seen him move his arms since he's a literal peanut statue that secretes poop (and blood I guess)
Your feelings for him
You began to realise you fell for him after someone had mentioned how often you visited the statue
Definitely would try to hide it, to begin with (Cuz it's odd that y'all be falling for a peanut statue)
But later on, you decide to drop hints about it to your crush, Peanut
He looked as if he was clueless
But he definitely has gotten the hint way before you even realised your feelings for him
Because you make him feel butterflies
If anyone tries to flirt with the statue, you would become furious (Cuz you paid for this statue)
Most likely would tease you at times
His Confession
Probably would plan it out
Which didn't work at all
So 173 would just do it out of the blue
To which you agreed of course (Cuz y'all need some Jesus! At least you weren't like Clef when he- nvm)
Definitely surprised the foundation as well since nobody has ever fallen for this statue before (Aside from Clef)
Some would give you both odd looks while others were more curious about your relationship
Probably would conduct tests between the both of you
Only because they want to see if 173's behaviour would change
Like if someone blinked while standing behind you
Date
Since the foundation doesn't let 173 out of his cell, most of your dates would be in there
173 would be similar to 035 since he's pretty chill and laidback
You both would be laying on the floor and looking up at the ceiling
Probably talking about a lot of BS
Probably would tell you his favourite method of killing (which totally isn't snapping necks)
You both would tell each other about your day and peanut would joke around a lot
Is rather sassy as well so if anyone judges, you can always count on 173 to save you
Most likely by snapping their necks
Or sassing them out to the point of no return
When he gets jealous
It's rare to see 173 jealous since he's quite laid back and doesn't really mind who you're with
If 173 does get jealous he would most likely snap their neck
Or just teleport behind you and just stare at whoever is hitting on you
Or he would bend down to their height (if they're short ofc) which does are them off quite a bit
Would definitely drag you back into his cell to which surprised the researchers
Because they found out that the cameras were working and they heard screaming coming near/from his cell
Peanut can be slightly possessive of you
Especially when he knows somebody is hitting on you on purpose regardless of whether they knew you were taken or not
Most likely would ask you who you are hanging out with and for how long
When there's a containment breach
There's a 50% chance that he caused the breach
Whether he did it or not he would look for you
As he's looking for you he would snap some necks
Even gave 682 a heart attack
More than once actually but we don't talk about that here (cuz that hurts 682's heart)
Could care less about every other SCPs/workers
If you were hurt peanut would hunt down whoever did it to you
Probably would stroll down the facility instead of teleporting
To which you giggled
The look on the researchers' faces when they saw 173 frolic across the hallway and back into his cell was priceless
You were even there to witness it and everyone looked at you like they've just seen a ghost
Yandere!173
Would lock you up in his cell
Probably would tie you up as well
Definitely would torment you by teleporting in front and away from you
Sometimes would blindfold you
Not even the researchers could get you out
They've even asked 131 for some help and it didn't work as effectively as they thought for whatever reason
If you somehow managed to escape your freedom wouldn't last long
173 would manipulate you to the point that you felt that there weren't any way out for you
So in the end, you just stayed in his cell (probably regretting life choices while you're at it)
At least he's nice enough to let you eat proper food served in the foundation (had to make that clear in case y'all didn't get the hint and thought he gave you smth else to eat)
His younger sister
You're both alike and very close indeed
The foundation was shocked at how alike you both were
And you both were inseparable
So every time there's a breach and they see either of you, they know the other is just around the corner
You both would be sassy, sarcastic and funny
The foundation would be entertained by your remarks
Although you may or may not snap necks like peanut, you do display some form of curiosity towards the foundation staff and the SCPs
Like that one time when there was a containment breach and you leaned in rather close to this rookie and he just screamed as he laid on the floor
He did get quite a lecture afterwards but you decided to just tease him whenever you both meet
When his kid says their name for the first time
Would be joyful af
Nobody would hear the end of it
Like imagine the last words you hear is 173 telling you how his kid spoke their name
Like it took them so long to just get the pronunciation right
Tries to get them to swear late on though
Much to your dismay
173 is a cool and laid back type of dad so you wouldn't have to worry too much when you're away
Unless it's about being a good influence then you should (Not that it matters anyway...)
Probably would teleport to whoever/whatever just tp tell them about it
Even bothered 682 to the point that the lizard begged the foundation researchers to remove either of them
When his S/O is angry
Would run/teleport 10000000000000000000 miles away
Especially if you're mad at him
Probably because he broke your favourite cup and didn't tell you about it because he know that your best friend gave it to you as a gift (Don't say y'all don't have friends)
Would try to calm you down after a while though
Which didn't work too well because you still wanted to rip his head off
If it was somebody else who made you mad he would probably be entertained
Unless it affects himself of course
Probably would try to hold you back and get you to calm down
In which you wanted to rip off his head as well which ended so well for peanut
If 173 cant run anywhere he would just hide in the corner and cry
Probably would as the researchers for some help as well
They don't because they don't want to die either
When someone tries to steal you away
When peanut finds out he would hunt down whoever tried to steal you without hesitation
Would snap his neck and everyone else who were involved or knows about it
Takes you back to his cell
Checks if you were hurt even though you were looking at the kidnapper's @ss
Would try to stay by your side at all times even though he knows he can't
Stares at the researchers every time they talk to you
If it was a D-class they would die in an instant
Has a burning hatred for certain kinds of people
When his Pregnant!S/O gets hurt by accident
Cries without a doubt
Would bandage you up without a doubt
Would cheer you up by doing weird dances and impressions
Most likely would tell you off as well but your puppy eyes get to him
So he would just take that back and just baby you
Would kneel down to talk to the unborn child about your bad behaviour
You swore you felt it kick
173 would get all excited and more protective than usual
Wouldn't let anyone near you unless you were going into labourr
Meeting a Fem!Dragon!Hybrid!Reader
Would be quite curious about you
Finds you rather cute because you're so pure, kind and small
Wants to adopt you without a doubt
The researchers would have mixed feelings about you being in the same cell as 173
Peanut was lowkey terrified when you breathed fire
Was somewhat ok with you crying lava and levitating objects for a bit
Somehow managed to get 343 and/or Scarlet King to help you improve your telekinesis
Definitely would play hide and seek with you and some others
They don't get a say otherwise peanut would snap their necks
When he accidentally kills you
It was when some guy unintentionally pushed you which angered 173
Like he teleported to him and his friends
You tried to explain but 173 didn't listen so he proceeds to snap everyone's necks
Trying your best to defend the poor guy, you stepped in front of them which lead to 173 snapping your neck as well
The guy was shocked but managed to run before anything happened
Word got around that 173 had snapped your neck and was now permanently depressed
Like, he stopped snapping everyone's neck for quite sometime
Felt so guilty that he went to 049 to see if he can fix you
But he wasn't able to so he went to SK and God
They were transported to another facility so they weren't able to do much for this statue
Yandere!173 x Evil!Reader
Not as dense as some of the other SCPs but 173 wouldn't have guessed that you worked for another GOI other than the foundation
Since you used your knowledge of 173 to your advantage, 173 would find out rather late
173 found out who you were working with since the late arrival of the Black Queen came by to collect you
173 would try and kidnap you back into his cell at the Foundation but failed miserably
Would try and warn the foundation but they couldn't get you back either
Since you were with the Black Queen, 173 was plotting to get you back without any distraction
The foundation realised how dangerous 173 has become and isolated him far from the other SCPs
At times, the foundation would use your name in order to get 173 to work with them which worked 50% of the times
Trying McDonald's Sprite
Would be confused about this 'Sprite' from McDonald's since he doesn't eat or drink anyways
173 would be rather curious about this beverage and does give it a try
Finds it tasty and you soon realise he has officially become a sweet tooth
Was probably a mistake but if you ever needed to bribe 173, get him some Sprite that's specifically from McDonald's
Like that one time you bought him Sprite from Tesco's, he said it tasted more disgusting and refused to finish the drink
You should probably give him some apple pies, pancakes and some other sweet stuff from McDonald's
Sometimes the foundation would even give him some Sprite whenever the cleaners are cleaning his cell
Would find it amusing that the only way to get him to stop snapping necks are Sprite
When his kids swear
Would 100% be ok with it
173 probably is the one who taught his child to swear
Probably would let them drink alcohol at a young age as well
Maybe around their teenage years, but would let them try a sip if they're under 10
Wouldn't even be mad if his kid swears accidentally
Peanut would most likely encourage it
Doesn't mind if his kid swears at others, but the others would probably complain
When Child!Reader scares him
Wouldn't be hard to scare 173 tbh because you're so small
You'd be running around and giggling while doing whatever
Until there's some silence
173 would probably brush it off at first until he didn't hear a sound for 20 minutes
Does check around his cell to make sure you're still there
Panics because he can't see you
Until he turns around and had a full-on heart attack because you jumped on him
The researchers definitely hear a screech coming from his cell
They all started laughing once they found out
When the reader pole dances/aerial silk dances
Very similar to 035
Would be in awe of you dancing for him
If you were pole dancing he would probably watch you with those eyes~
Most likely end up in you both performing in another activity
If you were aerial silk dancing, 173 would probably be amazed
Would try and dance with you but fails terribly
Because he keeps dropping like dead flies
Most likely broke his back
Sometimes the researchers wonder how it's even possible for 173 to break his "bones"
Having a Pregnant!S/O
Would crack a lot of dad jokes here and there
Follows wherever you go
Rubs your belly whenever he can
Definitely would make a full conversation with the unborn child
Sometimes would read stories that do make you feel sleepy
Does whatever you tell him to do
Cracks some necks if he can't give you what you need
Would cry whenever you have your mood swings
During labour, you grabbed his arm so hard that it almost broke him
When you try to commit suicide
Would teleport to your side at an instant
Wouldn't let you out of his sight ever again
173 would try to cheer you up which may or may not work
Definitely would kill whoever made you feel this way if any
Make you stay in his cell for a while
Maybe even permanently
Wouldnt let anyone touch you
If you had any scars 173 would cry
Peanut would try his best to stop you from feeling that way
Having a Hopelessly Romantic/Easily flustered GN!Reader
Would definitely tease you
173 would find it adorable that you fluster easily and is hopelessly romantic
I'd say he's pretty hopelessly romantic to a certain degree
Will kill if anyone teases you
Because your adorable flushed look is only reserved for him
Although he would tell all the other SCPs about you
049 and 035 get it the hardest but 035 is completely fine with it
049 would rather just stay in his cell than to hear 173 talk about you for 200 hours
Probably knows more about you than peanut himself
173 would boop your snoot whenever you have that cute look
When you're about to be executed - Yandere!173 x D-Class!Reader
173 would snap everyone's neck and kidnap you back to his cell
If anyone ever mentions your name, 173 would instantly snap their necks
And if they ever tried to find you, he would know and would hide you somewhere else
If you ever tried to flee, 173 would teleport to your side and bribe you to stay 'home'
By bribe, I mean he would force you to return by teleporting the both of you
If anyone sees the both of you, 173 would stalk them to no end
Would torture them if they were to tell the foundation about this
Not even the other SCPs could help
When you curl up in their lap
Would find you the cutest thing on Earth
Aside from 999 of course
If he's exhausted from doing nothing, he would probably just rub your head/back
Definitely would tickle you whenever he can
Finds it comforting when you do curl up in his lap
Thinks that you're so cute to the point that he would kill for you
When you kiss his neck
10000000000000% loves it
Would definitely be vocal because he has no shame
Most likely would ask you to do it again
Even if you were in the middle of talking to someone and they hear him
If you were in the mood, you could tease him with neck kisses for hours on end
Probably would ask you to move on to the next activity but you know he loves being teased
Then after that go back to cuddling
173 would scream but the last time that happened the whole foundation went deaf and you gave him the cold shoulder for a while
Definitely cried about that so he tries to restrain himself
But you feel bad so you just carried on
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tottymatsuno · 2 years
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karamatsu🕺✨
favorite thing about them
I think he's funny lil guy. I also love the way he talks, I think it's beautiful he's trying to be himself unapologetically. While Karamatsus confidence isn't 100% genuine you gotta hand it to him that he takes these severe Ls day after day. He's also sweet and he tries to be helpful! I think he'd be a fun dude to be really close friends with tbh, he'd have me rolling. We could crack funnies all day.
least favorite thing about them
This is less on Karamatsu and more on his fans but I hate when people designate him the only abuse survivor and refuse to acknowledge his bad/manipulative behavior. I especially hate this in relation to Todomatsu.
favorite line
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they deserved this shit. Karamatsu said "yall wanna drag me into this toxic self hating nonsense? Let me tell you bastards about yourselves real quick."
brOTP
Chokei, zaimoku! Chokei is so funny to me, they're besties and they hate each other. Same with zaimoku.
OTP
Karabita. Also he's my community bike, my divvy. Anyone who's interested in him I ship with him. I ship everyone's ocs/si with him! Let him have his Karamatsu harem, he deserves it! Karamatsu girls and boys, come forth and adore him! Shower him in your lavish praises and extol him!
nOTP
Bl. Other than that none!
random headcanon
Karamatsu should work as a designer! He has a lot of creative energy and that he would actually work really well in printing of ofc fashion design. Karamatsu would be a great book designer.
unpopular opinion
I think Karamatsu should be allowed to kill his brothers when he wants to and also that he can beat up any of them save for Todomatsu at least once an episode. Also I also think the fandom should acknowledge Karamatsu is violent, abusive and toxic towards all of his brothers in the same ways. I also want people to acknowledge that none of the brothers - especially Karamatsu is the perfect victim and that they all hurt each other purposefully and are all injured by one another. Nobody, Karamatsu included is harmed more than the others. The trauma each brother goes through is localized and custom for their individual needs.
Karamatsu's just reads more obvious to the audience and so it's easier to justify when Karamatsu hurts his brothers purposefully by saying "he didn't intend to!"
And he cant sing 💕
song i associate with them
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This one!!! He's got a bear that looks like my teddy bear Henry! I screamed when I saw this!!!
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sirensmojo · 3 years
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"KINDRED",5 - Tommy Shelby x Reader (x Alfie Solomons).
Warnings: Alfie is a warning, mention of abduction, swearing, guns, fluff & slight angst at the end.
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Summary: You're an ex war-nurse reconverted as the leader of a feminist organisation. You join forces with the leader of the backstreet Birmingham gang, Thomas Shelby, to cut the head of the Fascist serpent, Oswald Mosley.
Word Count: 5K+
AN: Gina's family is totally OC as we know nothing about her in the show / POV alternate between characters' and Y/N's.
*Masterlist*
❰ ​Previous Chapter
*Margate, Solomons’ residence*
“Alfie!” You exclaimed. You were wearing a white woollen coat with fur around your neck, the same coloured futrzane at the top of your head flattening your finger-waved hair on each part of your face.
Under the woollen coat, you wore a light brown satin dress covering your full body with white high heels. Your look wouldn’t be complete without your blue stones jewellery collection of necklace and earrings. Your golden rings complimented her fingers above one of your white lace gloves.
That was the sound of your heels that made the man turn his head, his mind was elsewhere and he didn’t hear your call.
“Eh, eh, eh. Who that might be, huh, none other than Y/L/N.” He muttered to himself, squinting his eyes looking towards you.
You got closer to him and met with a frowning maid that looked at you with envy at the back of her eyes. You offered her a genuinely warm smile that let your white teeth out, which confused the maid.
“Glad to see you’re still breathing, Captain.” You reached to him.
You were always seemed to be open and all heart with women whereas you were the opposite with men.
“And what you be doing here, love? Thought I left you back in the smoke, innit?”
“Well I’m here Alfie, that war’s done, but there’s another one coming.” Y/N said outright. You stopped in front of him, took off the glove free of rings and passed your fingers through his hair, down to his cheek. Alfie remained silent as Y/N's fingers sprinkled his skin with sparks.
You grabbed his chin between your index and thumb, moving his head to the side, you were examining the damage that has been done to his right eye. “I met him.” You solemnly let out.
He already knew who you were referring to.
“He a fucking bookmaker, what you have with him?” He innocently let out, which made you chuckle a bit as you sat down on the sofa in front of him.
You clicked your tongue before slowly putting back your glove. “I love you, Alfie. There’s no bad blood between us but you know me. So don’t fucking try me.” Your threat was covered with an implied mention of your intertwined past, so you would reason with him with both reason and sentiment.
He grabbed the binoculars laying down next to him and raised it vertically towards the sea. “Fucking birds making noise all day annoying my peace of mind... If our mate didn’t shoot me I’ll be shooting ‘em, you know.”
“He was here before me, so you know he entered politics, Alfred.”
He glanced at you hearing his full name on your lips. No one but you ever called him that, and he had forgotten that habit of yours.
“I mean, he would’ve shot me anyway, right. But aiming right is free, innit?” He looked away. “Even at night, they be fucking screaming, mate. Try sleeping in some fucking screaming box.”
“You have trouble sleeping?” You snapped back, interested, catching the man's attention. He knew exactly what you were referencing to, shared memories about sharing beds during war.
“Not like that.” He got back to looking in his binoculars, choosing not to go on to that path.
“Not like that, huh?” You raised your brows at him, he had opened the gates and shall have what he asked for.
You let your coat fall on your arms, showing your naked shoulders and tilted your head. “We could still work it, like good old times, eh?” You teased the man, your Y/E/C piercing eyes not leaving his face.
Alfie didn’t even look at you. “Where’s your gun, Y/N?” He asked, presenting his palm to you, waiting. “Care to give it here for a sec?”
And without even thinking twice you grabbed your little gun from your shoulder holster under your coat and placed it in Solomon’s hand. You were watching his movements as he cocked the gun and aimed something outside the house you surmised to be the birds he was talking about.
“Thought you’d hand me one of your rifles, mad deceived ‘am now” He followed the targets with the gun without daring to shoot.
“War’s over, Alfie.” You put back on your coat and lit a cig before leaning backwards on the sofa, making yourself comfortable.
“Came in here telling me some war coming, now telling me it’s done…Come on, pick a struggle, love” He grumbled to himself as shifting his position.
“I lied. Actually, the war’s already here, and I have both feet in.” You raised your brows, smoking your cig.
“Me none.”
“Not yet.” You snapped back, getting up. “Look, Alfred. Margate’s not doing you any justice. Get back in business, come back to London.” You encouraged him. “You didn’t welcome me when I set foot in town. Didn’t even kiss me ‘bonjour’ *talking french* (=hello). I need my Captain back.” Your voice lowered on the last part as if you were pouting.
“Did you ever put your palm on one eye, eh? When child, you do that to see if life is any different seen by one eye or the other. You cover one eye with your palm and look fucking far away, yea. I used to do that often, you?” He stops what he was doing to glance at you, that was standing near him.
“No.”
“Well, life’s fucking different. Yeah” He nodded to himself confirming his story. “It really is, one eye doesn't show what you see with the other. I’m fucking blind, now. Can only see one side of life, can’t I?” He turned to you, staring. Under his confusing metaphor, he was talking common sense, and it wasn’t difficult for you to decrypt his code as you knew the character.
What he was saying was simple, the experience with Tommy & the Italians made him insensible to the things that used to interest him before. Business and power weren’t things he cared about now.
You silently nodded before sitting right next to him. You put a palm onto one of your eyes and looked to the sea, searching for the screaming birds. Once you found one, you rushed your hand under your dress, to the inside of your thighs, your hand came out with another gun that you pointed straight forward before shooting.
A bird’s helpless scream was heard before Alfie’s mouth opened. “Damn, woman. You still got this.”
“You just gotta picture what’s behind the black spot, Alfred. You fucking draw the lines in your head, because you’ve seen them. They’re here, somewhere in your mind, you just gotta draw them.” You muttered to his ear and he let out an “Um.” before trying to also shoot a bird.
(...)
When Y/L/N's foot touched the gravels of Small Heath’s ground, each women’s head turned to her as a disturbing silence spread over the crowd. She got out of the car when Lizzie opened her mouth, catching the attention of Polly, “He’s fucking her.” She spat with disgust, her eyes filled with jealousy and fear of losing Thomas once again.
Once a month, the peaky girls joined the reunion of women in Small Heath’s streets. This meeting's purposes were to one, show men that women, too, could gather, and second, to scare the institutions and politics about the numbers of women ready to fight for their rights. It was originally organized by Jessie Eden, a communist & feminist leader, but quickly was taken over by Y/F/N and her organisation.
Deleting the "communist" part of this meeting surely helped women gathered even more as they knew they weren’t directly taking sides in political matters, so the risk of getting arrested was low.
Polly’s eyes went from Lizzie to Y/N, who was shaking hands with some women wearing a soft smile along with a determined gaze. “Saw her once, going out of Tommy's office.”
Lizzie rolled her eyes. “Every woman he be fucking went to his office.” She seemed fed-up, one of her feet angrily taping the ground back and forth.
“What business does Tommy have with a feminist?” Pol’ utterly murmured to herself, frowning. What was her surprise when she recognized the other woman coming out of the car, being none other than Ada.
The Thorne, initially Shelby woman, stood right next to Y/N, her brown hat set down on her finger waved hair. She wore her cream woollen coat with fur on her neck and ends of sleeves with pale rose heels. Her nails were bordeau-painted and complimented the red of her lips.
Polly never thought of Ada being interested in anything but communism, but here her niece was, and the thing that hit the Gray woman the most was that Ada seemed to belong there, talking to women and shamelessly shaking their hands. She wasn’t as reserved and distant as she usually was when around people.
“Let’s get out of here.” Polly started to walk away.
Lizzie frowned, “No reunion today?” She seemed relieved, she will not have to face the blonde woman that troubled her most lately.
“No reunion today.” Pol responded. She didn’t want to learn anything from Ada’s activities by spying, but she’ll surely try to draw it out of her later.
(...)
“You what?”
“Ada, sit.” You motioned to the nearest chair.
After the reunion, they both went to the house you bought for the organisation. It wasn’t big, nor elegant. It was a simple Small Heath’s house reconverted in an office.
If you wanted to stand a chance in changing the traditional standards toward women’s place in society, you needed to expand your organisation. You would put cabinets at each corner of the streets if needed. Women needed to know they stood a chance, they needed to know they weren’t alone in their battle and they needed to know they are protected, and that part, you made sure to honour.
“No, I’m not going to fucking sit. You didn’t talk about abducting somebody’s daughter, Y/N!”
Even if you didn’t have the police in your pocket, Tommy did, and their deal gave you the assurance you'll be able to run your business the way you wanted to. It was always better to have someone else command people to leave you alone than you using your high social status to get what you wanted. This way, if things went bad, it wouldn’t be you that’ll take the blame.
You sighed while raising your brows at Ada’s reaction. You pulled out your cigarette case and lit one that you handed her. Thorne took it and went to sit on the sofa, leaning her back to get comfortable.
“Damn, you’re just like him.” Ada let out, glancing at you who let out a “Huh?” of confusion.
You were intently looking at her as she also seated on the couch in front of you. You ignited yourself a cig and puffed on it, waiting for the other woman to process the information of you abducting Gina Gray.
“It’s like I’m in a meeting with Tommy.” She sighed. “It’s always about business and I can’t read him.”
In other words, you didn’t need Tommy to keep the police away from your activities, you could do it yourself if you wanted to. But taking care of this yourself meant to jeopardize each person in your organisation, and you couldn’t afford to risk it all.
“I saw you leaving the library with one of my women.” You blatantly let out, smoking your cig.
Ada frowned and shifted her position, she was uncomfortable. “She’s interested in communism.” She tried to defend herself as her cheeks reddened.
“I’m not judging you, I’m showing you it’s not always about business.”
“I was talking about you, not me.”
“This organisation is me, Ada, and you’re in it now. I know everything I need to know about it and I do everything I need to do for it.” You leaned towards the brown-haired woman.
In fact, it wasn’t at all about the expensive jewellery, nor the luxurious heels. It was about you having a family you cared about even if your kin weren’t blood-related.
Even if Ada understood what the woman in front of her meant, she couldn’t help but to roll her eyes, she heard this speech many times before, upon her brother’s lips. “Yeah, totally Tommy.” She tilted her head to the side. “You’re always avoiding the subject when I talk about him.”
“He’s not my business.”
“Lizzie would argue otherwise.” Ada raised a brow at you, meaning she knew what happened when you and Lizzie first met in Tommy’s office.
You chuckled, crossing your legs.
“What is it between my brother and you?” She asked.
“You’re bored, Ada. That’s why you want the details. Get back with that woman you found and spend time together, huh?” You dismissed the Shelby woman. And this time, Ada scoffed because Tommy once told her the exact same thing about her being bored.
You gained composure again and straightened back up, “You with me on that or what?” Your tone suddenly went serious again, and Ada’s expression changed.
“Why do you ask about my opinion, don’t you like giving orders all the time?” Ada teased the Y/E/C eyed woman. Y/L/N liked that about the Shelby sister, she was always pushy without being aware.
“Stop being petty, Ada. You’re more of a thinker rather than a doer.” She dismissed the remarks.
“So why do you want my help in the first place?” Ada pondered, confusion in her eyes. The things Y/N struggled to understand was how Ada didn’t see the potential that resided in her. She would always diminish herself and her power for some reason when Y/L/N thought of her as a force of nature that begged to shine.
“I just need that pettiness and fearlessness of yours. Like a kind of representative.”
“Of you?”
You shook your head. “Representative of the organisation.”
“It’s Michael’s wife and I’m a Shelby, meaning she’s family.”
“You’re a Thorne, Ada. And these fucking people out here don’t give a fuck whose side you’re on. They’ll kill you whenever they get the occasion to. I know you don’t like this, but it’s a Shelby I need on this field.” You were pointing your index at the windows, leaning toward Ada.
“You know Gina's people?” Ada exclaimed, raising her hands in exasperation.
You tilted your head to the side to confirm, your eyes deeply in Shelby’s.
“Am a Thorne or a Shelby on the field?” Ada raised a brow to you.
“Both are strengths.”
(...)
You were sitting at the counter of the Garrison, sharing a drink with Arthur when the doors opened on Tommy. You didn’t see him come your way, but Arthur did. He glanced at his brother and grabbed his own drink before joining people elsewhere ignoring your presence.
You looked at him, frowning, and that’s when you turned around you noticed Tommy’s presence. You rolled your eyes at him. “You like to scare off my dates?” You sat back down, sipping on your drink.
“I like the dress,” Tommy said, ordering a whiskey. He wasn’t looking at you anymore, but God knows it was because of the look he gave you while entering the pub that Arthur went away.
“Yeah?” You questioned quite surprised Tommy noticed you weren’t dressed as usual. “It’s different from the suits.” You added, seeing he wasn’t going to pursue the conversation.
The blue-eyed man glanced at Y/N's drink. “You drink rum now?” He grabbed his cigarette case and ignited one before handing it to the woman that gladly took it, a smile on her lips. He lit another one for himself.
“You’re alcoholic enough to tell the difference between whiskey and rum without tasting it?” Your suave voice made him look at you as clenching his jaw at your remark, this was all you would get from him.
“I’ve met with Mr Solomons, I thought it was the least I could do to buy some bottles of his.” Tommy’s eyes that were staring at Y/N's lips went up in a hurry when hearing her confession.
“You did what?” Thomas turned so his body faced the woman, his eyes anchored deeply in hers.
He was never so sure about your intentions, nothing was ever sure with you, whereas it was your feelings or what was in your head. And your unreadable face didn’t help a bit.
“I’m drinking rum, now.” You raised your brows at him, cheerfully.
The warmth your smile ignited in him wasn’t enough to make him forget about what you just said. Tommy’s lids fluttered as he remained silent, blankly looking at you. He was aware you thought of Alfie to run the south, as well as himself, but he didn’t expect you to be so direct and visit Alfie Solomons that fast.
“Stop looking at me like that, Tommy. You knew about Alfred and me.”
A wave of questions flowed through his mind, from the tender tone you worded Solomon’s name to the hidden message behind your words. What did you mean by he and you? Something was screaming at him that your relationship went beyond business at a certain point.
His brows raised. “Alfred, eh?” He scoffed, turning back to the counter, puffing on his cig.
He suddenly remembered the war records, informations hitting him like thunderbolts. You were in the same section. Alfie was the Captain of a battery in the artillery where you were sent. You knew each other.
“I also made him talk about the little arrangement you didn’t tell me about.” You let out dismissively. You weren’t blaming him for not telling you he asked Solomons to send his men to create a riot when Mosley will do his speech, you simply voiced your surprise. You thought he trusted you and were deceived to discover that he, in fact, did not.
A minute that seemed to last centuries passed, and you glanced at him. You were silently smoking as he was deep in his thoughts, not even looking at you.
“Well, it seems I’m not aware, no.” His voice was deep and he coughed before drinking his whiskey, his icy eyes looking straight forward to him.
You squinted your eyes in confusion before realizing he didn’t listen to you, he was still on that Alfred thing.
“You don’t listen to me.” You got up, blankly looking at him.
Tommy feigned not to see you, but when you raised a hand to his that was leading his cup to his mouth, a shiver ran down his spine in anticipation.
Even if he wanted to ignore you or how you made him feel, his body betrayed him.
You tenderly grabbed his wrist and pulled his arm towards you. Your piercing eyes met with his cold ones, as you dangerously neared your face.
Y/N ended up connecting the tip of their nose before slowly teasing his lips with hers. He was looking into your soul hidden in your iris and you were doing the same, you were the same.
You might be using flirt along with charm to get what you wanted from men, but with Thomas, it wasn’t the same. He had the exact same hold on you that you had on him, and both could feel it when in an intimate moment.
Their intimacy wasn’t simply about sex, a hunger due to an innate desire or need, no. It began the minute they would shamelessly dive into the being of the other. When he was undressing your soul with the most usual look.
You ultimately sealed your pleading lips together, considering they stayed apart for too long. Their warm breaths intertwined as both of you forgot everything around you, this moment belonged to no other than you, this instant was yours.
You could pretend you weren’t emotionally involved as long as you wanted when alone. But you couldn’t lie when in front of him. You didn’t feel the need to. You could just be yourself, it was more than enough there, at the mercy of his fingers.
Out of breath you pulled away, you opened your eyes to Tommy’s one looking straight at you again, and that made you laugh. He couldn’t help but smile at the sound of your rare giggles.
Nothing needed to be said when your eyes were connected, as well as nothing needed explanation when your lips were sealed, you were him and he was you. The urge of feeling your inner worlds collide again, Y/N came kissing him some more, to Tommy’s greatest pleasure.
“I know about using Alfie's men.” You murmured without leaving his lips, and he nodded slightly.
“I knew you would find it one way or another.” He answered. One of his hands went to your back as he was fondling you with his thumb above the fabric, he pulled you closer to him as your fingers were passing over his lips in a tender way.
You hit his chest with your other hand, realizing he wittingly kept his deal with Alfie from you just so you would get a little mad. It was his way of teasing you about the fact you cared.
He was purring under your touch when the doors opened. Polly’s eyes directly dropped on Tommy and the librarian before quickly glancing around the pub, meeting with Arthur’s. They both marked a pause and looked back to the two bill & cooing birds...
It wasn’t Tommy’s type to be that open about his relationship with a woman, but Polly already knew what was in his mind. He was convincing himself it was solemnly business, as with the other women he works with, but she knew he was starting to fall in love without even noticing it.
You both got back to reality and pulled away when Pol walked to you, going back to your respective drinks as if nothing happened. She placed herself in between you two, forcing you to take a step aside.
Tommy coughed, looking into his drink as if there was the most interesting thing in there as Y/N grabbed her things, she then started to walk away. And without even looking back, she passed the Garrison’s door.
Polly was staring at Thomas, her words useless in this situation. He glanced towards her and quickly went back to drinking, he wasn’t going to have that conversation with her.
It was Arthur, coming back to the counter that brought up the previous display between his brother and the librarian, “See Polly, my brother got another singing bird.” He was smiling before encountering Tommy’s eyes telling him to shut up, making his smile fade.
“And what you think it is, Thomas? Business?” Her deep trembling voice made him close his eyes a long time as he sighed. “It is love, Arthur.” She glanced at the man behind the counter. “You’re brother’s in love.” She continued, leaning to Tom, dramatically making him know in what he trapped himself.
He opened back his eyes and firmly dropped his fist on the wooden board in a thud, coughing away her words.
The Peaky Blinders head drank from his drink before quickly glancing to the doors you passed minutes ago, lost in thoughts. And as he was sure to think with his head, Polly knew he was thinking with his heart.
(...)
The man was walking slowly, each of his steps was heavy as the whistling escaping from his lips echoed on the concrete walls.
Ada that was on the other side of the wooden door looked through the window, trying not to overthink this situation. Since her first day as a book counsellor under the management of Y/N's organisation, she was never given major tasks. Rather kept at the very back of everything illegal.
But these past few days, she noticed Y/N was taking her to the important reunions, and Y/N's right hand, Ana, had been ordered to introduce Ada to “the work” as Y/L/N called it.
She didn’t know why it was her that had to meet with Gina’s father as Y/N was the one knowing what she needed from him, but Thorne kept away any negative thoughts, focusing on what needed to be done.
The door opened and a tall man entered. He was wearing a creamy long jacket, beige pants. Under the jacket, Ada glimpsed a shirt topped by a Roman collar similar to the priests’. His arms were crossed in his back.
He was pretty imposing, with large shoulders. Even under the fabrics, his browny chest and body could be seen.
Her gaze went up to his face, encountering his deep hazel coloured eyes staring straight at her. He got little eyes, their corner dropping as if he was sad. But she knew this type of man didn’t feel that emotion. Even if his iris were warm coloured, his gaze was cold, almost as if he wasn’t alive anymore, his eyes didn’t shine, they were glassy.
All those informations made Ada nervously gulp, continuing to examine the man’s face.
He had thick straight brows and he wore his brown curly hair slick on the side, one curl falling down his forehead.
He didn’t close the door behind him and walked to her until he was inches away. “You’re not Y/N.” His deep hoarse voice worded. And his remark made her instantly roll her eyes at him.
“Just sat, already. Can I offer you a drink?” Of course, she wasn’t Y/N, if he knew her, he would know it wasn’t as simple as that to meet with her.
“I don’t drink.” He squinted his eyes.
“Well, I do.” She turned to the counter to pour herself some whiskey and gladly started to sip on it as going to sit down. On his side, the man was walking in the room, stopping himself from time to time to examine the objects and frames he was surrounded by. “Is this your house?” He was fidgeting with a woman’s body paperweight.
“Your daughter doesn’t seem to be delighted by the fact you’re here.” She let facing him head-on.
He turned to her as she was staring at his face fearlessly. He delicately dropped the paperweight and went sitting down in the armchair in front of the brown-haired woman that followed his every move with her gaze.
“How’s your son? Mrs--” He feigned to search for her last name, but Ada knew he wanted her to understand that whoever she might be, he could get to her and her family if he decided to.
Of course, it wasn’t Ada’s house, but everything was made to make him believe so. They put some of her personal photographs with her son along with other personal effects.
“Thorne. Ada Thorne. And my son’s alright.”
This way, he will think he has the advantage over her, and if he wants to try anything, this is this house that will be targeted. But in fact, this house was one of the many business properties Y/L/N owned in the neighbourhood.
“Oh my.” He chuckled, raising his brows. “She got political alliances.” He crossed his legs and leant backwards in the chair, his arms laying on each of the armrests.
“You’re interested in politics Mr Rice?”
The man gave a faint smile hearing she knew about him more than he knew about her.
“Everything’s politics, Mrs Thorne.” He raised his gaze to her. He wasn’t being pushy or aggressive, but the atmosphere around him was heavy. His presence made her uncomfortable, and if she wasn’t a Shelby, she’d be unable to face him and stand the stare.
She nodded to him, thinking he answered right.
“I’m no longer in business, Y/L/N knows that very well. I left my brother in charge, it is him you need to see.” He was choosing his words meticulously, and each sentence he spoke was filled with unsaid things.
Not only was he implying that Y/N might be incompetent cause she picked the wrong guy, but he underlined the fact it was a family business, meaning abducting his daughter, wasn’t the best idea.
For a second, she thought her boss may have committed an error by forcing this Mr Rice to come to England, but she was quick to understand he was trying to destabilize her.
“Did you come all the way from Chicago to tell me I need to address another man? Wouldn't it be more intelligent to tell that in a call? ” She raised a brow, and now she was the best match for this meeting.
The man remained silent as he was smiling again, understanding his strategy will not work with her.
“It’s not about a man, not your brother, not you. It’s about Gina, your daughter, using your own methods to manipulate her husband to take control of something bigger than her, something she couldn’t even manage to take care of if she succeeds at having it. But we both already know, in reality, it’s your brother using her.” She returned him his evil smile before tilting her head. Her words sounded like bombs in the man’s ears. Acknowledging the fact his brother might use Gina for his own needs made Mr Rice gritted his teeth as one of his hands clenched into a fist.
He had been trying to get into her head, manipulating her into believing their actions were useless and that nothing could be done about the plan his daughter and Michael had. But being a Shelby as well as a Thorne, Ada knew how to handle those types of people.
“Well, you saw right through me. I see now why Y/N chose you.” He raised both his hands in admittance of his defeat.
Even if the man in front of her seemed harmless, she didn’t want to stay alone with him any longer. He was peculiar, from the way he was standing to his aura, she knew Gina's father was a weasel. She could read in his eyes he was lurking for the moment she'd let down her guard to get to her.
“Now you will meet with her.” Ada decided it was the end of this interview, surprising herself into taking such a decision. Maybe Y/N wanted her to do something more?
She gasped when getting up, which helped her get her mind clear. She understood her role was to make him realize he wouldn’t escape until they have what they wanted from him.
She went to the table, writing an address, a day and an hour on a piece of tissue paper. She then walked to the bearded man and handed him the fabric.
“Now business can begin…” She paused, keeping him from taking the paper. He glanced at her, sighing. “And leave your shenanigans at the door for this meeting, bring your will to cooperate instead... She way worse than me.”
(...)
*Shelby Company Limited*
Tommy opened the door to his office, he intended to walk towards his desk when hearing a low voice. “Arthur asked whose side I’m on.”
He turned around to a curled up Polly in the chair at the corner of his dark office. She wasn’t facing him, her body was halfway turned, as well as her face, leading her to look at him with side-eyes.
He didn't need to ask her what she was talking about. Since the meeting where Michael offered to run the business family, taking Tommy's place, she was distant, as if thinking about her son's proposal.
Tom surmised tonight was the time she'll give her final answer.
It was raining, the wind violently slapped the windows as well as the raindrops, the outside storm perfectly reflecting the conflictual atmosphere settled between the two. The climate deprived the office of any light, but a shy desk lamp faintly illuminated the place.
He took off his black gloves, throwing them on the table separating them. He then sighed and went sitting on the chair, raising his gaze to her, waiting for her to continue to speak.
“There will be a war, and one of you will die.” Her deep trembling voice along with the lapping of the rain on the windows added to the dramatic atmosphere.
Tommy sighed, he knew she was right. He was, indeed, waiting for a war. “But which one I cannot tell.” Her black eyes were staring straight into Tommy’s blue one.
He let out a “Hum.” surmising she’ll not add anything else. He nodded to himself, “he’s gonna do it anyway.” he continued. It wasn’t a question, this would explain her presence in his office that late in the night.
“Yeah.” She responded.
“You should know, if Aberama takes his side I will kill him.” Tommy said upfront.
She looked down before raising her gaze to him again, “And what about me?” She wasn’t blinking, patiently waiting for the confirmation of Tom’s determination to stop her son.
Tom paused, he was aware she was trying to know his intention and he was debating within himself if he could afford to let her know.
“I’ll do what I have to do, Pol” He dropped his definite sentence, he didn’t move his stare or body a bit. He didn’t need to let her know how determined he was, it was already showing.
“Kill… And kill.” She sang with a low voice, slowly blinking. She seemed tired of this situation, as well as tired of it all.
“It’s the only way to make people listen” He nodded his head to the side as murmuring his words.
Since her near-death experience with the noose, she wasn’t the same Polly that he knew. She was only a mere shadow to the person she once was. But this time she seemed truly fed-up.
The thunder was rumbling outside when she got up with slow movements. The sound of her high heels nearing him mixed with the sound of the rain racing down the windows.
She grabbed an envelope as well as her drink. “Soon, you will have a stage to stand on. Millions of people will listen to you. And you will run the country like you run this family.” Her head was held high.
She was looking down on Tommy.
He knitted his brows, holding the stare even if he had to raise his head to meet her. “It appears to be what people want.” He nodded to himself, trying to convince him, or her of what he was saying.
“But not me.”
He blinked.
“Not anymore.”
He blinked again.
“My resignation.” She concluded while dropping the envelope on the table before him. She also put down the empty cup and looked at him some more before turning her back at him and walk toward the exit.
He stared at the empty space in front of him where the woman used to stand prior as he heard her steps receding. Tommy inhales deeply before sighing, dropping his head forward. Her words hit him as bullets would’ve. She was the only thing that kept him from losing his mind. Polly had always been more to him than what he ever showed, and the fact she let him down now did hurt him.
Tommy grabbed his gun from his shoulder holster under his suit jacket and looked at it while exhaling. He moved his hand, turning the gun on both sides, looking at it as looking at a let-out.
Nothing would stop him from founder now. He could embrace his demons and play how he wanted.
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bookipsies · 3 years
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Hello, and thank you for attending my Tedx talk: Why Spider-Man 2 is a Masterpiece
1. The opening credits that recap the entirety of Spider-Man in case you missed it
2. Guess how many other marvel heroes are in the intro? Fucking zero this movie is about Spider-Man and Spider-Man alone fuck off iron man get a job.
3. Slow pan out from Kirsten Dunst’s creepy half smile that she maintains for the entirety of the movie
4. Within the first 3 fucking minutes of this movie we get the most iconic line of all time “hey, he stole that guys pizza!”
5. Peter Parker gets 30-45 seconds of uninterrupted shot of him trying to get some mops back into a janitor’s closet while Zooey Deschanel’s sister watches.
6. This movie is 2 hours of Sam Raimi beating Tobey Maguire the fuck up. He throws mops at him, he hits him in the head with a book bag, he lets James Franco bitch slap him twice in the face.
7. James Franco is in it back in the days before we knew he had a clone named Dave.
8. Harry Osborne just forces a physicist to hang out with his friend who is failing College. Also yes Peter Parker is flunking College
9. Literally Peter is flunking everything. He can’t pay rent on his shit ass apartment with a communal toilet, his aunt is losing her house, he can’t make it to a show to see Mary Jane on stage, he’s fired constantly, everyone calls him lazy and a disappointment. Even though he is the goddamn Spider-Man saving the city
10. Aunt May is old as shit. As she should be. I shouldn’t watch a Spider-Man movie and want to FUCK Aunt May and/or watch My Cousin Vinny
11. Remember when no one knew how to make super hero movies? So Sam Raimi is just fucking making it up as he goes.
12. Why is Spider-Man at this physics demonstration? Who the hell cares UNPLUG THE MACHINE SPIDER MAN
13. Back up, why is no one like “hey Otto those arms are evil as fuck”
14. Why do the ARMS HAVE AI!?
15. In the most recent Spider-Man movie the villain wants to steal weaponry to support his family. You know grounded down to earth shit. In Spider-Man 2 the villain wants to MAKE THE SUN BECAUSE HIS ROBOT ARMS TOLD HIM TO
16. There is a reason. J. Jonah Jameson has not made an appearance in another Spider-Man film. Because if it’s not JK Simmons. Than get the fuck out. I know JK won his Oscar for Whiplash but we all know it’s really for his portrayal of J. Jonah Jameson featuring such lines as “flowers? If we spend any more on this wedding you can pick the daisies off my grave!”
17. When the evil robot arms first break bad. Sam Raimi films the scene like a classic horror film and it’s FUCKING. BRILLIANT.
18. So many good screaming women in this movie. Zoom IN ON THAT SCREAMING WOMAN HELL YES.
19. Oh back back up there isn’t a scene in this movie I think where Tobey Maguire doesn’t cry. HE IS AN EMOTIONAL SPIDER MAN AND I LOVE IT
20. James Franco cries too.
21. When PP chooses to give up being SM and “Raindrops keep falling on my head” plays to him waltzing through New York CULMINATING in a freeze frame of his dork ass smiling face.
22. He saves an adorable child who, in maybe the cutest exchange I’ve ever seen, attempts to help PP up when he’s dangling from a ledge in a burning building.
23. Doc Oc dressing like a straight up cartoon pimp.
24. Baby Elizabeth Banks plays JJ’s secretary and is so young she’s adorable.
25. The stopping the subway scene is actually literally iconic. I get tense thinking about it. He’s screaming and it clearly hurts and the subway starts to crack and break and it’s AWESOME and everyone promises not to say who he is afterwards
26. Doc Oc ruining the precious moment by forcibly scooting everyone so he can steal Spider-Man to get COMIC BOOK URANIUM TO, I SAY AGAIN, MAKE THE SUN
27. “Your father only obsessed over his work” “GOOD NIGHT BERNARD”
28. The fight choreography between DOC and Spidey is actually awesome because Doc doesn’t know what the fuck he’s doing and Spider-Man is fighting 4 robot arms attached to a physicist and it’s just them punching each other and falling.
29. MJ doesn’t appear to own a bra so that’s a thrill every time she gets tossed around.
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r0s3mm · 3 years
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Omg I forgot about Tom so maybe “and where do i go?” with him
and they lived happily ever after ... or whatever // Tom Holland
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Warnings: language, kissing, implied smut? angst? tom’s being kind of an ass, OC being a whiny bitch (bruv idk i was in a mood y'all) lmk if i missed some, the schedule doesn’t 100% match Tom’s schedule during the pandemic and while it’s really bugs me, i do not have the energy to make it accurate so. it's also, very bad, like i don't understand. I wouldn't be insulted if y'all said this had some After vibes because I thought about it. It's bad-bad.
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The schedule, the distance, the time difference, the time spent in two different countries, the lack of communication ... All of it had taken a toll on Tom and Sophia’s relationship. They had been the “will, they won’t they” couple of secondary school, they had grown up together, their siblings were all similar in ages and every Holland kid had had a Martin friend or best friend at one point in life.
So, when at nineteen they had become a couple, no one in their lives were really all that surprised, the perfect story of the boy and girl next door. Fast forward in two thousand and twenty-one and everything had gone to shit. For years they would be together a few months of the year and the rest they would be apart, Tom would be filming some project and Sophia was traveling all around the world as a photojournalist and reporter. She would always arrange to travel whenever he wasn’t in London. The pandemic started out as a second honeymoon phase, they would never leave each other’s sides, they almost never left their apartment, they were basically teenagers again, deeply and madly in love. By Tom’s birthday he was starting to get calls and meetings with his agent, but Sophia couldn’t go back to work since traveling had been banned, most of the time she’d grab her camera, phone and music and would just go document the pandemic in London, collaborating with different magazines and news outlet, trying to get some money in and occupy herself.
It had been tensed for a few days, since Tom had come back from filming Uncharted. They were both very independent beings, but they loved each other, and they loved being together. They would hang out with their friends and a lot of them were single and focusing on their career while Sophia and Tom had been together for the past five years and their career and relationship had been so publicized.
“We should go on a date sometimes this week.” She said at breakfast.
“Baby, we’re in a pandemic, there’s not much that’s opened right now.”
“Yeah, I know, but we could grab some take out, bring it home, put on a movie.” She said with a smile. She put her coffee mug down on the kitchen table and sat on his lap. “I missed you, that’s all.”
A few weeks went by and the more it went on the more they just felt like roommates. The romance fizzled out, and it was becoming more and more a well-rehearsed routine, sometimes deviated by a fight or two.
“Tommy?” she said one afternoon sitting next to him on the couch. “Yeah?”
“Do you still love me?” she asked and it took him by surprise.
“Yeah, of course.” The few extra seconds it took him to answer broke her heart. He sounded like a broken record. She nodded slowly, playing with the jewels decorating her hands.
“Do you want to break up?” his head snapped to hers and a mix of emotions could be seen in his eyes. “Because, it’s not working right now and I can see that. I’m not blind.”
“Soph…”
“It’s okay, Tom. I’m not mad. Just disappointed I guess. I really thought we were it for each other.”
“We are.”
“Really?” she scoffed. “Tom, I love you. I really do and i’ve loved you for so long but we aren’t the same as we were five years ago or even a few months ago. Something changed.”
“Maybe we should live separately.” he mumbled and she stood from the couch, walking back and forth behind it.
“Okay.” she nodded, biting down her bottom lip, tears trying to make their way out. “I’m sorry we aren’t working anymore.”
“We work better when we’re on different continents.” he said quietly and her head snapped to where he sat on the couch. “C’mon Soph. You can’t deny that.” She shook her head.
“No, I know, it just hurts to hear it.” she sniffled. “So, it’s over?” he stood up and rubbed his hands, his eyes never leaving her face. “Yeah…” he breathed out. “I leave on Thursday for Spider-Man.”
“Okay.” she said, her thoughts were running wild and all they had planned together fell apart in front of her.
“Just leave your key downstairs before I get back, yeah?” he said quietly and she gasped.
“Oh, huh, yeah okay.” she said, a quick to-do list materializing in her head of the things she had to do.
“Soph, I’m so sorry.” he said and she took a step back when he took one forward.
The rest of the week, Tom slept on the couch and she spent all of her time looking for a new flat, which was harder to do in a pandemic. She got angry, at herself and at him, she couldn’t understand how they had arrived at their current situation.
“I don’t understand.” she mumbled one night. She was at the kitchen table, working on her computer and he was watching a show on the television.
“What?”
“How we got here. It was going well, we spent the last few months together and- and we were happy.”
“Yeah, because for the first time in almost three years we had time to spend together, but it was because of the pandemic.”
“Oh. Nice to know that you didn’t want to spend time with me, Tom.”
“I didn’t say that.”
“No, you said that the only reason we spent time together this year was because of the fucking lockdown, as if, if the pandemic hadn’t happened we wouldn’t have spent time together.”
“Things wouldn’t have changed if there hadn’t been a pandemic. We would’ve done our own things, meeting up a few days here and there throughout the year.”
“Fuck you, Tom.”
From then on, the fight only grew out of proportion. Both saying things they didn’t really mean but that came out in the heat of the fight.
“I really think you should leave.”
“You told me I could stay while you were gone.” she replied dryly.
“It’d be better if you went now.”
“Where do I go? Where am I supposed to go Tom? In the middle of a fucking pandemic.”
“Your mum’s or maybe your sister’s but, you can’t be here right now.” he said.
“Okay so, you decided that since your name’s on the lease, because we never got mine on it you get to just kick me out?”
“Stop making this more difficult. I’m going for a run,” he said, leaving the room. He came back a few minutes later, in different clothes. “Be gone when I’m back. Take what you need for the next few days.”
“Who are you?” she asked him once he reached the door.
“What?”
“Who am I? Tom that’s not right. That’s not us and I understand that we’re not used to being together twenty four hours per day but, you just kicked me out!” he shook his head but opened the door and left. “FUCK!” she screamed before kicking the back of the couch.
She truly did not understand what had just happened. Where did all these doubts and thoughts come from? She had friends whose couple had gone through some rough patches during the pandemic but they had made it through. The door opened and before she could react, Tom had grabbed her waist and his lips were on hers. Teeth clashed, lips were bitten, hair pulled and his hands held on very tightly on her waist. They pulled away, their foreheads resting against the other’s.
“I’m so sorry.” he said and she shook her head.
“No, don’t. Shit just got to us. We’re not the best communicators.”
“Never have been.” he chuckled. “We really gotta talk though.” he nodded before kissing her again. “We can’t have a repeat of the start of the pandemic.”
“No?” he asked, his mind going over the images of her marked body.
“C’mon, you know what I mean.” she sighed when his lips attached themselves to her neck.
“Can we start communicating tomorrow?” he asked and she pulled his head away for a few seconds.
“You’re leaving tomorrow.” she remarked.
“Okay. Then, I’ll be quick.” he said and before she could reply he had thrown her over his shoulder.
The next day, very early in the morning, they sat down and they talked for hours. She drove him to the airport and they promised to work on their relationship while he was gone and when he’d come back because “five years can’t be thrown out like that and the pandemic won’t make more victims.”
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sestra-inestro · 4 years
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Summary: Enemies to lovers fuck-buddies?
Pairings: fem!short!reader x Bucky Barnes
Warnings: 18+ smut, manhandling, a fuck load of swearing, violence, also kind long. 
A/N: Just before y’all read anything, take note: JUNE IS NOT AN OC! Do not comment and message me telling me what not to tag on my stories. Read the description on my Main Masterlist to save yourself some unwanted opinions. Unless it is specified, like this fic is for example, June is not female, white, black, curly-haired, bald, short or tall and is up to interpretation. See it as if you were playing June in the movies/TV shows, you are June. Don’t like it? Don’t read it. There's plenty of Y/N fics. If you have something you want specifically mentioned then you request it, otherwise, you keep your thoughts on how I should tag my stories to yourself. Rant over. 
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To say you hated each other perfectly summed up your relationship with James Buchanan Fucking Barnes. Ever since he joined the Avengers he has had it out for you. But lately? All communication between you two was a screaming match and dirty looks.
“You’re such a fucking asshole!” You yelled at him. Your scowl was starting to hurt your face but every time you looked at him you couldn’t help but snarl. 
“Says you. You just had to fucking be in the wrong position. I saved your fucking life.” He pointed at you. 
“I didn’t need you to save my life.” You threw your arms up. “I had a plan!” 
“A shit plan that you didn’t even alert us about!” 
“I told you I fucking had it and to stay put!” 
Steve, Sam, Clint, and Natasha watched from the kitchen as you two screamed back and forth. Wanda walked in and sighed at the commotion. 
“Are they still arguing?” She sighed as she sat down. 
“Yeah.” Steve took a sip from his beer and continued to watch them. 
“What about this time?” Wanda asked. 
“Tony asked if they could hang a picture up on the wall above the TV. Bucky held the ladder while June climbed it.” Steve explained. A simple task that they can’t even get through without arguing. 
“It was like death-wobble city. They were yelling at each other and then the ladder fell. I think he accidentally hurt her when he caught her.” Clint said as he, also, took a sip of his beer. 
“Fuck you, Barnes! You did nothing but fucking injure me!” You screamed at him. 
“Yep.” Sam sighed. 
“You think they’ll ever get along?” Wanda asked them. 
“Yeah. They just need to fuck.” Natasha said, carelessly. 
Everyone turned away from your bickering with Bucky and looked at Nat. She looked around at the shocked faces.
“What?” 
“What did you just say?” Steve questioned her. 
“I said they just need to fuck.” Nat shrugged. 
“Really?” Wanda looks back towards you both, still bickering. 
“Yep.” Nat leaned forward to explain her theory. “All that pent up anger is directed at each other. Clearly, fighting and arguing is not helping thy situation, only making it worse. If they get physical and hurt each other, that could just make them hate each other more.” She gestured to you both. “If they tire each other out by fucking, they let out all that pent up anger, and are taking out on each other.” Nat leaned back in her seat and raised her beer. “They just need to fuck.” 
Clint hooted and clinked his beer bottle with hers. 
Steve rolled his eyes while Sam and Wanda considered it to be a good idea and nodded. 
“Cap, set that up.” Clint spoke. 
Steve’s head snapped towards him. “Why me?” 
“Because you set up the missions.” Clint explained. “Give them one that’s bound to make them fuck.” 
Steve groaned. “Can you please stop saying that?” 
“It’s a way of life, Steve.” Nat shrugged. “It’ll get them both off their rage kicks and out of their dry spells. There will be a lot less of this,” she pointed to where you both were now walking away from each other but still throwing up middle fingers at each other. “And more of this.” She made a sex gesture with her hands. 
“Oh, god.” Steve groaned again and ran his hands over his face. 
He definitely would love to see you both shut up and be nice to one another just once. 
“Fine. But if this doesn’t work, I’m sending you all on a three-month mission with them both.” 
“Who are you talking about?” You asked, entering the kitchen with a sour face. 
“No one.” They all said at the same time, avoiding eye contact and drinking their beers. 
-
You woke up completely unbothered today. You were going on a mission for a few weeks, which means you’d be away from Bucky for a while. Peace and quiet for a while. You had your duffel bag thrown over your shoulder as you marched onto the quinjet. You threw your bag in the luggage area before taking a seat at the pilots’ seat, strapping in and waiting for your teammate. You still didn’t know who you paired with but you didn’t care. 
Setting up the flight controls and logging in the location, you pulled on the headset just as someone stomped onto the jet 
You turned your head and annoyance ran through your body. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” You groaned and leaned back in the seat. 
“Oh fuck off.” Bucky grumbled upon seeing you.
He threw his bag to the luggage area and trudged over to the co-pilot’s seat and you punched the numbers on the control panel, calling Steve. 
“Hey, you haven’t left yet?” Steve answered.
“No, Steve. What the fuck?” You said exasperated through the speaker. 
“Yeah, what the fuck? You paired me with her? What the fuck is wrong with you?” Bucky butted in. 
“First of all, stop swearing at me.” You just knew Steve was holding up a finger. “Second of all, you two need to get over whatever childishness is going on and just fucking put up with it.” You and Bucky both leaned back from the speaker in shock at his words. 
“Get the mission done, and don’t come back until you two can act like mature adults.” Steve hissed and hung up. 
You and Bucky sat in silence and shock for a second. 
He was right, you and Bucky had been fighting a lot worse than usual lately. You couldn’t even stand to be in the same room as each other and now you had to go on an undercover mission together. 
This was going to be shit. 
You sighed before powering up the jet and closing the hanger doors. 
“Fine.” You mumble to yourself. 
Bucky pulls on his headset and you two ignore each other the entire ride. 
-
Once you landed, you both grabbed your bags and headed to the hotel that had been set up by Nat. 
“Two rooms under Rushman.” You said to the clerk. 
He checks the computer and frowns. “Sorry, there’s only one room booked.” 
You frowned at him. “No there should be two.” 
“I’m sorry but there’s only one registered under Rushman.” 
You groaned. 
“Well is there any other rooms available?” You felt like you were going to die. 
“Sorry. All our other rooms are occupied.” The clerk offered you the keys to the room. 
“For fuck sake.” Bucky grumbled before grabbing his bag from the ground and you snatched the key card from the clerk’s hand. 
He flinched at your harsh movement and frowned at you. 
Despite your frustration towards him, he wishes you a good night as you follow Bucky to the room. 
You walked up to the room and unlocked it quickly, the sooner you can get in the sooner it’s over. 
Opening the door, you sigh. “At least there are two beds.” 
“Yeah, god forbid I have to share a bed with you.” Bucky pushes passed to enter the room and you throw the bird to his back. 
He went straight to the bathroom and slammed the door behind him. 
You moved to the bed furthest away from the front door and started unpacking your stuff. You brought minimal products, keeping your luggage to the undercover clothing you need, weapons, your uniform, and pajamas. 
You quickly got into your pajamas and slipped into the bed, turning away from the bathroom. 
A few moments after, Bucky opened the bathroom door, dressed in his sleep clothing. 
“Aren’t you going to shower?” He questioned as soon as he saw you already in bed. 
“No.” You mumbled. 
Bucky huffs in return and shuts off the lights you hear his rustling bed covers before silence, letting you finally drift off the sleep. 
-
The next day you woke up before Bucky and decided to make the most noise you could. You knew he would be able to hear you when you got up, so to annoy him further you slammed doors, threw your bag and turned up your phone so the notifications echoed through the room. 
You were showered and typing away on the Stark Laptop obnoxiously when Bucky finally growled and threw back his blankets. 
“Are you just trying to piss me the fuck off?” Bucky glared at you with disheveled hair and the grumpiest face you’ve ever seen.
“If I am it looks like it’s working.” You said, unbothered by his mood and still looking at the laptop. 
“Fucking bitch.” He mumbled under his breath before marching to the bathroom and slamming the door. 
The rest of the day consisted of you both ignoring each other until it was time to go to work. 
You stepped out of the bathroom in a flowing cream-white dress that ruched down the sides and led the slit down the side of your leg with little sparkles through all the fabric, your figure curved as it was all held together with a bodysuit underneath. Your heels complimented your dress and legs so much that Bucky couldn’t help but stare at you as you collected your faked invitation from your bed. 
You turn to look at him dressed in his dress shirt, dress pants, and a tux jacket. You couldn’t help but think he was actually very hot in his clothing, and you also noticed him staring at your body. 
You smirked. “See something you like, Barnes.” 
Bucky looks up to your eyes quickly as he knows he’s caught and screws up his face. “Just surprised you can actually look like a lady.”
“Yeah?” You raised your eyebrows. “Well, fuck being a lady. You’re no gentleman either.” You shouldered him as you walked passed him. 
He begrudgingly followed you out the door to the hire flashy car to take you to the party. 
You both sat in a high tension silence until you arrived at the party.
It was a big mansion filled with fancy people. You don’t know why Tony couldn’t be sent for this. It’s basically his scene. The driver opened both of your doors and Bucky walked around to your side and offered his arm. 
The charade is on and you both walk up the entry stairs and presented your faked invitations. The clerk nodded and opened the door for you both. 
With your hand woven around Bucky’s arm, you both enter to see many people mingling and holding little champagne glasses of bubbly. 
“I see our guy.” You say as you swipe a glass from a passing tray. A guy amongst the crowd people that stood out with his white hair was smiling and drinking while conversing. 
“Okay,” Bucky said as you broke apart. The earpiece keeping you connected. “I’ll get behind him to stay near.” 
“Approaching target.” You confirmed. 
You put on your best salutary saunter over to him, holding your glass in your hand and doing your best to capture his eyes. 
And it worked. 
He spotted you on your way over to him and turned his attention to you. 
“Why, hello there beautiful.” He looked down to you as you reached him, offering you a wide grin. His white hair almost blinded you as it shone it the lights. 
“Hello, handsome.” You said in a low voice. You heard Bucky grunt at your words but you ignore him. 
“I don’t recall ever meeting you. I know I would definitely remember you.” His eyes traveled down your body. 
“Well,” You jutted out your hip and rested on it. “I guess that gives you the opportunity to get to know me all over again.” You ran your finger over his shoulder and gave him your best seductive smile. 
You spent the next two hours with him, joined at his arm. Bucky followed close behind and monitored the whole situation while doing his best to blend in. 
You managers to get the target pretty drunk, to the point where he kept running his hand down your back to your backside. 
He leans down and whispers in your ear: “Why don’t we take this somewhere more private, so I can get to know you much better.”
Inside you were cringing hard as his white hair tickled your skin. 
You turned to look at him and gave him a smile. “Sure.” You agreed. 
He immediately pulled you across the room and into a dark hallway that was isolated. You both could still hear the music from the party and people talking but he didn’t care as he slammed you against the wall and buried his head in your neck. You felt him growl against your skin as he tried to take off your dress but you distracted his hands by linking your hands together and pulled him closer. 
You reached down to your thigh holster and pulled out the sedative to bring to his neck. You were about to puncture his skin when someone yelled. 
“Hey! What the fuck do you think you’re doing?!” You both pulled apart and you quickly hid the sedative in between your breasts. 
“What?” You pushed the target away from you and you frowned at Bucky. 
“What the hell are you doing with him right now?” Bucky stormed up to both of you, absolutely fuming. 
“Is this you’re boyfriend?” The target asked. He raised his arms in defense as Bucky glared at him. 
“Beat it old man.” He snarled and the target didn’t argue and ran. 
“Um, what the fuck are you doing?” You asked him, your head was full of confusion. 
“You weren’t listening to anything I was saying.” Bucky pointed down to you. 
“Are you serious that dictating that you think I’m gonna listen to every word you say when I have to target literally on me? I couldn’t even hear you.” You snapped back.
Bucky grumbled something under his breath and grabbed you by the arm, dragging you out of the mansion and to the car. When you got back to the hotel, he dragged you all the way back up to the room.
Bucky opens the door and throws his grip on your arm into the room before him. You stumble in your heels into the room, catching your balance and turning around to glare at him. 
“What the fuck, James?” You growl. 
“You wanna act like a brat. I’ll fucking treat you like a brat.” He slammed the door shut and turned to you with a dark look in his eyes. “When are you going to stop?” 
“You’re the reason I fucking started to begin with! You ruined the mission!” You said with irritation. “And there’s no way I’m acting like a brat.” 
“Maybe I should fuck the brat out of you.” Bucky stepped forward, loosening his tie.
You scoffed and crossed your arms over your chest. “I’d like to see you try.” 
A dark smirk dawned his face as he stepped closer to you, your body just centimeters away from his, but your stubbornness didn’t falter. 
“You’ve got a big mouth for such a small girl.” He said looking down at you.  
You screwed your face up and went to swear at him but he cut you off before he could. His lips smashed into yours with an unloving and rough pace. His hands grasp a firm grip on your forearms, pulling you against him and his lips mold to yours. 
You’re shocked as your body stiffens at his actions, but you wake up and you start to resist his antics. You squirm yourself out of his grip and push him away from you. 
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Your voice is evident with shock. Your eyes are wide as he goes to approach you again. 
“You said you’d like to see me try and fuck the brat out of you.” He says with a shrug. “Maybe you shouldn’t open your mouth if you can’t handle it.” 
You raise your brows. “Oh, you think I can’t handle you?” 
“That’s what you’re telling me right now.” He says with a smirk. 
“Fuck you.” You pull him back to you by the back of his neck, his lips smashing against yours once again. 
You start to pash him roughly as he did before, you can feel his teeth against you and his hand’s wind around your waist. His hands are firm against your body and pulling you flush against him. 
He pulls back for a second. “I don’t think you could fuck me good enough.” He says with a first smirk. 
He was trying to aggravate you. And it was working. 
“You wanna bet?” 
“Don’t bet,” he pushed you against the wall, slamming your back into it. “Prove it.” 
You pushed him back and turned around, pushing his shoulders into the wall this time. 
“Afraid I’ll fuck you better than you could fuck me?” You smirked, looking up at him and running your hand down his hip and almost touching his length before he growled and grasped arms again. 
This time he slammed you into the wall with your chest against it and your arms behind you back and his mouth against your ear. 
“I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk out of here tomorrow.” His voice was husky and low in your ear, promising to dick you down all night. 
He pushed his pelvis against your ass and you felt his hard length. He was big, really big. 
You moan at the thought of him inside you. 
“You feel what you did to me?” He whispered on your ear, grinding his hips into your backside. “You in this fucking dress all night, thinking it’s funny to play around all night when you should be working. I should fucking punish you.” 
“God, yes.” You moan out and push back against the roll of his hips. 
“I’m going to nail you into the mattress.” He groans and your ass moves against his clothes cock. 
You sigh in frustration, the dry grinding no more arousing you than annoying you now. “Just shut up and fuck me.” 
At your words, Bucky lets out an animalistic growl. His hand wraps around you and grabs the front of your throat, twirls you around to stand in front of him away from the wall and launches you onto the bed with force. 
You squeal and bounce as you hit the bed. You watch as Bucky stalks towards, ripping his tie and jacket off his bulked body and tossing them to the floor. 
The action sends waves of arousal to your core and the look in his eyes is primal. 
He kneels on the bed and grabs your ankles. 
He runs his hands up the length of your legs resting at your hips. Hooking his fingers under the band of your thong, he pulls it over your hips and down your legs, groaning at the sight of your glistening pussy. 
He pulls them around your heels and flings them across the room before he grasps your ankles again and pulls you to lie flat on your back. 
“Your so wet already.” His husky voice rumbles as he pulls your knees to bend over his shoulders. 
You gasp out as his mouth latches onto your core, lapping at your soaking folds fast. 
You lean up on your elbows and pull the slit of your dress aside to see his mouth buried in your cunt, his blue piercing eyes looking into yours as he eats what you give. 
“Fuck yes,” you throw your head back as his tongue circles around your clit. You reach down and push him closer by the back of his head and grind your hips against his mouth. “Go faster.” 
He growls but meets your demands as his tongue swirls around your clit at record speed, making you gasp and your hips stutter. 
“Oh my god, Buck.” You breathe out. You can feel his flesh hand circling your entrance, excitement kicking in and you pull him closer with your legs.
Your movements annoyed him. He detached his mouth from your cunt and sat up. 
“How are you annoying even when I’m trying to fuck you?” Buck glared at you, his mouth wet with your arousal. 
“Trying to fuck me?” You scoffed. “You’re going too slow, when are you actually going to get to fucking me?”
Bucky growls at your words and grabs the top of the slit of your dress and rips upwards. 
You gasp and glare at him. “Do you know how much that fucking dress costs?” 
“I don’t give a fuck.” He snarls and rips it off your body. 
“You fucking-“ 
“Shut up.” He crushed your lips against hi as his hands rush to pull off all of your clothing. 
You feel his hands everywhere. You start to feel dizzy as you run your hands over his broad back. You need to feel his skin against yours and you claw at his shirt, trying to pull it off of him. 
Bucky moves his lips from yours to your jaw and to travel down your body to stop at your chest. His lips wrap around your nipple as he balances his weight just above you and unbuttons his shirt, pulling it off his shoulders. 
You moan as his hot skin lays against yours. Bucky’s hand reaches up to cup your breasts in his hands as he sucks on your nipples. 
“Gosh,” You sigh, running your fingers through his hair. 
He lets go of your breasts and kisses back up your throat and captures your lips again. 
Bucky’s hips start to grind into your bare core, the fabric of his dress pants is rough against your folds. You groan out in pain and pleasure. His length is rock hard and very prominent against you. 
Your hand travels down his body to his fly and belt. Your fingers fumble to undo his pants, Bucky disconnects your lips to rest his forehead against yours and look down at your hands undoing his pants. 
You get the belt off and unzip his pants, using your feet to push them down with his briefs to his ankles. 
He reaches down to grasp his length, pumping it a few times before thrusting straight into your wet core. 
You moan in shock as his cock enters you. He immediately feels you contracting around him and it makes him groan. 
You walls flutter as he sets a strong pace, pounding you into the mattress like he promised you. 
“Fuuuuuck, Bucky.” You whine shakily as your body bounces up and down on the bed. 
“You take me so well. Fucking hell.” He growls as he feels you clench with a groan of your own. 
You wrap your legs around his waist, your thighs clenching at his hips. “Harder.” 
Bucky makes good on your demands and pulls back to slam into you harder. 
Your skin slapping against his echoes through the room and you can’t help but grunt each time he thrusts into you. 
“Oh my god.” You pant as his length repeatedly jams at your g-spot. “I’m gonna fucking come.” 
“Come on my cock.” Bucky grunts. “Come on, June.” 
At his words, your hips begin to stutter as you feel yourself let go to his cock. You can’t help the loud and long moan that leaves your mouth as you grip his shoulders, trying to calm your body of your tremors. Your orgasm rips through you and Bucky can feel you clench down on his like a vice. Your warm and wet walls quivering but holding their grip on you, triggering his orgasm and he spills into you. 
You sigh out at the feel of his cum releasing inside of you. He stills his hips against you and throws back his head, releasing a roar as his orgasm rips through his body, before collapsing on top of you. 
The weight of him took the breath out of you so you push him off to roll onto the small space next to you. Both of you panting and a thin layer of sweat glistened over both of your bodies. 
“I don’t think you fucked the brat out of me,” You said between breaths. “But I haven’t had a good dick down in a while.” 
Bucky turned his head to look at you. “You think I’m done with you.” 
You looked at him and frowned. 
Bucky smirked and grabbed you roughly and pulled you on top of him, his length hard between your legs once again. 
“You’re gonna ride me until I tell you to stop.” His words rumbled through his chest before pulling you into another hard kiss. 
-
Your body was completely spent as you lay completely naked on the bed. Bucky leaned on his elbow across the bottom of the bed at your feet. 
You both had gone three more times. The sheets had been ripped off the corners and the covers had been pushed to the floor. 
You stretched out your legs, pointing your toes. The tip of your toes grazed Bucky’s arm. You looked down and traces along his soft skin with your toes. Bucky grasps your foot as it tickles him and brings the tops of your toes to his mouth, press a soft kiss amongst them. 
A small smile graced your lips as you felt him caress your ankle, his hand traveling up your leg. You felt eh bed shift and he got onto all fours and climbed up the length of your body again to rest next to you and look at you. 
“Hi.” He says with a smile. 
“Hi.” You return his smile. 
“You think I fucked the brat out of you now?” He asks and wiggles his eyebrows. 
You sigh dramatically as you pretend to think. You felt no more irritation towards him. His face no longer annoyed you because it could, you honestly just felt like you were much more content. “Yeah, yeah I think you did.” You gave him a soft small smile. 
“Good.” He leans down and kisses your forehead before gathering you up to lay on his chest and wrapped in his arms. 
“You’re so small.” He mumbled against your hair. 
“You’re so warm.” You mumbled back and you nuzzled into his chest, closing your eyes readying for a night of much better sleep than last night. 
Natasha was right, you two just needed to fuck. And fuck hard you did.
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