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#so like. they could've at least TRIED y'know
2smolbeans · 5 months
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"Nearly breaking down as you saw Marco softly smile at you. A smile you haven't seen ever since he found his 'darling'."
Part 2 Part 2.5 character info
Love Me, Love Me Not
Yandere Best Friend x Obstacle Reader
*unedited
Tags: kidnapping, complicit murder, guilt, suggestive tones, mixed signals, eventual smut, oneshot, reader is going through mixed feelings, one sided crush, yandere is in love with someone else, imprisonment, will they won't they vibes.
Disclaimer: This is just a scenario I thought of with an Oc! So nothing is really 'official' or canon-
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One too many times, you should've called the police. Why didn't you though? Now you sit there on the shower floor, hot water burning your back as you try to warm up the chill that goes down your spine. Their eyes, oh god they were open and staring at you dead in fear. Why did you cover for him?
You felt the sob trapped in your throat rip out of you as you remembered all the horrible things you were complicit in. There was nothing you could do now but accept the reality. You wouldn't get caught. The two of you burned all the evidence, and sadly, the victims were easy to dispose of. Did anyone look for them? Was anyone curious about them going missing?
The guilt was heavy, and it didn't help that the person you did it for- couldn't give two shits about you.
Marco, your happy go lucky best friend. You remembered that night when he called you, in a panic, begging you to rush to where he was. Of course you went, you were so worried for him. Upon arrival, you saw the large bag and tools. The look on his face warning you to do as he says before he decides to have another matching body bag beside him.
"You trust me don't you? I just need help with this, and then we can be over with it!"
You should've ran, screamed, called for help. But instead, you just grabbed the lower half of the bag, feeling the dreadful sensation of its limbs. You heard a shocked hum across you before the bag lifted off the ground.
"This is why you're always my number one go to. I apperciate this, I mean it. I won't ever forget this. Now follow me 'kay?"
What a joke. It was all a lie, wasn't it? All of that just for some sick obsession. Just for his "girlfriend" to focus on him and him only. If Marco just pursued her normally like a decent fucking human being, nobody would've been hurt, lies wouldn't have been told, your friendship would've been intact..
He could've just told those once alive victims that he wanted to ask her out. If Marco just smiled at her like he used to smile towards you- you're damn sure she would've fallen for him.
It worked for you afterall..
Maybe you should've let go when you had the chance. Cause now here you are, fending for your life as the killer you once called a friend claims you're the very obstacle of their relationship.
What? But you helped him?
You're staring at her in the wrong way.
Are you fucking kidding me? Does he know how many times you cried. The nights you spent mourning for the dead and the friendship that once was?
He still cares about you. But you forced him to get rid of you.
That's funny since you're currently showering at his apartment. You can't leave, though. He's locked the doors and windows. He even went as far as locking the knife cabniet and potential weapons. Still with the shower running, you didn't flinch at the sound of the bathroom door opening.
Curled up in a ball as you sat in the shower, you finally saw the eyes staring down at your naked form. You couldn't read his face, understand his expression, or even tell what he was thinking. It was foreign, new.
"Hey. Are you done? You're taking up the water bill y'know?"
Oh right, how long were you there for? Awkardly, you tried standing up while covering yourself with what little your hands could hide. You hoped he would at least save you some dignity, but he just kept staring with a blank expression.
"Here's a towel. Dry up and come to the kitchen. I made us something to eat"
You thanked Marco as you were quick to wrap your body with the towel. Looking again at Marco, you saw a hint of dissapointnent splay upon his eyes.
"Okay..Well just-Just..do whatever. Don't take too long or else I'll drag you out myself."
Rolling your eyes, you pushed Marco out of the bathroom as you closed the door. Locking - Oh right, he removed all the locks to each room..Drying off your body, you put on the clothes he left for you. Eventually, you made it to the kitchen, sitting down on the chair as you watched him cook.
He looked so calm, so soft as he focused on flipping the meat. You almost smiled when you heard him mutter about how he spilled some oil on his shirt.
Eventually sitting down to join you, Marco gave you your food as he offered you a drink. You declined of course, not feeling thirsty and paranoid of whatever poison he might spike it with. Smelling the aroma of the food, you felt your mouth water. He was always a good cook, hell you remembered the first time you visited his place.
How he made you a nice cooked lamb with mash potatoes. You recalled it being the first time you've ever seen Marco so particular about a certain thing - even though he's always been a speradic and chaotic individual. Though, the quick realization of your perdicment made the food cold and unappetizing.
Biting your lip, you turn your head away as you felt your eyes burn.
Don't cry, don't cry.
You sucked it up. Inhaled the air that surrounded you and forced a bite into your mouth. The food was good, you couldn't deny it. But it didn't taste as good as it did before. It's good, you say. Nearly breaking down as you saw Marco softly smile at you. A smile you haven't seen ever since he found his 'darling'. You want to run away and cry, to start fresh and new.
"I'm actually glad you moved in with me, it feels nice talking to someone who's helped me"
With the murders?
"Hey, we finally reached one of our bucket lists! To be roomates! Huh, well isn't that kind of funny? And we didn't even plan it out- kinda just happened huh!"
He was just rubbing the salt in the wound at this point. Forcing a smile, you just continued eating, chewing your food as a distraction as he kept on staring at you. Where's his girlfriend? Why didn’t he just make her move into his apartment if you're in the way?
"Oh her? She's at work, don't worry about it"
You stop eating, finishing your plate as you push it towards Marco.
"All done? I'm glad you enjoyed it! Just sit right there while I put everything away"
Is there any way for you to escape? There has to be a way, right? What are you doing here? How long is Marco planning on keeping you alive?
"Hey, your not thinking of doing anything weird right?"
You nod your head no profusely, trying to get his suspicion off of you. Patting your shoulder, Marco motions you to the couch. Sitting down before you as he drags you along with him. Placing you on his lap, he turns on the TV- switching through channels while you freeze on the spot.
"Is there anything you want to tell me?"
Out of nowhere, his hands slowly begin to play with your shirt. His fingers rubbing up and down your sides, his crouch nearly pressing against you. Confused, you just sit there, your hands on your knees as you glued your eyes to the screen.
"You're not lying to me, are you?"
His voice is so sweet, so much closer than you anticapted. You nearly buck against his touch just as his palm brushes a certain spot ever so subtly. Why was he doing this? You had a slight speculation why - or at least a hopeful stupid thought that would fufill your old wishes.
"...If you say so"
You find yourself now sitting beside him, pushed off of his lap. Feeling the weight shift on the couch, Marco stood up and walked away for what seemed like forever.
"I just remembered I have to quickly run by to get some things. I'll be back.."
If like nothing happened, you were alone. Confused, you wave your hands around as you scrunch up your face. Talking to yourself as you pace around the room. Calming down, you walk towards the door. Examining it as you realised that Marco had left one of the security laches loose. Should you risk it? You could grab the butterknife he gave you for the meal to loosen the door..
Oh fuck.
You could perhaps finally leave.
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vavaxx · 6 months
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Safety first
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Nikolai x reader (+ Fyodor)
[ !! : nsfw, afab reader, DUBIOUS CONSENT, groping, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, degrading, hair pulling, choking kink, praising, voyeurism, some kind of aftercare ] wc: 1.4k
beware of the tags!! this could be DISTURBING for some readers, consent is stated mid act!
(basically cop Nikolai fucks you on a car and you agree to it halfway trough)
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A soft breeze brushed over your exposed legs as you were returning home from your shift late at night.
Walking in the dark streets of the city was always a little worrying, never knowing what or who you could bump into, but seeing some policemen around was reassuring. They were there for people's safety, right?
Turning into a darker alleyway, you noticed a young white-haired cop leaning against his car, looking gently at you.
As you approached him, he immediately got closer to you, towering your figure with his tall body.
"Having a good night, miss? May I help you?" he said in a soft tone, looking at you directly in the eyes.
"Good evening sir" you said turning your head to the side, avoiding eye contact no, I don't need anything, thanks".
Suddenly his gloved hand came up to grab your chin and he made you turn to look at him.
"Are you sure, pretty? It's my job to help a young lady in need. I can take you home safely, you know the city is dangerous at this time..."
Your face showed your doubts. Trusting a random man, even if he called himself a cop, was still risky, but his appearance was inviting to say the least. He seemed to be around his late 20s, with snowy hair, beautiful eyes and a charming smile, to say the least.
"No need to worry angel, look! I am a policeman" he said, removing his hand from your face and pointing at a badge where you could read the name 'Nikolai'. "If you don't believe me, call the station, they'll confirm it!"
Too tired to investigate, you agreed to Nikolai's nice invitation, and with an imperceptible smirk on his face, he let you sit in the backseat. He then started driving to the address you gave him.
But as you were letting yourself relax, you saw a big hand appear from a hole in space and brush over your chest, in the tentative of unbuttoning your shirt. Gasping in surprise, you quickly tried to move away.
Panic started running through your body as he successfully opened your shirt and found its way under your bra. Ignoring your "No"s and pleas, he started toying with one of your nipples. The feeling of his fingers pinching your sensitive spot sent shivers all around your body, and the idea of how things could've continued further made your panties get wet. Why was your body reacting this way?!
"Can't you stay still back there? Driving is difficult with such chaos in the car, y'know." and as you looked at him, you could see his arm disappear under a black cloak on the passenger seat.
You didn't answer, too occupied in getting away from his hand when it disappeared to immediately materialized onto your thighs, gripping the soft flesh and smacking his palm here and there.
"Mh just stop, please" was all that could escape from your mouth before his hand lifted your skirt and pushed your damp panties aside.
"Ohh, and why would I listen to you begging when your wet cunt is telling me otherwise?" with that he pushed his finger further, with his thumb playing with your sensitive clit and the rest spreading your folds. You couldn't keep your mouth shut, at least not when his big hand was pleasuring you that much.
"I can't believe I brought in this car such filthy whore like you" he laughed at your moans, and, still panicking, you looked out the window only to see dark fields and not a soul within miles.
Looking down at your crotch, you felt two fingers enter your hole and get out full of slick, then he started pumping them in and out. The stretch felt so good and painful at the same time, and the biggest relief was the constant stimulation of your puffy bud.
"I see you can't wait any longer, can you?" he said smiling, turning the steering wheel around and stopping on the side of an empty road, where the only light source was a nearby street lamp.
Suddenly his hand between your thighs disappeared through his portal. Being your brain already dizzy, you couldn't follow his fast motions, and you soon found yourself out, bent with your stomach on the car hood with two big hands holding your waist.
He clicked his tongue, taking a view of your exposed ass and thighs touching against his bulge. You tried in vain to get up, to somehow escape his grip, scared of how things could've gone further, but his grip was too firm and you fell back down with your cheek on the cold metal.
"Don't try too hard pretty, I don't want you to tire yourself too much," he paused, removing some hair that covered your face. "Well, at least not this early."
"Now that we're here, do I have your consent to proceed, miss?"
The first thought you had was, why would he ask this now? How could he care now, when in that backseat it could still be seen the wet spot you left?
"I-, uh yes but m-" your words were immediately interrupted.
"Wonderful! I promise you'll enjoy my show as much as I will." One of his hands travelled down your back, sliding over your pulled-up skirt and teasing your entrance.
Then you heard him pull his trousers down to his knees and turned your head to take a look at him. Under his boxers there was a big bulge, which made you widen your eyes for a moment. "Like what you see?"
And getting rid of his underwear he revealed a 7 or so inches cock, already hard from your sounds and feeling only.
"What a whore, mouth watering over a stranger's dick, who's about to fuck you on a car hood." He leaned over you, getting closer to your ear to whisper "get as loud as you want darling, it's not like we're gonna getcaught."
That's what sent shivers through your body, more than the cold metal that pressed against your stomach. The thought of getting used, alone, lost in the dark by a stranger (a really attractive one), was a weird turn on surprisingly.
What brought you back from your thoughts was a deep thrust of his cock into your hole, pushing your body even harder on that coldness. His girth stretched you out so well that you could feel his tip slide against your warm walls.
"Mhpf" and other blabbering escaped your mouth when he started setting a merciless pace into your pussy, letting his balls hit your folds every time.
"God, how I love lost girls like you, ngh! Pretty girls so willing..." A sharp thrust made you whine loudly and your eyes closed shut. "...to get helped!"
His tip reached your sweet spot everytime, leaving you fucked out and pleasuring perfectly.
Big hands wrapped around your bust and neck, squeezing slightly on the side of it like you weren't already dizzy enough from his treatment. Soon the other hand slid down to your clit, brushing over it to feel your pussy clench and let out other slick, which was already mixing to the policeman's precum.
As you sightly opened your eyes, you saw two lights on the street get closer, and you realised in horrendous shock it was a car.
"Oh look! Ahh, we have a visitor!" Nikolai said, grabbing you by the hair and forcing your head up.
The car slowed down as it passed in front of you, a man with shoulder-length black hair and dark eyes gave a perverted smirk at the two of you, taking a mental image of your situation.
You made eye contact with him with half-lidded eyes and mouth hung open in pleasure, probably trying to whimper out something like 'get away' or 'please', but the way Nikolai was still pushing himself deep into you made it impossible.
The car eventually proceeded its way and you were left again with the policeman.
Hm, is my pretty slut on the pill?" and as you dizzily nodded, gripping your waist with both of his hands, he came in you, deep and filling you up to the brim with his cum.
You lied tired and dirty on the car hood, and after some minutes he grabbed you with his strong arms and let you rest inside the car.
You woke up in your apartment, lying on your bed with a clean pair of underwear, but still sticky inside, your brain still too foggy to understand how all of that could've happened.
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gotham-daydreams · 6 months
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Well that took a dark turn-
ANYWAYS what if reader escapes their first kidnapped Attemp from batfam and just dissappears, like go into hiding, and they can't be tracked down for a few weeks, what will batfam do?? Do you think the reader will be able to do that? 👀 👀 (I love this series and the ideas anons are giving ıts amazing<33)
What can I say? With yanderes there are only dark corners that progressively get darker the further you go.
(Also I'm glad! And I agree!! The ideas the anons are giving are amazing and I love them to bits!)
As for your question, in the series I don't believe that the reader will be able to fully achieve that. Since with what actually happens- well, it's kind of complicated, though they could try!
In a hypothetical scenario (that, once again, doesn't involve what'll happen in the series), the Batfam, in short, would freak the fuck out all over again.
Granted, they do have more information about the reader this time around, compared to when they first started looking for them. However, that doesn't seem to help, as they aren't able to locate the reader anywhere. Having even more trouble than the first night they tried looking for them, which is kind of saying something.
As you've said, it takes them a few weeks. Though by the first week they're already on the brink of insanity.
The Batfam finally had a taste of what life could've been with the reader in it. Of what life is like with the reader in it. Only for that to get taken away from them... and maybe it is deserved. Maybe that's just karma finally biting back, and showing the Batfam the one good thing that's ever happened to them, only to take it away. Only to steal it away again, to pour more pounds of salt on their aching wounds. Maybe it's what they deserve for ignoring the reader, and neglecting them for so long.
But they don't care.
They had the reader. They finally managed to bring them back home- and this happens? The reader ends up disappearing all over again? They leave again? But why? Didn't they want this too? Didn't they want to be a part of the family? What happened to that? Why can't they have it anymore? Why does the reader keep running away?
Y'know how I said in that one post where an anon asked "what would happen if the reader moved to a different country, instead of staying in Gotham?" (Or something around those lines-), that the Batfam would not only lose their minds, but be on the very brink the moment they find the reader, and thus, don't even have to think before kidnapping them? Well, this is very similar to that, except during those few weeks, at least a few of them absolutely tip over.
The moment they find the reader they don't even wait. No more slow approaches or mind games, they need the reader- now.
Nothing is going to change that. Nothing is going to get in the way of that. Not anymore. Not ever.
The reader wouldn't even get a chance to react or even make the smallest sound. All they know is that they were just suddenly minding their own buisness, albeit very paranoid and trying to be the most cautious they could, and then they saw black. By the time they wake up? They're back in their room in the manor. Maybe with a few... things missing if you catch my drift.
Since, now, well-
The Batfam will prioritize having the reader with them over any song or tune they'll ever hear them play.
The reader is what matters most to them, and they're never letting go. Never.
Even if it means taking away thing that'll limit them further. The Batfam is always there to help, so surely there isn't a problem, right? If anything, this just unlocks new bonding opportunities! Isn't that great! Are you happy?
Now the reader nees them more than ever, and they wouldn't have it any other way. :]
Regardless, when I do finally manage to get part 3 out and also part 4 (whenever that'll be-), maybe why I think that the reader in the "Not [ ]" series won't be able to fully accomplish this will be more clear! Since it is a little intense what happens, and will screw the reader over enough. Though it also may further encourage to escape somehow, we'll see!
Anyway, I hope this answered your questions!!
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dearshelby · 5 months
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No love, no more | T.S
Summary: The end of vendetta brings the crisis in Tommy's marriage to light. When his attempts of conciliation fail he refuses to face the truth, finding much more comfort in a lie.
A/N: I have absolutely no self control when it comes to this plot, I remember spending the night awake when I first had the idea a year ago. Now (hopefully), it's more realistic, in character and without 2048293839 spelling errors.
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Tommy felt his heart gripping on his chest hearing his wife's laugh from across the living room. Not exactly melodic or exemplary from a lady, but genuine and deprived of worries, something he hadn't heard in months.
The end of the vendetta didn't bring the relief he thought it would, with John's death and a crisis in his marriage, he didn't have much to celebrate.
Nevertheless the party went on, Arthur talked to Bonnie with the same excitement a father would to a son, Ada and Finn seemed to be rebounding after so long apart, Lizzie and Polly had their own internal jokes going on, Linda seemed to have a hard time socializing and at last, Tommy's wife chatted with Aberama while he stood alone in a corner.
He bit his inner cheek, jealousy taking over his most rational side, he used to make her laugh, even after the war killed his youngful sense of humor his ironic or critical remarks rarely failed in putting a smile on her face.
However, he was well aware of the space growing between them, if he didn't do anything the chances of losing her were huge. Clearing his throat, he raised a toast, distracting her from Aberama and initiating his plan to get her back.
As the night fell on, the guests naturally collected themselves. Finally, Tommy was alone with her, the bedroom felt as tense as a battlefield, a step wrong and he's out of the game.
Sitting on the edge of bed while she removed her jewelry on the dressing table, he tried to start a conversation.
"It's over," he referred to the vendetta.
"...it is," she sized him up through the mirror, "the children are happy to go back to school,"
"Yeah," Tommy breathed out, surely the months every Shelby had to be recluse affected their learning process, he couldn't help but to feel guilty for that, his babies doing well in school was one of his biggest prides since he didn't have this privilege, still, at least they were alive and everything would go back to normal, "could've been worse,"
"Yeah, I wish John's children could go back too," she pursed her lips hesitantly, "y'know, sometimes I-"
"Yeah?" Tommy encouraged, surprised by the cold way she brought John up.
"Sometimes I wonder what it would've been like if none of this happened, it started with the guns and we never had peace after," she looked down at her own hands, "sometimes I wonder if it wouldn't have been easier if Polly, Martha and I still ran the business and you- you and Arthur-"
She gulped, getting completely silent. Tommy felt his lips dry staring at her. Did she just admit she wished he was dead? Taking a drag of his cigarette, he preferred to believe his paranoia got the best of him. He had to believe or he'd go mad. If one of the few things keeping him alive wished he was dead, there was no point in everything he'd done for her
"Anyways, I- hm," she continued, "think I'll take a shower before bed."
"C'here," Tommy reached for her arm, what should've been an affectionate gesture of pulling her to his lap felt awkward and forced.
Her body was rigid in his embrace, seeming to avoid touching him more than necessary. His arms locked around her waist and his lips rested on her shoulder, at the same time she held his forearms with certain pressure, as if she could push him away at any moment.
The sweet scent of her perfume intoxicated Tommy's senses, he barely remembered the last time they intimately touched each other and by then, feeling her soft skin and her comforting weight on his thigh, he craved her badly.
"I love you," he whispered, still focused on putting their marriage back on the tracks, uncomfortable silence started with her lack of answer, he had no other option but to continue, "I know I pushed you away in the last months, I was-"
"Scared," she cut him off, "I know,"
"...and it's over now," Tommy completed, "now we have all the time in the fucking world,"
"To do what?"
"Well, for me personally," he changed his tone, sounding hopeful, "to take care of you,"
She sighed, pushing his arms away from her waist and cupping his cheeks, a pout showed on her lips as if she'd just been asked to do a long, boring task.
His eyes fell to her lips darkening with lust, he was the one to initiate a kiss, slow and full of desire. An unfamiliar, complaint-like sound left her lungs as he laid her on the bed, trailing the way down to her neck and collarbones.
Usually, Tommy's passionate acts would've ignited her fire, giving her shivers and the overwhelming urge of being close to him. That night wasn't the case, she laid down in silence, watching him lift her dress and massage her thighs in a pathetic attempt to turn her on.
When he removed her underwear and put his head in between her legs, she struggled to keep quiet, regardless of everything his tongue was still skilled, licking circles on her clit as his fingers toyed with her entry.
Soon, she came undone, a weak, nearly nonexistent smile crawled into Tommy's face, that was a good sign. However, as soon as she closed her legs, pushing herself up into the mattress, far from him, he realized an orgasm wouldn't be enough to get her favor back.
He grabbed her hip, kissed the exposed part of her thigh and smacked her ass before heading to the bathroom. Tomorrow would be a new day and with some luck, she'd recognise his efforts.
The morning arrived suspiciously quiet in the Shelby household, Tommy sat alone in the large dining room, the table was already set for breakfast but his family was nowhere to be seen.
The scene looked like a joke of poor taste for those close to the family, Thomas Shelby, known for skipping meals, was the first to get on the table.
He peeked at the clock, frowning as he realised everyone was terribly late, the children would miss some classes and his wife usually didn't stay in bed until late hours.
After two or three cigarettes, the food went cold and he was ready to go search for them. It wasn't necessary when his babies ran through the door and grabbed bread from the table.
"I'm gonna miss three more classes today, daddy," Florence, the youngest, started.
"Mama said she'll call the principal to explain what happened later," Anthony, his firstborn, completed.
"Oh, yeah?" Tommy asked, since himself didn't know and his wife still hadn't shown up, "And what happened, my boy?"
"I don't know," he shrugged off.
"She forgot to wake me up," the daughter explained, "the driver will go real fast so I'll get the french class!"
"That's a rhyme!" Anthony pointed out.
As they giggled to themselves, the worried mother showed up, still wearing pajamas covered by an expensive robe.
"I told you to go straight to the car!" she scolded.
"We wanted to talk to daddy!" Florence argued.
"Well, I suppose you just did,"
With the mother's final words, the children lowered their heads and walked out, leaving her and Tommy alone.
"Flora said you forgot to wake her up," he commented.
"Tommy, I-" she whined, annoyed by his tone, "I got an important call, alright?"
"Whose call?"
"From the institute!" she took the seat beside him, "What the hell was I supposed to say? Call later, I have to get my children ready for school? The maids are here to help with this too!"
Something was deeply wrong, from her defensive and aggressive answer to the said institute call at early hours in the morning. As much as it hurted to realize, Tommy knew she was lying to him, he only had to find out why.
"At least we'll have fucking breakfast together," he ironically spat.
"Oh, isn't that great?" she retaliated, filling her mouth with a piece of cake and avoiding looking at him.
The minimum appetite he had earlier was completely gone with the conflict. All he wanted was to have breakfast with his family, mainly with her, so she'd warm up to him again.
Everything went absolutely wrong and as a matter of fact, felt worse than yesterday.
"Look, I just-" Tommy started, "I just wanted to have breakfast with my family after a fucking vendetta ended, can I do that?"
"I don't know, can you?" pouring herself a cup of tea, she stood up from the table and headed out, "I'll change off these pajamas,"
Watching her leave, Tommy squinted, thinking of whatever the fuck else he could do for her to go back to herself, because that wasn't her, that cold, dismissive woman surely wasn't the one he married. As a last shot, he decided to offer what his kin seemed to like the most about him - his money.
Another day went by and they didn't have much contact. Still, when nighttime came, they were unavoidably reunited in their shared bedroom.
With the children in bed, the house was quiet once again. If it weren't for the lights on, anyone watching from outside would think it was empty.
"Did you speak to the principal?" he asked.
"Did," she sat on the end of bed, putting moisturizer on her arms.
"And?"
"They'll have some extra homework, he said they're smart children, they'll recover soon," she explained, "and about those months they missed, they'll stay until later hours twice a week,"
"And the institute?"
"What about it?" she gulped.
"Someone called at fucking sunrise," Tommy questioned, "I imagine it must've be something important,"
"Yeah, hm-" she stuttered, "someone wanted to make an anonymous donation,"
"Oh, there's no income registers in the book,"
"Because I haven't made any yet," she argued, "what is it, Tommy?"
"Just curious,"
She scoffed, turning her focus to herself.
"I've got something for you," he continued.
Her eyes slightly widened, it had been a long time since he surprised her, "For me?"
Opening the wardrobe's drawer, Tommy took a black velvet box, he stood in front of her and revealed a diamond necklace sparkling in its expensive glory.
"What did I do to deserve this?" she quietly asked, "It's not even my birthday,"
"Does a man need a reason to gift his wife?"
"I suppose," she allowed him to clasp the jewel around her neck.
"What do you think?"
"It's beautiful," she pouted, "thank you, Tom,"
His shoulders dropped with her carelessness, she not only didn't seem excited, she seemed sad, tense about something he couldn't guess. Caressing her shoulder, he tried to get something out of her, "Are you alright?"
"Yeah,"
"So what's with that face?" his hands traveled from her shoulder to her cheek.
"Nothing, I just had a long day," in a smooth movement, she kissed and removed his hand from her.
Tommy watched her take the necklace off, walk to the wardrobe, get a blanket and make herself comfortable in bed, as if he wasn't even there, as if both he and the diamond were irrelevant. Then she peeked at him, silently asking if he wouldn't lay down.
Turning off the lights, he went back to his office, it wasn't an invitation to lay down with her, she only wanted him to end the day and stop demanding her attention. Tommy felt like he ran out of options, there was nothing to do but wait until the situation reached its peak.
Two months went by, time in which they practically lived alone, the others presence didn't add anything, few words were spoken and physical touch seemed forbidden.
No words could express how much Tommy missed his wife, to have her greeting him when he got home, to hear her excitedly dumping news from the institute on him, to feel her neediness in kisses that were meant to be a simple goodnight peck.
Frustrated and irritable, he decided to go home earlier on a Friday evening, he'd never expected the scene that welcomed him home. She happily talked to someone on the phone, laughing like she hadn't for long, realizing he was home, she put the phone down.
"You're early," she greeted.
"Who was that?" Tommy was quick in asking.
"Oh, just a friend of mine,"
"Friend," he nodded, "he must be really fucking funny, right?"
"Her," she lied, "and yes, she's really funny,"
"You should invite her over, maybe she can bring some fucking happiness to this house!"
"What the hell are you talking about, Tommy?" she shrunk her shoulders, intimidated by his loud tone.
"I'm talking about you talking on the fucking phone like everything is alright," he pointed out, "as if you hadn't fucking ignored me for two fucking months!'
Licking her lips, she looked down trying to hide the tear in her eyes. Sucking the air between her teeth, she whimpered, "I'm sorry,"
"What?" he froze, he expected anything from her except tears and an apology.
"I'm so sorry, Tom," she cried out, "I just- I didn't know what to do with everything we went through, I didn't know how to deal with it, I didn't know what to tell the children- I-
"Hey, hey-" he interrupted, guiding her into his embrace, "you could've said something,"
"Say what, Tommy? It 's pathetic!" she hid her teary face on his neck.
"I know, love," he soothed, "should've told me earlier,"
"I'm sorry,"
"I know,"
Holding her tightly against him, his most selfish side feasted on their closeness, she went back to him even if she had to fall apart for it.
"Let me make it up to you," she whispered, hands moving to his waist.
"Hm?"
"I've been such a terrible wife," she lifted her head and looked into his eyes, "and you kept up with me, let me thank you,"
"Thank me, eh?" he teased, "and how would you do that?"
"However you want me to, sir,"
Tommy gently held her neck, bringing her face closer to his. In this circumstance he could have her in any way he wanted, she wouldn't argue. Nevertheless, he didn't want roughness, he wasn't even mad at her anymore, all he wanted was to be desired by her.
"Take me upstairs, hm?" she continued, brushing the tip of their noses together.
Three hours later, they laid together in bed, while Tommy stared at the ceiling trying to find out what exactly went wrong, she was in deep slumber. Considering her tone and apologies, he expected some passionate love making or at least something that wasn't her just laying there, uninterested.
Peeking at her, he didn't know what else to do, perhaps he was the one getting mad after all, missing a sort of relationship that only happened in his head. Officially, there was nothing else to do.
The only thing to change in her behavior was from then on, she had her eyes on Tommy all the time, observing, seeming to wait for the perfect moment to something.
After another four long weeks, he learned what she was waiting for. On a warm evening, Tommy took some time away from the business and sat under a tree, enjoying the sun rays on his skin.
"Can we talk?" she asked, sitting beside him.
Arching his eyebrows in surprise, he positively nodded.
"Tommy, I don't know how to tell you this," she hesitantly started, "I don't even know if I'm doing the right thing by telling you this,"
He felt his body tense with her tone, as if it was a bomb about to shell.
"I've been avoiding it for the last months because I thought it'd be temporary, I thought it'd be something that'd end soon and I'd go back to you but- ugh-" she sighed, "There's someone else,"
Tommy's throat burnt, he couldn't even believe his first reaction was the urge to cry. Still, his face remained blank, he looked away from her and frowned, as secondary emotion, rage came in a wave.
"Who is he?" was all he managed to ask.
"It doesn't matter,"
"Yes, it does," he threateningly drawled, "I wanna know who you consider a better fuck than me,"
"It's not about the sex, Tommy,"
"What is it about then? The dresses and jewels I filled your wardrobe with? Or perhaps the driver I picked wasn't of your liking-"
"I'm not going to fight you," she cut him off, "I've said what I had to say and now there's this, he wants me to move with him,"
Tommy gulped, some fucker had been planning to take away his wife right under his nose and he hadn't done anything about it.
"And I think I will but only if I take the children with me,"
"Oh," he scoffed, "and what makes you think I'll allow that?" he challenged, in any other circumstance he would, knowing how much children usually were attached to their mothers but his ego was hurt.
"The judge will decide that," she calmly answered, "he might not let a cheater have them but he certainly wouldn't let a gangster either,"
"...you wouldn't," Tommy argued, perplexed by her coldness. His beloved wife just threatened to snitch on him.
"I don't want to, so don't force me,"
Tense, dangerous silence fell between them, both looked away from each other, without any words left to speak, they could hear the laughs of their children playing in the garden.
Few minutes passed, the longest in Tommy's life, he often had moments like this, in which his life course could be permanently altered in a matter of seconds.
"Don't do it," he started, still not looking at her.
"I'll not if you-"
"None of it, don't take the children, don't leave me," the second their eyes met, he sensed hesitation on her, so he continued, "don't you love me?"
"Tom, I-" she softened up.
"Did you ever?"
"Of course I did, a lot!" she quickly answered, "But if I say I do now I think it'd be a lie,"
"...so lie."
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hear me out! nevermore has a musical they produce for the spring. they they so happen to do Chicago, the reader is velma kelly and xavier falls in love with the reader while he is helping with set for the show.
CAUGHT IN THE ACT | xavier thorpe
"you're breaking character, xavier. "
also a bit of a disclaimer i only heard abt the summary and i have no time to watch the whole musical but imma just go with my common knowledge i have for this. SO MOSTLY ITSBJUST THEM AND LESS CHICAGO IM SORRY SHSGS
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"damn! only got ensemble, what about you y/n?" enid groans, you smirk at her "i got velma kelly." you say a toothy grin growin on your face. wednesday frowned at the conversation, "remind me again, why are you doing this?" she sighs out to you, almost looking disappointed. "i may be the child of the poltergeist and yes i love to hide but y'know i have to try out stuff once in a while." you reply to her, "also it's because of principal weems. she said that i had to do this or else i won't be sleeping in my own dorm, i set one on fire by accident." you add as enid laughed, "you never try out these things, y/n. why the change of heart? also you could've spent beekeeping with me and ottinger rather than be in that horrific display of singing." wednesday wonders curiously, did she see right through you? "just trying things out, wednesday." you breathed out to her, trying to play it cool looking ahead of her to a specific long haired boy who was busy on his sketchbook.
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you've never heard of a theatre within the school, but it certainly exists. it's just that it needs cleaning up. you were there for rehearsals, since it was a saturday morning everyone was either in jericho or lazing away in their dorms. principal weems was unsure if you were going to stay put in the school grounds but you stayed behind, truthfully. you suddenly begin to despise being the lead for this musical, the pressure was getting to you and you start to worry if you're going to screw up.
"okay, let's go again, lights-" you announce as you start pacing the stage, "camera- paint?" you notice xavier coming up to the stage with a small bucket of what looked like maroon paint. "sorry for interrupting, please continue." he says politely, walking over to the lousy background of the stage, it had a sickening yellow color to it with loads of crusty paint slipping off the cement. "wouldn't you be at jericho by now?" you ask him as he dipped his wide brush in the paint and started painting from below to above.
"nope, weems asked me this morning to make a good background for the musical, it needs to be barely noticeable because they're using cardboard cutouts as scenes. she said black but for interrupting my coffee hours, i'll go with maroon instead." xavier answered, "could've gone with neon instead to infuriate her more, no?" you offer, wiggling your eyebrows. xavier laughed, "then i'll feel bad." he replies. "you have a soft heart for someone who looks like they ate a piece of lemon." you mentioned to him, he looks at you for the first time he walks in the room with a downturned smile, if that made sense.
"well- don't tell anyone about that. that right there is my biggest secret." he jokes, shaking his head left to right with a scoff. "alright, it'll be our official secret."
- xavier's pov (?) -
xavier never thought of you, or even acknowledged you that much but for some reason, after that conversation at the theatre you were basically unforgettable. he said hi to you in the hallways, everything seemed so monochrome but when you walked in the same room as him? instant color. so whenever he was free, he would do at least something to see you. this had been going on for a good 2 weeks
a week before the final rehearsal, he brought wax because weems tasked him to wax the stage. as he was nearing the door your voice rang clearer and clearer. your beautiful voice. xavier sighs to himself, he was at a loss by now, he tried his best to sneak inside unnoticed but the poltergeist could spot a shadow moving a mile away. so you instantly stopped.
"xavier?"
"oh hey sorry, i came in here to uh... wax the stage." xavier mumbled timidly, finally getting up to his normal height. you frowned, "thought this school was rich enough for maintenance people." you told him, he was trying to find the answers, for a moment he thought you were about to catch him in the act. "or was this only an act of service to suck up to the principal?" he could almost sigh from relief, "um yeah, been failing ms. thornhill's class lately so." xavier lied, he was doing excellently in that subject. a firm "hm." said it all, you probably knew, you just didn't want to spoil the fun. while y/n was singing her lungs off, xavier was sure it had something to do with jazz, he wasn't familiar with the musical. he was pre occupied scrubbing the floors with wax, luckily he wasn't wearing his school uniform since it was after class hours, otherwise those sweet blue slacks were toast. you didn't leave until he finished, you had other plans, xavier was onto you. if you figured him out, xavier was dead to himself and his dignity, i mean he wasn't ashamed with liking you. you were amazing, he just wanted to be sure that he liked you. lies.
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"you finished. now, walk me to my dorm will you?" you ask him as you picked up your things from one of the leather seats and went outside as he followed. xavier left the wax at the stage, he remembered to return it tomorrow. as you walked the only sounds both of you could hear were your steps against the cobblestone floor, this only happend for 3 minutes. "so uh-"
"do you like me, xavier?" xavier wanted the ground to swallow him up right now. he stops in his footsteps and you turned from your heel, with a raised eyebrow. testing him. for a moment xavier almost breaks but he endured "do i like you is the question, what do you think?" he said, now you were testing each other. "i think you have had a little crush on me, ever since you painted the maroon background at the theatre. i know the maintenance people here, and i know that weems would never leave out an assignment for them, especially since it's this heck of a theatre that has not been used for a decade." you point out to him, with a devious smirk on your face.
xavier tugged at his jacket and approached one step forward toward you, "we both know you're a lazy poltergeist, l/n. why do you have extra rehearsals every after rehearsal- alone in the theatre?" you scoffed at his accusation, placing a hand on his chest, leaning in slightly, this made xavier's stomach do a flip and made his knees weak. "since we both are onto each other, you and i know the answer." you whispered as you lean back with a teasing side smile, xavier sighs out through his nose, his cheeks could match the theatre background, a sign that he gave up. his slim hands went up to your cheeks, his thumb caressing it. his lips were practically brushing against yours now,
"may i kiss you?"
"you're breaking character, xavier." you smiled, pressing your lips on to his, giving him an answer.
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Porter Solaire x GN! Reader 0.7 k words Genre: Uhh hurt/comfort? Or just comfort? Warnings: Not proofread
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"So you're leaving? Just like that? Porter I know I said I was okay with us being... whatever, for just that night. But when you invited me to that summit thing, and when we started talking a lot more, I thought that meant that.. we were... something more. Something more than just a one night thing, okay?" Their voice cracked. Treasure, much like their name suggested, meant the world to Porter. Sure, he'd just met them about a month ago, but that one month, his life seemed almost bearable.
"Treasure, you and I both knew that I wasn't going to be staying in Dahlia forever-" He gently started. "-Don't," they cut him off, "just don't bother. It's fine, Porter. I'm fine." They exhaled shakily before leaving his place. Two days later, Porter couldn't get it off his mind, the way their eyes dimmed when he told them that he was leaving Dahlia. His heart burned, when he thought of the look of despair that was etched onto their features right before they left. He had to do something about it, but what could he possibly do? He had 3 days before he left, time wasn't exactly on his side. He texted them, but no avail. 4 texts, no reply back, he was left on read. He tried calling them, but yet again his efforts were ignored as they just declined all calls. They were upset.
That's what led to a very sunburnt looking Porter showing up at their doorstep at 12 noon that day. Treasure's eyes widened in concern as they dragged him in and towards the living room. "Why did you?! Porter oh my god-" They rushed as they closed all the blinds. "Porter, you could've just come over at night-" Their tone was panicked. "What do vampires even do in situations like this- Does ice work? You're red all over," concern laced their tone as they walked to the freezer to get an ice bag. They rushed back to the living room and gently held the ice pack against his face. "Why did you come here?" Porter gently flashed them a toothy grin, the first time he'd smiled after they left his place. "I'm sorry. I missed you." They lightly sighed as their eyes teared up, without another word, they wrapped their arms around his neck and hugged him. They sobbed lightly and sniffled, "you didn't have to do this at like... the sunniest time of the day y'know," they complained. "Well, I was hoping you'd see my very sunburnt face and feel some form of pity," he chuckled. They punched him lightly and chuckled through a sob. "I'm sorry I didn't answer your texts... or calls," they sniffled. "I just, I don't want to see you go so soon," they sighed. Porter's eyes softened with concern, "hey, I'll come back, every once in a while." Their brows furrowed as their lip quivered, "But then we won't have what we have now." "Hey," his voice softened. "I know, treasure, I really do, but, Dahlia isn't my home. Not anymore at least," he said softly, "I will be back, just for you." Treasure sniffled as they looked at him, "You promise?" He looked at them, a slight smile gracing his features, "Yes, I do. I promise." "You looks like a wreck," they sniffled. "I know, treasure," he smiled as he grabbed the ice pack and placed it on his face, "feel like one too," he chuckled. They sighed, "you didn't need to do all this... for me. I would've accepted your apology just as fine during the night, y'know," treasure rolled their eyes, "you always had a flair for theatrics huh?" He gave them an amused smirk, "One, I had to apologize right now, it was the only thing on my mind from last night. And two, yes I do." Treasure leaned in and closed their eyes, taking the cue, Porter closed the gap and gently kissed them, his hands gently caressing their neck. They pulled back before looking into his eyes, "I love you," they said softly before leaning back in to kiss him. "I love you too, treasure," he replied with a smile as his hands hugged their waist.
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can u please make something about abby comforting reader through an especially hard panic attack😔☹️🙏
thank you!
of course ml!! hope you're okay <33
cw: anxiety , panic attack comfort , gentle! abby , fluff , use of y/n , pet names (babe, baby, honey, etc) , reader is kinda insecure , readers hair can be brushed through with a brush
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you have had panic attacks before, so you were no stranger to the clammy hands, chest pains, and the relentless thoughts and fears clouding each and every corner of your mind. but this one was just different.
it hadn't happened all week. usually your anxiety would get to the point where you'd have one or two attacks over the course of a few days. but you knew when you went an entire week with no panic attacks that something was wrong. it was building up inside you, just waiting for it to release into something monstrous.
abby knew all about your anxiety. she knew how bad it tore you up, and she was better at dealing with it than you were. often times it made you insecure how much you felt like you were slowing her down. how you had told her a countless number of times that she would be better off without you dragging her down with your blasted anxiety.
of course, being the best girlfriend she is, she didn't listen. she didn't mind helping you through it, in the sense that you really weren't slowing her down. but she hates your anxiety too. she hates how sick you feel after every attack and she hates that you go through them in the first place. her least favorite part, though, is when you go through it by yourself.
which was happening right now.
you were curled up in a ball on the floor of your shared bedroom. you could feel the pent-up anxiety releasing from the very start, and you tried everything to soothe it; your weighted blanket, your breathing exercises, hot tea. but nothing worked. to make matters worse, you couldn't find your phone to tell abby what was going on.
you lost track of time an hour into the attack. usually they only lasted maybe ten to twenty minutes. but this one felt so dreadful and deep that you knew it would be grueling.
your muscles shook so hard they hurt. your eyes were red and puffy from the amount of vigorous tears that had come from them. your clothes were covered in your snot and drool, and your heart felt like it was attempting to head-butt itself out of your chest.
keys jingle outside of the door, quickly followed by the sound of the door opening. abby's heavy footsteps are heard through the thin walls of the apartment.
"babe, you won't believe what happened today." she begins to say, her tone lighthearted and breathy, "i went grocery shopping and this lady was trying to get the last pack of those blueberry muffins you like, but i grabbed them before her. she was so pissed i wish you could've seen her face."
when she doesn't get a response back her eyebrows scrunch and she freezes, "y/n?"
she abandons the groceries on the counter, heading straight towards the bedroom. the second she sees you slumped on the floor and curled in a tight ball her stomach drops.
she doesn't hesitate for a single second before scooping you right up, tucking your face into her shoulder, "how long have you been like this?" she asks softly, her usual happy tone completely sympathetic.
you open your mouth, but no words come out. just a single, dry breath. she sits you down on the bed, her fingers pressing into your pulse, "honey, your heart. calm it down." she commands softly, peppering tender kisses all around your face, "why didn't you call me?"
"didnt want to... be a burden." you choke out, the tightness in your lungs far from subsiding.
she keeps talking to you, knowing two things. one: her voice calms you. two: she knows that if you're talking, you're breathing.
"you're not a burden, y'know that? you are never a burden." she coos, rubbing her fingers through your hair, "how long has this one been happening?" she asks again.
"an hour." you mumble, grabbing and pawing at her hands to hold.
her stomach twists again, the thought of you being alone in this state for this long making her feel guilty, "that's too long. have you taken your medicine?"
you can only muster a nod. yes, you did take your medicine. has it helped? not. one. bit.
she picks you up again so fast it almost gives you whiplash. she carrie's you to the shared bathroom, setting you down on the counter. you grimace at the cold tile against your thighs, but the she soothes you with a peck on the cheek.
abby knew what to do.
she slotted her body between your legs, cleaning up your tear and drool stained face with a warm washcloth. she kisses your forehead every once in a while, talking to you the entire time. "breathe, baby." "it'll pass." "i'm right here, okay? i'm not going anywhere."
after cleaning you up she carefully peeled your dirty clothes off, replacing them with some of her clean ones: her favorite t-shirt and a pair of her boxers. she knew you love to wear her clothes. they feel and smell like her, and there was no greater comfort than to be surrounded by abby.
"better?" she asks softly, brushing through your hair with a hairbrush.
you nod, pulling the slightest of smiles out of you for the first time in hours.
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Recom! Quaritch x Human! Reader
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TW/CW: Dark Relationship, Yandere Themes, Age Gap[Reader is Over 18], Older Man/Younger Person, Interspecies, Violence, Manipulation, Dubious Consent, Slight N/$/F/W Mention, Slight Canon Divergence [Not Enough to Alter Canon], Slight OOC
-Despite being a human, you held great respect for this planet and had planned to live the rest of your days on this planet. Unlike Spider, you were older and didn't know Pandora since a toddler. Unlike the scientists, you didn't have an avatar to fully experience Pandora. You were fine with that, helping them and being able to be around the Na'vi people was good enough for you.
-Taking care of Spider was a handful that they left to you. A wild and rambunctious one he was. This caused you to slowly become more and more aware of the Sully family as he gravitated towards the kids of the family.
-Life was good for some years until shit hit the fan. The RDA came back with various attacks. You felt as if you couldn't do much unfortunately. You tried to pull your weight as much as possible. You helped research and come up with battle plans, helped when warriors came back wounded, and even watched the Na'vi children when their parents were off fighting. It was slightly humorous having some kids nearly the same height of you, but they respected you all the same. Jake would never allow you to fight, opting for you to stay at the base instead. You gave up asking as you could feel the pity in his eyes that you never got the chance to have an avatar.
- You tried so hard to be fine with your situation but you felt more useless as the days went past. You explored more away from the base and you felt like such an outsider. Sure, the other humans would aways be humans, but at least they could pretend to be a Na'vi for a little bit.
- And the more you took trips outside the clan, the more you got studied by flying drones. The more you came into the eye of unfortunately Quaritch. After some research done, he knew you were an intern before RDA first fell apart, you didn't have an avatar, and the Na'vi put you on babysitting duty most the time. You were far from a threat, but you could have lots of potential information on you.
- Then, he found himself researching more about you for his own personal interest. Old security cameras footage that caught you in it. You weren't important at all, a background character. But to him, as much as he hated to admit it, you were a growing fascination on him. He took notice of how maternal/paternal you were and he felt something ache inside him. Sure, he knew he fathered a child but never stucked around because of his job. You looked so out of place, how cute you would look by his side as a housewife/husband. His little human all for himself with a growing family.
- Sure, some of the Na'vi may miss you, but taking you in wouldn't disrupt any of their plans. As soon as the right time strikes, he'll have you fall right into his arms. No more in the jungle but with him. He knows he's no longer human and protecting humanity doesn't include him in the future, but he would fight for a place where you and him can hopefully live as close as normal life (as much as a human and 10 foot blue alien can get). You'll come around to loving him eventually, he reasons to himself.
....
Your body is shoved on the ground, the wide expanse of his blue palm holding you down with ease as Spider to the right of you looks in horror. If he adds any more pressure, you're scared he'll start to crack your oxygen mask. And all that shit faced man, avatar? is smirk at your obvious struggle.
"Get off of them!" Spider hisses as he tries to claw himself out of the ropes.
"Y'know, you could've escaped if you didn't come back for my boy." Quaritch says haughtily as he replaces his hand with his knee, leaving you more trapped under. A bug under his shoe is how you feel.
"He's a child, you fucker, I'm not leaving someone innocent like him behind." You breathed out.
"You trying to be a mom/dad for him? Or some kind of babysitter?" His hand makes contact with your hair as he moves some back. "Well, ain't you prettier in person?" He chuckles.
You felt gross and shivered under his touch. "Just let the boy go, alright? Take me, do whatever you were gonna do to the boy on me instead." You yelled out as Spider began to shake his head rapidly.
"Don't! Let them go instead of me. I can handle it, I owe you anyways." Spider says as struggles to reach any possible weapon around him.
"Awe, now you know damn well I'm not letting that happen." Quaritch laughs as he snaps handcuffs on your wrists finally before he stands up and turns to the other marines. "Take the feral one back into his cage. I'll personally escort this one back." And like that, the other avatars grab Spider as he slowly dissappears from view.
He rolls you onto your back as he near straddles you, crouching and leaning over your body as your feet drag into the dirt trying to scoot away from him.
"I appreciate you for taking care of my son." But the tone is far from genuine. "Well, previous me's son. Hey now, you're not escaping me." And he grips you by the pants back under him.
"I didn't watch over him for you, far fucking from it." You wanted to spit in his shit eating face so bad.
"Don't worry about that one, I'll have him taken off your hands." And he picks you up with ease throwing you over his shoulder.
"You know, since you're one of the more attractive ones I've encountered here on this damned planet, I'll cut you a deal." His hand holding you in place feels as if it slowly moves down your waist and to your ass.
"And just what would that be?" You said through gritted teeth.
"How about I just fill you with another kid of mine since you wanna be my babymomma/daddy so bad." And he laughs out loud as you feel shock overcome you. You hope to God, Eywa, or whoever it was an empty joke despite the predatory look that was planted on his features.
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[A/N: Gosh I loved this movie so much. Was thinking of possibly writing Yandere Poly! Jake and Neytiri x Reader.]
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FORGIVE, DON'T FORGET
satoru gojo x reader
chapter two
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You cursed yourself for getting carried away with that man. What the fuck were you even thinking in the first place? That was your boss that you had just slept with. The one who had wronged you in the past. The one who is currently now wronging you. People didn't change. Well, maybe they would if you hadn't put up that sticky note. 
You rested your head on your desk, already stressed from your first day of work. You already knew the types of hell he would unleash to make your life miserable. The lengths that stubborn, petty man would go to just to make himself feel better. You were having a silent mental breakdown in your office. Kicking your legs randomly due to your out of control anger, fidgeting with your hands because you had no idea whether you'll be forced to quit. You were a mess. 
Not hearing the door knock made you think that you were free to drag out this breakdown as long as you want. But then, whoever was on the other side of that door opened it. Witnessing the mess of a person you were for a good thirty seconds before you realized it. You turned your head towards the person who caused you all this "tantrum throwing." 
"Wow, I had no idea how crazy I drove you," he walks towards your desk with his hands in his pocket. "You look like shit." Gojo leans over your desk to get a better look at you with that stupid smirk on his face, He knew he won. Wow, thanks. You got yourself together in that split moment and tried to put on your best poker face. 
"Can I help you, sir?" you questioned. He took a moment to analyze your sudden switch up before answering your question by shaking his head. "No, just wanted to check up on my personal assistant." Gojo placed an emphasis on the my, causing your head to hurt even more than it did. You could've sworn you were holding back violent thoughts at this point. "How... kind of you, sir. I'm doing fine, thank you." You put a obviously fake smile on your face, causing him to notice. Surprisingly, he looked serious for once. 
"Yeah, whatever," he began, sitting down in front of you. "Look, I like to have my time managed to make my schedule the least messy it could possibly be. And you are now in charge of my schedule." He was right! You were in charge of his schedule. You could make it as messy and busy as possible. Even working for him, you could still find ways to screw him over. Temporary ways, of course. You didn't want to get fired. "I'm not that petty to drag out whatever happened last night to the present." Yes you were, Satoru Gojo. "Don't get me wrong, I'm still upset about that sticky note and I am going to mess with you a couple of times. Or a lot, but nothing too serious, y'know? I'm not that  cold hearted." 
You were dying for him to get to the point and leave you alone so you could begin cursing him out. Silently. On your own. "I'm having trouble understanding, sir." He rolls his eyes, clearly annoyed that you hadn't understood his intentions of this conversation. "What I'm trying to say is yes we have our bad history. But, don't let it get to your head... all the time. I still want you to take your job as seriously as possible considering you're my personal assistant." You wanted to grab him by the shirt and smack some sense into him. You wanted to tell him that it should be him that should take his job seriously. 
You nod your head with a decent smile on your face, disregarding all the intrusive thoughts you wanted to go through with. "Of course, sir." Suddenly, the stupid grin was back onto his face within a second. "And, Ms. l/n. If you ever, ever try to screw me over, I would then have a reason to fire you. That means you shouldn't think that just because you and I had history together, doesn't mean you have a 'get out of jail free-card.' I'm only waiting for the opportunity to fire you."  
"I understand, sir." He raises a bored brow, staring deep into your soul. "We're having a welcome party for you. My place at eight. You'll be there, right?" As much as you wanted to skip the party and cry yourself to sleep tonight, you figured it would be a good opportunity to actually meet people in your workplace. After all, you found that 'Kento' dude quite attractive. You nod your head, confirming your appearance at the party.  "Hey, it'll be the second time you've been to my place. Do you still need the address or do you have good memory?" he mocks you. 
"I'll be okay." You try your best to not sound annoyed. Unsurprisingly, it was difficult. You already knew the good days with a decent job were long gone. You had Gojo to deal with now for as long as possible. "That's everything, then. Don't be late, Ms. l/n!"
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You rang the doorbell of his house. It was just as big as you remembered. You held your purse tightly, feeling nervous about the fact that you were going to be in his place. Again. The door opened with the Senior Manger standing behind it. "Welcome in," he says, stepping aside and making room for you. The suit he was wearing looked tight around his figure. It showed off the amazing body he was hiding under the baggy suit he wore to work. 
"Look who finally showed up," Gojo 'welcomes' you. "Took you long enough." You tilted your head in confusion. You were sure he said to be here at 8:30. "I thought you said to be here at 8:30," you spoke. He shook his head, "I said to be here at eight, Ms. l/n." You took a moment to think about the conversation you had about coming here in the first place. He really did say eight. You had just forgotten. 
"Sorry," you mumble. He nods his head, leading the way towards his living room. You've seen most of the rooms of his house. Not everything though, there was way too much to see. This living room was something you did remember from that night. You saw everyone gathered around, you didn't know anyone. You were too busy crying and repeatedly banging your head against the desk after that conversation you had with your "boss." 
"Everyone, this is my new personal assistance. I know some of you are missing my old one already. Man, what was her name again?" he spoke the last bit quietly to himself. "Doesn't matter. Anyways, I hope you will all welcome Ms. l/n into our office with open arms." You chuckled awkwardly, not knowing what to do in this situation. "Thank you," you said. Everyone got back to doing their own thing after that little speech Gojo gave. 
"Ms. l/n," someone walked up to you. You nod your head, taking a sip out of the champagne you had picked up from a table. The man that had walked up to you was none other than the senior manager. "I apologize for not having the time to properly introduce myself at the office earlier. My name is Nanami Kento. I'm the senior manager here and I look forward to working with you," he says, reaching his hand out to shake yours. "It's nice to meet you, Manager Nanami," you shake hands with him. Something about him made your heart flutter. He seemed sweet and mature. And something about him just made you feel safe. 
As you were continuing conversation with Nanami, you noticed a pair of eyes wandering onto you. It felt suffocating for some reason and you knew exactly who was eyeing Nanami and you. "Hey, Kento. Sorry, but I need to steal Ms. l/n for a minute," Gojo speaks, placing his arm around Nanami's shoulder with a grin on his face. Nanami seemed annoyed now, he looked absolutely tired of Gojo. But, who could blame him? Nanami nodded his head and walked away, fixing his tie. "He's so funny, isn't he?" he turns his attention to you.
"Mhm," you agreed and took a sip out of your champagne. "You need something or can I go meet other people, sir?" Gojo rolled his eyes. "By other people, do you mean Kento?" he speaks with an attitude. "You haven't spoken to anyone else but him. And here I thought I was special to you." The thought of him thinking he was "special" to you brought a slight chuckle your way. And him being all high and mighty, took offence to that. "Really?" He gives you a nasty look. "That's funny to you?" You shake your head immediately, not knowing if he was being serious or not. You never knew if he was serious or not. "No, I'm sorry, sir!" 
Gojo nodded his head slowly, satisfied with your panicked response. "Can I ask you something?" you question. "Does everyone in this office hate you or is that just Nanami? He looked very... annoyed when you interrupted our conversation." He shrugs his shoulders, his lips curve into a slight smile. "I can never read that guy. He's really uptight if I'm gonna be honest. But he's really fun to annoy, y'know? And everyone in this office loves me. If they don't, they still find me at least remotely attractive. Including you." You were shocked by the sudden remark. Although, he wasn't completely lying. What? Yes he was. He had done so much unforgivable shit to you in the past and this is how you were gonna let him off the hook? Absolutely not. 
"Is that all  you need, sir?" You could see how annoyed Gojo got each time you called him "sir." It felt so uptight and unfun to him, he hated how it sounded. "Yeah, I just wanted to check in." He looked away with you for a second, finding it weird how irritated he got when he saw you talking to Nanami. 
 "Also, stop with the 'sir' calling. It's a party. I'm only your boss at the office." You nod your head, awkwardly. "Okay... Gojo." He smirked, stepping closer to you. "My name sounds nice coming from you." What the fuck. 
"I'm gonna go introduce myself to the others now," you say, stepping back from him. You felt your face turn all shades of red. You moved aside from Gojo, walking away from him and to the nearest person you saw. "Hi," you begin, grabbing her attention. "I'm y/n l/n. It's nice to meet you." She smiles warmly. She was so fucking pretty. "I'm Shoko Ieri. Just call me Shoko, y/n." You both shake hands. "So..." she begins, her tone becoming more quiet as she stepped closer to you with a smile on her face. "You and Satoru," she hints. 
"What?!" Instant panic flooded over you. "Don't worry. I won't tell anyone. I just find it kind of funny to be honest. You don't seem like his type at all," she places a reassuring hand on your shoulder, intending to calm you down. "How'd you know?" She twirls her hair with a finger, "He tells me everything there is to know about him, sadly." If he tells her everything like she says he does, then you had to assume that they were close. She even refers to him by his first name. They were probably best friends. 
"He even told me how you left him alone the next day and how you said you wanted to forget about it. He took it like such a loser," she laughs. "Don't blame you though. Satoru can be quite a bit... much. Also, he told me about his evil plans." You felt comfortable with Shoko. You had just met her and you already felt as if you could be best friends with her. "He already plotted out plans?" you question. "Don't worry. I'll talk him out of it later." Shoko takes a sip out of her drink. Other than Gojo, you seemed to be fond of this place. It wasn't too crazy and so far, the people were nice. 
"So, do you like him or are you just saying the 'forgetting' stuff for the sake of working for him?" she asks, causing you to immediately shake your head. Just the thought of being with Gojo brought chills to you. "Absolutely not. I think I got too wasted that night." Your immediate response brought a smile to her face as she continued to twirl her hair with her finger. 
"Anyways, enough about him. I saw you and Nanami talking earlier." She was good at finding shit out. She could've worked as a detective or a private investigator at this rate. "I've got to admit, y/n. You have some pretty admirable taste in men. Nanami is probably everything and more you could ask for in a man. But he's just so serious. Which is why he isn't my type." 
You noticed that Nanami rarely ever smiled. Or even at all. He always had a stern look on his face, it made him hard to read. "I don't know, he seems really sweet." Shoko nods his head, "He is really sweet. But as sweet as he is, he's really professional. Meaning, there's probably a very, very low chance of him getting romantically involved with anyone in the office." So he was a gentleman and a star employee. The zero office romance gave you second thoughts though. You thought maybe having a strictly professional relationship with him wasn't so bad. To your defense, he does seem like the type to make no exceptions no matter how pretty the woman is to him. 
"But him on the other hand..." Shoko continues that thought. She looks towards a man standing all alone in the corner of the room. He had a ton of face tattoos and a shade of pinkish hair. He didn't look friendly at all but you still felt intrigued by his appearance. "I think you can use him to get a hell kind of reaction from Satoru." And now you were even more intrigued. "Why is that?" you ask, your eyes not leaving him for a second. "Satoru hates his guts but Sukuna is damn good at his job. Probably the best employee Satoru has right now if I'm gonna be honest. That's the only reason Gojo hasn't laid him off yet." 
As much as you were scared of this 'Sukuna' guy just by looking at him, you also noticed how attractive he was. "And how is his tolerance on office romance?" Shoko shoots you a smirk, basically answering your question with that look on her face. "Very high. He'd flirt with almost every girl in this office. Go talk him," she suggests. It gave you a bad feeling for some reason. You hadn't even talked to him and he already gave you chills. You loved it. "Are you sure?" you begin to have second thoughts. 
"Yes! He's not gonna hurt you, y/n. Just give it a try," Shoko encourages. You give a second to think and then come to a conclusion. "Alright, fuck it." You pick up another glass of champagne before walking off to Sukuna. He looks your direction for a split second, rolls his eyes and takes out his phone. Rude. But that's okay. You had hope that you could soften him up. "Hello," you spoke in a cheery tone. "My name's y/n. And you are?" 
"Sukuna." So he was the dry type. That's okay, you could work with that. "Alright!" you said, taking a sip from your drink. You had no idea what to talk about with this guy. He wasn't even paying any mind to you as he scrolled through what seemed to be social media on his phone. You thought about telling him the whole reason you walked up to him in the first place: You thought he was cute and Gojo hated him. The second part making him even more attractive. 
"Can I ask you something a little personal?" He looked away from his phone and raised a bored brow. "What's your relationship like with Gojo? I assume that you two hate each other." He smirks. Then that smirk turns into a chuckle. "Why I hate that dumbass?" he repeats. "There's many reasons. But why do you want to know?" You shrugged. 
"I overheard other people talking about the possibilities and who's side they'd choose if it ever came down to that," you responded, shocked that you came up with such a lie on the spot. "Yeah? And who's side would you choose, hm?" You stay silent, trying to show him that you were thinking for the dramatic effect. "You," you answer calmly. He puts his phone down, feeling more entertained by the second. "Is that so?" You were excited that you were finally making some progress with him. 
"Even if you had just met me? Seems like you're close with that idiot," he mentions. Oh shit. You were hoping that no one noticed the little show put on when he came to "check on you." Shaking your head, you put on your best poker face. "No, he's just been on my ass recently. Y'know, with me being his new personal assistant." He nods  his head, looking you up and down. 
Something about you lit something up within' Sukuna. It could be about his fuming hatred towards Gojo and how he knew that if he got you, Gojo would hate him even more. And he loved the feeling of getting under Gojo's skin. Or, it could be about his weird attraction towards you. When he saw you walk into that idiot's office, he could've sworn he was staring at you for a good ten minutes before realizing what you were doing to him. 
And before you knew it, you had just gotten a new way to get back at Gojo. 
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TO BE CONTINUED . . .
a.n 》 ugh i don't like how y/n is turning out here with the revenge n shi 😒 but they'll both get their character development... hopefully... SUKUNA THO 🙏🙏 literally my bbg 🤭🤭
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cosmiclion · 5 months
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(Late) Dadbastian week: October 31st-Trick or treat
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I could've finished this sooner if I had done something quicker, but I really wanted to put more effort into it and make something more elaborate. We don't really celebrate Halloween in my country (at least not like in other places) so I've never been as enthusiastic about it, but I do enjoy making some spooky season art once in a while, and what better chance than a fandom week dedicated to my favorite duo? This also will probably be my last entry as I have exams soon (I should've started working on my Dadbastian art ages ago but, y'know, adhd 😞). But hey, if I pass these exams I'll have the whole summer free which means more art 👀 I'm just happy that I was able to participate, even with just a few entries, and I still plan to make and post the art I had in mind for the other prompts some day 🙂
Anyway, hope y'all enjoy my third entry for @dadbastianweek2023! I tried to emulate the style of those official illustrations by Yana but with my own personal touch 🎃
Babey wants to be just like his dad 🥺 (Don't worry, he's already forgiven Sebas for half-blinding him when he tried to eat him while in a feral state ✌️).
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gl1tch3doracle · 4 months
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⊹ ࣪ ˖ twilight showers ˖ ࣪⊹
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First oneshot, so ofc I had to do the queen of cool herself, Quanxi. I'm absolutely weak for this woman.
➸ Quanxi + !Fem!Reader
➸ Word count; 2,093 words,
➸ Y'know, probably set sometime during part 2, but I wouldn't know when. No major spoilers aside from the fiends.
➸ No content warnings either. Just some hurt/comfort ♡ (Although I would say it's been a little while since I've written something, so it might be a little wonky 'cause I'm rusty). Constructive criticism is greatly appreciated!
Night befallen - Twinkling lights across a rather solemn concrete jungle, all blurred by the flurry of raindrops pinstriping against a benumbing glass pane. From up in your apartment, it all seemed like a well-put-together maze of harrowing misfortunes that seemed to follow almost every citizen of Kyoto. Somewhere down there was a family ruined by a devil attack, a partner mourning their lost loved one, children crying because their friends had been ripped away without explanation. All events that could happen to you at a moment's notice - The coin could flip and land heads up, and it would be lights out before you might even notice.
That was a thought that occasionally tickled your brain. Every few weeks or so, most likely foretold by a day's event. It could've been a devil attack that jostled your mind - or even just a shitty day at work. It always came at night specifically, though, which was absolutely perfect when you were trying to get to sleep.
It was sad to think about, the way people's lives were cut clean on such short notice, which is why you tried not to do that all too often. That wasn't as easy as it sounded, especially when, unlike the others who had to live with their chosen reality, you were pretty safe and well-off all things considered. It manifested in a welt of guilt swelling in your chest, and that was the reason when night fell like it had fallen all those times before, you still slept on and off, swaddled up in your bed.
No nightmares plagued you and no misfortune befell you, because you were wholly safe - Especially when you were wrapped in the arms of your girlfriend. Someone would have to be an idiot to attempt on your life; Devil, human or fiend, it didn't matter, because Quanxi would cut them down with scary proficiency like she'd done so many times in the past.
That was most nights, anyway. The warm feeling of safety and Quanxi would not lull you to sleep tonight. The bed was empty and cold, blankets strewn over the edge, pillows tossed and tucked under your head and over your arm. It wasn't that rare for Quanxi to be stuck deep in the alleyways working, but it didn't make you feel any less lonely.
Outside, the storm grew heavier. The windows rattled.
Every time the rain stuck your window, every time the wind pulled against the structure of your building, every time a piercing howl or screech cut through the veil, you felt yourself flinch into the comfort of your plush duvet. You were safe, that you knew, but it was an instinct in every human to fear devils or something. At least, it felt instinctual for you, because being scared of creatures and beings that craved your pain sort've felt natural.
Although, among the melody of the stormed city, there was another sound hidden amongst all the others. Beyond the furious tapping of the rain, the whirling of the wind, the honks of traffic and whatever far-away noises plagued the world surrounding you, there was one, tiny, sharp sound that ricocheted in your ears. It would've been so easy to miss it, and yet you couldn't help but zero in on it like a homing beacon.
Like the sound of a bird tapping curiously at the glass, similar to a singular dense raindrop pattering against the frame or the friendly waving of your houseplants' leaves drawn to the beaming sun.
Or, even perhaps, if you stretched the idea far enough, like an arrowhead plinking against rain-pattered glass.
You chuckled. That thought was a bit overly specific, although not for lack of reason. However, if it was the arrowhead, it was better to go check, just to make sure.
The floor was startlingly cold underneath your bare feet, enough to make you wince, but not enough to send you back under your blankets. The window wasn't far, after all, a few paces to your left. You could already see her figure staunchly squatted on the windowsill, her back to the wind with her hair whipped back and forth.
Quanxi was without her swords, clean of blood and grime but drenched from head to toe from the storm.
You yawned and cracked open the window, letting her slink silently, almost peacefully, from the rugged weather outside into the comfort of your twilight bedroom.
"Quanxi?" Her name was soft on your lips. She stilled in front of you, mouth drawn into a thin line, twitched downward at the corners. She was an enigma, one you were slowly unwrapping and figuring out for yourself. A mystery that only let her guard for one person, and that one person was you.
She didn't say anything, only shrugged off her suit jacket and wrapped her cold, muscled arms around you, tugging you into an embrace that smelled strongly of men's cologne - Cedar and cashmere, underlined by a tinge of bloody iron and sharp rain. The way she twitched softly, fingers digging inwards as she tugged you closer, twining them into your hair as she sweetly kissed your forehead. Protective, anxious, almost lost seaming.
Also, as you may've mentioned, she was thoroughly drenched - Carrying a sheen of rain, heavy enough to dampen your clothes and chill your skin as well. Usually, you would've laughed at the action, maybe called her silly as she rolled her eyes playfully, cracking a rare smile. But tonight was not the night, tinged with sadness and longing. It was a sense in her eye, and in the way she held you so close and dear to her heart, literally and metaphorically.
You sighed and kissed whatever part of her you could reach - Cold skin dappled with raindrops. Quanxi sighed softly, melting ever so slightly as the heat from your love and the room thawed her bones.
"Go have a shower," You murmured into her. Quanxi grunted.
"Don't wanna." You rolled your eyes and gently shoved her in the direction of your bathroom. She battered her eyelashes at you, pursed her lips and set you with a look that would've made you shake if it weren't for the emphasised pout she gave you.
"You're freezing. Go have a shower," You pointed accusingly at her, which prompted nothing more than a quirked eyebrow. A part of you was more than glad that Quanxi was home again, but another, more tired part of you didn't want to deal with her stubbornness at one in the morning.
"You are not getting in that bed freezing cold and wet," You didn't wait for her to respond, verbally or otherwise, and instead returned to the lukewarm embrace of your bed and blankets. The almost silent pattering of Quanxi's footsteps out of the bedroom, echoing into the bathroom. The spattering of shower water followed soon after, steam billowing out from the door and spilling into the hallway.
You sniffled and rolled over, burrowing your face into the nearest pillow. Time seemed like an infallible concept as you listened to the sounds of rapid water showering across tiles. The repetitive lapping sound filled your senses, a subtle humidity filled the apartment, scents of soap and petrichor pleasantly swarmed your nose. The minutes slipped through your fingers, metaphorically, sleep weighing on your eyelids. You blinked, and it seemed in a moment Quanxi had re-entered the room with a slicked-back mess of wet silver atop her head and a towel in hand.
She blinked once and held out the towel in a silent question. You yawned and slid out of bed a second time that night, following your girlfriend into the bathroom.
Resting in front of the mirror, Quanxi closed her eye in contentment as you worked the water from her hair, patting it down to get the most of the water out. That itself was no easy feat, so, being as tired as you were, you whipped out the hairdryer. It was a loud, ebbing sound in your ears, but you couldn't give a crap as you watched the stress slowly seep from the muscles in Quanxi's shoulders.
"How often do you brush your hair?" You murmured against the back of her head. The brush in your hand was snagged against another knot. If Quanxi heard your question, she didn't make any motion that she would answer it - Instead, her fingers traced over the lace of her favourite choker. Even as you worked the kinks out of her hair, smoothing her silver locks till they were smooth and dry enough that your pillows wouldn't be wet in the morning, you couldn't help but notice that her attention would never drift from the fabric.
Hair dried, Quanxi insisted she would be fine to just slip into some pyjamas. You pointedly didn't point out the gooseflesh skittering up and down her arms and instead kissed her behind her ear before leaving for the bedroom for what you hoped was the last time.
The bed was cold. You sniffled and sighed, pulling the blankets over your head as you scavenged together the various pillows that had been tossed all over the bed. You only resurfaced once the click of the bedroom door opening resounded throughout the otherwise pin-drop silence, Quanxi silently walked in afterwards.
Her shoulders were bare, the only part that way highlighted by the sliver of moonlight escaping through the tumultuous clouds. She cast a look in your direction, eyepatch now removed. You didn't even flinch at the empty hole in her face, but rather, your eyes were drawn to the lace collar still firmly twined around her neck.
Quanxi seemed off. Her fingers brushed slowly over the lace as she pulled a shirt over her head.
"Do you miss them?" You'd spent enough time just watching her, listening to the sounds Quanxi made and studying the way she worked. You could tell when she was disheartened, sad even, in the most minuscule meaning of the word. Even if it did feel like a stab in the dark, the moment she stilled for more than a second settled your thoughts.
"Sometimes. Yes," Quanxi finished getting dressed, suddenly seeming a lot smaller without her loose ponytail. Silver cascaded over her shoulders and down her back, tangled and shining as she shimmied into bed next to you.
You knew about her fiends. They all were important to Quanxi, held near and dear in her heart, especially in death. You'd never met them, but you had no qualms with Quanxi keeping a few pictures on hand (and in your apartment). Perhaps in another life, you would've lived side by side with them, all a part of Quanxi's little self-made family. Your big bed certainly would've been useful in that case, six warm bodies all snuggled up under the blankets on a night like tonight.
As selfish and greedy as it sounded, there was a little part of you that was happy to have Quanxi all to yourself. Still, you just gave her a small smile, tired, and pulled her into your embrace.
Quanxi didn't cry. You didn't think anything in this world could make Quanxi cry, but she was shaking. Small, violent tremors that you wouldn't have felt if it weren't for the fact she was pressed against the pulse point in your neck. Your arms circled her neck, loosely looped around her warmth as your wrists rested gently against the cloth of her choker - A sensation that made your skin itchy, but, with your girlfriend planted firmly in your embrace, you were not willing to move a muscle. It was a rarity that Quanxi let you hold her so openly, so closely, her face pressed against you in such a manner your legs had to tangle together underneath the sheets.
Her breaths rolled over you in uneven puffs, heat against your skin in a way that pleasantly tingled and instilled a feeling of drowsiness. It was peaceful, in a sense of the word, and you were more than willing to let sleep take you. Nestled up against her, head held carefully in your arms with her warmth a constant ebb and flow against the biting chill outside, you couldn't help but answer the lulling call of sleep.
Quanxi pursed her lips, feeling your breath even out below her ear. It felt comfortable, soothing even. Although she knew she wouldn't sleep tonight (she hardly ever did anymore), spending the time listening to the rain outside, the pulsing of your heart all while she tried to bury the memories of her past deep within her subconscious.
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whumpshaped · 5 months
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What if Helle found Beck after a night of drinking and didn’t know how to act when Beck is overly comfortable with seeing them? Sorry if ooc for Beck
i didnt know whether itd be ooc so i just started writing and let it take me wherever it wanted to lol i hope u enjoy!!!
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tw vampire whumper, intimate whumper, alcohol and drinking and being drunk, dubcon kissy on cheek
He deserved this. He had been living in terror for the past month, and all he wanted was a bit of fun. Spending time with his friends. Normalcy.
Beck downed his third shot way too quickly, eager to forget about the fact that he was a vampire chewtoy now, and it was likely only a matter of time before Helle decided to escalate. This could've been his last free night! So why not make it a stupidly drunk one?
"I've never seen you drink like that," Sofie said with equal parts awe and worry in her voice. "Is this still about that bite scare?"
"I just wanna have fun," he whined. "Can't I? I'm fine."
"I'd never dream of prohibiting that." She still looked nervous, making Beck groan.
"I haven't been out at night for weeks. I just wanna... relax. I just wanna feel normal for a second." He briefly thought about switching his and Noah's shot glasses while he was in the bathroom and drinking his share too, but he wasn't drunk enough yet to trade mouth germs. "Is that such a crime? I won't, like, drink myself into oblivion."
"You're right," she conceded. "I'm not your mother or anything. I'm sure you can look after yourself."
"Thank you. I'll be responsible."
He ended up being less than responsible, buying and consuming at least three more shots. There was no stopping the constant whirling and swirling of the bar anymore, and he barely had the strength to keep his eyes open — but the spinning got so much worse whenever he closed them.
He somehow managed to pay for everything before sliding off the bar stool and heading towards the exit, never considering that it was well past midnight and the crowd outside was thinning. Thoughts of vampires were drowned out by a sudden desire for some pizza, and he decided to try to get to a restaurant he'd been to exactly one time before and gotten lost on the way. He had even been sober, then.
"Oh, goddammit... It should be right here," he muttered, staring at the closed clothing store. "Would it even be open at this hour..?"
"Beck?"
The vampire's voice cut through the drunken haze like a dagger, and he spun around to face them with such momentum that he almost lost his balance entirely. "Helle!" His back hit the locked glass doors of the shop behind him, and he was grateful for the added support. "I'm– I'm looking for the pizza place. You wouldn't happen to know where that is, huh?"
Helle tilted their head at him in curiosity, and he really wished he could've waved a magic wand and sobered up instantly. They had already fed for the night. They were supposed to leave him alone for the rest of it. "Do you drink often?" they asked, completely disregarding his question.
He couldn't help it when he just... laughed. It was an involuntary reaction, a result of his anxiety and the absurdity of the situation. "I don't think that's any of your business!" He flinched back immediately after saying it, cursing himself internally. "Well, I mean, it's not like– y'know, I'm just saying..."
"It is definitely my business. Do you even know how bitter alcohol makes the blood?" They stalked closer, and Beck quickly tried to slip away and continue walking down the street.
"Nope! And you absolutely don't have to put yourself through that!" He almost cursed out loud this time when Helle caught up to him, casual as ever. "Really, I'm just gonna– you know what? I really don't want pizza anymore. I'm gonna– I'm gonna head home. It was great seeing you–"
He did a swift 180, swift enough to stumble and trip over his own feet again, for real this time. Helle was quicker, catching him by the arm before he even realised he was falling. "Humans baffle me sometimes," they murmured. "Your solution to being pursued by a dangerous predator is to make yourself even more vulnerable?"
"No, no, I drank all that alcohol so you'd hate the taste of my blood. I totally knew about the bitterness. This is like– this is advanced, I wouldn't expect you to understand." He pulled on his arm weakly, not even surprised when it did nothing to make Helle release him. "Sorry, I'm just saying anything at this point," he added with a nervous little laugh. "I always do that. I shouldn't be allowed to drink. Hey, how about– what if you let go of me, and then, then I went home, and we just forgot about this?"
"I wish I could." They pulled him even closer, their amused smile greatly undermining their semi-serious tone. "But you are just adorable when you cannot shut up. Not to mention how warm you are right now... flushed... I think you should drink more, actually."
Beck could feel his face getting even warmer at the closeness. A misguided, touch-starved part of him recognised Helle's words as almost flattery, and desperately wanted to just lean into it. The other, rational, sober part of him wanted to run — but it was difficult with his limbs not complying. "You d-don't actually think that," he stammered, still making futile attempts at pushing the vampire away. "I get so annoying."
They must've realised how much he wanted them to deny that, because their smile widened, red eyes gleaming with mischief. "I do think that," they purred. "I always think you are cutest when you tell the truth. When you let that blatant need for praise shine right through."
"I don't– I don't... huh?" He was properly flustered now, so much so that he forgot he was supposed to be struggling. "Stop mocking me," he said without any conviction, so quiet that it could've easily gotten lost in the noise of the street. He knew they heard it, though. A perk of talking to vampires.
God, what was he thinking?
"I would never dream of mocking you. Not when you look so pretty and desperate." His breath hitched when they leaned in, pulling him closer by his shirt to press a kiss to his cheek. "Unless you asked me to, of course. But I thought you were trying to get away," they whispered. "Why are you clinging now?"
Beck had no idea when his fingers had gotten tangled up in the fabric of Helle's sweater, and he pushed them away instantly, thoroughly embarrassed and confused. "I'm g-going home," he exclaimed, waiting for Helle to stop him, or say something that would've made him change his mind, or... something. But they didn't. They just stood there, smiling, letting Beck look like a complete idiot.
"Do you secretly live here?" they teased. "Or would you like to spend some more time with me?"
"Absolutely not. I'm– I'm going. Bye." He turned to leave, getting out of there as fast as he could. He rubbed his cheek absentmindedly with the sleeve of his hoodie the entire way to the bus station, trying to get rid of the feeling of soft lips against his skin.
He really, truly shouldn't have been allowed to drink.
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mikeysbabygirl · 1 year
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Everybody portrays this man as a virgin loser bark bark ouaf ouaf who's just so nice and so shy, and I like it ! Don't get me wrong, he's such a sunshine.
But I'm thinking about this version of him, the dark one we saw after Manjiro's death (💔) and I probably shouldn't but man...
This is NSFW short draft so don't say you weren't warned. Word count : around 1000
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Well for me, at least, this man is a menace.
He was such a sweetheart to you, before everything that happened. He couldn't even believe someone finally agreed dating him, moreover, you, none of his friends believed him when he told them about you two because "she's way outta your league", but it doesn't matter because at the end of the exhausting day at S&S motors, he would come to your place, hold your body closer, and sleep in your bed.
Now it was all water under burned down bridges, now he barely talks to you when you occasionally visit to make sure he's eating at least a decent amount. You don't blame him, after the traumatic events he's been through, you rather alternate between being there for him and giving him enough space.
Lately he's been taking a lot of space... and well you just wanted to know how he was doing, it precisely is what brought you to his place, what got you standing in front of Shinichiro sitting on his couch.
-" Gotta smoke " Wakasa lies, wanting to leave you both alone. He gets up from where he was sitting on the armchair and as he walks by you, his hand reaches to rub your waist in a comforting move. You both miss the blaze flickering on Shinichiro's deep abyssal hues.
-" Careful, he's not... " Wakasa whispers, almost a soft gaze on you as you give him a knowing smile.
Alone in the living room with him now, you dive deep in his dark ocean of eyes. He has never stared at you with such an empty glare, both arms resting behind the sofa, legs parted, weary expressionless face, and you anxiously playing with your fingers in front of him.
-" I just came to check on you" you announce, you finally dare to raise your head only to be met by yet another empty glance. " And to see if you needed anything from me".
-" Do I look like I need anything from you ?"
You swallow it, you've grown used to this dryness anyway.
-" No but..."
-" So ? Why the fuck you here for ? " He insists, his stern tone kind of intimidates you, he can see it, he wishes he could feel the slightest guilt... But along with the destructive thoughts colonizing his mind lately, the last straw and last thing he needed was seeing Wakasa's hand on you. He wanted to hurt you...
-" Shin I just wanted to kno-"
-" You just wanted Waka's cock. And I wasn't in need to see that. "
Well you tried at least not to take it personal, but your nerves are also easy to get at.
-" I'm sorry about everything that happened, okay ?" You finally dare raising your voice, though he doesn't seem the least impressed. " I'm sorry that I did not yet found a way to help you, Shin. I'm sorry I can't seem to be a good of a girlfriend. "
His foggy eyes drink in your shame whilst you get closer to his sitting form, standing right above him.
-" But... You don't get to talk to me this way. "
Nothing, not even the slow lift of his eyebrow could've prepared you...
-" You deserve better than all of this shit, but so do I. And I'm not just gonna sit here and let you disrespect me. I'm out."
It could have been a beautiful, dramatic moment, the rebellion of a woman in all its glory.
Yet Shinichiro's ticking bomb of nerves exploded right there and then, a strong, deadly firm grip is tightening around your fist, and with a gasp from you pulls you straight up into his lap.
You're frozen, because as much as he was so dry toward you lately, he didn't touched an inch of your skin. Deep inside, Shin wanted you to keep the memory of his old gentle touches instead, but oh well, you played first.
And you gulp down, as his hands come to squeeze your hips tightly, adjusting your body his left thigh.
-" Y'know what ?"
You're not sure if it is his face getting closer to yours, his fragrance mixed with the smell of smoke, or just his magnificently cursed aura, dark hair and eyes swallowing you like a black hole. But something about the way he looks at you tells you...
-" I think there's indeed something you can help me with..."
And the way his voice drops, becomes a growling whisper tells you...
-" Oh ? " You nervously scoff, a coping mechanism, probably, never had he been so... Creepy. " And what is it ?"
Shinichiro's hands sliding under your shirt, rubbing your bare skin up and down tells you...
-" Fuck yourself on my thigh".
To run.
-" You ain't fucking serious, are you ?" You raise an eyebrow, and immediately lower your tone in front of his unimpressed expression. " That's so toxic, Shin. We need to talk your issues th-"
The sudden thrust of his knee against your clothed clit, however, leaves to place to talk. Your eyes widen, he tightens his grip around your waist.
-" so we're not running the cute mouth anymore, huh ?" He scoffs, and you think, it's not your boyfriend in front of you. " you said it. You wanted it. "
And suddenly, his thigh won't stop meeting your clit, again, and again, stealing the breath from you and you're forced to hold on his broad shoulders. It is wrong, so wrong... But it has been so long since you've been showered with his touch, the drought left you as thirsty as to drink the poison he was spilling.
-" You wanted to help me. And I'm asking you, ride my thigh like you mean it. Like the fucking gorgeous slut you are. "
It felt like, his degrading words left by the window, while the need of him came by the front door. He saw your walls of seriousness stumbling down, saw your cheeks heating, your eyes beginning to roll back in your head, and he thinks that's crap because he really missed you.
-" yeah, that's it... " He groans in your ear, feeling the way you begin insidiously grinding against his thigh. " Fuck yourself on me, might just wanna take this pussy next"
And along with the twisted thoughts living in his mind right now, a smirk creeps up on his lips, hearing the ecstatic sounds breaking through the barriers of your mouth.
A rather forceful, abrupt thrust of his thigh, coming with a sudden hand pulling your hair back got you releasing a higher-pitched sound between a moan and a gasp, Shinichiro brushes your lips with his, making you face him.
-" and you're gonna make him hear. " You don't quickly understand he talks about Wakasa. Smoking somewhere in the kitchen or whatever. " Make him hear how loud I can make my bitch scream, before I'm pulling them from you by ruining this puss' , yeah ?"
At some point, you're even way too far gone to think about what he is saying. The only thing on your mind being your near orgasm, as his thigh relentlessly abuses your clit. Shinichiro suddenly pulls your face closer, fingers intertwining in your hair seeing the damp spot you're leaving on his pants.
-" That's it... That's what 'm talking about... See how good of a girlfriend you are for me ?"
I know I'm supposed to be revising BUT I COULD NOT STOP THINKING ABOUT THIS HELP. I'm probably just good for horny jail ( only for these manga boys tho)
Also it's not proof head so if you see a weird word just close your eyes on it lol
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notwonderlandsworld · 2 years
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Now that you say you write for Marvel and DC I'm tempted to request a deadpool x Fem!reader smut. And pretty much it's just him acting like a dumb shit during the deed 💀
Idk why but this idea seems so cute to me
(Y/N) has female genatalia
pairing(s): Wade Wilson/Deadpool x Fem!Reader
warning(s): PWP (literally no plot like at all, just interaction), NSFW, 18+ MATURE, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
word count: 933
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(18+ content further ahead)
The sound of a squeaking bed-frame followed by various moans filled the bedroom of your apartment. The TV played in the background unseen.
Hopefully Wade had set the volume loud enough to block the noise from your neighbors.
Hey, it's called being a good neighbor.
Currently the merc with a mouth had his girlfriend in a catapult position, her ankles perched on his shoulders. She reached to rest her hands on his arms as his thrusts grew more forceful.
"Wa…Wade ah…" (Y/N) managed to coax out, biting her lip as she worked to suppress the volume at which she moaned. "Go faster, p-please…"
Your boyfriend paused for a bit, stopping entirely. You growled at him, "What are you doing?!"
The man laughed, pulling up his mask past his lips, "You said go faster, at least let me catch my breathe for a bit babe."
Crossing your arms and glaring at him from underneath, "Really? Deadpool, superhuman mercenary—"
"Don't forget bad ass motherfucker."
You rolled your eyes before scoffing, "...anyways, Deadpool. A superhuman mercenary, and you're telling me he needs to catch his breath?"
"Remember what you said honey pie, superhuman. Human."
"Excuses." (Y/N) laughed as her boyfriend glared through the specs of his mask. Hands on his hips, the merc looked down at you, "You wanna get fucked or not?"
"Only if you tell me a story throughout."
"Which one?" Humming, you placed a finger on your chin, thinking.
"Y'know you never told me about that time where that Wolverine guy got locked up in a room with you. Poor guy."
Wade responded with a sharp thrust you could've felt in your cervix. Biting into your forearm, you muffled the moan that came out. You didn't want to give Wade the satisfactory as he smirked down at you.
Grabbing the cheeks off your ass, your boyfriend lifted you up by the hips and trusted faster. The squeaking of the bed-frame only increasing. You didn't even notice when he snatched you arm away from your mouth.
Too busy focused on the pleasure, you didn't hear what he asked. Whining, you looked up at him, "What?" You panted.
"I…fuck…I said…ah…Still wanna hear that story?" Your boyfriend asked. Shaking your head, you moaned out, "Noooo, ah ah ah just k-keep going…ah!"
Things were starting to feel intimate again as the merc switched positions. Now in lazy dog style, you let out a shaky exhale as you felt your boyfriends hand reach down to stroke tiny circles on your clit.
Moaning in higher octaves, you felt your insides clench as he grazed your sweet spot. Knowing he hit it right there, the man grinned and began thrusting harder.
"Fu-u-u-ck Wade! I-I need to—"
Wade groaned, letting out a laugh as he stopped midway. "Yes, schmookums?" He was about to tease when he felt his girlfriend's vagina clench further, making him stop thrusting completely.
"Hah? Did an innocent nickname turn you on? Out of everything I've done, not even the anal beads could—"
(Y/N) threw an arm over her face, glaring at him, "It wasn't because of that! In case you didn't notice I was getting near but now that you stopped—" sitting up, she crossed her arms with a pout on her face, "Now I'm over it."
"Aw babe! It's okay if 'schmookums' gets you down easy! Everyone's got different kinks, and I for one don't kink shame." The man smiled, pressing a big fat smooch to your cheek.
Groaning, you tried to push his away but his scarred lips stayed smushed against your skin. "No! You ruined the mood now."
"What? How?"
Attempting to hide the blush staining your cheeks you quietly confessed, "...I'm embarrassed…" Wade didn't seem to hear and asked you to repeat. "I said I'm embarrassed! Ok?!"
Slapping both palms onto your face in an attempt to block out Wade and the obvious flush, it only caused the man to pry them away.
Curse him and his strength.
"Aww sugar plum!! There's absolutely no reason at all to feel embarrassed!" He then pulled out, gesturing to himself, "Besides you fuck this!"
Rolling your eyes, you reached over and snatched the merc's mask off. He had it lifted up to his nose so there wasn't really much of the struggle. "Don't use yourself as an example, doofus."
"Why not? I'm the literal definition of what the fuck."
Sighing, you got up on your knees and cupped Wade's face. "You're the literal definition of perfection in my eyes."
Wade groaned, leaning closer to your lips, "I have to call bullshit on that. Besides You're just saying that, (Y/N)."
"So? Still love you." Welp he couldn't argue with that. Whining as you closed the gap between each other, lips meshing into one, a scream caused both of you to pull away.
Looking at the TV, a red-head was pointing towards a human-looking fish creature. It's gils flapped back and forth as it walked closer to the woman.
She screamed louder but remained in the same spot instead of running.
Blinking, your boyfriend looked back at you before letting out a laugh, "What did you put on?? You giggled, shrugging, "Anything that'd be loud enough."
"Well jokes on you, now I'm invested."
The rest of the session included you and Wade cuddled together naked while on the bed. The human-looking fish creature ended up marrying the girl and then running away together.
"Welp…" Wade sighed, kissing your shoulder, "That was a weird yet awfully cliché and niche ending." You yelped as you were thrown under him again.
"So…you up for a round two?"
Request 2 is finally done 😏 if it sucks then I'm sorry 🙂
my excuse: I START MY FIRST JOB TODAY!!
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anthruser · 24 days
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SHAMELESS OPINIONS: S7 (cause Mickey's write off hurt and after s5, I watched again from s1 and forced myself to keep watching + no one around me likes Shameless so I need a place to vent)
overall: i actually loved it, had me pretty hooked all throughout
ok, i kind of like s7 Trevor, he's charming, got this lil sassy banter going off, he's cute and nice y'know. I just *HATE* that they so obviously tried to recreate some dynamics he had with Mickey straight away without letting us warmup to him, how can you deepthroat aspects built from 5 seasons into half of one??? No. Sorry. Him settling so quickly into the Gallagher house as if he's spent a decade there, idk. And the patient scene with Ian? foh man, no. 1x09 was special for a reason, and this would've played differently if Ian actually came to Mick if he was still around. They play out so much better as friends or fw/b ig but that deepthroat can't help me see a relationship between them. Not liking s8 Trevor so far, my god. Also his nonchalant attitude towards Monica threw me off. I get it, he's new and doesn't know much, Ian never mentioned her before apparently, but like "she's a lil crazy i can like her" eek, idk. Like almost downplaying his situation with her.
Caleb can suck my ass along with JW and his hate for bisexuals. My bi ass cannot approve. Cheater McCheater my ass. I can almost walk through Ian's ignorance cause for all he knew, Caleb was just gay, and I feel he said the bisexual thing out of frustration and betrayal towards his actions than actual disdain for the orientation, but yes. He was ignorant in his convo with Lip, and so was him anyway. I guess they just didn't know it is a thing. But thing is, I BET YOU ASSES that Caleb is the type of douche to STILL justify his actions even if JW didn't display his hate towards bisexuality in his writing, he just is *that* douchy. At least he motivated Ian to get his job, I'll give him that.
OH MY GOD THE THROUPLE... AND ITS SLOW BURN. it's hard cause you can understand both sides of the situation and it was just a clear issue of misunderstandings and miscommunication... I just wish they could've handled things better because I was really rooting for them. They fucking worked so well, with their little schedules and organization. I have such a fat crush on Isidora it's actually embarrassing. Anyway... I miss their dynamic. They deserved better.
Lip was a dick to Fiona about the Laundromat, but Fiona also just jumps the gut to these impulsive decisions, and I get that if she does ask for opinions, they probably won't agree with her, and it's not like I can blame lip, I mean look at the Club situation, yeah she made profit, but didn't break even, and that where his worry comes from. But at least, if she still approached him, and did it anyway against his say, he can't rub it in her face that this entails a family meeting and she can't just make those decisions without consultation. Overall, Lip was so arrogant and dickish with her, and for what... he couldn't even bring the money he so desperately wanted her to believe he could.
I love Sue. I just love EMT Ian stuff with all my life, idc what it is, I kick my feet cause he's so happy.
I fucking loved Carl and Mr. Luthers dynamic. Such an epic lil duo tbh.
I loved Frank's storyline here fsr 💀💀 it's so silly and he gets his way like always, but idk, I loved seeing his adventures at the shelter, he still remains a POS that's for sure.
I fucking LOVED seeing Debbie this season, I was a little disappointed last season cause there is so much lost potential on her pregnancy journey last time with where she was staying, but I fucking loved her here and putting her scamming skills to the test. Don't love how she ends up treating Neil in s8 cause... Well, I just feel bad for him, but also, if she really wanted to stay true to her convenience relationship, she probably should've stuck it out more so it lasted more, idk. But enough of that, I loved her setting a goal for herself at the end of the season, and I honestly commend Monica for helping her get Franny out of the house, I understand Derek's family's concern but they were so cunty in how they handled things.
Monica's death hit me like a truck... Idk why, there are so many mixed emotions here, she couldn't dare to tell the kids the real reason she was there, and all she wanted was to be there one last time. My heart goes out to her tbh.
Gallavich. Oh dear God. FERAL, FERAL EVERY TIME. it's like receiving crumbs and eating them up like a vacuum, nothing I can say that hasn't already been said... I just... Wow. Fuck. And to know that, after needing Noel for ratings, that this was gonna be the end for them? No, I could throw up. I couldn't imagine watching shameless as it aired with that knowledge in mind. FUCK ME THOSE TWO EPISODES I ATE THEM UUUP. anyway, I'm normal about Gallavich.
Lord bless Etta... my dear soul. 7x11 was vicious for that, my heart crumbled fr. I can see this was all in Fiona's best interest for Etta and stuff... It was just so sad to see.
Lip and Sierra, I don't really know what people's opinions are about Sierra but I kind of liked her? She was sweet, and had traces of boundaries with Lip even if the fucker attempted to break them every now and then. But she was sweet.
Lips second spiral was even harder than the first one to see. Him crashing at Helene's apartment, and she still doesn't seem to grasp that she essentially groomed him, and he's just so devastated still. Fuck.
That ending montage was truly a piece of cinema I tell you. It was beautiful.
I probably have more to say I don't remember but I really liked s7, not on the priority of a constant rewatch, but it was really good...and truly served as the finale it was meant to be. EXCEPT FOR GALLAVICH, holy fuck that would've pained the whole audience.
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could you do a like Ken x ftm reader where the person playing with reader in the real world is trans and so Barbie-to-ken reader is having a very confusing and hard time and it’s like semi angst semi fluff cause Ken tries to understand and validate reader’s identity even tho ken is also confused cause he’s himbo but he’s a sweetie
((Maybe they try cutting readers hair and try getting readers feet to be flat like the kens ect?))
Of course! I'm super happy i actually get requests ESPECIALLY FOR KEN!1!1!1 TAGHJEEIFN
Tysm!!
Sorry if it isn't as good as you hoped, i was in immense pain while writing this 😭😭
Come On Eileen
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warnings: cursing, slight angst, FLUFF, a teensy bit of transphobia venting
Ken stood at the front area of his newfound barbie friend's dreamhouse. Her house was different than other barbies', he'd come to notice. As he waited patiently outside for y/n barbie to come out, he thought of what to say, just so they could hang out. Y'know, since he considered them girlfriend-boyfriend.
Finally, she came out. She was gorgeous. He could've had hearts in his eyes. He probably did.
"Y/N Barbie, you're like super pretty tonight" he grinned.
Y/N grimaced a little. She appreciated the compliment but it just didn't fit. It felt out of place.
Ken grew nervous. All he thought he lived for was to make Y/N feel great. Did he do something wrong? Did he offend her? Oh dear god.
"Y/N Barbie.. What's up?"
As she led him inside her dreamhouse she explained everything. From how she wished she was like the Kens to how she hated how she looked. He was confused.
"What do you mean you hate being Barbie? You're Barbie! You're gorgeous, perfect, and my girlfriend! What's not to love?"
"Yes, but Ken, it's not because of that. It's something harder to explain.. but it's just a weird feeling. It feels almost necessary"
"But you're my girlfriend"
She sighed.
"I like like you, yes, but I don't want to be your girlfriend, Ken"
"You don't like me anymore?!" He looked petrified and heartbroken.
"No, Ken. Just listen; I still want to be with you, but I don't to be your GIRL-friend"
He frowned, thinking.
"So.. would that make us boyfriend-boyfriend?"
Y/N nodded, smiling a little now at how innocent he was.
"Yes, Ken."
"And I would refer to you as Y/N Ken?"
Y/N nodded again, smiling a little more.
"And... you'd have to have shorter hair"
"What? I- oh, yeah, yes I would"
In the blink of an eye, Ken already had scissors in his hair. Small, bright pink scissors not even made for hair. He flushed and smiled warmly, flattered by Ken's need to please. As the two head to Y/N's bathroom, he sat on the sink as Ken *tried* to work his magic, snipping off lots and lots of hair. It'd been a whopping 15 minutes before Ken pulled away, shouting triumphantly.
Y/N looked in the mirror, euphoria washing over him completely. His hair was perfectly cut short. Somehow. It looked great.
One thing was missing, however. Y/N was not flat chested. Or at least flatter chested. Ken seemed to notice, thinking again.
"should we cut those off?"
Y/N was taken aback completely.
"should we what?"
"cut them off, you know.. with like a knife.. or scissors?" He waved the scissors around with his finger.
"no no- I-" there was a tight fit cropped tank top that looked a lot like a binder. That could work. For now.
"what about that?"
"how would I cut your boobies off with a shirt??" Ken asked, extremely confused. Y/N tried to bite back a smile.
"No, Ken, I mean I could put that on"
"Oh, yeah no I knew that"
He put it on, the shirt compressing the chest just enough to be as flat as Ken. Y/N ran his fingers over his chest, feeling better than before. He looked in the mirror where he was supposed to do makeup, seeing himself in the mirror with short hair and a flat chest. Tears formed in his eyes.
Ken rushed to his side, worried.
"Did I mess your hair up? Does the thingy hurt? Did i say something bad?"
"No Ken.. I'm crying because I'm happy.. I really appreciate what you did tonight"
Ken relaxed, sighing in relief.
"Thank god."
He paused.
"Does that mean I can sleep over?"
Y/N Ken laughed softly, smiling and nodding.
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credits: gif is credited, divider by pixel journal on tumblr, song by nouvelle vague, movie by greta gerwig, ken ryan gosling, idea from anon
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