#and i just fuckin. sat there. i didn't even say anything for a good minute bc i was so astonished but everything like. made sense.

[yoonstudios]

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[shotmrmiller]

y'all know the ghostface mori from dbd?

that's how cbf!simon takes a picture with you during sex on your own phone to send to your ex.

this wasn't supposed to be smut, but it is now. so. oh well.

cbf!simon had met him before, obviously, and didn't even acknowledge his existence the first time— only spoke to you, with his large body shielding you from your then-boyfriend. he was a worthless slip of a boy who walked around unawares with you in his arm, sat with his back toward any entrance and he even let you walk on the edge of the sidewalk.

unacceptable.

the only reason his face hadn't ended up on a milk carton was because when simon questioned your relationship with him, you swore that it had only been dates, and pecks on the cheek.

regardless, when he watched you get ready for a movie date night, simon decided that enough was enough.

he started coming around more, goading your boyfriend while still not addressing him.

"love, you got one of my old shirts around here somewhere?"

"pet, you remember that one lake i took you to and camped overnight? heard it's drying up, that true?"

it's comical if it wasn't just so fucking pathetic how your boyfriend just took it, like some sort of cuck. if it had been simon, he would've ended up on the stretcher in the very first meeting.

and then it clicked.

it should be him, not this meritless imbecile.

so, while he was waiting for you in the living room to take you out for dinner, the very first sentence that your boyfriend hears from simon is, 'ya wanna know why she's not sleepin' with ya? cuz i'm the one fuckin' her every night. sorry, pal.'

simon had been sitting on the couch, legs manspread, and his arms stretched out, lax, on the backrest when he said it.

the very definition of unbothered.

when you come out in your pretty burgundy button up, and tight black pants, simon was very glad that he ran that fool out the door— he doesn't deserve you.

you get a 'this is over' text in minutes, and simon tells you that he wasn't good enough for you anyway. just get comfortable, wear his shirt you love to sleep in, and put on a movie— he'll be back with a couple bottles of wine.

2 and a half bottles of wine later, and you find yourself under him, his tongue entangled with yours as he bullies his fat cock into you for the first time ever.

simon coos into your ear when you hiss at the pain of the stretch, whispering that you can take him because you and him are meant to be.

"it won't hurt the next time we do this, pet."

your mind is warm and fuzzy with the alcohol that courses through your system, and it gives you courage to ask, "promise?"

simon finally bottoms out, and your mind goes blank at the feel of him hitting a spot inside of you that no one's ever reached before.

"i promise. for you, anything. i swear it." he's babbling, but he doesn't care because you're finally his, and if he has any say in the matter, you'll only be his.

your pretty pussy will only ever know him.

he starts to move, long, slow thrusts, and the burning sting starts to melt into a toe-curling pleasure at the edges, and the liquid fire that started in your belly starts to spread through your veins— a scalding ecstasy burning you from the inside out.

you try to wrap your legs around his waist, but he's too wide, built like a tank— so you give up, and plant your feet down, opting to meet his hips with yours. the flared head of his cock rubs so deliciously against this one spot inside of you, and your vision begins to spot as your belly tightens, muscles tensing for what's to come—

when simon pulls out roughly, and a sob escapes your lips. you were so close, god, why is he being so mean to you?

simon lets out a pained grunt as his cock twitches and slaps the side of your thigh with his heavy hand, chuckling.

"i know you were, love, i swear i'm not trying to be mean, i almost just came in this sweet cunt. i'm not done with you just yet. turn around, on your knees."

your reaction is visceral, and you flip over so fast your stomach churns. you lower your head until the carpet is digging into the soft skin of your cheek, and sensually arch your back.

presenting yourself to him, your glistening, swollen pussy begging to be filled.

"'s tha' wha' ya want, love? hm? f'me to stuff ya full of my cock? beg me, then. beg me like the pretty slut you are— to fuck ya the only way i can. only me and no one else."

the words spill from your lips like water does a faucet, slurred with pleasure. "please fuck me, si, fill me with your cum, i promise i'm a slut jus' f'you, only you can fuck me the way i need, i swear i'm yours, only yours."

something in simon snaps when he hears you profess how you're only his. he sinks to the hilt in one smooth stroke, bends his left leg to deepen his angle and fucks.

you don't even try to stop the sounds that come from your mouth, too far gone, cock drunk. every thrust of his hips punches the air from your lungs, and your arousal is renewed with fervor, this time painfully so. it hurts, how bad you want to come, you just need a little more, a little—

"y'wanna come around me? lemme feel you then." simon's hand curls around your waist and his fingers start to draw cruel, tight, precise circles on your neglected clit, and your climax slams into you so hard, you might just start crying from the relief.

"thaaaa's it, pet. cream all over me with tha' tight cunt o'yours."

simon doesn't stop rubbing your bud, nor does he stop thrusting into you, dragging out your pleasure, almost to the point of oversensitivity.

"'m not pullin' out, y'hear? you're mine now. and i'm gonna cum inside what's mine, clear?"

you dumbly nod, bobbing your head up against the rough carpet, and he picks up the pace, his hips slamming into your hips, jarring your spine.

he finally comes in you with a growl, spurting thick ropes of hot seed onto the entrance of your womb.

your body is limp under his, and while still inside of you, he languidly reaches to the side for your phone. he knows the code for it too, and when he unlocks it, smirks at your background photo.

it's a selfie of you and him— you are posing with two fingers by your face, and simon's arms around your shoulders.

he finds the camera icon and opens it.

it's time that idiot knew you were simon's too.

simon leans forward, his front to your back, and pulls your head up by your tangled, sweaty hair with one hand, and holds the phone with the other directly in front of your face.

"say cheese, pet."

the bright flash of the front camera goes off, and then asks you what that dumbass' name was.

he snarls when you say it, but quickly finds it in your contacts and types a quick message.

'delete this fucking number. if i ever see you around here again, i'll kill you.'

then simon presses send. and then he also sends that picture to his own phone. that fucked stupid look on your face is something he needs as his screensaver.

[haunted-headset]

🤍 Did You Just Flinch? 🤍

Summary: You flinched when he yelled at you.

word count: 761

tags: @zuuriell @somebody-v @vibestillaxxx @ax-y10 @joviepog@themonsterunderurmom @ogelizasoot @wilburstan@smolsleepykitten@funnyreally2009@crows-death@dykepunz@aresriiots@0miamor0@defonotval@chipch0p@mazzistar16@unmellowyellowfellow@justalittlebitofchaos@thosecolorfulsheets@vopix@taylors-version-from-the-vault@aine-lasagna@merianakross@veeislost@urfav-sapphic-siren@shazbaz58-blog @wifiatthetrainstation@mcr-pr-fob@shd454@universe-friday@rqvii@idioticion@m0thza@artistphantom @ace-call-me-what-youd-like @lexx-the-gay-rubber-ducky @finleyforevermore @poraphia @radio-to-trenchcoat-demons @mysticalsoot(let me know if u don't or do wanna be tagged!!)

cw: cursing, arguing, use of Y/N, you/yours pronouns used, reader flinches, hurt/comfort, Wilbur being kind of a dickhead, mentions of past abuse, use of a pet name at the end

a/n: hey guys! Quick little story: I watched a video that was basically Wilbur getting mad for like 3 or so minutes, & the first clip was Wilbur pretending to be angry at someone who was interviewing him, & Wilbur yells very loudly & I flinched & I thought "that's a banger idea for a fic, good job, me!" so yeah!! :) here's the video if you wanna see

You & Wilbur both had terrible days. You didn't get a wink of sleep because of work & stress, & the entire week, you two were snippy with each other. You didn't blame him for any of it; he was stressed, & he was tired. Today, however, you were a little angry with him for it. You two had been extra snippy last night & had an argument, & that led to Wilbur choosing to sleep on the couch, & he didn't give you your good morning kisses & hugs when he left for the studio. He just said muttering a goodbye. Not once, in all of the years of dating you, did he ever not kiss you before he left. Even if you were screaming at him the night before or you were both pissed off at each other, he'd still do it.

When you finally got home from work, you found Wilbur sitting at his desk in the office, a mug of coffee next to his laptop. He was tapping his foot repetitively & he looked tired. His hair was tousled & his eyelids were drooping. You walked over to grab the coffee mug & he grabbed your wrist, not hard enough to hurt you.

"I'm still drinking that," he sighed.

"Hello to you too," you replied. He sighed again. "I'm just refilling your coffee for you."

"I didn't ask you to do that," he snapped. "I can do it myself."

"What is your issue today?" you said, somewhat annoyed.

"What's my issue?!" he said, raising his voice slightly. "What's your issue?! You've been such an ass to me this week! You're not making the stress any fuckin' easier!"

"Neither are you!" you said, your voice also raising. "You're being an ass, too! A massive one!"

"Oh, j--FUCK OFF!" he said, now yelling. "Fuck off! You think--you just sat there thinkin' you're tough shit, didn't you, fuckin' wanker?"

You froze. He's never yelled at you like that before.

"I-I can leave & let you be if you want--" you started in a small voice.

"Oh, so you're just fuckin' dumping me now?!" he shouted. "Is that what you're doing?! You're trying to break up with me?! What a fuckin' load of bollocks!"

"No no no no!" you said, still using that soft voice. "I-I was just going into another--"

"What, are you gonna try & cheat on me?!" he yelled, somehow getting louder. "Is that what this is, you fuckin' wanker?"

"Not at all!" you said quietly. "Not at all! I wouldn't dream of--"

"SPEAK UP!" he nearly shrieked as he raised his hand. "JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!"

You flinched & covered your head as you shook & were on the verge of tears. He was most likely going to hit you. That's what the last few did.

Wilbur froze. He lowered his hand & looked at you with shock. Tears began to fill his eyes.

"Did you just flinch?" he said, almost a whisper. "Love, I--I wasn't going to hurt you. I would never."

You didn't say anything. You just sobbed.

"Oh my God, darling," he whispered, his voice cracking. He moved your hands away from your face & wrapped his arms around your waist as he took in the sight of your trembling lips & tearful eyes.

"I'm not like him, love," he whispered, tears rolling down his cheeks. "I would never even dream of hurting you, okay? I'm so sorry I scared you. I shouldn't have yelled."

& you broke down in his arms as he buried your head in his chest & let out a few small cries of his own. You both mumbled apologies to each other constantly as you hugged each other like your lives depended on it. Suddenly, he picked you up bridal style & placed you on the bed.

"Wait right here, okay?" he said, brushing the hair away from your face. "I'm going to run the store."

He came back a few moments later with a full grocery bag. When you opened the bag, you saw your favorite snacks, drinks, candy, a plushie, & a pair of slippers.

"Wil, this is too much--" you started. He cut you off with a gentle kiss.

"Nothing is too much for my sunflower," he smiled. "Now, what movie do you want to watch?"

For the rest of the night, you two watched your favorite movies & TV shows, & when it was time to go to bed, you two cuddled & talked & giggled with each other until you fell asleep in his arms.

[samantha-rae-velcher]

The club

Reggie Kray x Fem reader

Requested by: anon

Warnings: Angst, swearing, smut, fluff, use of a weapon, threats of death, Reggie because Why tf not.

A/n: 18+ NSFW if you don't like the warnings please don't read!

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Y/n sat there on her couch thinking about the last few months, Reggie and her had gotten married 6 and a half months ago and here she is feel lost and unappreciated. He barely comes home, and when he does he goes straight to bed. Sometimes he doesn't even say "I love you."

Y/n was done with being ignored. She was done with Ronnie talking down to her like she was nothing, this had to stop and it had to stop now. She grabbed her coat, making sure she had her two daggers. Y/n marched out of the apartment, down the street, and halfway across town to the club. It was empty all except for, Reg, Ron, Teddy, and a few other men she didn't recognize.

"Reg." Y/n said from across the room.

"Be with you in a minute, love."

"Reggie, please. We need to talk."

"Yeah, well I'm in a meeting." The tone in his voice was some what aggressive, she couldn't tell if it was directed at her or not.

Y/n didn't care at this point, she trudged up to them. Pushing past the hurd of men, surprising Reg with her boldness.

"Nah, right now. You've been ignoring me for weeks, if not months. You stay out late doing god knows what, your brother always looks at me like he wants me to die. Strange men show up at the house, I'm constantly being watched by the police, and when you do finally speak to me it's "I'm in a meeting."

"Jesus, Reg. You gonna let her talk to you like that?" One of the men asked. "I think you should take her home and put this sluts mouth to good use."

Before Reg could do or say anything, Y/n grabbed the man by the back of the neck, and bashed his head off the bar. He stumbled back and went to take out his gun, but she kicked him in his stomach causing him to collide with a bar stool and fall on his ass.

She pulled him up by this tie, holding her dagger to his neck.

"What did you just call me?" She growled.

The man grit his teeth when Y/n pressed the blade harder against his neck, drawing blood.

"You dumb American bitch."

Reg watched as Y/n pressed her dagger into the man's side, his cries filled the club and probably reached the ears of nearby cops. The man laid on the floor whimpering as he attempted to stand.

"You ever call me that again and I'll kill you in the most painful way possible, are we clear?"

This new side of Y/n had the front of Reggie's pants tighten, his heart raced as he watched Y/n's eyes fallow the man while he ran out of the club.

"That's the kind of people you spend your time with?" She asked. "Him over me?"

"Y/n I-."

"You what? You promise to be better? You promise that things will change? You promise you promise you promise? Well guess what! I promise you this Reginald Kray, I promise you that when you get home, I won't be there."

She slid her wedding ring off her finger and set it down on the bar, swiftly leaving the club.

Reg picked up the ring, he felt like he had been stabbed in the heart. He loves Y/n with everything he is, he never wanted to hurt her.

"Well, sometime it just ain't ment to be." Ron's voice came from behind him.

"Shut the fuck up Ron."

Reg turned, putting the ring in his pocket. He bolted out of the club, looking up and down the street for any sign of Y/n.

When he entered their apartment, she was in their bedroom packing a suitcase. He entered and closed it as she turned back to the dresser.

"You're not going anywhere, luv." He whispered.

Y/n snatched a blouse out of a drawer, walked back over to her case, pushed his hand away and set it inside. Reg watched as she locked it and left the room, she set it by the door and went to grab her gun off the table next to the couch, but he swiped it up first.

"I said you're not going anywhere."

"Try and fuckin stop me, Reg."

With that, he dropped the gun onto the couch, made his way over to her and took her arm in his grasp. Reg pulled Y/n back to the bedroom and pushed her onto the bed, she sat back as he removed his shirt and tie. Reginald pulled her over, crashing his lips to hers. Y/n tried to pull away but his hand came up to the back of her neck, keeping her in place.

"You're not leaving me, Y/n." He growled. "I won't let you."

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"Do you think he's gonna hurt her?" Teddy asked, checking his watch for the 8th time since Reg left.

Ron looked over at him and shook his head.

"My brother? No. He loves that girl too much."

Ted checked his watch again and began tapping his foot.

"Now I know you care about the girl, just stop tapping your fuckin foot." Ron said, pointing his cigar at him.

___

"So fuckin beautiful." Reg moaned as he rutted into Y/n, holding her arms down against bed.

"R-Reg please...I'm gonna cum."

He smirked and slowly brought his fingers down against her clit, rubbing tight circles, making her legs tremble and her head fall back against the pillows.

"I-ahh..." She cried out.

"Good girl, that's it cum for me."

Reg picked up his pace, his thrusts angled perfectly so he hit her G-spot each time. His hand wrapped around her neck and gently squeezed, making Y/n close her eyes.

"You like that, huh?" He asked. "You like it when your gangster uses you?"

Reg pressed his head into the pillow, with one last thrust he coated her walls. He rolled over and pulled Y/n into his side, both out of breath, they snuggled together enjoying each others warmth.

"I don't know if I can get Ron to apologize, but I most certainly try." He whispered.

"Ron is Ron, if he hates my guts...let him. He can be a stuck up crazy man all he wants."

"He cares for you."

"Bullshit."

THE END ❤️

I hope you enjoyed

Reblogs are welcome 🤗

[skxllz]

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male! reader introduces ian and mickey to the gayness goodness of iced coffee.

a jug of the cold beverage pulled from the fridge and sat on the counter, along with whipping cream, flavored creamer, sugar and chipped ice. you make quick work at blending each beverage — and then top it all off with a spin-top of whipped cream at the surface.

plunking a straw into the cups, before picking each glass up with little difficulty and shuffling to the living room of your apartment where the two males are spotted wrestling on the couch.

ian has mickey in a head lock, a smug look upon his handsome face, “ y’gonna apologize or what? ”

“ no! ” mickey huffed, trying to push the ginger's arms away — but to no avail. “ fuck off, gallagher! get off’a me! ”

you stand there for a minute and admire the little innocent, happy moment the two share. it isn't often mickey or ian catch a break, with the way the two's lives have always been — mickey either winding up in the can again, have something goin’ on with his family or even some shitty occurrence going on in ian's life like every other day. the two deserved to smile and laugh with one another... and you, who dropped into their lives just a year ago, wanted to make sure it happened.

so far, these past couple’a weeks, you've been doing a pretty good job at it.

“ hey, idiots- ” your presence gracing the living room caused both males to look up; ian being distracted, so mickey finally frees himself from his hold. the brunette shoots him a glare, but ian pays no mind to it - instead, wonders what exactly is in your arms.

“ what's that? ” ian nods at the drinks you're holding, watching as you cross the room to set them on the coffee table.

you hummed, “ iced coffee, ” before plopping down a good distance away from the two.

mickey's brow furrowed a good bit as he took note of that, but you didn't say anything. “ the fuck is iced coffee? ” he questions, looking between you and ian with his famous ‘ what the actual fuck ’ expression.

ian rolls his eyes. “ it's obviously coffee with ice in it. ”

“ and whipping cream, ” you add, smiling proudly. ian chuckles at that, seeming to find your beam of proudness cute. “ plus- the coffee itself is store bought in a jug. I didn't make it. ”

mickey's busy eyeing the drink, looking as if he was expecting it to jump out at him. then, he switches his eyes onto ian; giving him a small nudge. “ you try that shit first. I'm not dyin’.

“ why the hell would you die? ”

“ what if he's tryin’ ta’ fuckin’ poison us, huh? ”

ian gave mickey a deadpanned stare, absolutely done with his shit. although you didn't know whether he was joking or not, you still tried not to laugh — milkovich sure could be an ass sometimes.

ian sighs, turning to wrap his fingers around the cup. “ he's not going to poison us, mick. ” but, even though ian said that with confidence, he still sniffed the iced coffee once he brought it upwards.

as if he could smell anything, though.

.. but then again, he was an emt before. for all you knew —if you were going to poison them— there could be some type of technique behind it to sniff out drugs. like a damn blood hound or something.

oh well, not like there was drugs in there anyway.

slowly, after bringing the rim of the glass to his lips, ian took a sip. his brows pinched together and he hummed, smacking his lips together as he swallowed; pulling the cup back from his mouth. “ it's... ”

“ it's what? ” mickey looked ready to slap ian for being so vague with his dramatic pause. “ fucking what? spit it the fuck out. ”

“ good, ” the ginger grinned, taking another drink. that left mickey to look at him bug-eyed — before his gaze was turned to you.

then the drink.

... and he was snatching the cup up, taking his own sip out of curiosity.

“ the hell? ” mickey mumbled into the surface of the liquid, causing bubbles to arise; his brows were knitted again. whipped cream was sticking to his upper lip, making both you and ian grin.

“ you like it? ” you question, eager to hear his answer. you could never know with mickey — he often had the same reaction with everything.

something negative? swearing. something positive? swearing. only difference was, is that he sometimes changed his tone.

but right now, he just sounded uncertain.

to you, at least. ian could decipher that mickey enjoyed it, because he was laughing quietly under his breath and smiling. “ oh, he likes it. he's just surprised ‘s all. ”

“ hell yeah I'm surprised! ” mickey announced rather aggressively, his eyebrows now risen. “ this shit tastes like queer rainbows and- and fucking fairy sprinkles! and I actually like it! the fuck is that about?! ”

you had to press your fist to your mouth to keep from laughing. “ I'm, uh- I'm glad you like it. ”

it wasn't long before mickey chugged his entire iced coffee down. he ended up slamming his glass onto the table —a whipped cream ring around his mouth and on his chin— with widened eyes, and pupils blown out with amazement. “ get me s’more of this shit. ”

“ yes sir- ”

“ don't call me sir, that shit turns me on. ”

“ ... yes, uh- yes sir. ”

“ ian, grab his ass. I'm done playin’ games. ”

[mechanicalpiper]

helluo....would u write a henchman who Really likes cats and villain who has cat based power (which technically means they also have the habits of a cat (i.e loaf, etc etc.)) . wirh the ears n tails n stuff

HENCHMAN X VILLAIN? SAY NO MORE!

Love this prompt, was a really fun write :3

Got fuckin sappy with this one (I mean tbf I have for most of them but you know)

Snippet #6

Henchman peeked up from their work again for maybe the thousandth time so far- they couldn't keep themself focused on the paperwork on their desk with that view constantly at the side of the room!

Villain was laying prone across one of the couches in the room. They were usually meant for people waiting on Henchman for meetings and whatnot but about an hour ago Villain just sat down and got comfy, idly batting around a small pet toy in front of them.

Henchman couldn't take their eyes off- they'd barely completed half a page of the stack in front of them since Villain settled there.

They just looked so goddamn cute!! Their fluffy little cat ears flicking around playfully, their genuine enjoyment of and intent focus on the toy in front of them despite their typical seriousness, their generally adorable face looking so content right now-

"Do you need something, Henchman?"

They snapped out of their daydream at Villain's firm voice calling them out for losing focus, still just as stern and precise as ever despite their adorably tonally unfitting current activity.

"N-Not at all, Villain!" Henchman hastily lied, directing their attention back at their paperwork.

"Then don't lose focus."

Henchman looked down at their paper, trying their hardest to keep their attention on it... but god, they couldn't take their mind off Villain. They so badly wanted to just... pet them, feel that soft fur, hear lil sounds of contentment from them...

After about a minute of failing to keep their mind on anything but their adorable feline boss, they sighed and looked back up.

They weren't sure if asking this was a good idea, but they figured it was either this or disobey Villain by continuing to get nothing done, and they'd rather do absolutely anything than disobey Villain.

"V-Villain?"

They looked up from the toy again to see Henchman... blushing. They weren't sure why, but it was honestly kind of adorable to see. "Yes?"

"I'm, uh... well- uh, I'm getting a little too... d-distracted to focus? Can I take a small break-?"

They hastily whispered something after 'break' that Villain couldn't quite make out. They cocked their head to the side in a way that made Henchman melt just a little more.

"What was that last part, Henchman?"

"O-OH, uh, well, it- uh, well, y'know, it's like- well, I mean-"

"Shh." Villain interrupted, causing Henchman to stop instantly. "Take your time."

It flustered Henchman even more, but they kept it together enough to take a few deep breaths and gather their thoughts.

"Okay... I also- well, I didn't mean to, but-"

"Focus."

"U-Understood. I... asked if I could maybe... pet you a little, too...?"

Henchman was both blushing like mad and was nervous as all hell. It was such a stupid thing to ask, especially to someone this powerful, notorious, and rather amoral. They braced for the reacti-

"Eh, sure. I've got nothing better to do."

Henchman blinked a few times in surprise, processing that they were actually just granted permission before being completely overtaken by excitement.

"REALLY?" They squealed embarrassingly loud, still trying to be careful just in case.

"Ow- Quiet! But... yes." They grumbled back.

"Q-Quiet! Got it!!" Henchman stuttered out, quickly and eagerly going around their desk to the couch. They kneeled next to the couch to be directly next to Villain's head laying on it instead of awkwardly sitting next to their sprawled form.

They took another quick deep breath when they got there to steady themself- they didn't want to be TOO overzealous and make Villain regret their decision. Keeping themself calm for Villain's sake, they gently reached a hand out to brush it across Villain's head... and they let out a gasp, almost melting on the spot.

It was so, so much better than they could've imagined.

It was soft. Not just Villain's precious cat ears, but their beautiful hair entirely! Villain's ears even twitched and they let out a small, adorable sigh on contact!

What got to Henchman the most, though was the temperature.

It was so... warm. Villain was so warm.

Henchman couldn't remember the last time they felt anything like it.

They reached their hand slightly forward to scratch behind Villain's ears. The little sigh that escaped, the visible release of tension as Villain felt the scratch... Henchman had never seen anything so precious in their life, they couldn't get enough of it!

They moved their other hand up as well to pet Villain with both, who let out a typical catlike drawn-out, squeaky yawn in response that almost brought Henchman to tears.

Still maintaining contact, they slowly went from kneeling by the couch to sitting on top of it just next to Villain... who pulled themself forward to rest their head on Henchman's lap.

So much built up serotonin flooded through Henchman, they felt like they could've died on the spot, but they were more than content with that happening by now. The feeling of Villain on their lap, accepting their affection like this... the immense, wonderful sensation of warmth wasn't just physically. They felt so, so comfortable. Safe. Content.

Minutes passed as Henchman cherished every passing second they got to spend like this. They didn't realize how much they'd been wanting... any kind of comforting touch at all, let alone from Villain.

Villain didn't expect to like it... but here they were, relaxed in Henchman's lap, feeling their touch, hearing their precious, flustered, loving, grateful little noises and reactions... they could get used to this. It felt amazing to make Henchman so happy.

As minutes passed, Villain slowly began to doze off. From another small yawn to precious little mumbles to the tiny, slow breaths of sleep, it was impossibly easy to drift off in an environment this comfortable.

It didn't take long for Henchman to follow.

The most peaceful, restful night of either of their lives followed... and even better ones were soon to follow.

Neither had felt so safe before.

[brnesblogposts]

Listen, please.

Pairing Matty Healy x Reader

words: 1k

warnings angst lol

a/n i decided to switch it up because “you” was starting to piss me off so i switched to third person for this one

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He shut the front door behind him as quietly as he could, locking it, just getting home from the studio. It was two in the morning. The third time this week that he'd got home at a ridiculous hour, he had barely seen her the last couple of weeks.

Y/n lay in bed facing the wall so when he came in he wouldn't know she'd been crying, she felt ridiculous crying over barely seeing him, but it really was getting to her. She felt neglected and like a second choice, she knows how important the music is to him and the guys but she just wished he'd pay more attention to her.

Matty snuck into their room and used the light of his phone to navigate his way to the bathroom, so as not to disturb her. She listened to him as he turned the tap on to brush his teeth and heard him drop his clothes into the laundry basket. He came out of the bathroom and slid into bed, pressing a kiss to her shoulder where he could've sworn he felt her pull away from him, probably a coincidence he thought. She hid under the covers more as he started adjusting himself and getting comfortable, she wished she didn't have to share a bed with him because lately, he felt like a stranger.

She continued staring at the wall as her mind raced, thoughts running through her head at one hundred miles an hour. The overthinking caught up to her again and a few tears escaped her eyes, running down her cheeks. At the same time, completely unaware of what was happening next to him, Matty stared up at the ceiling. He knew he hadn't been paying enough attention to her but this record was so close to being done, he tended to fixate on his music because when it came to his art he was a perfectionist.

As he stared up at the ceiling he absentmindedly reached out to try to touch her, he wanted to feel connected to her. When she pulled away from his contact he felt his stomach drop. It was then he tuned into the sniffles escaping her lips, he reached over to his bedside lamp and turned it on, turning back to her "Baby?" He went to stroke her hair but she curled up into herself even more. He hated seeing her like this, he should have been here this week for he would've known what was bothering her, "Darlin'? What's wrong?" Still, he received no response. He wasn't going to push you but if he knew what was wrong then he could try to fix it.

A few minutes passed and he just sat there watching her, wondering if she'd say anything. He was about to give up and wait until the morning when "You don't love me anymore." She spoke in the most delicate voice "What?!" He all but yelled and then she sat up, "You don't love me anymore." She repeated. He snapped "Don't you ever fuckin' say that again" Why was he angry? She couldn't figure it out, "It's okay," Her voice was soft-spoken. He couldn't believe what he was hearing, "What are you on about? Where the fuck did you get that impression?!" He was trying to keep his voice calm but the accusation was pissing him off, he was more mad at himself than anything, how could he ever let her think such a thing, he felt like he failed as a boyfriend.

Tears started falling down her cheeks and wetting the bedsheets where she sat cross-legged "You-you're never home," she sputtered "Obviously you'd rather be at the studio than with me anymore, I'm sorry I wasn't good enough, I really did try" She choked. He looked at her, eyes wide. He watched as she broke down in front of him. His girl was crying because of him. She continued crying as he watched in disbelief, trying to find the words "I am so fucking sorry." He spoke with sincerity, analysing her face, once again trying to reach out to her but being rejected. He felt like shit.

"Y/n, please.." Matty went for her hand and kept talking "Please, listen to me, don't pull away," She let him take her hand in his and he ran his thumb over the back of it as he spoke "Baby... I love you. Do you hear me? I love you and nothing has changed or will change." Her tears increased his words and he squeezed her hand,

"I can not express how sorry I am for making you feel anything less than enough. You are more than enough, I don't deserve you, to be honest. You have stood by me through everything, all my shit, you've been there and let me speak to you in the most horrible manner when I was at my lowest. I'm so sorry I've been absent this week, I got caught up in the studio, but from now on that won't happen. I'll be here with you more, I'll make sure to tell you how much I love and appreciate you every day, please let me fix this because I can't lose you, my darling." He poured his heart out, kissing her hand when he finished.

They sat in silence as she processed his words, his thumb never halting in its comforting caress on her hand. He stared at her as he watched the tears come to a halt, holding his breath.

"I know your music is important to you," She breathed deeply "You're the most incredible, talented man I know. I guess it just sometimes feels like I get in your way?" He raised his brow at this "I feel like I hold you back, if we weren't together you'd have more time to work on your music." She confessed and he turned her chin to look him in the eyes as he said "You are my music, you're my muse in everything that I do," He squeezed her hand again "You are integrated into my lyrics, the guys get sick of me sometimes, but you're my whole world. He finished his ramble and a glimpse of a smile appeared on her face "God you're an idiot sometimes, Healy," Rolling her eyes "Maybe, but I'm your idiot," He grinned like a dork, she loved that grin.

"I love you, Matthew Healy" She smiled at him,

"I love you, my darling love, Y/n" He smiled as his lips met yours.

———-

thank you for reading! reblogs are appreciated! i feel like while writing this i thought it was my best work and then i got to the end and i hate it, this happens with everything i do though.. :D

[alastrrz]

haiii i was wondering if u could do yumi with bipolar reader. im bipolar and saw u r too 🐞🐞

of course. here you go ml <3

｡ﾟﾟ･｡･ﾟﾟ｡ ﾟ。 six months ; blake

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genre; hurt/comfort

type; imagine

tw + a/n // crying, reader has bipolar 2, medication mentions. this is all solely based on what i have gone through since my diagnosis of bipolar 2. i hope this can help comfort some of you.

read below.

Six long, tiresome months of taking those three stupid, little white pills every night at 9pm sharp. Not to calm your nerves. They were for your bipolar disorder, y'know, your lovely personality disorder. The thing you've lived with for years, but only just recently got a name for.

The day you were diagnosed was the day the puzzle pieces finally snapped into place. You finally knew the reason you'd get these bursts of happiness for a day or so, and then quickly spiral back into your depression hole for another two weeks. Bipolar II causes manic depression, manic episodes, or depressive episodes. You've experienced all three of them. None of them were fun.

Sure, when you were manic, you seemed fun. You were easily excitable, ready to do impulsive things, ready to conquer the world, it seemed. It was your brain searching for any strand of happiness. Searching for anything, searching for any kind of adrenaline. You were not happy, you were not ready to take over the world. You were struggling.

Your boyfriend could notice when you were having a manic episode.

"You okay?"

"Nope!" You'd say, in the happiest voice you could muster.

You got up, shaking your hands, stomping around his bedroom and pacing in circles.

Hey, it's okay. Calm down," He spoke in a more stern voice, trying to get your attention. You stared at him, "Calm down? Calm down?! No! I can't!"

Shortly after that, you'd break down in his arms. You didn't know what was wrong with you. You couldn't keep doing this.

That was the night that he suggested maybe looking into seeing a psychiatrist who could prescribe you some medicine to help with your issues. Once you were in a better state of mind, you warmed up to the idea.

That was six months ago. This is now. These medicines have made you numb. Anyone who spoke to you felt like they were speaking to a stack of bricks. Barely any vocal responses, only nods of the head and occasional "mhm"s.

These days, you mostly stayed in bed, aside the days you had to go to work. The days you had to go to work, your boyfriend drove you. The car rides were quiet aside from the music. Some days you'd be nonverbal before work. You couldn't form words. Couldn't find the strength to talk. Couldn't open your mouth. Sometimes the reason was all three. Blake understood that.

One day though, he tried to start a conversation in the car. "Babe?"

"Mmm?"

"Well uh, first, are you verbal?"

You sighed, "Kinda."

"Okay. Is the medicine even helping you? You seem kinda like a.. a fuckin' husk."

"Don't know. All I know is that I can handle a job now."

Blake sighed. "You really don't even need this job.. I make enough for us both, really, if you need anything you can just ask," You stopped him. You hated the thought of him supplying for you. "No, Blake. I'm not making you buy everything for me. That makes me feel all pitiful and useless."

You pulled up to your shitty retail job.

"I get off at 5," You grabbed your bag, "Love you." He nodded, sighing. "Love you too."

You put on your fake smile for every customer that walked through the front doors, checking them all out with a smile. The words "Have a good day!" were ingrained in your head by five in the afternoon.

You had to stay a few minutes late because of a small rush you had, but it wasn't anything too bad. You clocked out, saying bye to your manager, then walking out the front doors. You spotted your boyfriend's Honda, walking over to it and sitting in the passenger side.

"Hey," He spoke softly, "How was your day?"

You shrugged, "Another day."

He sat up a little, this was progress. You normally just groan in response, he was actually getting an answer.

"... Are you hungry? We could go get dinner or somethin'." He suggested. You tilted your head, thinking. You didn't pack a lunch today, but you really weren't hungry, and you didn't get paid til next week. "No, I'm okay. I brought a kinda big lunch." He smiled, you never bring lunch. "Oh! Okay. That's good then."

That's another thing. One of the medicines demolishes your appetite. You're never hungry, even if your body tells you that you are. You haven't eaten a proper meal in days.

You two make it back home. You go to Blake's room, setting your bag down, and lying in his bed. Blake goes up to Tanner, "Dude, they packed lunch today. That's huge for them, they never eat anymore." Tanner laughed, "What the hell are you on about? They didn't pack shit. They were down here all morning before they had to leave," He paused, taking a bite of his burger. "Never packed shit."

His face dropped. So you hadn't eaten, and you lied. "Oh. Uh, never mind. Ignore my dumbass." Blake went up to his room, seeing you on his bed, scrolling through your phone. "Hey.. What'd you pack for lunch? I'm curious." He asked you, picking your brain.

You panicked for a second. "Oh, uh.. I fixed two sandwiches before I got you to bring me." Blake nodded, "Uh huh," He sat down in his desk chair, "That's kinda funny you say that, 'cause we're out of sandwich meat, and Tanner also said you didn't pack anything this morning."

It was days like those where you felt like your boyfriend would leave you, but he never did. He stuck by your side, always. Even if you told white lies, even if you didn't eat, even if you're on medication, even if you cried in his arms, and even if you god damn hated yourself.

You were lying in his arms, crying into his chest. "Hey, breathe.. Breathe.." He softly spoke, cradling your head in his hands. He stroked your hair, pressing a kiss to your cheek. "I'm always gonna help you out, and I'm always fucking here for you. Always."

[guzmapkmn-archive]

bring me back to life

ও word count: 1,953

ও relationship(s): pre cirrus/guzma

ও warnings: brief implied self harm and violence, blood

ও summary: cirrus takes care of guzma after the disaster that is the iki town festival tournament.

ও notes: fun fact I started this last september. everyone is so proud of me and my ability to finish writing fics in a timely manner <3

ok to rb!!

Tonight was the festival - the "Full Force Festival'' as people called it. A stupid name, in Cirrus's opinion, but to be honest, it didn't care enough about it to poke fun. 

After the news of the beachfront grunts' defeat, Guzma was in a worse mood than usual. He had gripped the armrests of his chair so hard his knuckles turned white, and Cirrus worried the stuffing would pop out. "Hey." It patted Guzma's arm in an attempt to be reassuring. "Don't worry, Guz. The Slowpoke tail stall is getting set up now. There's no way that kid'll get away."

That seemed to be the wrong thing to say, as Guzma slammed his fist into the chair, mouth twisted in seething anger. "A fuckin' kid, C," he groaned. "Wasn't even me that got beat and I feel like I can't show my face. Who the fuck does he think he is?"

"Well, he won't be anything once he gets beat."

This seemed to placate Guzma, as he sat back with his chin in his hand. "Yeah. You're right. He won't be, not after I'm done with him," he said thoughtfully.

The plan was all set up, with A, as he dubbed himself, taking part in the competition for something-or-other, and a group of other grunts manning a popup food stall just in case. But… the beachfront grunts were strong, and according to them, the kid had beat them like it was nothing. Cirrus was reluctant to voice its concerns out loud, but for everyone's sake, it wanted to be 200% sure of their success.

"Why don't I head down there, just to keep an eye on things? Not that I think there will be any problems," (it did), "but, ya know. Just in case. Couldn't hurt," Cirrus suggested.

"No," Guzma said after a beat of silence, hopping to his feet. "You stay here. I'm goin' to crush that kid. Won't even take a minute. I'll be back before ya know it."

"Oh," Cirrus said. It was honestly surprised that Guzma hadn't ordered it or Plumeria to go help out earlier. Leaving something this important in the hands of a bunch of grunts wasn't always the best idea, but Guzma rarely got so directly involved. This must have been bothering him more than he let on, to decide to go to the festival himself. "Uh, okay. Are you sure? It'd be no trouble for me-"

"You can't always count on other people to do your dirty work for ya. I need to destroy him myself. Make sure it's done right." 

He left before Cirrus could say anything further, leaving it alone in his room.

"Ugh. Typical," it grumbled, flopping down in Guzma's chair and swinging its legs over the side. As much as it didn't want to go to the festival, being left alone while everyone else was there, even for business, was even worse. It just hoped Guzma wouldn't do anything stupid.

~~~~~~~

The next thing Cirrus heard was a frantic clamor coming from the downstairs of the mansion, a cacophony of shouting and yelling that awoke it from its accidental slumber. Shaking its head in an attempt to dislodge the sleep that still clung to its eyes, it was about to make its way to the door, but was interrupted by a grunt swinging open with enough force to make it jump. Well, this is definitely Not Good.

The grunt wrung her hands, shifting her weight from food to foot nervously. “C-Cirrus!!” she wailed upon spotting it, looking as if she might burst into tears at any second. Oh dear. “Hey, hey, take a breath, alright?” Cirrus stumbled down the stairs and across the room, gently ushering the grunt out of the room. All of the remaining fatigue had faded with the commotion, and was now replaced with worry. “What happened?” it asked once they were outside.

"I… Th-the boss is hurt, and…!" 

Wait… Guzma was hurt? It was just supposed to be a battle tournament, right? And he wasn’t even the one competing…

"Where is he?"

"Downstairs, A just brought him in, but… but…” she trailed off, and Cirrus pressed its lips together.

“Shit. Okay. Thank you.” Cirrus hated to leave her here when she was upset, and reached out to squeeze her shoulder in what it hoped was a reassuring gesture before running down the stairs.

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The ruckus downstairs had mostly quieted down as Cirrus arrived, save for A and Guzma loudly arguing. A’s mouth snapped shut once he noticed Cirrus, staring at it from over Guzma’s shoulder, with the taller man following suit, turning around to give Cirrus a clear look at the blood dripping from his forehead and the bent and smashed sunglasses in his clenched fist.

The worry that had been welling in Cirrus’s chest bloomed into anxiety as it took in the scene in front of it, with Guzma refusing to look it in the eyes, and the way the dim light in the mansion reflected off the shards of glass from the shattered sunglasses that were embedded in his forehead, and the blood dyeing the tips of his bangs red. If only it had pushed harder for Guzma to let it go instead… this wouldn't be happening.

“Guzma,” it said quietly, waiting until said man crossed his arms and began stomping his way towards it to head towards the bathroom upstairs.

Cirrus sighed as it shut the door behind them, frustrated, worried, exhausted… “I’m not even going to ask.”

“Good,” Guzma spat out, waving away Cirrus’s hands as it attempted to help him onto the counter.

A scowl had crept its way up Guzma's face in the few seconds it took Cirrus to grab the first aid kit from under the sink, with an angry crease forming on his brow.

"Hey. Quit it with the grumpy face, you're making my job a lot harder."

Guzma huffed, but smoothed out his scowl, allowing Cirrus to tilt his head up and carefully pick out the remaining shards of glass from his wound. It worked in silence, only uttering a quiet sorry when Guzma flinched back, hissing through his teeth.

The room was thick with a palpable tension that Cirrus tried hard to ignore as it dabbed at the now dry blood that had dripped down Guzma's face. It knew how destructive Guzma got when he was angry - had seen the aftermath of his rage firsthand - but he had never done anything like this to himself. At least, not that Cirrus knew of.

Something was up, something had happened, but Cirrus didn't want to pry, especially so soon. Besides, the chance of Guzma opening up so easily was slim to none.

Resisting the urge to sigh again, Cirrus took the gauze and bandages it had set aside and pressed them to the wound, making sure they wouldn't fall off the second it let go. "There we go," it said, brushing Guzma's hair back over his forehead, "good as new!"

"Thanks…" Guzma muttered, tugging at his bangs. With the admittedly amateur doctoring complete, Cirrus was able to take a step back to truly take in the other man's disheveled state, with his shoulders drooping and the bags under his eyes darker than normal.

"Guz… Maybe you should get some rest, yeah?" Cirrus suggested. It didn't know when the last time he slept properly was, but it couldn't have been recently. "'M fine." Guzma rubbed at his eyes almost aggressively, as if trying to clear the obvious heaviness from them. "'Sides, I didn't get the chance to heal Golisopod or Masquerain after the battle, 'n I gotta do that first." He had grimaced for a brief moment at the mention of the festival, but broke out into a yawn.

"I can do that. You look dead on your feet. Go to bed."

"I toldja I'm fine-"

"I'll go take care of them. You go take care of yourself," Cirrus said firmly, leaving no room for arguing. It held out its hand expectantly, raising its eyebrows when Guzma crossed his arms. "Fine," he said, reaching in his pocket for the pokéballs and placing them in Cirrus's outstretched hand. "Thank you. Now go rest," it stressed. "Or I swear to Arceus I will drag you to your bed myself."

"Yeah, yeah," Guzma waved Cirrus off but slid off the counter, stopping once he reached the door. "...thanks," he said in an uncharacteristically soft voice. "For helpin' me out. I… really appreciate you." 

A dark blush crept its way up Cirrus's face and Butterfree fluttered violently in its stomach at Guzma's words. "Shit," it choked out once Guzma left, trying to drown out the pounding of its heart. I appreciate you. He didn’t just appreciate the action, he appreciated Cirrus. It clenched the pokéballs in its hands and took a deep breath before heading outside.

“That’s a normal thing to say to someone when they help you, right? I’m… just thinking too hard about it. That’s a perfectly normal thing to say,” it said to itself as it made its way down the winding staircase. The eerie silence from inside the now-abandoned Shady House followed Cirrus out to the yard, making it shiver. 

Cirrus let Golisopod and Masquerain out of their pokéballs, and stayed quiet as it sprayed the Pokémon with potions. The harder it tried to not think about what Guzma had said to it, the more it ended up thinking about it. A frustrated groan escaped its lips and it threw the empty potion bottle to the side, a bit harder than it planned. Golisopod gave it a look, then busied itself with Cirrus's bag, poking at it with his claws. "Ugh, I'll pick it up in a minute - hey, what do you think you're doing?"

Golisopod continued to nudge at the bag even when Cirrus took it from him. "Oh, you smell the poké beans, don'tcha? Well, y'all're in luck - I got the good stuff." It pulled out a rainbow bean from its bag, which was promptly snatched and devoured by Golisopod the second it was in view. "Hey now!" Cirrus raised its eyebrows at him. "I know you're Guzma's Pokémon, but use your manners!" A pause. "Don't tell him I said that."

Gentle moonlight shone down within the walls of Po Town, seeming to have a calming effect on the run-down city. The emptiness usually scared Cirrus, it didn't enjoy being out there after dark, but that night it looked almost pretty, in a strange sort of way.

Cirrus handed another bean to Golisopod, who took it much more delicately this time.

"Ooh, such a good boy!!" Cirrus cooed, reaching up to scratch Golispod under the chin, laughing as he trilled contentedly.

Masquerain started buzzing angrily around Cirrus's head, clearly jealous of the attention it was giving Golisopod. "Oh, don't worry, I haven't forgotten about you!" It pet her head and fished another poké bean out from its bag, then sat cross legged on the grass, watching Masquerain perch upon Golisopod's head with the treat.

"Y'all fought hard for the boss today, huh?" Cirrus tugged at the grass absently, a small frown on its face.

"I just wish he wasn't so hard on himself…"

It flopped onto its back, staring up at the clear sky and letting the calm air wash away all its worries from the events that had transpired that night. Guzma's earlier words echoed in its ears - I really appreciate you - and it groaned loudly, covering its face with its hands as a hot flush began creeping its way up its face.

If only it was brave enough to tell Guzma… it felt the same way. If he only knew just how deeply Cirrus's appreciation, admiration, adoration, ran.

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[update-blog-bp9]

I know a lot of People will judge me for saying it BUT!

Small rant! Has BIG SPOILERS, so if you don't wanna be spoiled yet, DON'T READ!

The FNaF Movie was AWESOME! Why was it awesome? LET ME EXPLAIN!

First off, I'm sorry to all the other FNaF Fans that will read this, but it HAS to be done. (I am a fan myself but yeah, been a fan since FNaF 4 came out, which has been a while ago. TvT) It was clear that the Movie will be NOTHING like the Games. I mean yeah, it could have given you more spooks (*Cough* even though I was satisfied with what I got as spooks and murders *Cough*), BUT first off, it would have been nothing more but a filmed version of what we played and nothing interesting would have happened.

Mike would have sat in the office, watched Cams, closed doors and shit, until he burned the place down or something. It was clear, from the trailers, that the Movie might NOT be ANYTHING like the Games.

For an alternate universe of FNaF, I found it awesome. You saw two sides of the coin, from the missing Children too. They can act like kids, they can have humanity still, they are still just children, but they can also get VERY deadly and dangerous (Proven in the scenes where Max and the others died brutally).

Also let us not forget that the Movie was for people of 16 years of age and that into the FNaF Fandom a lot of Teenagers and children joined (and probably still do). It was not rated R and not for 18 year olds only, so even Teenagers can watch it and not just barely legally turned grown ups. Not everyone with 18 also can take a lot of blood, so I found the Movie pretty nice, it showed both sides and it showed pretty much that the Animatronics CAN be very murderous if they WANT to be.

I know some or maybe even many of you were disappointed, but why film a Movie about something, we already KNOW? We know about the Afton Family (At least everyone who played the Games and watched Matpad), we know about the missing children and their names, who died first, who William shouldn't have killed, etc. Literally a lot of Gacha Tubers MAKE Movies about all that already, of course they change it to make it an AU, but still! Heck other fans made small FANMOVIES about FNaF, it wouldn't have been as original anymore, as you would have thought, so the changes in the Movie were awesome in my eyes.

It was something new, it was a bit more unpredictable, it had some shockers and it had blood and some gore in there too, everything I would WANT from a Movie. Why have a Movie about something, you already know and can predict everything of, that got pretty much solved so far? (I mean it isn't entirely solved yet, not all of it, but I have a feeling we are getting close)

A new thing, a new Storyline and a few unexpected events. I mean, WHO WOULD HAVE THOUGHT THAT VANESSA IS WILLIAM'S DAUGHTER IN THE MOVIE?! I only realized it after she started to talk about him and that he was a VERY BAD man. I was like: "Eyoooo, WAIT A FUCKIN' MINUTE! NO WAY! I THOUGHT HE DIDN'T PULL BITCHES AND WAS LEFT CHILDLESS!" (Not that I hated Steve Raglan/William Afton. He was awesome, wish I saw more of him. Mathew really played William well. Respect.)

Or WHO WOULD HAVE THOUGHT, that these kids still had some humanity left and just wanted to play, until Willy Wonka told them to kill someone for him, or someone broke in and decided to trash the place? I wouldn't have! AND THEY WERE DAY ACTIVE TOO!!! No 6AM clock chime and everything is over! No! They were active and moving ALL THE TIME! MAJOR UPGRADE! You were NEVER safe from them. AND THEY COULD ALSO LEAVE THE BUILDING! Also something that in the Games NEVER was possible! I mean yeah, only GF (Golden Freddy) was out, but if he can leave the Pizzeria, so can the others, right?

So my point: Movie was AWESOME, the people put a lot of thought and care into it, the Storyline was amazing and not the same shit we already knew and predicted, it had a good balance of things (Blood x gore x humor and all that), the Characters were amazing and honetly I am proud. WE EVEN GOT A SPRINGLOCK FAILURE! EEEEEEEEEEEEEE!! QWQ

This was the first Movie of FNaF,(I hope Dawko is right and we get a trilogy) which means that in the next Movie (If it comes out), we could get more of the new Storyline AND there could be more horror and if it will be a TRILOGY, then we will get WILLY WONKA IN FNAF THREE, BABYYYYYYYY!!! And THAT WILL be EPIC! After all, Springtrap might be the most BRUTAL and AGGRESSIVE Animatronic in FNaF, because of the Serial Killer traits, his hatred for Mike and Abby, he will still have the urge to kill them, so buckle the fuck up and maybe he will either also try and kill Vanessa (If she survives the Hospital and got out until then), or he will try and apologize.

Why would he apologize? Everyone who saw him stab his own daughter and paid close attention, saw that he instantly regretted it. He actually felt genuinely bad. But he had to get himself together, because of Mike and Abby. I think, if he would have had the time and chance, he would have brought her, himself, to the hospital too. It didn't seem like, he didn't care anymore, but he was in deep shit himself and had to take care of that first, to get away alive. Which, sadly for him, backfired. (Yes, I said it, William Afton showed some heart and I take full advantage of that.)

With all that said, HAVE A GOOD DAY/NIGHT!!!

[moon-blanket]

Oh my god the next part came Super Fast let's GET IT

They way he told them to sit. Hi ! hey. Okay i'm sitting.

Damn the Bennetts tried to get other Houses to join the endeavor about CloseKnit. Good riddance then.

William didn't "banish" Porter after his scuffle with Vincent, just a convenient way of him doing his job with less suspicion ? Since he techincally wasn't "affiliated" with House Solaire anymore ?

William ordered PORTER to do it all ? Using the Summit as a way to carry out a "Favor" for another House in the Council ? Seizing the assets of the House of Bennett in the outcome ??

Holy fuck, just how powerful is Porter. That whole murder/alibi plan of his is Wild.

Okay William not wanting to wait around for another 1500 lives lost to get eyes pointed on House Bennett and get the ball rolling. That's a slay. I get it.

I'm with Vincent, What's the logic of all of this !! This "Game" is confusing !!

What is William's part in this !! What is he doing right now !!

I don't blame Vincent for "seeing in black and white" in this moment ! His world is actively crashing down around him, everyone he trusts is in on Something but Him and Lovely (maybe Sam, who knows), and it's out of NOWHERE ! If this didn't happen, who knows how long this would have been hidden from him ! He has the right to be upset about it !!

William thinks of Vincent as his actual child, loves him like a son :( enough to not want his hands dirty. Knowing that he shouldn't have turned him, his biggest regret, saying what he did to Vincent was wrong..... I actively had to pause and cry on the floor for a good five minutes.

GREAT Reminder from Porter that William isn't a Saint. He doesn't have to be ! He is still a good man, who does good things !!!!! The ways that these results are obtained is rather questionable, but what comes from it cannot be denied !!

He took Porter in and gave him a new life, showed him unending kindess. That's how you obtain allies !! Bonds that truly matter !!! All the things William feels for those in his House are genuine !!!!!!!! He cares for all of them so deeply !!!!!!!!!

The circumstances of Porter's turning is very interesting. Turned by a Mass Maker, constantly invocated and used for his powers in a way he had no say in. Running and Running until he found William, who cleaned him up and mentored him on his powers. That's very nice :(

I'm glad Porter understands that the experience he had was not universal. I'm glad he has the perspective of Vincent's, and i'm glad Vincent has the perspective of Porter's.

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Overall, I'm very glad that the Two of them (Three, since Lovely sat in on it) had that talk. It was definitely not the most pleasant or comfortable, given the circumstances, but it was absolutely Needed.

And if anything, it's a step in the right direction for both Porter and Vincent. They learned a little bit more about (and from) each other during this whole Event. They may have wildly vast differences, jarringly so. But there is something inside of both of them that is so strikingly similar to me, even if I can't put a finger on it. I don't expect them to be Best Friends after this, but hopefully they have some level of understanding with each other after this. And maybe become the slightest bit nicer to each other, even if it takes a while.

(I see why William wanted Shaw Pack there, since they were all looking into CloseKnit. He let them see some evidence to get DUMP on the ball, as well as some actual justice for the Inversion. But geez, that could have gone bad !)

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This was a GREAT audio. Poor Vincent and Lovely. They deserve a LONG fuckin' break after all is said and done. Please let them be happy for ONCE lmfao.

Still love you with my life Porter I'll do anything for you by the way.

[sunny6677]

Scenario that wasn't requested at all part 77! /j

Scenario: Your all bored, and you suggest playing a game. When asked what game, you jokingly suggest Seven Minutes In Heaven. But you didn't expect to be in Tords room, the five of you all sat in front of his closet and with a timer.

With a sigh after they decided you should be the first to spin the bottle, you spun and it landed on-

And yes this is romantic-

PART 1

Tw: suggestive text, smoking, profanity, flirting.

Edd:

- Edd. Oh shit. Your crush. And somehow worst enemy.

- Deep inside, you screamed for your life. But on the outside, you smiled lazily like you always did. Edd seemed surprised that the bottle had landed on him and a bit.. disturbed? Flustered? You couldn't tell.

- Standing up, you walked inside the closet and waited for Edd to come inside. Once he had come in, you shut the closet and the others started the timer.

- Edd crossed his legs, and sighed. For about a few seconds, he stayed silent before you spoke; "So, uhh.. rules state we can do whatever the hell we want so.. what do ya wanna do?" You asked, calm as can be.

- "Well, i sure as hell am not going to make out with you if that's what you were hoping for.." He sarcastically said. "Aww, how'd you know?~" You replied back. "Wha-" "Dont worry, Cola boy. That was a joke." You cut off his flustered confusion.

- He grumbled, and pulled out a sketchbook from seemingly nowhere, and a pen too. Opening the book, he began to rapidly scramble his pen on the page. Curious, you scooted closer. "Whatcha drawin?" You peeked over, your head hovering above the page.

- He seemed to be drawing a person, but you couldn't tell who. "...someone." He answered, and then began to draw their hair. You watched in silence, as he kept glancing back you, irritated.

- "Why do you wanna know anyway?" He asked, sounding a bit angry. "Cuz I think your drawings are good." You smiled at his piercing green eyes. Edd raised a brow at this, "Really? And why is that?" He seemed curious, but still angry.

- "Pfff, why do you need a reason? I'm pretty sure you know yourself that your fuckin awesome at drawing. Didn't know if you noticed, but all four of us seem to think your pretty cool at it." You scooted slightly closer, one of your hands now behind him.

- He scoffed, "If this is your attempt at flattery, it isn't going to work." You pouted in a fake way, "Oh? But why not? I'd say I'm pretty good at it." You chuckled at yourself.

- With a irritated sigh, he put the sketchbook and the pen down. "If your just going to talk my ear off, then I won't do anything." You laughed again, "Aw.. not even talking? Thats a shame. Your voice is pretty lovely to hear."

- "In pain, you mean? That seems to be the one thing you like to hear." Edd crossed his arms, facing you. As he peered down/up at you, you felt yourself slightly tremble at his gaze. "Well, I'd say that isn't the only thing I like to hear." You shrugged, looking away.

- "Well, what else do you like to hear then? I'd be surprised if you said you actually liked me being happy." Edd rolled his eyes. Warmth. Your face was enveloped in that very thing. As embarrassed under/in his gaze as you felt, you kept speaking. "Eh, well I do like hearing you happy, but I do like to hear you pleasured-" You felt a sharp pain on your face.

- He had slapped you. Yet you still laughed as you held your cheek. Heavily breathing, you said right in his furious face; "Heheh.. you really do hate me, huh?" God, that smirk drove him insane.

- You tried to get up, but then you suddenly fell back on the ground again. You opened your eyes, only to see the sight of him on top of you. He grabbed you by the collar of your shirt/hoodie, you blushed but smiled again. "Damn, Edd.. I never thought you'd be into this~" You teased, still trying to aggravate the poor brit.

- You had expected to get a retort or something, but-

- "Well, you don't know a lot of things about me.. do you?" His voice suddenly got low, making you tense up. Face red, you still replied quietly: "Guess i dont.."

- "I didn't think so.." He brought you closer, "You know, I really should hate you.. your mean and way too smug. Yet for some reason.. your oddly charming." His face was inches away from yours at this point, his hands were clenched tight onto your collar.

- You felt nervous. But whispered; "You kinda chose the wrong person to hate then.." Edd only chuckled at this, he got closer, his lips now inches away from yours. "I guess I did.." With those words in mind, you then suddenly felt something soft press against your own lips.

- Edd was kissing you, there was no possible denial that was what was happening. You hadn't expected him to be like this, but you guessed it was welco-

- "Hey, times u-"

- You both knew that voice, and immediately let go. Tom stood, horrified from what he had just seen. Before Edd could even say anything, Tom slammed the closet door shut.

- Edd had to awkwardly fight a teasing Tord and a horrified Tom as soon as he got out of the closet. Matt and you just stood in silence.

- As they fought, you had to face the fact that you and edd were going to have a long... "chat" after this was over.

Tord:

- Tord. Your crush that you barely talked to.

- Tord jokingly flirted with you as soon as he processed that the bottle had landed on him. You awkwardly joked back in response, as the two of you stood up and walked to the closet.

- You shut the closet door, and the two of you sat down. He sighed, and you looked down at your lap while blushing. You hadn't expected this to happen.

- "Well, what do you want to do?" He asked you, you averted your eyes and replied; "Eh.. whatever you want, I guess." He laughed with a smirk, "Oh really? So if I told you to bend over, you'd do it-" "Heheh.. no, no." You immediately declined, face red.

- "I guess we can just.. talk, if you want." You suggested, looking at him for a few moments. "Alright, that's cool." He said, staring at the closet door in front of him.

- You, tired as can be, sleepily went along with whatever he was talking about. You slept a good 3 hours, so you weren't exactly active.

- As he went on and on, and you smiled at his voice, your head eventually gave into exhaustion and made you lay on his shoulder/head. He looked up/down at you, a small blush on his face. "What are you doing?" He inquired.

- "Tired." That was all you answered with. "How many hours did you sleep?" A nervous chuckle filled his words. "Mmmm.. three." You mumbled. He laughed, "Geez, what made you not sleep?" You only answered with a noise of exhaustion.

- "Eh, alright, I guess I'll let you sleep, sleeping beauty." He smiled and pulled out his cigar, seemingly okay with the position he was in. As he smoked on and on for a good three minutes, you felt yourself slowly giving into slumb-

- "Times up-"

- You snapped awake, and the bright light from the closet opening greeted you both. Tom had opened the closet door, now that the time was done. You two secretly kind of hoped he didn't see that, as much as you didn't mind eachother being that close to one another.

- But of course, he had. "...what were you two doing?" Tom asked with a smirk.

- The next few minutes were the two of you trying to defend yourself from Tom's endless teasing. Edd and Matt only quietly watched until the three of you were done. Moving onto the second round, you three sat.

- The awkward tension between you and Tord was killing you, but you felt somewhat grateful he let you try and sleep.. for about 3 minutes.

[pocketgalaxies]

i feel like we're gonna need a whole long individual post from you where you sum up your thoughts and feelings of c3ep51...it's a doozy and i'm interested to hear what you have to say!!😵‍💫

okay. okayyy. i just finished the ep so i haven't had a lot of time to think about it yet but. initial reaction is that i'm feeling a little hm. bad! ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

obviously i haven't been on tungle so idk if a lot of other ppl feel this way or if i'm in the minority but. a lot of the latter parts felt bad. like in my soul, i mean. i was simply not having as good of a time as i wanted to be having.

cue complaining! apologies in advance:

it was like. liliana being obstinate, even with appreciably high rolls from imogen. ludinus giving this stupid-ass speech that went on for ages about how his life is sooo so so so hard. sky ship was a complete and utter bust. beau and caleb were a complete and utter bust. keyleth was obviously a complete and utter bust and then some. fcg was just stuck in a goddamn automaton for half the thing. destroying power cores maybe caused the key to malfunction, we'll find out, but they certainly didn't feel particularly influential in the final climax. nobody in the party even had an opportunity to do anything during initiative with the backpack having an AC of fucking 25 (when bh is only level 8!!!). laudna and ashton weren't even there, which obviously couldn't have been predicted or controlled, but it didn't feel good

i can appreciate and understand the idea of having it be very clear that this effort was actually futile from the beginning, because ludinus is unbelievably powerful and otohan beat their asses already and this was a plan centuries in the making and the manpower was there and the group is low-level etc etc. maybe this was always meant to happen, maybe the rest of the campaign as matt planned hinges on the majority of ludinus' plan succeeding, which is FINE. but i don't think i was alone in thinking that there was a non-negligible amount of hope going into this ep that something amazing might happen, esp with beau caleb and keyleth all explicitly involved. and it was all, very very unceremoniously, crushed piece by piece and all ludinus had to do was raise a fuckin pinky. you know what i mean? it just felt too easy for him. after watching bells hells painstakingly plan and desperately recruit help for two straight eps, i just sat here and watched ludinus shit and spit on all of that within seconds? felt bad. i think if there was more of an encounter, more of a fighting chance, then it wouldn't have made me as a viewer feel stupid for thinking something might actually fuckin work

i think it could be argued that the otohan fight in bassuras was similar in its feeling of futility, but like. it wasn't??? bc they were fighting her, they were doing damage, they were using up her spells and her legendary actions/resistances, and there was decision-making involved esp on laura's part. there was good rp and there was tension and risky choices, and the players were driving the ship. here it was like every single thing they threw at it didn't even make it in the door. the whole thing was over in one round

speaking of one round, i really actually quite unironically hated the 5 full minutes during which matt rolled 200 damage or whatever against keyleth. obviously because i love her, but also because it was the quintessential moment in the ep of making me sit here and go "what is the fucking point." one of the most powerful people on the entire planet, down before she can even think to do anything about it. and then vax shows up in this triumphant moment of divine victory just to get totally fucked. BY IMOGEN'S MOM, NO LESS. and NEITHER of them got a turn in initiative. bc ludinus is sooo smart and sooo powerful and sooo wise and sooo evil. vom

so anyway. i don't think i'm nearly as mad as this post makes me sound, but i am definitely having trouble finding parts about the latter half of this ep that i particularly enjoyed, at least in hindsight. like in the moment vax's appearance was Amazing. Legendary. but the fact that all it did was play into ludinus' hand made it feel lowkey like shit. so idk!

sorry this post turned into me saying mean things. i was trying to keep an open mind during my liveblog but i was quite frustrated at certain points lmao idk i'll keep thinking on it and you'll prob see posts from me if i change my mind about things

[a-writer-on-elm-street]

Tattoos

Pairing: Negan x Fem!Reader

Summary: In which you and Negan draw tattoos on each other.

Warning: Some strong language.

"Shouldn't we be like...working?" You asked as you smiled at Negan. You'd been at the Sanctuary for a good year now and you'd been intimate with Negan for a few months. And now, you were both sitting in your underwear as you sat together on his bed.

"Hey, I don't work. I run this place." Negan argued, a proud smile on his face.

"That's still work though."

"Well do you wanna work? 'Cause I could send your ass outta here right now if you want?"

"No, it's fine." You grinned, shaking your head. You knew he wouldn't really have kicked you out. Because despite the terms of your relationship being strictly sexual, you felt a connection with Negan, it always felt like he cared about you a little way beyond just sex. It was an unspoken connection of course, but you still felt it between you. "Thing is, what're we gonna do if we're not working?"

He smirked. "I dunno, maybe this?"

He then leaned closer to you, so that you could feel his beard lightly brush over your jaw. And as you ran your hands over his shoulder whilst he left a trail of kisses down your neck, you began to notice all of his tattoos. And it made you think, during these times, you couldn't exactly go out and get a tattoo anymore. "Do you think you'll ever get anymore tattoos?" You suddenly asked, causing Negan to pull back to look at you.

"What?"

"Your tattoos, do you think you'll ever get anymore?"

He sighed. "I don't fucking know."

"It'd have to be DIY or some shit." You said, smiling.

"Damn, it really would."

"Wait, I got it." You said as you leaned over to his nightstand to retrieve an old marker. Negan just looked at you like you were insane.

"You wanna draw on me?"

"What's wrong with that?" You laughed, popping the lid off the marker.

"It's fuckin' cheesy that's what's wrong with it." He growled. "I'm not a damn kid, (y/n)."

You just smirked. "I'll let you do me after."

"And in what context is that? Dirty...or fucking playing with kiddie markers?"

"Both if you want."

"Well let's get to it." He said. It was so easy to persuade Negan with sex. You shifted towards him and pushed him down onto his stomach, proceeding to climb over his back, positioning your legs on either side of his waist.

"You better not draw anything shit." He warned as he turned around to look at you.

You just laughed, pushing him back down. You didn't even know what to draw. So you just ended up staring down at his back for a few moments whilst you decided what to draw. When it finally hit you, you leaned down and pressed the marker to the back of his shoulder.

"The hell are you drawing?" Negan asked after about five minutes.

"You'll see." You grinned as you continued to draw.

Negan continued to struggle beneath you a little whilst you finished the drawing. And then when you were finally finished, you suddenly felt nervous. It would obviously come off eventually but you didn't want him to hate it.

"Done." You announced, carefully climbing off of him.

He got up and walked over to the mirror, examining the drawing on his back. "Damn! You drew Lucille?"

You nodded. "Yeah, I mean, it was the only thing I couldn't completely fuck up so."

"Guess it's my turn now huh?" Negan smirked as he walked back over to the bed and took the marker from you. "Where'd you want it?"

"Wherever you want?"

"Okay." He grinned, gently tracing his fingers over the left side of your chest. You gasped when you felt the cold tip of the marker press against your skin. "You like that baby?"

You didn't say anything as Negan started to drag the marker across your skin. You struggled to keep still as he glided the tip over your chest, clearly taking care in his drawing. It didn't take him long to finish the drawing and when he was done, he leaned back to look at his work, a proud smile on his face.

When you looked down at your chest, you were actually surprised by what Negan had drawn. "A rose?"

"Yup."

"I love it." You smiled as you leaned closer and pressed your lips against his.

He kissed you back and his hands quickly found their way to your hips, squeezing slightly as you deepened the kiss. "Tell me you're mine." He groaned as he pulled you into his lap.

"I'm yours."

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[pacifymebby]

t r o u b l e / chapter twenty two

Chapter list

John

"How was she?" I asked Bonny, realising once the word left my lips that I could have been asking about any one of the girls. Ada had been pissed off and Esme had looked scared, she'd hidden it with a scowl, hidden it with sharp words but I'd known how she really felt. Didn't take much for me to read her these days, I could probably tell how she felt with my eyes closed. Just standing near her was enough.

Even now when she was locked away in that hidden room and I was sitting concealed in shadow on the front step, gun slung over my back, I could sense my girls fear, her racing heart. It wound my insides tight like a coil and had me fidgeting with my fingers, getting restless.

Bonny sat beside me, still and calm, his eyes watching the long driveway, his ears listening out for any kind of sound. He'd a knife he was fidgeting with, weaving it between his fingers absentmindedly as he concentrated on keeping lookout.

His dad was positioned at the back entrance the the house and there were Gold's and Lee's stationed all around, lurking in the shadows poised for a fight. All of them itching with anticipation the way Bonnie and I bristled now.

"Kitty was upset," he said, "cryin for her dad," he said with a sympathetic smirk, "she settled down a wee bit for Sonya though," he added.

"Yeah?" I nodded, "good," I said feeling a guilty little twist in my stomach as I thought back on all the times last year, when Kitty had asked if she could go to see her aunty Fen in London at the ballet, I'd given her an empty promise. Told her that we'd go and then never found the time to make the plans. "Think Kitty wants to be her Anty Sonya when she grows up," I grinned shaking my head and trying not to get soft. Wasn't the time for being sentimental.

Bonnie didn't say anything, just cracked a small smirk which lingered as he turned away, watching the dark garden quietly. He looked thoughtful but I'd noticed he was that kind of lad. The canny kind, probably could have been good in school if he was given half the chance, probably would have made more of himself if he'd been born to different circumstances. It was what our mam had always said about us though I had the feeling she was talking more about Tommy and Ada than me or Arthur.

"Fuckin hate sittin still," he said after another minute of waiting. He bounced his knee where he sat, a look of impatience in his eyes that made me smirk and nod my head.

"Yeah," I agreed, "this is the worst fuckin part ain't it, all the bloody waiting around, its like bein in a fuckin airport..." I grumbled.

Bonnie frowned for a second, brows knitted in confusion, his jaw caught half way between a question and laugh. In the end he just shook his head, let himself laugh.

"Aye," he grinned, "least an airports got a bar."

"Aye," I grinned feeling for a moment like I might be able to relax. Tensing in the next when a bird took flight and the sound of a disturbance in the trees reminded the two of us that we weren't supposed to be smiling. Just like that our smirks were gone, jaws tight, eyes dark and focussed, bodies braced and preparing for the unknown threat which lurked in every shadow, every slither of darkness we couldn't quite see.

The time passed slowly. A torturously long night of aching hours laced together by animal sounds in the trees, twitching branches, an owl taking flight, something snuffling through the shrubbery. The kinds of sounds which could be mistaken for trouble. The kinds of sounds with left our shoulders aching. Our jaws tight. Our eyes restless dry and sore. Hours passed and nothing changed, only my mood, ever darkening, ever convinced that somewhere something bad was going down.

"You think anyone's coming?" Asked Bonnie his eyes fixed on the shadows. When we sat quietly, no words passed between us the night was totally still. Made it easy to believe that the answer to that question was no.

"Who fuckin knows," I breathed sitting forward a little to get a better look at the troubled sky above us. Whether it was the Italians on our door or my little sister stirring trouble in some unknown corner of the country there was some kind of turmoil brewing in the air that night. A disquiet settling thick and heavy in the air between me and the younger lad. "I believe Sonya though," I said, "she doesn't know anythin."

Bonnie just nodded, sat quietly leaning against the wall, a flat cap lowered over his eyes so that I couldn't quite read his expression.

"Seemed innocent enough to me," he shrugged after a moment before pointing to the edge of the driveway, a shadow in the trees approaching quickly. "See that over there," he lowered his voice, one hand reaching round the back of his waistband, fingers curling around a handgun tucked away for safekeeping.

I bristled, trying to move quickly but quietly as I repositioned the machine gun I wore over my shoulder, aiming for the shadow, waiting for the first sign of trouble.

But when I raised my gun, squinting through the sight at the eery night I saw only my brother staggering with hands raised above his head so we wouldn't shoot him in the dark.

"Arthur?" I called out when he was within speaking distance.

"Brother," he grinned holding out his hand to haul me up to my feet. Bonnie sprung up to, as light on his feet now as he had been when he'd first come sprinting down the hall earlier that evening.

It was almost dawn now, that milky first sign of thin light shimmering on the horizon. The shadows slowly beginning to saturate and fade. Skeletons becoming trees once more.

"Where's Tommy?" I asked eyes searching over Arthur's shoulder but finding nothing, brows knitting when Arthur let out a laugh.

"Still out lookin," he sounded as though he'd been on the drink because absolutely nothing of what he was telling me warranted the chuckles which followed his excruciatingly vague sentences.

"Then you didn't find her?" Frowned Bonnie slipping his gun into his pocket about to say something else when Arthur carried on, grin wide and gleaming, uncanny under the pale morning moon.

"Nah not Sylvie," he grinned, "but the little rotter ain't half left a good fuckin trail..." He grinned rubbing his hands together and then clasping my shoulders, *ain't the fuckin Italians we need to worry about John boy I'll tell you that for nowt!"

I felt a grin threatening my own still expression, didn't want to smile too soon because Fen was still missing and from the sounds of it we still didn't have a clue where she was, but the hope and the glee in my brother's eyes was contagious. Even Bonnie was smirking now.

"Found that nonce Hackett fuckin dead for a start," he said, a growled laugh escaping him as he clapped me on the back and turned me in the direction of the front doors, "found him fuckin face down in his driveway, helmet caved in right an guess what... No fuckin bike... Now Tommy reckons Isaiahs done it, reckons he's with her, helping her get wherever she's going,"

"Isaiahs always hated the flash bastard to be fair," I nodded, "reckon he's been pining for murder since the day he met him..."

"He thought he was the porter didn't he?" Chimed in Bonnie, his dark eyes glowing with curiousity as he listened in.

"See!" Chuckled Arthur, "guilty until proven innocent, the lads still holdin a grudge or he wouldn't have told Bonnie would he!"

"Id hold that grudge to be honest like," chuckled Bonnie. I smirked, couldn't help but agree.

"Well yeah of course you would but would you shoot the poor fucker in the head and leave him for the fuckin badgers over it?" Asked Arthur unable to hide his delight. None of us had ever really warmed to our distant neighbour.

Bonnie smirked pretending to think about it for a second before nodding, flashing a cheeky grin.

"Probably aye,"

I laughed then, shaking my head, my grin lingering as we wandered slowly back inside. Shoulders relaxed at last knowing that with the sunrise we were safe. There were no Italians lurking in the shadows.

"So anyway Hackett's dressed in his leathers right, and he's got his helmet on and it's all smashed in yeah, he's bleeding out yeah, blood fuckin everywhere, bullets in his stomach it's fuckin disgustin right... But you know the most fucked up bit?"

"Go on?" I smirked uncertain it could get much worse than a man robbed of his midlife crisis motorbike and left to "the badgers" but when Arthur laughed again I grew all the more curious. "Spit it out Arth come on," I chuckled, couldn't believe the delight in his eyes.

"His fuckin jackets gone an all!"

"Well it's not like he needs it I spose," I smirked an impressed but oh so slightly disturbed pout on my lips breaking into a smile when I realised with relief what it really meant. Why Arthur couldn't stop grinning too.

"So she's fine then.. whatever the fuck she's playin at you think she's fine?" I asked as we took our time turning the lights back on inside, unlocking doors, checking the security panel once more to determine that this was it for now, that we'd been blessed with 'uneventful.'

"Aye brother, more than fuckin fine I think she's probably havin the time of her fuckin life!"

"Apple don't fall far after all," I agreed though I had to admit it troubled me to imagine my little sister riding a stolen motorbike, wearing a dead man's bloodied jacket. There was something tragic about it. It made me question whether it would have been easier to accept that she'd been kidnapped by the enemy than to accept that maybe she was more like the rest of us Shelbys than we'd imagined.

"His fuckin jacket," laughed Arthur rubbing his hands together. For a fleeting moment I wondered whether his near on hysterics was simply compensation for the same worries I was trying to swallow down but when bonnie chuckled I realised that perhaps it was only me searching for something to worry about, something to hold onto.

"Fuckin brutal," Bonnie grinned shaking his head as I stepped up to the safe room door and opened the control panel. I should have stopped a moment to wipe the smile off my face, to get my own relieved laughter out of my system. As it happened however I was still grinning like a teenage boy when the door slid open and so I deserved the smack Esme landed to my cheek before I'd even had the chance to look her in the eyes.

"John Shelby you fuckin dinlow bastard you wipe that stupid fuckin smile off your face this second!" she hissed her eyes welling with tears, her gritted teeth and tight expression holding strong for a minute. I wasn't sure they were going to hold strong for much longer than that.

I stood there stunned, my hand raised to my cheek as the sting wore off, my smirk lingering though it shouldn't have. The sight of it only making my poor girl feel worse.

"Fuck love am sorry..." I started with a sigh giving in when she pushed past me, one of the youngens bundled up in her arms fast asleep.

"Your kids need their beds," she said with a glare that sent a chill right down to my gut. A glare that made Arthur grin, unable to keep his own amusement down until Polly smacked him hard across the face to match.

"Fuckin stupid men," she said, her own look of disapproval far more calm than my Esme's, "you'd better have found our girl, turning up here smirking like that, she'd better be fuckin home..." she said.

I winced, eyes full of guilt flickering between Arthur and then floor. Between one of my lads leaning against Pol, holding her hand, his eyes barely open. He was smirking into her side at her temper and I couldn't help notice the way he grinned a lot like me. Still it was hard to smile when Pol gave me his hand and walked away. Inside I could see Ada waiting with Karl on her hip, he was stirring and she looked tired and impatient though the look she gave us when she passed and shook her head was far more forgiving than Polly's had been.

"Well?" she asked barely waiting for an answer before she smirked disappointed but not surprised, "didn't fuckin think so."

I crouched down to pick little Heath up, so that I could carry him and Kitty upstairs to their beds. Liam was awake, leaning in the door frame, old enough to understand that his mam and dad were fighting, old enough to understand that it wasn't normal to spend your Friday night in a glorified wardrobe. Old enough to be pissed off with his dad.

"Come on then wee man lets get your brothers and sisters up to bed eh?" I sighed offering him a sympathetic smile, feeling all kinds of exhaustion creep up on me then. As I stood up looking for Kitty I realised she was still bundled up with her Anty Fen, the two of them buried under a blanket fast asleep.

I turned to look at Arthur expecting a nostalgic joke at our sisters expense but he'd gone, probably gone after Ada or Polly thinking he could explain away their godawful night. Thinking he could justify it with his good news, the gruesome scene he had described so gleefully to me about to earn him another slap from someone.

The only other person left was Bonnie, standing dutifully by waiting for Sonya.

He looked at me and grimaced, rubbing his cheek and nodding to mine, a teasing kind of grin half hearted but enough to lighten my mood.

"Shoulda seen it comin really," I said with a shrug as I looked from him to my sister. I couldn't believe that after all this time, and after the night she'd had, she was zonked out asleep in the corner of the cramped little space. More than that, I couldn't believe that little Kitty was equally tranquil, her eyes fluttered shut, her thumb hovering by her mouth as she slept.

"Liam mate wake your Anty Fen up eh," I said nodding to my eldest watching as he hesitated for a moment before tugging the blanket down from them and tugging on Sonya's sleeve.

When she didn't wake up he looked back at me, his tired eyes sullen and questioning me, asking my permission to do it again. I chuckled and it drew a little smirk on his lips so that when he turned back to his anty to try again he did so with a little more confidence. Just enough mischief in the way he poked her leg for it to work.

When she woke up she flinched, her eyes wide like a startled rabbit. Her body tense and rigid. She held onto Kitty a little tighter and Liam jumped away from her startled by her shock.

"Oh..." she said quietly, only finding relief when her eyes rested on me and she realised that everything was fine. That the long night was over and she was still safe. "What happened did you find Sylvie?" she asked her eyes flickering between me and Bonnie before she felt Kitty stir in her arms and the little girl stole her attention.

It was amazing the way she changed, uncanny in fact. She seemed to relax completely, the lip she'd been chewing only moments before tugged into a smile for the young girl.

"Hey Kitty guess who's here?" she whispered gently, her voice full of that saccharine hope that always makes little girls smile.

I couldn't keep the grin off my lips when Kitty began to smile, slowly at first and then beaming when she looked and saw me. She pushed herself up in Sonya's arms and stretched her arms above her head and then out to me, squirming and sleepy, her eyes blinking heavily as she grinned at me.

"Daddy!" She smiled her words being swallowed by a yawn which shook her whole body and left me chuckling fondly.

"Come on princess let's get you up to bed eh?" I said watching Sonya kiss her on the forehead and whisper something in her ear before she handed her to me and helped me wrap the little girl up in my arms with her brother.

"Daddy look," she smiled pointing at her hair, the two french braids she was stroking proudly as she looked up at me with sleepy blue eyes.

"Beautiful darlin, you look just like your anty fen don't you,"

"Pretty!" She giggled though she only managed half the word before another yawn overwhelmed her and left her fighting to stay awake.

"Aye well, maybe you can be just like your anty fen tomorrow eh princess, you're fallin asleep," I grinned kissing her hair, letting her nuzzle into my shoulder, her little hand clutching the collar of my shirt.

Liam watched us cooly, his expression too serious for a little boy. He wasn't exactly much older than Kitty and yet he looked years apart from her then. This grave face that told me he was far more in tune to his surroundings than me or his mam would have liked.

And then I thought of his mam. The tears I'd seen in her eyes when she'd stormed past me holding our little girl in her arms. The guilt swelled inside me again and I swallowed around the lump in my throat.

"You look after our Fen for me eh Bonnie," I said finally, dragging myself away from my little sister, wishing I could have been there for her too, knowing I had to be dad and husband now, not brother. "Thanks for looking after Kitty," I said, "night love..."

She opened her mouth about to ask about Sylvie but because I knew I couldn't give her any good answers I pretended not to see. Told myself it was better to leave that to somebody else even though I knew it wasn't.

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Esme was awake when I finally made it to bed. She wasn't even trying to pretend to be asleep. She just sat there on the edge of the bed, her eyes fixed on the first rays of milky glow out the window, the mist and the orange light of sunrise. It would have been pretty had I not been feeling so wretched as I sat down beside her. If when I'd gone to take her hand in mine she hadn't snatched it away.

"Don't,"

Looking at her through the dark of the bedroom she had appeared to be sitting still as a statue, the elegantly melancholic kind. When I crossed the room to stand before her however I could see that she was trembling. Her hands held in her lap, her rosary wrapped around them, holding them together, glimmered in the light from outside. A glimmer which shook subtly because she could hardly control her tremors.

She was trying so hard to be stubborn, to be angry instead of scared, to be angry instead of laden down with sorrow, with worry. With that doomed feeling I knew has been clawing at her now for weeks. She'd been warning me of bad omens long before the war had broken out and I hadn't listened. Too wrapped up in our companies' successes, the money and the fame rolling in from our numerous ventures.

Now I stood with her alone in a bedroom in my brother's mansion, far away from the country cottage we'd built together, the quiet, wild place we'd planned to raise the little ones. Now I stood there with her sitting on the bed, a quiet despair gripping her, knowing that she'd been right all along. That I'd been a fucking fool to ignore her warnings. That I was still a fool now, a desperate fool who didn't know how to make things right.

So I reached out and took her hands in mine, raised them up to unfold them, to unravel her rosary beads and place them down carefully on the bedside table. They glimmered in the light, still where they rested by the bed, the beads gathered in a little heap on top of the cross.

Esme remained still, her breathing was shallow, shivery and slow. Controlled, just about.

She was still starring straight ahead, her eyes fixed on the hem of my t-shirt, refusing to blink because if she did she'd shed the first few tears and theyd make way for the rest.

"Esme love," I said quietly, my voice a little scratchy because I was trying to be gentle, trying not to let myself get upset.

She didn't say a word but she let me hold her hands in mine, let me place unfold her fingers and brush my thumb from the tip of hers to the center of her palm. Her hand felt so small in mine, so delicate. And though she wasn't a delicate woman I knew I needed to be delicate with her just then.

So I took her head in my hand, stepping a little closer to the edge of the bed until my knees knocked against the mattress and I drew her in towards my body until her head came to rest against my belly. I stroked my thumb over her hair gently, pressing her head against my body firm enough to ground her, to make her feel surrounded and secure.

And then I let out a sigh, I said I was sorry, I said I knew that that wasn't enough. Waited to feel her tears soak through my t-shirt onto my skin. When she finally did as I'd been expecting and burst into tears, they were angry and she clutched at my clothes, tugging me closer to her.

"Katie was cryin half the fuckin night John... She's always cryin cause you're gone so you're never there to see her fuckin cryin for you but she does an it's fuckin heartbreakin!" She cried, her anger muffled by my t-shirt as she squeezed her eyes shut tight. I let my arm come to rest around her, holding her in a loose embrace, one hand still holding her hair, holding her to me with no intention of letting her go unless it was to bring her somehow closer still.

"I know love,"

"No you don't know!" She sobbed, "you never see it John, you never see how scared they get, you just see the smiles when you come home... It's fuckin hard and it's gettin harder... They ain't all that little anymore you know... Liam knows that when you go away you might not come back... What the fuck am I sposed to say to them John... They're scared John, fuckin terrified!"

"I know," I said again, I didn't know what else I could say, felt completely defeated because everything she said was true. Because there was nothing I could do about their fears... I couldn't promise I'd always be alright.

I let her sob into my shirt awhile longer, let her roll through the usual script.

"I fuckin hate you," she said and I just stood there looking at the opposite wall, swallowed a lump in my throat, didn't say it despite it being true. I know.

I tangled my fingers in her hair, holding onto her as carefully as I could not wanting to hurt her. Knowing that if I held onto her as tightly as I wanted to then I would because I was filled with that silent desperation. That ache in my chest it was painful to breath around. That ache which made me feel more fragile than I was prepared to admit.

So instead I bowed my head, took her chin between my fingers and pushed her gaze up to look at me. I looked down at her teary eyes, her long lashes weighed down by the evidence of her anguish. I drew in a breath and tried to hold it. Tried to close my eyes and clear my head. Found it impossible to think clearly or rationally when I was looking down at her.

Realised I would say anything to comfort her, even if it wasn't true. Didn't say anything anyway.

She looked up at me, her eyes flickering with a moments hope but when I said nothing, when I tilted my own head back and closed my eyes, nose pointed to the ceiling, lips mumbling a little prayer, the hope which had flickered across her irises dissolved.

She let go of my shirt and wiped her eyes with her fingers, sniffled and pushed her hair from her face. She didn't force a smile but she held her palms over her eyes for a moment and then let out a little shivered breath.

"I love you Esme," I said, regretting how tired I sounded when I heard my voice calm and flat in the dark.

She wrapped her arms around my waist and rested her head against my belly, her ear pressed to my t-shirt as she watched the first rays of sunlight climb the bedroom wall. Her eyes stung and so did mine.

"Just come to bed love," she said squeezing my waist a little tighter, closing her eyes as she turned and rested her forehead against me, let her lips press a kiss to my t-shirt as she tugged me in closer, let her hands slip beneath the fabric, fingers spread as she held my back.

I stroked her hair with my hand and sighed, she'd given in now and so I would too.

"Come on then," I said nudging her back onto the mattress, "shift over, make room..."

So she did, leaning back on her elbows, looking up at me as she shuffled up the mattress and fell down on her side of the bed. One hand held her pillow as she rolled onto her side and watched me tug my t-shirt over my head. Watched me sit down and kick my joggers off, waited for me to lie down on my back and open my arms out for her to crawl into before she came to rest her head on my chest without closing her eyes.

She was watching the sunrise climb the wall. I had a feeling she'd given up on sleep when she let her chapped lips brush over my bare chest.

"I keep telling Kitty the Italians are like spiders..." She said after a minutes peace, if I'd not been so familiar with her brooding ways I'd have been surprised to find she hadn't fallen asleep. "You know, more scared of daddy than daddy is of them..."

"Yeah?"

"It's a fuckin stupid joke sposed to make her feel brave and I feel guilty cause I don't know if it's still true..." She was smirking at herself, not quite awake enough to laugh at herself the bitter way I could tell she wanted to.

"Am not scared of the wops flower," I smirked shaking my head, tilting my chin down to kiss her temple, missing because she'd smiled at the same time as I had, pushed herself up to catch my lips with hers, her smile tugging against mine as she kissed me and caught me by surprise.

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Going To The Fair | Bonnie Gold

Bonnie Gold x reader

Prompt: #11 Going to the fair

Requested by: @zablife

Warnings: none

Note: English is not my native language so beware there may be grammar or spelling mistakes.

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Feedback is appreciated!

Bonnie arrived at the fair a little late, due to boxing practice. He spotted his three sisters and Y/N sitting on a bench near the contest's table.

"Bonnie!" Y/N exclaimed when she saw him approach. She immediately stood and fell in his arms

"How did it go?" He chuckled, while she buried her face in his chest. "Which ribbon did they give ya?"

Tension rose in the air around them when a whimper escaped his girlfriend's lips, whilst Esmeralda pressed her lips together, shaking her head.

"It is awful!" Y/N grumbled against his shirt. Bonnie didn't realize she was crying until he felt her tears soaking his collarbone. " I can't do anything right."

"Girls, will you give us a minute?" The girls nodded, before walking away from them and towards the fortune teller vardo.

"Y/N, love, look at me." he gently pushed her head back so he could stare at her face.

"I spent all day preparing it, and it doesn't even taste good." She sobbed, more tears streaming down her cheeks.

"Says who?" Bonnie argued, wiping her face with his knuckles. "A bunch of fuckin' morons? Come here."

He sat down on one edge of the bench, while Y/N sat on the other, taking a slice from the cake which sat in-between them.

"Let's see, just how awful this cake is." he took a bite, moaning softly. "Delicious, is what it is. "

"You're saying this to make me feel better." she retorted. "We should dispose of it already."

"Not a chance I'm letting you do that."Bonnie grabbed the plate, before she could reach for it. "My mouth is orgasming right now. I'll eat the whole thing."

"You what?" She asked in disbelief.

"Watch me!" he stared firmly, with a challenging look on his face.

Y/N watched in awe as Bonnie devoured the entire cake before her eyes, licking his fingers after he was done.

"I can't believe you ate the whole thing." she breathed, kissing him softly.

"I can't believe you thought it tasted awful."