#but y’all just see it as them abandoning each other or something

[harrywavycurly]

Random Eddie Concept: You live next door to Eddie and y’all have said the casual “hello” and “good morning” to each other but haven’t properly met, you don’t even know each other’s names. But over the course of a month or so Eddie has learned that you love your plants, he can always count on seeing you standing on your back patio with your watering can every evening and sometimes if he has his windows open he can hear you talking to them and he won’t admit it but he thinks it’s adorable.

That’s why when he notices your flowers wilting he gets sort of concerned because you love your little make shift garden, but his brushes it off to maybe you’re out of town or something. But a few days later when he’s out on his patio having a smoke and he looks over and sees all the plants have gone completely brown and are slumped over in their pots he can’t shake the feeling that maybe something is wrong, so he just takes it upon himself to get his hose out and spray some water on them from his backyard hoping he’s not disturbing you.

He does this for a few days until he finally gets them to show signs of life again, that’s also when he gets the courage to walk up to your front door. He doesn’t know why he’s nervous but his hand is all sweaty when he reaches up to knock on your door. It all makes sense as to why you’ve all of a sudden abandoned your little garden when you answer the door in a robe that has a spaghetti stain on it with your hair in the messiest bun he’s ever seen but he’s also slightly impressed it’s still sitting on the top of your head, it’s all very clear to him that you’re going through a rough patch.

“Uhm I’m Eddie.” He gives you a soft smile and a little wave as your cheeks get red as the realization of how you’re dressed hits you when Eddie’s eyes look you up and down. “I’m your neighbor and I uh just wanted to let you know I’ve uhm been…watering your plants for you.” He explains as you try to adjust your robe so he can’t see the week old pajamas you have on.

“My plants? Oh god my plants.” Your eyes go wide as you remember all the flowers you have on your back patio. “They must be in such bad shape by now.” You run a hand over your face in an attempt to hide your embarrassment and Eddie just shakes his head at you.

“No no they’re fine really uhm most of them have kinda sorta turned a weird shade of green so I think they’ll be okay.” You let out a sigh of relief. “I just figured I’d introduce myself to you in case you look out your window and see me..I’m also uhm always around if you…ever wanna talk or uh…anything.” You give him a little nod as he rubs at the back of his neck clearly nervous and you can tell he means everything he just said so you just smile at him.

“Thank you Eddie that’s really sweet of you.” He just smiles as you introduce yourself and nods as he looks down at his feet for a moment before turning to head down your front steps. “I really appreciate it.” You add as he looks over his shoulder at you.

“You’re welcome…it’s nice to finally meet you.” He states as he gives you a small wave before he heads back over to his house.

Over the next few days Eddie notices you have slowly began watering your plants again and one day he gets home to find a few potted plants of his own sitting on his porch with a little note that says “Water daily and make sure they get sunlight and if you ever need someone to look after them for you let me know” followed by your name and number.

[coralinnii]

I have a request for the villainess AU. For Ace and Deuce, what if it was a love triangle between the MC? I just can’t imagine them being separated because them fighting over the Mc is much funnier!

❋ Being Reincarnated into a New World as the Bad Guy ❋

↳ Love Triangle scenario(?)

feat: Ace and Deuce

genre: humour, budding romance, friends-to-something more?

note: part of the “Reincarnated into a New World as the Bad Guy” series or the Villain/ess au, part of the 2.7k followers event, references to other villain/ess au works (specifically Riddle ver.), Ace + Deuce + reader are old enough to drink, no pronouns used with reader, minor mention of death

I don’t usually do the love triangle trope because real life ones hurt alot and it brings up some bad memories, but I’ll consider it for this, just for y’all~ I genuinely tried but rather than a love triangle, I may have accidentally created a… (seriously was not my intention)

Villain/ess au Series Masterlist

2.7K Followers Writing Event

Before the oath of the sword, the three of you made an oath of your own. One of unquestioned trust and camaraderie. No matter where the string of fate would take either of you, the promise made one drunken night between you, Ace, and Deuce was stronger.

That night was fuelled with unrestrained emotions, with shouting and tears, most coming from you. Especially when you awoke one day with strange visions flooded your dreams, vivid images that spoke of a horrible future for you.

Memories of a strange novel, one that eerily resembles your current world down to each royal family member and even your friends’ lives. But while a hero’s glory awaits your dearest ones, you were left as a tragic minor antagonist.

A mere childhood friend of Ace and Deuce, you became jealous of a former baron’s daughter suddenly turned Queen when she grew close to your friends as her knight escorts. You turned to petty acts in response, spewing nasty rumours among the townfolks of the new Queen but like an angelic protagonist, she revealed your misdeeds but forgave you for your childish taunts. Nevertheless, you lost the respect of your only friends and you were left behind.

But despite the Queen’s pardon, King Riddle heard of your disgraceful behaviour against his beloved and called for your immediate execution, which became the final push for Ace and Deuce to join in the Queen’s rebellion against her own tyrannical husband. Because that’s all you were, a mere catalyst for the story to continue on.

You couldn’t imagine yourself turning into a cliche bully and admittedly, the idea of your untimely demise left you shaking in fear on occasion. But the worst of your premonitory dreams was the predicted end of your friendship.

The looks of disgust and disappointment that painted Ace’s and Deuce’s face seared into your mind, your heart shattering like glass at their wishes to never see you again. The fear of abandonment stings you like a crack in your heart which never healed, it scared you to the point that the moment you saw them happily enjoying the night, you drunkenly cried out.

“I love you so much, please don’t leave me.”

Unceremoniously, your body slumped onto the tavern’s table as you blacked out into an alcoholic slumber. How evil of you, conveniently unable to explain what you meant by your slurred confession, or to whom you were referring to.

Ace and Deuce were visibly distracted during their knight training the morning after, one of the few times that they must separate from you. Your words looping over and over in their heads like an endless echo. Your voice pleaded so sincerely with tears cascading down your cheeks.

“What should we do, Ace?” Deuce broke the awkward silence during their water break, finally taking a step to mention the elephant in the room. Your words that resembled a wistful confession struck him with worry (and a hint of budding hope). But unlike him, Ace was quick to look for possible excuses for your actions.

“Don’t be dumb. It was probably just the alcohol talking. Don’t you remember how much we all drank?” The reddish hue of Ace’s cheeks however betrayed his true emotions. In truth, he was just as frazzled by your words as Deuce was. He kept trying to convince himself that you meant nothing by it, to not get his hopes up. But the little devil on his shoulder whispers in his ear, “but what if you did mean something by it?”

Since then, you felt that your time spent with the duo increased since your last outing. Instead of staying back in the knight’s barracks right after training, Ace and Deuce visited your hometown more often that was not the most convenient travel destination. You felt at least one pair of eyes, either sea blue or rose red or both, watching you before turning away when you tried to catch their gaze.

But it seems that some people did noticed something different with the two young men, specifically their family. Deuce’s mother would smile knowingly at you whenever you drop by to offer some assistance in her business, occasionally mentioning how much her son has grown. Funnily enough, Ace’s older brother mentioned something similar about the redhead, though it was more laced with a teasing tone than one of filial affection.

But you weren’t one to look a gift horse in the mouth. You enjoyed the frequent visits of your best friends, especially knowing they will be even busier when the announcement of a new royal member would take your precious moments with them. Rumours were spread about the town of a mysterious figure locked in a tower which were not part of your memories, but your wary heart kept you mindful of the possible news regarding the imperial family.

Your worries intensified when Ace and Deuce announced their new task once dawn breaks, they were to escort the newest addition to the royal family back to the palace. In an attempt to quell your unease, you made an embarrassing request.

“You want to do what?” A bright red hue on Deuce’s face heavily contrasted with his raven blue hair, but you were no position to tease him as you could assume that your embarrassed complexion was no better. “Y-You mean…you…and us…”

The three of you lost track of time chatting and goofing off in your quarters and didn’t realize how the sun has long gone to rest for the night. Instead of returning to their own home, you asked if the two knights were willing to stay over the night, like in your younger days. Back when you three were more used to wooden swords than ones of steel, when your only worry was if your parents were going to cook your favourites that night.

Back when you three shared the same bed together.

“It’s not that crazy of a request…” you pouted but you supposed it was rather absurd to ask your friends, who old enough to be considered men, something so childish. Perhaps those carefree days are truly long gone.

“I’m not opposed to it” Ace gave his signature cheeky smile as he naturally wrapped his arm around your shoulder, slightly leaning his weight onto you. “If you just can’t help but miss our company, we can have a good ol’ slumber party. Just like old times~”

You’re starting to reconsider your request.

But Ace wasn’t done. “Well, it’s not exactly like old times. We’re definitely bigger than back when we were kids”

The redhead was obviously right. The three of you were nothing like the tiny versions of you in the past, and your best friends have certainly bulked up since they started their journey into knighthood. You tried your best but you couldn’t help but gaze in appreciation of the hard work the two of them did to build the stamina and muscles to protect their kingdom, respectfully of course.

“I doubt that all three of us can fit on your teeny little bed.” the scarlet-eyed knight exaggerated his point by squinting his fingers to describe your bed. “I guess Deucey’s just gonna have to go home for tonight.”

“Hey, wait a minute! Why me?!” Deuce snapped out from his flustered daze to glare at Ace, pulling his shaggy-haired companion by the neck of his shirt. “Who are you to tell me what to do?”

Ace remained unperturbed, too used to the blunette’s burst of anger “It’s nothing personal, buddy. But you grind your teeth real loud at night. How is any of us gonna get any sleep?”

“Well you’re a pain to wake up in the morning!” Deuce angrily countered. “Don’t make it our problem to get your ass up tomorrow.”

You watched your best friends bicker and argue, as if you didn’t already know of their terrible sleeping habits. Sure, Deuce grinds his teeth but you always tried to gently soothe his jaw hoping to relax him. Ace may sleep like the dead but his cute little pout every time he finally wakes up makes the effort all worth it to you.

They were idiots, but they were your idiots.

“Will you both stop fighting already?” Ace and Deuce immediately paused as your voice caught their attention, like it always does. “No one’s gotta leave. My bed is not that small, you know?”

To prove your point, you took each of the boy’s hand and led them without issue. For someone as tall and built as them, they were so easy to pull and push as you please. Carefully, you pressed your hands against their chest to push them backwards onto your bed. You then crawled onto the bed yourself between Ace and Deuce, the men automatically shifting their bodies to make space for you.

Satisfied, you laid onto your back and you took the hand of both men, each of your hand snuggly holding their warm, calloused ones. You smiled brightly at the fuzzy feelings of nostalgia bubbling in you, pressing your joining hands to your chest, atop of your beating heart.

“See, no one needs to leave.” your bright eyes looked up to your favourite people, cheeky joy evident in your gaze.

A rare occurrence, the two chatty troublemakers were left speechless. In their defence, they were too busy trying to contain the burst of happiness in their hearts to reply back to you, barely pushing the redness of their cheeks at bay.

[ray-winters]

we just wanna hear any hcs you have for our boy misch

Alright, y’all asked for it, buckle up:

Mischa makes most of his money from an apprenticeship he has at the only tattoo parlor in Uranium City. He gets paid a bit, and on top of that he gets free tattoos (which is where he got all of his from). Plus it keeps him out of the house and also pisses his very traditionally valued adoptive parents off. Win win.

My Mischa only has tattoos on his right arm bc I am left handed so HE is left handed- he does his own tattoos mostly. He was going to start a sleeve on his left arm after he got home from the fall fair.

Speaking of his tattoos; the first tattoo he gave himself was one that says “Bad Egg” w/devil horns and a devil tail. “Bad Egg” was something his adoptive dad would frequently call him, so it was his way of reclaiming the name for himself, and pissing off his adoptive parents bc they were viciously anti-tattoo

He has another tattoo of a crescent moon with a “ - T” next to it bc he asked Talia to draw him something to put on his body. She drew the moon because of the time difference between Kyiv & Uranium, any time she sees the moon she knows she’s going to hear from Mischa soon. So she began to associate Mischa with the moon.

My personal fav tattoo I gave Mischa is that stereotypical “S” where you draw 6 lines and connect them. This is brand fucking new to Mischa, he had never seen it before, and he thought it was dope af, so he tattooed it on himself immediately.

He has a tattoo of a pot leaf, but it’s not very good so everyone always thinks it’s a Canadian maple leaf. Which drives him up the wall.

Mischa has taken in a small black cat that would hang around the tattoo parlor and would occasionally follow him home. It lives with him in the basement, it comes and goes, and it is a well kept hidden secret.

Mischa hangs at Noel’s house…a lot. Noel’s mom lets him stay the night often bc she knows about his home life and thinks it’s disgraceful, so she takes care of him.

Mischa was class clown and relatively popular at his high school in Ukraine- which is the polar opposite of how he’s received at St. Cassian’s. People either are afraid of him, or they try to make fun of him, so either way he has found himself alone most of the time.

He’d never admit it, but Mischa does actually enjoy hanging with the kids in the choir. He gets to hang with his bestie, Noel. He admires Constance’s patience and kindness, he thinks she’s probably the best person in Uranium. While he and Ocean get on each other’s nerves, there’s a small part of him that secretly looks forward to their fights. But only a little bit. He doesn’t notice Ricky is there until after the accident, and then spends a large chunk of his time trying to rectify that by getting to know/encourage Ricky.

He and Noel became friends bc some of the boys who were trying to bully Mischa were also bullying Noel. When Mischa was about to start defending Noel, Noel ended up proving he can defend himself with his quick wit rather than fists. This is a trait that Mischa admires a lot, so they pretty much joined forces that day and they’ve been the dynamic duo of Uranium City ever since.

Mischa has pretty severe abandonment issues and it prone to panic attacks because of it. He’s more of a “suffer in silence” kind of guy, so it takes someone with patience and kindness like Constance to give him some tips on how to calm himself down. I.E. remembering a calming situation like “climbing back into your bed in the morning and feeling the heat left over from your body.”

Mischa had been kicked out of a few schools in Uranium, and his adoptive figures (they’re not really parents, barely guardians) gave him one last chance at St. Cassian’s. When he was caught stealing the communion wine, Father Marcus told him he HAD to join the choir and that he HAD to at the very least sing at the competition. Which is why he doesn’t do any choreo during the opening number.

Addendum- he does ONE move during the opening number. The finger wag on “oh no no” because Noel came up with that move, and after Ocean tried to cut it, Mischa said it was the only move he’d do even if it was cut. So he forced her to keep the move in via malicious compliance.

Over the course of the musical, there isn’t really a moment where he thinks he’s gonna win. His life wasn’t fair, why should his death be any different.

He thinks Jane is THE coolest and THE most metal thing he’s ever seen. After she finishes her number, his heart is effectively broken for her.

When Constance punches Ocean, Mischa doesn’t have the “FUCK YEAH” reaction that you’d expect. It’s actually met with some sadness. He’s always encouraging Constance to stick up for herself, and to not take Ocean’s shit. But, he respects that she has patience and kindness. When Constance punches Ocean, he almost sees it as a failure on his part.

The reason in my head why Mischa and Ocean feud so much is because they remind each other of one another’s parents. Ocean is the poster child of excellence in Uranium, Mischa’s adoptive parents have said more than once that they wish he could “be like that Ocean girl” - on the contrary, Ocean has caught Mischa smoking weed before. His incredibly radically liberal world view reminds her of her hippy parents. They get that anger out at them on each other. But at the end of the show, they both have a deeper respect for one another. Ocean for Mischa because she sees the real him, who is gentle & compassionate. Mischa for Ocean because she does the most selfless thing she could possibly do, which he respects infinitely.

I’m sure I have more but these are the HC’s that immediately came to mind. This is what makes Majestic Rep’s Mischa, Mischa.

[littledollll]

So it goes..

Lucifer Morningstar x reader

A/n: another 10 year one finally done! I wrote this back in October. Idk If I love this but it’s decent and it’s content, so yay!

This one the poll! It’s not my proudest work but I hope y’all enjoy.

Warnings: just a lot of description, mentions of overstim, back scratching, a mess.

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Messy wouldn’t even begin to describe that night. It was passionate, needy, desperate. It also felt intimate, and deeply romantic.

The room was filled with moans, gasps of pleasure, and that annoying creaking of the bed each time they thrusted into you with abandon. It wouldn’t be the first time the bed breaks under your tangled, and unbearably hot bodies.

How you got here was a blur, but a part of you was fine not knowing the answer as to how, not when you were busy digging your nails painfully into the shoulder blades of your beloved devil. Something about hearing them hiss in pain made you lose your mind.

Lucifer’s lips, their cheek and all the way down their jaw to their neck, all littered with kisses and delightfully marked in your lipstick... you think they look beautiful, but they’ll certainly wipe it all away the second this is over, so you enjoy the sight as much as you can.

You could hear the wet, sticky noise between your bodies, which only served to turn you even more if that was even possible. It was dirty, so very dirty, you loved every second. Your nails dragged down Lucifer’s back the closer and closer you got, and you were met with groans and moans in return as they nuzzled into your neck, a shiver going down their spine and to the very tip of their wings, making them flutter.

The thought of stopping after you both came undone never seemed to reach your minds. There was no hesitation, not even consideration for it as Lucifer mindlessly continued, with you blindly giving into them.

Contrasting their hard and fast thrusts, Lucifer’s hand so softly made it way between your bodies, gently caressing over your torso, your stomach, your hips, the outside of your thighs so readily available for them, so pliable under their gentle hold. They could feel each muscle twitch under their fingertips as breathy moans slipped past your lips at every touch.

Their eyes were drunk in pleasure and yours lost in ecstasy. It’s anything but slow but certainly romantic. Them being submissive to you, and you to them. An equal about of worship for each other going both ways and yet you know little about what exactly initiated this almost animalistic need between you.

Which is why it took you by surprise when suddenly, Lucifer’s weight pressed down on you. Not completely, as they held themselves up by their forearms situated on each side of your head. You could feel almost every inch of their skin touching yours.

The change of pace was certainly welcome as it was about time you took a break, you both knew that yet actively refused to. So infatuated with each other and too lost in the moment to you’ve yourselves a chance to actually breathe for once. But their thrusts became slow, and deep. Lucifer’s face nuzzled into the crook of your neck, giving you the perfect chance to listen and enjoy their sweet moans and whimpers.

You relaxed at the comfortable pace, feeling a soft sigh against your neck as one of your hands lightly grasped at their hip, the other wandering into their messy hair with a gentle caress.

Seeing their lazy thrusts and clingy attitude you quickly realized they were significantly more far gone than you were. Giving them a light squeeze on the hip just to make sure they’d hear you, you spoke softly. “are you alright, my love?” They only hummed in response, pressing a light kiss on your pulse point.

“You don’t want to stop, do you?” Lucifer could tell you were feeling amused by their state. They whimpered, slightly embarrassed by their own needy behavior, but nodded regardless.

Everything felt so overstimulating at this point. Yet it somehow didn’t make them want to stop. “Gonna stay nice and slow?” You asked, your voice breathy and worn out. Lucifer shifted to look at you for a moment. Wanting to make sure you were truly okay with this, that you wanted to and weren’t just complying for them.

Taking the chance, you pulled them into a kiss. There was nothing desperate about it, just a soft and reassuring kiss. Once again, you trailed open-mouthed kisses over their cheek, down their jaw until you reached their collarbones, being rewarded by a moan or whine following each.

You giggled as you looked up at them to find hazy, love-filled eyes staring back at you, and definitely more than ready to continue.

[silvershiningtarot]

PAC What’s The Bond Between You & Your Spouse 🥹😀

Disclaimer: 18+ mature and I just want to thank all birthday wishes and my followers because I appreciate everything. So this is a general reading and I am going to do a little something I never done in a PAC general reading before. These are All Three Piles. This about your bond with your husband’s it is

Pile 1: The bond you have with your husband it is deep and beautiful connection you have with them. I can see that you two are soulmates. This bond will help you two grow so much. I think through the hardship it will still help you grow. I felt that either you or them will run away because maybe, the connection will be too much for you or them. I heard “I won’t stop fighting.” Maybe, again, either you or them won’t give up on each other but someone has this fear 😨. So they might disappear on you. (Not in a bad way) I don’t sense nothing bad but I sense that some of you might be dealing with a situationship. It might cause a little bit of hurt. You might feel abandoned by them. You might leave them. So in the beginning, of this bond between you two y’all might have sex first. So you will be lusting over them and they’ll be lusting over you. I felt that you’ll be teasing them. I can see them chuckling 🤭 . I felt that you two will grow attached to each other instantly that’s what I heard. I feel that you two will influence each other into something better. So again, this could be a situation that is happening right now in y’all lives but right now it isn’t the right timing to make a move. I think they are scared and you might have to walk away from this person even right now. But you might have to walk away from your husband some of you. That is wack. But you know you can count on them for anything. They are loyal to you and you are to them. I feel that you two trust each other. You both believe in each other. I think some of you right now, it is leaving a situationship is what I am feeling but I think this bond between you and your husband it isn’t going to last being together but you guys will always stay in contact with each other. If that makes sense. Again, this relationship will be over and I don’t think you would want a second chance with them again. But you’ve learned the lesson you needed to learn from them. A few of you, I sense that this bond between you and your husband will expand your mind, body and soul. You’ll get to transcend with your husband, I heard “partner” some of you are with your partners right now. You probably ascending with them. So good luck 🍀 with you guys. But I see that this bond between you and your husband involves new beginnings, liberations, and rebirthing again. You’ll feel new with them and they’ll feel new with you. I heard them say “You changed my life, without you I would’ve been lost forever.” Aww, ain’t they are so sweet 🥹. Wow, you two will feel complete with each other. This bond will help you both. I am seeing A Forever card here. I'll post the picture here. After I am done. But you two will be committed to each other. You two will have parties together. Having fun together, spending time with friends and you two will be living in the moment together. Aww, such a beautiful bond for a few of you. These are your cards I Hope it resonate with you guys Pile 1

Pile 2 🌺: Aww, I can't I am blushing ☺️ over here. I think the bond between you and your husband is that you two will have faith because you both know that some of you are hopeless romantic. It is okay, there's nothing to be afraid of or ashamed of because I am the same way myself. I am a sucka for love ❤️. I'll take a picture for this pile 2 of y’all bonds with your husband. I can see that your bond with your husband is unconditional love ❤️ and you two will grow. You two will make each other whole and complete. For some of you, I think that you'll be dating your husband. Or you might decide to go back out there on a date and you might meet your husband there. I had a vision that your husband was at the same restaurant you were and you were wearing this silky red dress and I could see them just staring at you. They just walked up to you and started complimenting you and introducing themselves to you. I just heard them say “My apologies, but just wanted to say you are the most beautiful woman/man in this restaurant.” Aww, they won't stop thinking about you after this date. This bond is a soul connection bond. It is so beautiful and magical. It is like a dream come true but also a fairytale as well. Not like these Disney movies but your version of it. This bond is everlasting love 💕, Union, and marriage 💍. I see so much commitment here. They just want you and only you. 🤭🤭🌎🌹💋🌎🤭. Here are the cards that came out for you Pile 2 💋🌹💋

Pile 3 🌹: Alright, The bond between you and your husband, I saw something weird but I can't explain it. Maybe, your husband will stalk you (in a healthy way) that's what I feel. I sense that your husband will be chasing after you even if you don't want to be with them. This reminds me of the show Family Matters when Steve kept chasing after Laura. I do see a lot of codependency here. So at times, it can get a little heavy between the both of you. But you'll be self-indulgent in yourself better. I see that you'll be having scented candles in the house or apartment. You'll start going inward in yourself. Doing a lot of shadow work. You guys will heal y'all inner child and I feel that you guys will both do a lot of shadow. This bond is about self-love in y'all self. Which is a good thing. I don't sense in my opinion, this is your twin flame but if y'all intuition feels that this is y’all twin flame then that's cool. But I don't think so. I heard “They might take that risk being with you.” or You might take a chance on them. I have a sense of freedom. I don't think you guys like to settle down. I feel that your freedom is important to all. But I do sense that a few of you, want a relationship with your husband. This bond between you and them will be tough but worth it. Okay, these are cards that came out for Pile 3. If you feel resonate with this pile then good.

Thank you guys for the birthday shout Out!! I felt so much love ❤️ from you guys.

[lesbianlores]

Riri Links

Contains: Porn links (All of them are twitter except for one), pussy eating, tribbing, strap slinger Riri, just FILTH.

Parings: Riri x fem reader

A/N: I saw someone do this and i just HAD to do my lil one two 😝

18+ below this cut ‼️

━━。゜✿ฺ✿ฺ゜。━━

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 It’s 1pm in the afternoon, waking up mad late next to your girlfriend after a long night of intense sex. She looked so peaceful in her sleep, you admired her in awe but as your gaze went lower and lower on her naked body you became hot and bothered. You rubbing those thick thighs together for stimulation eventually woke her up.

“You ight?” she asked, that sexy ass raspy voice she wakes up with making your cunt leak even more.

“You makin’ me needy, looking so good right now. Lemme just get one nut in before we start our day, you don’t even gotta do the work.” You begged, pressing your nude body against hers.

“Ight mama, use me and make that pussy cum.”

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 You’ve been indecisive on what details you want on your nails because of the high prices, Riri being the lovely girlfriend she is sent you 200 dollars so you could get whatever you want, the only thing she asked in return was for you to send a picture of them so she could see. Taking advantage of the distance from her in Wakanda and you in America you sent a little something else.

“My nails r finally done baby 😍!”

“Oh yeah? lemme see em.”

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“Here you go ☺️”

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 After a long day of annoying teachers, hours of not seeing each other, days of not touching each other, you and Riri finally has an entire day to yourselves. The two of your went out on a cute date and as soon as y’all walked through the front door of your shared dorm, she grabbed you aggressively completely abandoning her bag on the floor and threw you on the bed.

“Take that shit off.” She said leaving to grab her strap, not even waiting a second after you took those clothes off to turn you over and shove it in. She already knew how wet you were, had you screaming how much you missed her.

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 You had an attitude with Riri all day, giving her silent treatment after finding out a girl was flirting with her through her dms. She explained to you several times that she didn’t entertain it and you knew that, I mean you saw the messages yourself. She repeatedly told the girl she was happily with you then blocked her when she didn’t want to give it up, truth is you’re not actually mad at her. You’re just provoking her to punish you, to fold your legs to your chest and thrust her strap deep inside. Her telling you to “Shut up.” since you want to give silent treatment it better stay that way when she dick you down.

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 Riri had been rocking the same old ass cornrows for a little over a month and you’re tired of looking at it, you’ve asked her when she plans to get her hair done and she says she cannot find a style she wants.

“What about these? These are cute!” You said pointing at the style shining from the screen of your phone.

“That look like it take too long, ion like sittin in a dirty ass chair for hours.” She said irritated at the thought.

“Riri,” You said sternly staring at her as she stared back nonchalantly “How about I do them for you huh? I’m so sick of looking at them old ass cornrows at the top of your head.”

“Ight bet, i’ll pay you afterwards.” Fast forward two hours of Riri getting mad at you for HER tender head and several breaks later you’re finally done with her head.

“Pay up sista.” You said holding out your hand for what you expected was money but suddenly Ri pulled you by the legs taking off your bottoms. You looked at her simultaneously shocked and confused, Riri just smiled and said-

“What? You thought I was paying with money?” as she laughed.

━━。゜✿ฺ✿ฺ゜。━━

A/N: Even though I don’t like this it’s been in my drafts for so long and i’m tired of looking at it so here y’all go, hope you enjoyed it. 😭

[rinbowaman]

ↀOUBLE IIROUBLE - CHAPTER TWELVE

For once, there isn't any smut....HOWEVER.....

Warnings: mentions of murder, implications of gruesome torture, collection of body parts/organs, secret family history, intentions of murder, restraint, forcefully restraining y/n, some hints of conspiracy, conspiring others to hold a secret, cursing...think that's it. I really do feel bad for y/n in this one….This also isn't proofread....sorry. -___-

Next chapter is series finale! Be ready y’all!

It had been two days since Danny confronted you and the boys, revealing his knowledge of your hidden love affair and unexpected pregnancy. You bit your nails out of anxiety, staring out the window and watched as each drop of rain trails down the glass. You became so overwhelmed and nervous, you feared the worst and furthermore, despite his claims of not informing your mother, you wondered if Danny had divulged the details of what you had been doing with your twin stepbrothers for the last nine months, ever since she and Danny tied the knot. Was it too late to abort everything and start over? You considered restarting the entire avenue of how things came to be, you couldn’t deny that you’ve thought about it, yet the idea of abandoning the two men you had fallen for, regardless that it was forced and the nature of your love was more than likely due to Stolkholm Syndrome, was all unbearable. How could you leave them? Not only did you return their affection, but there was no way the boys would ever let you leave or go in peace. Surely, they would have haunted you and taken drastic measures to bring you back, you’ve already seen a hint of their ugliness with all the training and punishments they pushed on you. Aside from their obsessive nature, you have found yourself unable to imagine a world without them; you needed and depended on them so much for the last six months, how were you able to function without their generous consideration and devotion, especially now that you’ve not only gotten used to it, but embraced it. And then there was the baby…your baby, their baby…no doubt the thing was no bigger than the size of a pea, but the thought of you erasing it from your memory, knowing full well that you would have created something beautiful became ultra devastating. You couldn’t do it, you won’t. 

The only resolution you could accept was that your mother would find out about you and the twins, and that a huge debacle would unravel between you three and the parents, but it was a love worth fighting for. Your rational sense, well, if you can call it rational among everything that’s happened, told you of the legalities in this situation. It wasn’t illegal to have a consensual love affair between three people, minus the fact that no one would ever know that the relationship did not start out that way, but that didn’t matter to you anymore. You became theirs, and they were yours, it didn’t matter if it was all forced through struggles, pain, and a training process; you had already come so far and done so much, there was no looking back. You weren’t related to them, so really, was there anything genuinely wrong with what was going down? Could your mother be at all mad? Disagreeable, perhaps. You’re quite certain that she would have never thought that her daughter would be one to grow and indulge in such a sinful relationship that involved two men, yet it happened. Maybe…just maybe, this would all bend out through argument and tears. Or, it could end in a different way, one that had not crossed your mind…until Heeseung came into the room. 

“Aww, are you crying? What for? I told you everything is going to be fine, come here.” He walks into the room, gently closing the door behind as he smiles gracefully upon seeing the tear stains on your cheeks. He pats on his thigh as most dog owners would do, not that he treated you as one, he just knew that you liked it when he was gentle and soft. Getting up, you walk over and hug him tightly, and he returns the embrace. HIs nose duffles into your thatch of hair and inhales the scent, remarking how lovely you smelled. 

“God I love your scent…I dont think there’s anything in this world that looks or smells as good as you.” 

“W-where’s Heejeong.” 

Heeseungs eyes slowly open as his nose and mouth remain buried into your scalp. A pause of silence fills the air before he finally answers. 

“Heejeong is handling the matter of our parents.”

You look up, breaking the contact of his inhaling act as you look at him somewhat confused. “He’s going to see our parents?” You softly inquired, before continuing on as you watched him stare blankly at you. “Why didn't he take us? What is he going to say?” 

Sighing out, Heeseung grips your waist tightly, his fingers pinching your skin as he answers. “There won’t be much talking, that’s why you're here and' I’m keeping an eye on you.” 

Your eyes widened as you watched the shine of his eye disappear, becoming soulless and empty, matte as black velvet. “N….no…..no…..don’t….Heeseung no!” 

“Shhh…”

Attempting to calm you down, Heeseung restrains your movements as you burst out into sobs and made every effort to break free from his grasp to call Heejeong, how could they do this behind your back and eradicate the situation by doing the unthinkable towards Danny and your mother? 

“No! Not my mother! Heeseung please! Please call him! Please! She wont do anything to us! I promise! Please don’t do anything to her!” 

Your cries fell on deaf ears as Heeseung pins your arms securely to your sides, and brings you down on the floor where he wrapped his lengthy limbs to further secure you. “Shhh its okay baby…I promise everything is going to be okay. We’re going to be free from everyone and we’ll be together forever. The three of us.” 

Screaming, crying, and kicking, you nearly fainted upon feeling the extreme fatigue hit you as you were being forced to remain steady. Doing your best, you fought as hard as you could to break free from his grasp and prevent Heejeong from carrying out a deed that you did not approve of, yet with Heeseung burying his nose back into your head, he continues to inhale your scent, smiling maliciously as he pets your cheek and flawlessly keeps you steady in a trapped embrace, wiping away the fresh tears that spilled on your face. “Shhh, there….that’s a good girl. Be still and quiet, take a nap and I’ll wake you when Heejeong gets back.” 

……………………

Perhaps it was the way his tight hold around your arms and waist suffocated you, or maybe it was the exhaustion taking its effect, whatever it was, it bowed to Heeseung’s command and you undoubtedly felt yourself drifting off into a soundless doze while he hums a fruitful tune, as if he lullabied you to sleep. Within minutes, you were done, but not without the warm streams that coated your cheeks, and the image of your mother’s face being the last thing you think of before it became pitch black under closed eyes. 

……………………….

‘And so the young maiden ventures into a world that reeked of death, 

Unknowingly, she strays into a marriage with a bachelor intending to take her last breath. 

Though she may not have strayed in blindly, not knowing of what lies behind Bluebeard's closet, 

The pitiful, curious maiden will unveil the truth behind the rumors of her bethrothe’s torment.’

……………………….

Strategically parking the car aways, Heejeong calmly makes his way up the driveway of his father’s estate. Greeted by the familiar faces of his father’s guards and surveillance team, he flawlessly enters without being detected, after all, who would ever have thought that the young man, donning all black, would have any murderous intentions to carry out, especially against his own parents. Never minding the aftermath, he came more than prepared to carry out the deed and to pay off the guardsmen with stock bonds of his father’s corporation. Easily, it was an offer that no man or woman would refuse, especially if it meant they could retire at a prime age to any destination they wanted. The buyout is so generous, it even guaranteed a passport with one way tickets to a place of their choice, all they needed to do was to erase the footage, and speak of his presence and arrival to no one. 

Entering, he is greeted by the still silence that haunts the massive foyer. WIth a light on at a distance, Heejeong walks delicately through the narrow corridors that lead to the main room. The presence of his parents was lacking, yet he saw their vehicles and knew they had to be home. With his arms crossed, he takes a lingering stroll through the massive room, admiring the moon as it lays nudely in the center of the dark blue sky. The light illuminates his silver strands, and tones his olive complexion into a more pale color while the black cap shadows the darkness that lies beneath those matte black eyes. With cargo pants strapped with tactical knives, a kbar at his hip, and a small bundle of five-fifty cord, the image behind those items is hard to swallow for anyone who would be witness to what he intended to do, and yet…

“Are you here for your father?”

Turning around calmly, he stays composed and steady with an emotionless tone in his features. His arms remained crossed, with the sleeves of his black long sleeve rolled up, revealing the strength behind those veins that graced his forearms. 

“I’m actually here for you…and him.” 

He doesn’t make any sudden movements, and his eyes remained hidden under the bill of his hat, yet your mother spoke without any timidness in her voice. It was almost as if…

“I figured…I guess you’re here to talk to us?...Or maybe you’re here for something else…” 

She knew.

“By the sound of your voice, I’m guessing he already told you about his little visit last week?” Heejeong smirks in a condescending manner. Unsheathing the kbar from its leather cover, he flashes the lengthy blade as he taps the flat, shined edge of the knife against his chin. “Well now, since you already know about the baby, and by the sound of your voice it seems like you already know why I’m here.” Taking note of the woman’s lack of expression upon seeing the kbar made it easy to dictate that she knew of his reason for visit, yet the moment he mentioned the pregnancy, he was slightly shocked to find her eyes reacting, though he didn’t show any inclination of his confusion, at least not yet. 

“Y/n is….pregnant?”

“You mean he didn’t tell you? Hmph…fucking aye.”

Your mother shakes her head, looking down at the floor beneath her swarovski shoes. Her brows furrowed as tears began to welp up in the ducts of her eyes. 

“You don’t really need to cry, for you, I’ll make it quick.” Heejeong scoffs as he adjusts his grip, equipping the kbar for its intended use. 

“I’m not crying because I’m afraid of what you will do…Heejeong…” 

He had to be quite honest with himself, he was somewhat stunned at hearing her words, yet, the moment she appeared in the room, her reaction was anything but normal. She had already seemed to be aware of why he was here, and she didn’t seem to be so concerned about seeing the young man before her, dressed all in black while holding a large knife, seemingly flaring off a subtle threat, yet her tears weren’t because of that? 

“So enlighten me, why are you crying? Is it because you’re going to miss your daughter? Don’t worry, she’s with me and Heeseung, and we will take good care of her.” 

Your mother lifts her head and gives a chuckle that further confuses the man, it was a scoffing sense of laughter that only lasted for a split second before the look of fear and sadness drowned her face once more. “I know she has you both…I saw it in your…and Heeseung’s eyes the moment you both first met her….I saw the way you both looked at my daughter.” 

Furrowing his brows, Heejeong blinked before adjusting the expression to a more ruthless countenance. “Wait…so you’re telling me you know?” 

“Ha…Heejeong…a woman my age…I can tell when a man is smitten by love and obsession…let alone two.” 

The air fell silent and Heejeong merely stared at her, squinting his eyes with a fierce look, demanding an explanation. 

“I also knew…that my daughter probably didn’t have a choice when she moved in with you and your brother…am I correct on that?” 

Shifting his gaze on the marble tile, he emits small nods before giving off another malicious smirk her way. “Does that bother you? I can assure you, it was all done with good intentions. I love that girl, and so does Heeseung. We both cherish her, protect her, and have both become the father of the baby she carries. We are family, and all she will ever need is us.” Slowly, he takes his steps forward, closing in on the woman, yet came to a breaching halt the moment she spoke up, with a different kind of smile on her face. 

“I know…and I hope that you know how glad I am to hear it…especially when you say the word ‘protect’.” 

Furrowing his brows once more, Heejeong’s combat boots scuffs the tile as he abruptly stops mid way. “What the fuck is your deal? You knew about us practically kidnapping her, restraining her and holding her damn near hostage, the only thing you didn’t know about was the pregnancy yet…you don't seem to be bothered by that. What? Are you merely being supportive to save your own life? Or are you just a freak with a kink…that can understand the type of love we have for y/n?” 

Your mother sobs out, a burst of tears break free yet she laughs laconically, it almost appeared as if she went insane for a second. “Yes! Yes I understand that love you have for her and if the circumstances were different…maybe I wouldn’t have approved but the fact of the matter is…Heejeong…I need you and Heeseong to never leave my daughter. I need you both to keep her and take her far away from this place, as far as possible. I can’t tell you how delighted I was to hear when she ‘moved’ in with you both…yet I wasn’t as happy when I heard about what happened to Jeff…after hearing from her about all those terrible things he used to say…” 

Heejeong was beyond all lost. Was she truly just like them? Or was there something that she wasn’t telling, that caused this encouragement to dispel from her? She wasn’t at all concerned about you being with the twins, it seemed like she was concerned about something else. Heejeong was smart enough to sense that, yet he was having a hard time in fully cracking the code. “So…what you’re saying is…you’re okay with me and Heeseung being with y/n, despite the fact that you pretty much guessed…correctly I might add…that we are beyond in love with her…but have also tortured others and brutally killed for that love?” Raising a brow, Heejeong flashes the blade as he takes a couple more steps forward. “Don’t lie to me and try to save yourself now, that’s not going to end well. Nobody…and I mean nobody…is going to take Y/n away from us. Not you, your family, or my father.” 

Your mother breaks down once again, her knees meet the cold tile as she buries her face into her palms, kneeling before the man as she eludes a mixture of sobs and laughter. “Good…good…never….never break that promise….” 

Looking up, she notes the extreme confusion on the man’s face. Before he could say anything, she beat him to the punch. “Heejeong…I have to show you something…”

………………..

‘Before emitting his travels, where he would be gone till morning, 

Bluebeard gives the young maiden a single word of warning. 

“Stay away and do not open this door.” he tells her forcefully, 

Yet the maiden emits a false promise, her curiosity grows shamefully. 

…………………

Leading him to the study room, one that was grand and expelled the unique language of luxury, your mother maneuvers a hack, debunking the security system as she inputs the secret code that she found out during her stay in the mansion. 

“No one must know what I’m about to show you…” Looking back at Heejeong for reassurance, she receives it in a single nod as he huffs out a prolonged sigh, expressing a sense of irritation from whatever it was the woman was harboring in secret. “Just hurry up and show me already. If if you keep draggin this further I’m going to make it more painful than you will like…trust me. I have a dark side.” 

“One that was developed after meeting my daughter, I’m assuming?” with a snappy response, your mother looked back at Heejeong with a raised brow. “Trust me…you need to know the truth.” 

“The truth about what, woman?” Heejeong grows tired of your mother taking far too long in opening the door, after the security system accepts the code, Heejeong shoves your mother aside as he pushes the door wide open. “Okay, what is it?” 

Your mother makes her way toward the massive line of wall closets, each door in fine mahogany wood under protected lacquer gel paint. The golden brass handles were slim, yet elegantly decorated with engravings of peacock feathers. “Here…” Opening one of the skinny doors, she leaves it wide open for Heejeong to closely inspect. From afar, he could see the plastering of polaroid photos that were pinned on the inside of the door, with delicate crystal jars and lids, neatly organized on the shelves. “So…you wanted to show me my father’s locker?” 

Nodding her head, your mother encourages him to come closer. “Take a closer look…” 

Giving a harsh side eye, Heejeong glares at the woman before fully making his way in front of the locker’s interior…and there… 

“What….is this?....What the fuck is this?” 

……………………..

‘With the young maiden’s curiosity at its peak, 

She takes the golden key and inserts it without taking a second blink. 

Upon opening the closet door, there she stood in gruesome horror as she looks,  

The bodies of Bluebeard's missing wives, all hanging, bloodied and butchered on steel hooks. 

Quickly, she closes the door, and removes the key from the lock,  

Only to find that the blood red dye on the golden metal became her doomsday clock. 

Permanently remaining, no matter how much she scrubbed and soaked, 

Unfolding her lack of honesty, this was the trickery under Bluebeard's cloak.’

………………………

“This….is your father’s work.”  Your mother solemnly tells him, cradling her own arms, she issues fresh tears of sympathy as Heejeong takes in the note of her words, and recognizes the photos of the various young women. “Aren’t these the girls from the news? The ones that have been missing?” 

Shaking her head, your mother clarifies. “Not missing…not anymore. A lot of them had been found…in pieces and without a single breath in their body. The ones that the police haven’t found…trust me…they’re out there in ruin…your father is a monster.” 

Trailing his sight down, one particular photo catches his eye. “What is my mother’s picture doing here?” Taking the polaroid, he shifts a demanding glare over to her as he pinches the photo of his mother, with him and Heeseung as children by her side. Your mother quietly sobs. “Heejeong…I am so…so sorry….for you and your brother.” 

Heejeong’s heart skips a beat. He crumbles the photo in hand, though he instantly regrets it as the lone surviving memory of his mother crinkles in his palm. He didn’t need, nor did he want for her to clarify. He wouldn’t have been able to swallow it down had he heard it. He already knew what this had meant, all those times when he and Heeseung constantly questioned their father or their mother’s whereabouts, only to be told that she left due to the constant arguing and bickering. For years, he and his brother had thought their father drove their mother away, with his constant philandering habits with the younger women, and his abusive authority, it had only made sense that she would leave…yet the one thing he could never make sense out of, was why she had left without saying anything to him or his brother? Why did she never come back to see them? 

“She never left…at least…not by her choice….” 

Your mother’s words shatters Heejeong’s state of mind, as the anger drives up from his chest and into his brain. Gulping a hard swallow, he couldn’t even find it within himself to grow teary eyed, the rage took over and prevented him from feeling anything else. Lifting his sights, he inadvertently takes in a close sight of what was contained within those crystal jars. The delicate grooves of the container's decoration obscured the details, yet it wasn’t hard for him to see that within those fine jars, were ‘tokens’ of his father’s victims. Fingers, hands, eyeballs, hair, and even internal organs. Everything was sickening, even for someone like him. Sure, he and Heeseung were murderers, technically, yet they only did what they deemed necessary in order for them to keep you. No one was going to separate you three, and they were willing to do anything to keep it that way. But never in a million years would they resort to murder out of pure pleasure, unless it was for your safety and comfort, despite you not seeing it that way. 

As heartless it may have sounded, Heejeong cared less about the murdered women, so long as you were not a part of that list. He was not at all thrilled about finding out his own mother was a part of that statistic, yet she was no more than a distant memory, you were the only thing he and his brother cared about now, however, it went without saying that his father’s actions against his beloved mother deserved only one punishment that he deemed worthy, death. 

“So how long have you known this about my father?” Heejeong coldly states as he stares at the jars before him, even taking a moment to delicately remove one of the lids, only to gently shut it back up once the pungent scent of formaldehyde kicked in. 

“...It was before the wedding…”

Heejeong’s eyes grew wide as he tilted his head. “You knew for that long and didn’t say anything?” Clenching his teeth, he grew furious as the concept of your mother keeping the truth of his mother a secret for so long enraged him more, yet what made him even more angry was the fact that she knew, and yet never said anything, knowing full well that you could have been a potential victim, considering you were a young woman, pretty, and too gentle nature for your own good, much like all the victims that were targeted. 

“Did you ever consider that y/n would be at risk? Look at these women! Y/n is ten times the woman than any of these girls…and you not only kept silent, but married him? I should fucking kill you right now.” Shooting his hand forward, he grips your mother’s neck as he shoves her against the wall. “I’ll fucking slit your throat, cut you to pieces and place you in jars for him to come home to.” 

“I….it was for y/n’s safety that I married your father.” 

“What the fuck are you talking about?” Confused, yet still enraged, Heejeong’s grip tightens as he chokes your mother out, before releasing and allowing her to catch her breath. “Fucking explain and get to the damn point.” 

“Y…your father…” coughing, your mother chokes up as she quietly sobs in between her words. “Your father admitted….shortly after meeting him….when I met him at the event….I wasn’t alone. I was with my nieces…y/n’s cousins….he was…he was going after them. So he came and greeted us….he was going to eventually get their information and over time….they would have ended up just like these girls….but….but….” her eyes welded up as she sobbed hysterically. “He saw y/n’s photo on my phone screensaver….he saw her and immediately dropped everything….once he found out that she was my daughter….he pretended to love me….he asked me to marry him…and I accepted…but then….one night…..” your mother’s sobs calmed down, as she kneels back down on to the floor, barely able to function as she recollects the discovery of Danny’s unusually gruesome habit. 

“One night…he came home…bloodied and just….I could see it wasn't him bleeding…he was covered in some else's blood…he didn’t know I was awake….so when I saw him….he just laughed…..and he told me…..he….he told me…..”

……………….

“Well…since we’re having a moment of honesty, I think it’s appropriate for you to know that I am only marrying you to get closer to y/n….she is so lovely. Oh but don’t worry, she won’t be added to the jars like the rest of them…no…she’s far too beautiful for that. I am going to marry her. Now, if you want to live, I have no intention of wasting my time or my shiny tools on you, but I will…if I have to….if you want to live…and if you want your daughter to keep living, then I suggest you stay silent. After some time, we’ll get a quickie divorce, you go away and I will marry y/n. During the meantime, you will convince her to agree to the marriage, just….tell her how good in bed I am, that should help out. Right?” 

……………….

Danny’s laughter following his tasteless joke was all your mother could remember. She explained to Heejeong, that she had been secretly trying to find a way to escape, along with Y/n, away from Danny. Yet there was no plan that was sound enough for her to carry out….until. 

“When you both met y/n….and I saw the look of obsession that overtook you both during dinner that night…I knew…I knew that was y/n’s way out of this….you two are what was going to protect her….while I find a way out. I-I….I could never let him have y/n…I feigned loyalty to him all for the sake of keeping him from doing anything behind my back. So yes…I stayed silent and acted the part….but by doing so, I bought you both time to take her…bring her to your home….love her…impregnate her…and now…I am buying you time to take her away and do what you need to do with Danny.” 

Shutting his eyelids halfway, Heejeong gives a seldom glare as your mother grovels at his feet. “Please…please take her away. I don’t care if you take her away from me, just please….keep her safe…keep her away from Danny…do what you have to do….Heejeong…don’t let that man near her!” 

“Where is my father?” Heejeong calmly states as it dawned on him that Danny had been absent the entire night. 

“He went on a trip over night….he comes back tomorrow morning. He….I think he went to find a clinic….at first I didn’t know what it was for but….when you said earlier that y/n was pregnant….I think he is finding a way to get her institutionalized….so he can keep her away from you two.” 

Turning his head once more, he stares at the crystal jars before kneeling down on one knee. Sheathing his kbar, an eerie smirk develops, one that he displayed before he did away with Jeff. 

“Well, I suggest that you pack your bags and leave town…leave the country even.”  

Standing back up, with no sense of sympathy in his expression or tone, Heejeong takes his phone out, and hands it to your mother. Looking at the screen, she shifts a wide eye stare back to Heejeong after noticing that his banking app was open. 

“Put your account information in there, and type in a number. I don’t care what or how high, type in any number you want with as many zeroes you can fit in. Once it transfers to your account, get your stuff and leave.” 

Your mother graciously holds the phone in both palms, yet refrains from typing anything in. “If…if I leave…wiill…will I ever get to see y/n again?”

Crossing his arms, Heejeong’s lids grow heavier. “Why would you? She has me and Heeseung, she doesn’t need you. We are all she’ll ever have and need, mother or not, if I were you….I’d stay away. I’m not going to show you the same clemency as tonight…you come near her, I’ll finish what I came to do.” 

Your mother flared a saddened smile, before handing the phone back. “I don’t need your money. Danny left his safe open, he never worried about me taking anything and leaving because he knew that with y/n here, I was forced to be trapped and play along. But now that you know the truth…I don’t need to play anymore….will I?

…………………………

“Fearing for her life, the young maiden sends one of the servants away with a horse and message in hand. 

“Fetch my brothers! Tell them what is bound to happen to me, for they love me more than any man can!”

Desperate, the young maiden waits, not knowing if she will remain living come morning. 

Bluebeard makes his way back home, where the young maiden awaits, each hour nearing his foreboding. “

Authors notes: the motha-f*cking plot twist!!!

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[brandogenius]

oh we NEED smth abt grumpy!masc!readers first time crying in front of julien

-🦧

imma write this one before i go to bed hehehe it is 1am but this is all i can think about rn RAHHH

‼️RPF‼️

BLURB - julien x masc grumpy reader - first time crying

- the first time reader cried in front of julien was actually during a fight 😭

- back and forth between each other for the past three days. what was the cause? they both don’t even remember. all they know is tensions were high in the house. any small thing would set them off into a screaming match

- it was about different things. right now julien was shouting at masc because they went out for a smoke (even after promising jb they wouldn’t smoke anymore) to cope with the stress and constant anxiety

- reader has been worried sick with anxiety for the past few days. obviously they won’t show it. worried julien might end up leaving and never coming back. or calling it quits.

- it was something reader worried about deep inside. about people abandoning them. getting too attached to people for them to end up leaving. it’s why they close their walls up and shove people away. a facade to stop getting close to people. yet julien was the one who managed to break the walls down just a tiny bit

- masc grumpy reader watching julien shout and point a finger. reader ignoring jb. not wanting to reply or fight. in their head thinking keeping silent would be better.

- yes it hurts and it’s tiring to fight with your partner but reader won’t stand there and be shouted at for having one cigarette

- julien just walking out of the room and stomping upstairs. reader hot on julien’s tail. anxiety and dread filling their stomach like “where the fuck are you going?” and julien’s in the bedroom taking a suitcase out of the wardrope like “if you’re not gonna listen to me then i’m leaving”

- reader standing there like “no- no you can’t” and julien’s like “idc” and at this point reader is standing at the door like with tears in their eyes trying to stop them from rolling down their face. you know with that lump in your throat you can’t talk or you’ll end up sobbing

- julien with her back faced reader, packing her shorts but hears this sniff and a small “please” and turning around and staring in shock at reader who’s curled in on themselves in the doorframe, eyes red and puffy as tears roll down their face, avoiding julien’s gaze

- julien who hasent seen reader ever cry or show well? emotions of sadness before is kinda just sat on the floor in shock. maybe she remembers and knows that masc grumpy reader has a hard time with people leaving / getting attached.

- julien standing up and rushing over to reader like “i’m sorry- it’s ok- i’m here” and just her heart breaking as reader collapses and breaks down, holding onto julien like it’s the only thing she has.

- reader who doesn’t initiate physical contact first other than a small hug or resting their hand on julien’s thigh. having them cry into her chest was something that HURT

- rubbing their back like “i’m not gonna go anywhere- i promise” and reader who holds into jbs shirt even tighter like “don’t go”

- bringing reader over to the bed, both lying down on it. the only time masc grumpy reader would ever be little spoon in this situation ngl

- reader tiring themselves out and end up passing out on julien’s chest. julien sat there with tears in her own eyes. it hurt to see reader crumble like this. promising to talk about it in the morning

(i’m open to turning this into a fic 👁️ if y’all want one. where first part i can expand on this ^^ more. getting more lore for masc grumpy reader)

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K, y’all. Can we talk about the abandonment issues Uzi may have?

(The info I’m about to share is just my thoughts on all this. I could be right on some parts, and I could be wrong. Again, I’m just sharing what I think based on stuff we’ve seen from the series. Anyways.)

What inspired me to make this was this very moment right here.

“Are you like, gonna leave me?”

You can tell by her voice that she was scared. Scared that the only friend she’s ever had, the only friend that she’s made her whole life was going to leave her, and it certainly didn’t help that N and V got along well with the other students. Doing some activities together, having fun, playing around and stuff.

I think seeing this, this was the starting point of that fear in this episode. (I’m a little certain that in general, this may go back as early as the first episode, but I’ll talk about that in a bit.)

Here’s that fear she shows after investigating a little bit in the cabin, watching her closest friend get along and interacting with her classmates, despite having been a literal killing machine. And to add salt to the wound, he did so in such a short time. Something that she herself has never really accomplished the whole time she’s been in school.

Some jealousy may also be shown because of this, as she was talking to V, who was also doing well interacting with her classmates.

“Just.. so glad you guys fit right in. Suuuper cool.”

As we all know, Uzi certainly isn’t the most popular girl in school (which btw… relatable imo). In fact, Rebecca had said that she was “super unpopular” when she (well, the top half of her anyways, hehe) reunited with a few drones, whom I’m assuming are her friends.

Uzi doesn’t fit in. She’s like an outcast to her classmates. The “freak” of the bunch. She stands out from the rest of them.

“… You freak us out.”

“But mostly bite me!”

(I’m sorry, I wanted to include that second part here, whether it was relevant or not pfbt. Anyways.)

And it’s not just her classmates that practically outcasted her. Hell, her own father left her to be murdered by the same kind of drone that took away his wife (well, technically, the same kind of drone that struck her with nanite acid, leading to him putting her out of her misery, according to himself from the pilot, but anyways). Now, he may have been too terrified to take action and save his own daughter, possibly reliving the trauma of what happened to Nori. He probably couldn’t fathom having to do the same thing he did to his wife to Uzi. But it still does not justify leaving her, his own daughter, for dead. That is a really shitty dad move there, Khan.

(Or I could be overthinking on that part, and Khan could just be a really shitty father, but anyways)

The way Uzi may have taken it, was that he prioritized his precious doors over her. Having put up more doors to keep himself, and everyone else in the bunker, safe from drones like N. She wasn’t important enough to be saved at the moment she needed him most. Her father- the one who’s supposed to have her back, no matter what happened, the one who’s supposed to protect her whenever things go from bad to worse- had left her to be killed by a murder drone. (Possibly, I’m just spitballin here)

Once this happened, Uzi now has no one she can really trust to stick with her, no one she can rely on for support. She has no friends, barely has family; her father isn’t much like a father to her at all, let’s be honest.

(I would say Thad is the only one she kinda had, but if I remember correctly, they barely knew each other to be considered close friends in the pilot. The only reason Thad knew Uzi (or knew of Uzi) was because she’s Khan’s daughter. That was it.)

(Another thing I wanna add is how neglectful as a father Khan has been, even before the pilot. Hell, the posters that we see can speak volumes of how their relationship is. Not to mention he’s never really spent much (if any) quality time with her, too busy focusing on his obsession with doors.)

(One more thing to add: remember when Uzi told Thad one of the reasons she made her sick as hell railgun was to earn her father’s respect? …That’s just another point I wanna make about the infamous Doorman and how well he’s raised his daughter.) :)

So yeah, Uzi never really had anyone close to her in her life, meaning that she didn’t have anyone to trust, either.

Until this goober shows up.

(Or more like, he was about to kill her until she blew his head off, but that’s not the point.)

Of course, we all know they didn’t become best friends right away. Because he’s a disassembly drone, and she’s a worker drone, and… yeah.

If it wasn’t for Khan backing away from the fight and closing the door on Uzi, Uzi probably would’ve been dead right then and there. N probably would’ve killed her and everyone else without much of a second thought. However!

Considering how he told Uzi about V and J, he didn’t have the best relationship with either of them. (his crush on V seemed one-sided, at least in that flashback where V’s character was introduced? And J just straight up insulting him while stepping on him, and talking about how she’d kill him if she were allowed to.) He didn’t seem to have anyone to consider a friend either, at least mutually. For the longest time, it was just N, V, and J, doing their jobs, working together on killing the worker drones and such.

Then, what Uzi said to him about how the company treats the drones had created some doubts. N never questioned JCJenson and their motives until Uzi came along. And because of that, he almost died via a virus put in by J.

Then, after Uzi saves him from dying, and after they both stop V and J from killing the worker drones, N still stood by her side. N has never given her a reason not to trust him after that. He’s been with her the whole time after Uzi banished herself, and he’s never left her like the other drones have.

I’m thinking, after Uzi had banished herself from the colony, N could have left her on her own, he could’ve refused to let her go with him and V back to the landing pod, but he didn’t. (Not only because Uzi had encouraged him to look at the bigger picture, so to speak, but it also would’ve been out of character for N of all people (or robots in this case lol) to just deny her of joining the squad. He’s such a goddamn softy, let’s be real here.)

(Also, I wanna point out that from N’s perspective, she was the one who encouraged him to become an “angsty, rebellious disassembly drone” in the first place. If it wasn’t for her, he would never even question why they’re killing worker drones to begin with (other than to consume the oil for survival, of course). If it wasn’t for her, he’d still be out murdering. She was the one who respected him more than V or J ever did combined. (Well, in V’s case, this would be after her memories became messed up anyways. She did seem to like him when they were worker drones themselves.))

So yeah, this whole time, N has been the only one Uzi had ever really had throughout the series. N has been the only one that didn’t treat her like a freak, nor had insulted or threatened her in any way (lookin at you, V!). And most importantly, he was the only one that never left her at all. He stood by her side, he had her back, and she had his, and they stuck together, especially through the scary stuff.

So going back to episode 4, that was the first time since they’ve met that they were really separated. And the one time they weren’t with each other, Uzi had taken her solver form for the first time, and had killed her own classmates as a result.

Had N been with her while she was investigating stuff, chances of Uzi taking her solver form happening probably would’ve been really low.

Hell, this whole thing probably happened because she was alone, because nobody was with her, and she didn’t want to be left alone again, and she was scared that she was going to be left alone again after seeing N interact with the other students!

TLDR: Uzi probably has abandonment issues, and was scared the only friend she has was going to leave her like everyone else had in her life.

I wanted to make a long rant about this because it’s been on my mind off and on for a while, especially after hearing Uzi’s voice when she asks N if he’s going to leave her (god that really hurts!), and as sucky as I am with words, I wanted to try anyways. Hope y’all enjoyed. 😁😅 (and now to end this on a lil lighter note, here’s an image of a robot huggy)

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I’m working on something that’s been taking forever and I feel like I’ve ghosted y’all, so here’s some headcannons in the meantime :]

Beware, these are very specific. I’ve had these floating around in my head for a long time 😭

- Darry 100% loves baking, I feel like this has to be kind of obvious because he’s the one that always makes chocolate cake but I think he LOVES it with a passion and would do it more if he had the time.

- Steve had never celebrated his birthday until he met Soda. His dad never cared and he didn’t really bring the topic up much until Soda asked what he did on his birthdays. The answer was that he’d usually just be alone and eventually get wasted and regret it the next day once he got his hands on alcohol. After that Soda always dragged him over to his house so the Curtis’ and Co. could celebrate his birthday.

- Two-bit has naturally curly hair, he just puts so much gel in it that no one would know. He unironically looks like Ronald McDonald with his natural hair.

- Darry likes gardening, whether it’s vegetables or flowers he enjoys the idea of nurturing something because he feels he doesn’t do a good job with the gang. There’s an old abandoned greenhouse that he made into his own garden that he visits each day after work to water and prune. No one questions why he’s covered in dirt when he gets home because roofing houses isn’t necessarily the cleanest job in the world.

- Soda and Darry tan really well, Pony on the other hand fries very quickly in the sun. When he inevitably gets burnt and puts aloe on he somehow always manages to get stuck to a blanket and someone has to peel it off of him.

- The Shepard’s are amazing dancers. When Curly and Angela were younger Tim would dance with them and teach them what he knew. Tim had learned what he knew from his mother, who died when he was 10. Although he didn’t exactly remember being taught, he just knew how to do these beautiful dances. One day he figured out his mother used to dance professionally, so he put two and two together and realized she must have taught him.

- Paul didn’t want to stop being friends with Darry when they graduated, but his father forced him to by threatening to hurt his mother. Eventually Paul began to resent Darry for this, which led to the misconception that he’d just stopped being friends with him because they couldn’t go to college together.

- Also, Darry and Paul’s mom—Lina—used to bake together whenever Paul’s dad was away because of work. Darry saw her as an aunt and she was the first person he wanted to see after his parents died but couldn’t.

- Buck dyes his hair random colors habitually. One week it’s baby pink and the next it’s deep green. He strangely looks good with every color.

- Tim and Dally had their first kiss while in the middle of fighting each other. It wasn’t the most romantic first kiss but it got the point across. Tim broke three of Dally’s ribs and Dally managed to break Tim’s nose and split his lip. Their love is sometimes shown through aggression, but rarely now that they understand the other better.

- Two-bit and Marcia are platonic besties. Most people assume they’re dating, but in reality they’re just pulling the biggest, most elaborate prank on everybody. They dance with each other and share clothes but they never consider the other as a romantic option, just another clown to have fun with.

- Cherry didn’t move on after Bob’s death for a year. She loved him even though he wasn’t the best person. Eventually she realized that she can move on without feeling like she’s somehow disrespecting his memory.

- I might have mentioned this before but Angela paints Tim and Curly’s nails. Sometimes she’s able to get other people too, like Dally, Buck, and Two-bit. She always picks the colors that match them perfectly, they’re always complemented by anyone who notices.

- Randy leaves fresh flowers at Paul’s grave each day, sometimes running into Cherry. He missed him, but acknowledges that he’s a better person now that he’s gone.

- Evie makes handmade jewelry, it’s something she does to calm down. Steve loves what she makes and if he notices she’s having a particularly bad day he gets the gang to wear the ones she stress makes. She used to be embarrassed but after seeing everyone wearing something of hers she feels pride. She wants to be a jewelry designer but knows she can’t do it (she does, eventually).

- In a universe where Johnny and Dally die, Darry has children named after them. He has a biological son named Johnny and an adopted daughter that everyone calls Dallas because she’s from Dallas, Texas (her name is actually Logan). Both act exactly like their namesake.

- Pony and Johnny bring random animals home at least once a week. Possums, turtles, lizards, kittens, anything he can find. Darry always feels bad telling them no, but he makes sure the animals go to a wildlife center.

- Steve is surprisingly good at math. If he applied himself he could get a scholarship, but it isn’t what he wants. He wants to open a car shop with Soda.

- Pony and Soda like to watch the sunset together, meanwhile Darry starts watching the sunrise before he goes to work because he’s never home to watch the sunset with his brothers. Sometimes one of the gang is awake and joins him, it’s one of the most peaceful moments of their day.

That’s all for now, I might make a more less lighthearted version of this later?? If you guys wanna hear me ramble more??

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Oh No (part 3)

AN: Guess who’s back! Yeah, it’s me heh. Guys I’m so sorry for abandoning you for a year, everything has been a bit hectic with my family and my studies and stuff, still is, but I’m trying to manage my time better (key word: trying). Anyway, I leave you with another part of Oh No because I was somehow able to watch ESC again this year and my brain rot came back, gifting me with a smudge of inspiration that I had to wring out as much as I could.

Warnings: none I think? Bad English (I’m sorry, I promise I’m trying), implied thoughts (iykwim), I don’t know if there are any curse words here but I warn y’all just in case.

Pairings: Bojan Cvjetićanin x fem!actress!reader + a tiny bit of Bojan x Käärijä + a tiny bit of Käärijä x fem!actress!reader

Words: 1700+

Part 1, Part 2

Without further a due, here is part 3! Hope you enjoy!

As soon as Jere woke up, his first thought was about having lunch with Bojan and the Slovene’s girlfriend. His stomach did somersaults at the idea.

He cursed to himself when he took a look at his phone, seeing that it was later than he would’ve wanted.

He got ready as quickly as he could, taking a little more time choosing his outfit, since he wanted to look presentable and, when he was done, took everything he would need to go out and exited his room.

He knocked twice on Bojan’s room door and waited patiently (not) for someone to open the door.

“Just a second!” He heard a feminine voice from inside, sounding breathless.

The girl opened the door with a smile on her face and Jere couldn’t help but notice the light freckles across her nose bridge and cheeks. Since when did she have those? He hadn’t noticed the night before.

“Sorry, we slept in,” she said sheepishly.

“Don’t worry.” He smiled back.

When he looked towards the rest of the room, he could make out Bojan putting a shirt on and closing the closet door, smiling at Jere when he noticed him.

“Good morning!” The Slovene exclaimed cheerfully while the girl went towards the bathroom.

“Just gonna put on some makeup to fix my zombie face,” she excused herself.

“No need fix,” Jere murmured under his breath at the same time Bojan grumbled something along the lines of “what zombie face? You look like a princess in the mornings”.

She giggled cutely and singsonged a “thank you boys”, making the two men flush and widen their eyes at each other.

Bojan and Jere looked at different restaurants in the Slovene’s phone to decide where they would go beforehand while the girl finished up in the bathroom.

Exiting the hotel lobby with both Bojan and his girlfriend made him feel floaty and he couldn’t keep the dopey smile out of his face, small chuckles leaving his throat at any stupid comment one of them would make.

~~

She couldn’t help but smile as soon as she woke up, the warmth enveloping her being way too familiar for her not to know who it was embracing her from behind.

The girl stretched and snorted when Bojan grumbled something incoherent, a bad headache probably on the way to full development after the night before.

“Good morning, my love,” she whispered against his temple before kissing the warm skin there.

The grumbles grew louder in volume and she chuckled, amused, getting up and heading for the bathroom.

Finishing her morning routine was easy, as she had been doing it automatically for years. However, the fact that there was a dull ache at the back of her head made her choose to be safe and not sorry, taking out a couple of pills and swallowing one herself.

The girl took the room card and, when she was out in the corridor (pyjama-clad and all), she fist bumped when she saw what she caught a glimpse of the day before: a water fountain -with paper cups and all!

She took one of the cups and filled it with fresh water, making her way into the room again and leaving the glass and the pill on the bedside table for Bojan.

Then she checked the time.

“Shit!” She turned towards the bed and climbed on it, gently shaking her boyfriend awake. “Come on, my love.”

“Nooooo,” he whined, “five more minutes.”

“We’re gonna be late for lunch with Jere,” she explained, making him sit up instantly.

“Ugh, my head hurts,” Bojan complained, running a hand down his face and messing up his already messy bed hair.

“Swallow this, it’ll help.”

“You’re an angel sent from Heaven, dear.” He kissed her cheek and took the pill with a big gulp of water.

She chuckled while searching for something cute to wear, deciding on a floral dress, to match the spring weather (although cold, so a jacket would have to do).

There were knocks on the door and she laughed at Bojan trying to put on clothes quickly while getting detangled from the bedsheets.

~~

They finally found a restaurant they all wanted to try and they were lucky enough to be told that it wasn’t full.

“What are you gonna order?” The girl asked her boyfriend, a small pout on her lips when she couldn’t choose just one dish from the menu.

“Probably the chops,” Bojan answered.

“Of course, you Balkan dad.” Her chuckles made Jere smile with a confused tilt of his head.

“What is Balkan dad?”

Both the girl and the Slovene crossed glances and started full on laughing, a couple of heads turning in their direction.

“It’s a stereotype,” she started, but continued explaining when he just stared at her, “apparently, all dads in the Balkan countries behave the same way; and that includes loving barbecued meat!”

“Ah,” he let out eloquently.

The conversation kept flowing after they ordered their food, the sound of their amused laughter filling the small restaurant with lively energy.

“I do! I love Rammstein!” She tried to convince the other two after Käärijä mentioned his favourite band.

“There’s no way, I’ve never heard you listening to them, ever,” Bojan countered

“That’s cause I always wear headphones, duh!”

Jere was wheezing when they kept going back and forth, his cheeks hurting from how much he was smiling that day.

He chanced a look at Bojan when he couldn’t hear them arguing anymore and caught him staring with a soft smile.

“What?” He couldn’t help but ask. The smile on the other man’s face grew wider and he flushed a little.

“Nothing.”

“For real though.” The girl seemed to not have seen any of it. “A lot of people on TikTok edited me to Sonne when the last episode of The Enemy came out.”

“I get it,” Bojan agreed, suddenly, “The Enemy was way too good and the vibes of that song kinda fit.”

When Jere didn’t answer them, the Slovene turned to him with bright eyes and started explaining the plot of a show his girlfriend starred in.

“Stoooop, stop it, Bojan.” She pushed his arm as if to get his attention. “That’s enough, you don’t have to tell him everything.”

Her face was so red, and the rapper stared at the way her eyes seemed shinier.

“She looks beautiful when she blushes, right?” The Slovene teased when he saw the face Jere was making.

“No! Yes, yes,” he stuttered, blood running towards his face, “very pretty.”

She blushed harder at the comment, her eyes looking anywhere but at the two men.

“Okay, that’s enough, the both of you,” she stammered out, a small smile on her lips making it obvious that she wasn’t mad.

“Sorry, love, can’t help it,” Bojan said with a childish grin.

The conversation went towards the rehearsals and the schedules the Slovene and Fin had the next day, trying to make plans to hang out but finding they couldn’t due to everything being overlapped.

“Excuse me, I apologise but we really need a table and, since you have finished already, would you mind continuing your conversation by the bar or somewhere else, please?” A waitress asked them politely with a sorry smile on her face.

“Sure, sorry miss, we’ll be leaving now!” She announced with a flourish.

They kept discussing the next days’ schedules and ended up with a dinner plan and the idea that the girl could take turns to see the both of them during the day, as she insisted on watching them both practice.

“So, Jere, up to join us for a Netflix and chill session?”

“Bojan!” The girl stared at her boyfriend, bewildered, frantically looking around the lobby of their hotel to see if anyone else had heard.

The expression on the Fin’s face must have told the other man that he actually knew what that meant and a smirk started stretching Bojan’s lips.

“Just kidding,” the Slovene singer relented after a good laugh.

“We could watch something on Netflix, though, if you want, Jere.” The girl smiled at him, a pink hue decorating her cheeks.

Käärijä chanced another look at Bojan’s little smirk and looked away immediately after they crossed glances, slowly nodding at the girl and following the couple towards their hotel room.

He was sure Bojan knew that something was up with him, and he worried a bit (a lot) about making the other man uncomfortable.

He didn’t want to lose their friendship just because he developed a small (?) crush on him and his girlfriend. However, he told himself it didn’t seem like Bojan was mad at him; in fact, it looked exactly the opposite, as if the other singer wanted to get a reaction out of him.

He didn’t want to speculate or overthink too much, though, so he let it be for the moment.

When the subject of his thoughts opened the door with his key card, he immediately regretted his decision. There was no way the three of them would fit in that bed.

“Do you guys want snacks? We can order room service- or… didn’t we have a bunch of chocolate stuff around here somewhere, babe?” The girl started walking around and searching for something in the small fridge.

“What do you wanna watch?” Bojan asked him with a small smile directed towards his cute (what? Stop it!) girlfriend.

“You want, is fine,” he answered, trying hard to control where his eyes went.

When the girl stood back up with a quiet ‘aha!’, Bojan had already decided what to watch, setting up the laptop.

“Guys,” she started, biting her lip, “shouldn’t we at least change from our outside clothes? We sleep there, Bojan.”

“That’s very true.” He raised a hand towards his face and pushed away his hair, leaving it tousled (cute- no!). “Do you want some of my clothes, Jere? So that you don’t have to go all the way to your room.”

“Okay,” he said, ears flushing at the thought.

The girl went inside the bathroom with a set of clothes and Bojan handed him a pair of sweats and a black shirt with a smile, turning around and starting to take off his own clothes.

“Don’t look, don’t look, don’t look!” He told himself, widening his eyes and quickly turning around, changing as fast as he possibly could.

AN2: hope you enjoyed it! If you want any more parts, give it some love!

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your Jon Snow works have been so good thus far, I’d love to see more of them!! would you consider writing a kind of comfort fic for Jon helping a reader with her/their (whatever you’re more comfortable with) anxiety, maybe something traumatic happens to them like they were taken by Ramsay and then rescued by Jon and afterwards a man corners her/them or something and reader has a really bad panic attack and Jon Snow, like the storm that he is, swoops in to save and calm them??

You and Me

Request: your Jon Snow works have been so good thus far, I’d love to see more of them!! would you consider writing a kind of comfort fic for Jon helping a reader with her/their (whatever you’re more comfortable with) anxiety, maybe something traumatic happens to them like they were taken by Ramsay and then rescued by Jon and afterwards a man corners her/them or something and reader has a really bad panic attack and Jon Snow, like the storm that he is, swoops in to save and calm them??

and: PLEASE more protective!Jon Snow content!!! 😭 he’s such an angsty gem who’s never had anything truly his own and the thought of someone trying to upset or hurt his LOVE!!!! GODS HELP anyone who tries it!

Hi! I hope y’all are alright with me combining your requests, and me having a fem reader in mind while writing, it just makes sense for this request and is easiest for me to write. Bear with me, there’s a lot of setup. I love Jon, I wish there was more work for him out there, so I tend to go a little overboard with backstory for his fics. I’m definitely happy to write for him!

I wrote about half this and realized I didn’t want to do a Ramsay plotline, it wasn’t turning out well and it felt unnecessarily heavy. So, I scrapped it and started over, hopefully that didn’t mess it up too bad. I decided to address the anxiety and protectiveness part of the request differently. 

Other than that, I hope you enjoy it! Thank you again for the requests, feel free to send me any other ideas you have for the characters I write for :)

(Warnings: mentions of death, mentions of torture, trauma, fear of abandonment, anxiety and panic attacks, nightmares, let me know if i missed anything)

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You had grown up in Winterfell, a friend to all the Stark children. Your Father was one of the bannerman to Lord Stark, and so you called the North home. 

Even though Winterfell wasn’t your birthplace, you spent much of your life there. 

Winterfell was the seat of the North, and your Father wanted you to spend as much time there as you could. If you were going to one day be the future of a great Northern House, it was best you were around the greatest Northern House. 

Lord Stark agreed to take you in, assuming that one day, you may marry into his family, or another family he thought you were well suited for.  You could hardly remember your birthplace a year after going to Winterfell. 

It felt more like home than any other place in Westeros. 

You were friendly with all the Stark children. They all liked you well enough. You were older than half of them, but they still enjoyed your company just as much as you enjoyed theirs. 

You became a good friend to Sansa. She was a few years younger, but the closest girl in age to you. Remembering your Father’s wishes for you, you became much like a Lady in waiting to her. She always looked to you for advice and wisdom that you had, simply because you had lived longer and had seen more than her. 

You supposed that one day, Lord Stark might promise you to his eldest son, Robb. 

While you were fond of him, and he was fond of you, neither of you were that interested in each other. If it came down to marriage, you both would do your duties to your houses. You may not have been in love, but you certainly did love each other. It would have been an easy marriage. Friends from the start. It was more than most Ladies could have hoped for.

“Not pretty enough for you, My Lady?” Robb had jokingly asked when you both had been informed of your potential future engagement. “I suppose you have your eyes on a prettier someone.”

You had rolled your eyes, grinning. “You’re very pretty, My Lord. You know that as well as I do, don’t you?”

Robb wasn’t the one you had your eye on. No, not at all, and you both knew that. You both had agreed there was someone much more suited for you. 

That someone was Jon. You were the closest to Robb in age, so you spent a lot of time with him, and with Jon by extension.

You knew Jon was a bastard. 

But you didn’t care. He was just as much a Stark as the rest of the Stark children. Ned Stark’s blood ran through his veins. Why should he have to pay for the sins of his Father, and bear the name Snow? It was a custom of Westeros you hated. 

He was wary of you at first. He was interested in you, there was no doubt about that. But you eventually became great friends. It was only when you started to express an interest in him that you could no longer deny your feelings for one another. 

And the thought terrified him. 

You were a Lady of a noble House, you were intended to marry a Lord of high stature and nobility. Not the son of a Lord who raised him out of pity and the good of his heart. Why were you interested in a man who could give you nothing but shame and humiliation?

It took you years to convince Jon he was enough for you, and that you didn’t care who his parents were. 

Your family didn’t hold the same opinion, however, and were adamant about matching you with someone like Robb. Jon had alway been jealous of Robb. His potential engagement to you only added fuel to the fire. 

You never acknowledged Jon’s doubts, always making sure he knew just how much you valued him. By the time he started to believe it, Robert Baratheon came to Winterfell. 

Your last words to Jon weren’t the kindest. 

“You’d really go to the Wall? You’d leave me here while you go sit at the edge of the world, and for what? You think the Night’s Watch will be your brothers? Not your actual brothers?”

“There’s nothing here for me,” he argued. “I’ll be treated more like family there than I ever was here. My Uncle is there.”

“And I am here!”

Jon’s face fell as he watched you nearly shake with rage. “Yes, you’re here. Robb is here, too. He’ll be the Lord of Winterfell in my Father’s stead. Stay with him.”

“I won’t,” you refused. “I love Robb, but he’s not mine. I don’t want him to be mine. If you go to the Wall, I will follow Sansa to King’s Landing. There’s nothing for me here if you’re at the Wall.”

“Y/N, don’t. There’s nothing in the capital for you.”

“That may be true. But there will be nothing left for me here either, so what does it matter? I’ll have just about as much purpose there as you will have at the Wall.”

Within a fortnight, Jon was headed for the Wall, and you were following Sansa to King’s Landing. How unbelievably naive you all had been. 

When Ned was executed, Sansa was held hostage. The night of the Battle of Blackwater Bay, she told you to flee. 

The Hound had come and offered to take her with him, but she refused, turning to you. 

“They’re not after you, Y/N, but they very well could be soon. They won’t kill me, they still need me to get the Queen’s brother back. But you, they don’t need. I will not watch you suffer or die because you stayed here to protect me. Go. Please.”

You had argued, but finally relented, fleeing. 

The Hound got you out of the city, but wouldn’t take you any further. You couldn’t be ransomed back to your family for enough to make him rich, and Robb was at war with your Father and your Father’s men. 

There was no one to return you to. 

Instead, you slowly made your way North. It took months and months to travel as safely as you could, which proved to be quite the challenge. You had plenty of time to think about all you had left behind. Your family, Winterfell, the Stark children….Jon. It still pained you to think of him, but he was often on your mind as you traveled. You avoided the Kingsroad, but finally made it to Harrenhal. 

And who else would you meet along the way there, but Brienne of Tarth, and Jaime fucking Lannister. 

By the time you found them, you had been away from any family you had ever known for many months. Word slowly spread of the death of the King in the North. Betrayed and murdered by his own men. When the whispers of the massacre finally fell on your ears, it brought you to your knees. 

Robb was the best of you…and now he was gone. 

You expected the news would have reached Sansa before you, and you decided that you’d sooner die, rather than let the two of you suffer alone. So, you returned to King’s Landing with Brienne and Jaime. 

On the way back to King’s Landing in the time that it took you to return, Sansa had been married to Tyrion Lannister, and Margaery Tyrell was engaged to Joffrey Baratheon. 

When you arrived, you thought it was better to keep out of sight, just in case someone recognized you. However, you still wanted to be informed. So you went to the most informed man in King’s Landing, and possibly the entirety of Westeros.

Littlefinger. 

He allowed you to stay in one of his establishments, but for a price. He wouldn’t help you out of the kindness of his heart. No, you needed to give him something in return. 

“I suppose you’d do anything for Sansa Stark, wouldn’t you?”

You nodded. “I’d give my life for her, if it came to it. I’m going to get her back.”

He had laughed in your face.

“And how do you suppose you’re going to do that?”

“I don’t know,” you shrugged. “But I came back to this hellhole of a city for her. I’m not leaving until she’s by my side again. She’s the last of the Starks, and I’ll die before I see her fall, too.”

Lord Baelish took that as his opportunity to use you, knowing you’d never do something to put Sansa in harm’s way. So he let you in on part of the plan, and on the day of Joffrey’s death, you helped Sansa escape King’s Landing. 

You couldn’t go with her. 

The goal was getting her out of the city, and Ser Dontos couldn’t sneak both you and Sansa out at the same time. So once the plan was set in motion, and Sansa was gone, you searched for Brienne. She was perhaps the only person in the city who had even the slightest interest of saving your life, and you knew she’d accept you because of your knowledge of Sansa and the North. 

You had no idea part of the plan entailed killing Joffrey. You thought Littlefinger had come up with some sort of distraction, one that would work long enough to get Sansa out. When you heard of his death, you knew you had to leave. If Cersei caught you, she’d use you as a way to find Sansa. She’d stop at nothing, and you’d either end up dead or tortured beyond recognition in an effort to locate Sansa. 

During your time in King’s Landing before the Battle of Blackwater Bay, Tyrion Lannister had taken a liking to you. You rarely spoke, but when you did he seemed fond of you. 

He arranged for Podrick to find you after he learned of Sansa’s escape. Podrick had become a squire to Brienne, and they agreed to take you with them. You had sworn to serve the Starks, just as Brienne had sworn to find the Stark girls. You had a mutual interest, and were better off together. 

It was you who told Brienne that Littlefinger would probably take Sansa to the Vale. It was you who took the lead after finding out Littlefinger had married Sansa to Ramsay Bolton after the death of Lysa Arryn. It was you who rode for Winterfell a day ahead of Podrick and Brienne, looking for your best chance of rescuing Sansa. 

And it was you who was successful saving her.

Brienne and Podrick caught up, making sure you all lived to see the Wall. Sansa and Theon were saved, and together, you decided you, Sansa, Brienne, and Podrick would ride to Castle Black. Jon had become Lord Commander of the Night’s Watch, and he was your best chance at reuniting with the last of the Stark children. 

Truthfully, you couldn’t bear to be apart from them any longer. 

They were your true family, blood or not, and they were all you had left. There was nowhere else for you to go. All you could hope was that they’d let you follow them wherever they went. 

And they did. 

You followed Sansa all the way to Castle Black. Women weren’t welcome at the Wall, but you’d be damned if anyone tried to force either of you out. When you arrived at the gates, you felt like you were going to be sick. 

You were let in, and you rode into the center of the square. You dismounted, and moved to steady Sansa as she slid off her horse, before turning to look at your surroundings. 

And there he was. 

Jon Snow. Alive, and the Lord Commander of the Night’s Watch. Standing on the balcony overlooking the square. You nearly collapsed with relief at the sight of him. He came down the stairs, and held Sansa tight in his arms. When he set her down, his eyes fell on you. 

You could no longer hold back your tears, breaking down when he reached for you. You flung your arms around his neck as he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you impossibly close to himself. 

“I never thought I’d see you again.”

“Me neither,” you mumbled into his shoulder. “But look at you now. We’ve come a far way from Winterfell.”

He nearly laughed, clutching the back of your coat. “Aye, we have. It appears the Gods haven’t been kind to either of us.”

You pulled away, running your thumb along the scar that ran from his brow to his cheek. He stilled under your touch, holding his breath. 

“No…no they haven’t.”

Shortly after your reunion, you built your army to reclaim Winterfell. 

The Battle of the Bastards was a gruesome one, to be sure. Ramsey killed Rickon Stark. Mere days of knowing he was alive, just for him to slip through your fingers so easily. 

The little boy you had read to all those years ago, and carried around while you had Robb entertain you. The boy you didn’t get to watch grow up into a man, stolen from you and your family. 

You thought you were going to lose all of what family you had left, that is until Sansa arrived with the Knights of the Vale. 

It was a miracle. 

The Starks returned to the North, to their family home. For the first time in years, there was actual peace amongst you and your family. For the time being, there was no reason to run or panic. 

So why did you still wake yourself up screaming every night, tormented by dreams of all the ways your family could be taken away from you?

You had nightmares, nearly every night. 

Some you remembered, some you didn’t. But they were always the same. Your family was gone, both your house and the Starks. Either dead, or they had left you. When you found out that members of the Night’s Watch had actually killed Jon, you nearly went mad.

In the days after the battle, Jon kept you close by his side. 

He was beginning to worry about you. You were a shell of yourself, compared to the girl he once knew. He noticed, and those who knew you before noticed. 

One night, the remaining Lords and Ladies of the North, as well as the free folk, were gathered in the banquet hall for a meal. You stayed quiet, minding your business as everyone chatted. You preferred staying close to a familiar face, like Jon, Tormund, or Sansa. But when they were held up, you decided to be brave and go talk with someone.

Ser Davos was the easiest option. “Having fun, My Lady?”

“Yes, Ser Davos. Thank you for asking. And you? I know it’s a bit cold up here for a Southerner.”

“I’m beginning to take the words of House Stark more seriously,” he mused, making you chuckle. “It’s bloody freezing up here. I don’t know how you Northerners manage it.”

Lord Hornwood overheard your conversation, cutting in. “You haven’t been in the North for some time, My Lady. Isn’t that right?”

“Yes, My Lord,” you nodded, albeit annoyed. 

“Your Father would roll over in his grave seeing his daughter shiver in the snow, wouldn’t he?” He joked, but you weren’t laughing. “Gods rest him. He was a fine man, your Father.”

“He was,” you agreed. “I miss him every day. But I do my best not to dwell on what I cannot change.”

Lord Hornwood nodded. “I miss him too. Shame you weren’t here with him when he died. He fought for King Robb. Where were you?”

“That’s enough,” Ser Davos said, getting up to stand in between you and Lord Hornwood. “You’re drunk. Go sober up, My Lord.”

“You’re lucky you’re pretty. I don’t see what other reason Jon would have for keeping you around. You’re practically a ghost of the girl I once knew.”

“That’s enough!” Ser Davos said again. 

Your face fell at Lord Hornwood’s words, turning your eyes away from him. Tormund, who had just passed by you, noticed the tension in the air. He took one look at you and headed for the table where Jon was sitting. 

In just a few seconds, Jon was standing behind you. 

“Lord Hornwood…surely some of the other guests are wanting your attention. Why don’t you go say hello?”

Lord Hornwood shook his head, reaching for his horn of ale. Jon put his hand over the top of it, yanking it back from him. He gave him a look that would have sent any man packing, quickly glancing back and forth between you and him. You hadn’t looked up yet. 

“Go, My Lord,” Jon said, laying a firm hand on his shoulder as he lowered his voice. “If I hear that you’ve spoken out of turn to Lady Y/N again, you’ll be taking yourself and your men back to your own damn castle. Are we clear?” 

Lord Hornwood begrudgingly nodded, accepting defeat. He retreated, leaving you, Jon, and Ser Davos alone at a table. 

Jon laid a gentle hand on your shoulder, getting your attention. “Come sit up here with me, My Lady. Sansa has been asking for you.”

You nodded, taking his hand as he led you back to his table. You took a seat next to Sansa, who squeezed your hand in hers. 

“He’s an idiot. Don’t listen to him. You’re just as much a Northerner as I am. The only reason you weren’t in the North is because you were following me.”

You scoffed, shaking your head. “I think half the men in this room blame me for Robb’s death.”

“That’s not true,” Jon said, trying his best to comfort you. “How could they blame you for that, you weren’t even there?”

“Exactly. None of us were. But everyone expected me to marry Robb one day. When I left Winterfell, he and your parents moved past that idea, and he was free to marry Lady Talisa. If I had married him, he never would have married her, and maybe he would have kept his head.”

“That’s ridiculous! Nobody can blame you for that,” Sansa said.

You smiled sadly at her. “And yet, they do. I’ve heard whispers of it so often since returning home that I’m beginning to believe it myself.”

“Tell me the next time you hear these whispers,” Jon said, giving you a look so serious it nearly scared you, and it wasn’t even you that it was intended for. “I’ll make sure they’re put in there place.”

“You’re going to punish every man who says something harsh to me? Send them away? Seems like we’ll run out of men,” you mused. 

You were joking, but it was clear by his tone that he was not. “Then we’ll just have to come up with a better punishment, won’t we?”

You said nothing, giving him a grateful smile. You had missed him. It was good to know after all these years that he was still the man you remembered…just with a few scars. But what did that matter?

You all had scars. 

That evening, you had a nightmare worse than any in recent memory. 

You woke with a panic so bad that you couldn’t get your lungs to full with air. You were desperately gasping for it, clutching at your chest. In a haze, you threw on your shoes and coat, scrambling to get out of your chambers. You ran down the corridor, hardly even recognizing where it was that your feet were taking you. 

Suddenly, you appeared outside Jon’s door. 

Before you could stop yourself, you were rapidly knocking, pleading for him to open it. He finally did, opening the door as he rubbed his eyes. 

His eyes widened as he took you in. “Y/N?”

“I didn’t know where else to go, I’m sorry—“

“It’s alright,” he said, easing you into the room and shutting the door behind you. “What happened? Are you hurt?” 

“I…I had a nightmare.” 

He took your face in his hands, forcing you to meet his gaze. “Breathe. Copy me…breathe.”

You steadied your breath as he steadied you, letting him guide you. Jon sat you down on the edge of his bed, wrapping a fur around your shoulders. He gently sat down next to you, turning his body to face you. 

“You’ve been having them a lot recently, haven’t you?”

You slowly nodded. “How did you know?” 

“Do you remember the day that man from the Night’s Watch abandoned his post, and ran all the way to Winterfell? He was raving about the White Walkers, all the way up until my Father removed his head from his shoulders.” 

“I remember,” you said, nearly shivering at the memory. 

“Father made us all watch, but you stayed with Arya. Bran had to watch with us, and he didn’t want to go. So, you promised you’d wait for him at the bottom of the hill. You were far away…but I know you saw that man die.”

You slowly nodded. “I did. I couldn’t get the image out of my head for weeks.”

“And you had nightmares about it, I know you did. You never told me about them, but I could see the fear. I could always tell when you were afraid. You hide it well, though, I’ll give you that.”

“I had to hide it,” you explained. “Your siblings were scared. The little ones, at least. I couldn’t very well let Bran come back down that hill to see me shaking with fear, could I? I had to put on a strong face in the days after so they wouldn’t be scared either.”

Jon nodded. “I know that. But you were still scared, I could tell. You were always quieter in the mornings after you had a nightmare. I kept waiting for you to say something to me about it, but you never did.” 

“I didn’t want to worry you over something so stupid.”

“It wasn’t stupid then, and it isn’t stupid now,” he said, holding your hand in his. “If it panicked you as much as I just saw, you need to tell me about it.”

“Jon—” You started, not wanting to bother him, but he interrupted you. 

“Y/N…just tell me. I’ll listen. It can’t be any more outlandish than an army of the dead.”

He was joking, trying to make you feel better. You mustered a small smile, but it meant nothing to either of you. You both knew you didn’t really mean it. 

“I’ve been having these dreams…since Rickon.”

Jon’s face fell, but he nodded for you to continue. 

“I see him die in my dreams. I can’t get it out of my head.”

“No, that’s not possible,” Jon said, squeezing your hand. “You weren’t there, I made sure you weren’t. You didn’t watch him die.”

“I saw his body, Jon. I can put together the rest of what happened to him. I know it’s irrational, I know that there was nothing any of us could have done to save him. But I just feel so guilty. Another Stark, gone.”

Jon moved closer, wrapping his arm around your shoulders. “You’re not responsible for their deaths, Y/N.”

You shook your head. “I certainly haven’t helped save them, have I? I can’t even tell a Lord to piss off when he’s bothering me, how could I save a Stark?”

“You’re perfectly capable of doing that, I just like helping you. And you have helped save them. Sansa is alive because you went to King’s Landing with her when I went to the Wall. She wouldn’t have escaped without you, and she wouldn’t have made it to Castle Black if you hadn’t come with her.”

You pressed the heels of your palms into your eyes, letting out a frustrated sigh. “Then why is Rickon still in my head, reminding me that I couldn’t save him? Why am I dreaming about the Starks dying?”

Jon squeezed you into him, his voice soft. “Rickon wasn’t the last of the Starks.”

“I know,” you said, leaning into his side. “It just feels like you’re all slipping through my fingers, and there’s nothing I can do about it. I’m afraid that one day, I’ll be without you all.”

It was quiet for a moment as Jon took in your words. You didn’t speak, letting him think. Finally, he broke the silence. 

“Is that what your nightmare was about tonight? Rickon? Or was it something else?”

“It started out as him,” you said, trying to remember. “But that’s not how it ended. I remember feeling scared. I remember looking for someone. I couldn’t find you, or Sansa…and I was alone. Here, home in Winterfell after the battle. But I couldn’t find you.”

“Was I dead?” Jon asked, trying to understand. 

“No,” you answered. “I remember that much. That was the worst of it. You were just gone. You had left, or you had been driven out, I don’t know. But I wasn’t with you.”

Jon wrapped both his arms around your shoulders, holding you tight. He laid his chin on your shoulder, gently rocking you back and forth. 

“I don’t know what you dreamed, Y/N. I don’t know what any of it means. But I know this…I’m never going to leave you. Not you, or Sansa, or anyone else in my family ever again. It’s you and me, Y/N. You and me.”

You turned around in his arms, wrapping your arms around his waist. Your voice was small and muffled in his shoulder as you spoke. 

“You promise?”

Jon felt his heart break at your words, and yet he knew you’d be the one who was capable of putting it back together. He pulled you close, holding you tight. 

“I promise. Wherever you go…I go.” 

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A/N - Hi! Not loving this outcome, but I also really like certain parts from this. And you’ve waited long enough, so here you go! I hope you enjoyed it, please let me know what you think! If you have any other requests or ideas, my requests are still open :)

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Latching On To You

Joel Miller x F!reader

Explicit, 18+

Chapter Two: History Repeats Itself

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Series summary: What happens when, after thirteen loving years of being with Joel, you start to feel like he’s slipping away from your grasp? How much of yourself will you lose because of the trauma your father put you through at such a young age? You could be wrong about Joel, but something is telling you otherwise - or are you just not healed enough to see past your own insecurities?

Chapter summary: Fast forward thirteen years, you and Joel have been living the dream married life. Both of you are excelling in work, and have been thriving together - your passion for each other has been strong. But when a close family member of yours dies, you begin to crumble and change into something vile - but Joel, he’s the one who becomes the villain.

Word count: 2.7k

Warnings: slight age difference (35/40), No use of y/n, no outbreak AU, smoking weed, abandonment issues, trauma from father w/ alcoholism, losing a loved one, attachment issues, HEAVVY angst, arguing turns kinda physical, accusations of cheating

~Thank you all so much for the love🫂 been feeling a bit under the weather, but y’all have helped with that! Hope you guys enjoy🩷

“Do you want the couch there under that window darlin’?” Joel yells, just as he and Tommy walk in the front door holding either side of the ‘L’ shaped sectional that your great-aunt, Isabelle, had left you. You come around the corner from the kitchen to see Tommy struggling to keep his side up, then you look behind him to Joel, who made the couch look like it weighed as much as a feather.

You were having a hard time trying to figure out where you wanted her couch - only because you and Joel move furniture around all the time and have accumulated a lot of house items since you moved in thirteen years ago. “Umm,” you started as you turned your body towards the living room window, which was huge - almost the length of the wall.

A smile grew on your face as you looked out at the beautiful wooded area behind your house. Then noticed how the sun rays beaming in through the glass pane lit up the room, you immediately knew that was the spot for it, “Yeah I do.”

“You heard my lady, Keep it moving dumbass.” Joel egged his younger brother on, however, Tommy is quick to come back, “Old man, relax, gonna give yourself a heart attack moving like this. Let me just get a better grip.”

Those two bickered back and forth like no one’s business, they never went too far but it always seemed like it could. You always found yourself laughing at them because it always started out with something stupid, it made you feel like kids again - you loved days like that.

You spun on the balls of your feet and walked back into the kitchen to finish dinner, for the three of you, just giggling to yourself. Listening to the two brothers struggle to figure out how to maneuver the couch quickly fades into a random song on the radio you had on in the kitchen.

You made a simple, yet delicious, dinner for the evening. A lemon chicken alfredo pasta, it was Isabelle’s secret recipe, you were the only person in your family to get a secret recipe out of her.

She would make this for you whenever you were sick or just feeling blue. It would make you feel better instantly, it was your comfort food for sure. She was like another mom to you, she showed you how to stick up for yourself, from your own thoughts. When she unexpectedly got sick around two months ago and passed away a week later, to say that her dying had an impact on you, was an absolute understatement. It changed you into an angry shell of a woman, your whole view of life had altered.

—

You got the call just as you were about to walk into a big consultation appointment with a client for your boss - you got promoted, yet again, now you were an assistant for the second best lawyer in the state of Texas, Mr. Dominic DelGato.

As soon as you heard your moms trembling voice answer the phone, you knew something was terribly wrong.

Before you even realized he was next to you the whole call, Mr.DelGato had seen your reaction to what you had just been told, “Go home. I got this, I’ll call you later this afternoon.” He says as you hang up the phone, you look up at him with glossy eyes, “Thank you.” Is all you muster out and then you quickly turn around to head towards your office to gather your things.

Tears threaten to spill down your face as you exit the red-bricked building, trying your hardest to not lose your shit in front of your coworkers and their clients. But once you locked your truck door, the tears started to flow out like a dam that burst open.

—

The thumping of Joel’s work boots on the kitchen tile a couple feet behind you, broke your mind from the memory of that dreadful day. You had been standing at the sink, with the water running, just staring out the window - not looking at anything specific. For what ended up being seven minutes when it only had felt like seconds.

“Baby girl?” He softly asked, already knowing you weren’t really there, he had called out for you a couple times before he walked in. Before you answered, you turned the faucet off and your hands gripped the edge of the counter, taking a second to breathe and looking at the thin band and beautiful diamond on your left hand. “Just got lost for a second baby,” you then turn your body around to face him, “I’m okay.” You half smiled trying to convince him, yet, it seemed like you were convincing yourself.

You can tell Joel wants to push you more but before he can ask if you’re sure, here comes Tommy behind him, “What smells so fucking good hun?” You slide over to the stove to stir the tall pot containing dinner, “Lemon chicken alfredo pasta, my favorite.” You hum as the fresh smell of lemons flows up in your nose.

Joel takes your place at the sink, washing the last of the dishes you used to cook. “God that sounds delicious, you should save a little plate for me hun,” Tommy starts, you snap your head to the left and before you ask questions, Tommy is already sharing why, “Maria is cooking at the house tonight, I can’t stay for dinner. But you guys enjoy and please, relax - you need it.”

“You better get home soon then, I’ve heard she’s got a temper on her.” You joke as Tommy gives you a warm hug, “Don’t get on her bad side, she will hate you. I know that feeling all too well.” Joel chimes in behind you, still washing pans. “Oh do you now?” There’s an inflection in your tone that makes Joel regret letting that fall from his mouth.

A beat goes by and you continue, “Thank you so much for your help today, I really appreciate you. Now get on home before Maria comes looking for you!” Tommy chuckles as he says goodbye to you both and walks towards the front door. After hearing the click of the lock, you exhale, not realizing you were holding your breath.

You silently go back to the pot of hot pasta and make yourself a plate, “Dinner’s ready.” You state walking to the long chestnut table in the dining room, no emotion behind your words. You were now irritated with Joel, why did he have to say that? “I know that feeling all too well” replays over and over in your head. The way he said it made you feel like he was trying to have a pity party for himself, it made you overthink everything about yourself. Hearing Joel like that, had brought you back in time to arguing with your father, that’s what hurts you the most right now.

—

Are you too needy? Do you ask for too much? Are you annoying? Does Joel hate you? Does Joel think I hate him? Is he even happy? You don’t have a temper…or do you? “All too well.”, what does that mean? Why is he the one having a pity party?

—

Your head begins to throb from the incoming migraine, the tips of your ears are burning red, your right leg bouncing underneath the table and your breathing is getting heavier. You are just a bomb waiting to explode, a bomb that Joel has no idea was even here as he sits across from you.

“Delicious as always dear.” Joel exclaimed after his first couple bites, whereas you are basically playing with your plate. “Mhm” you hum becoming annoyed quickly, you were trying your best to not explode on Joel, you simply didn’t have the energy to argue.

Fast Car by Tracy Chapman starts playing through the radio in the kitchen, this brings you over the edge.

“Fucking song.” You grunt and scoot your chair out so you can walk away from the suffocating feeling in the air. Leaving your dirty plate on the table was something you didn’t do, but here you are. “What is going on with you?” Joel questions as you angrily strut past him, trying your best to not cause hell, you ignore him and go out the slider to your backyard. After slamming the slider shut, you feel a brisk breeze that makes you wish you’d grabbed a jacket, but you were not walking back in there.

You grab one of the bigger roaches from the ashtray that’s on the patio table and light it as you curl up in a chair by the empty fire pit.

—

That song just had to play then, you always find a way to torture me don’t you dad? I can never escape you and your evilness, you will follow me till I die, won’t you? Why can't you just leave me alone? Why are you coming through Joel to get to me, what kind of hold do you have over me?

—

Your mind is in shambles, you can’t think straight. You just want to be left alone until you can make sense of them. But Joel can’t read your mind, though you wish he could, so you’re not shocked when you hear the slider open and shut.

“Sweetheart, I’m sorry I said that to Tommy. I was just trying to make a lighthearted joke, as soon as I said it, I knew I messed up. Didn’t realize this bad though.” Joel explains, as he kneels in front of your curled up legs, your dead eyes stare at Joel’s dark brown eyes and you take a drag off the roach, blowing the smoke up into the sky between the both of you.

Honestly, you aren’t even upset with him anymore because he apologized like he should - yet you still are raging on the inside because your father never did that. “Baby..please say somethin to me,” Joel pleads, “Even if you have to scream at me, do it.” You took that as a green light and the world you two shared, starts to crack.

“Don’t ever throw around that I hate you. It feels like your asking for fucking sympathy when all I do is love and support you altogether, shit is not funny.” You sternly state as your face goes stone cold, the roach you lit is gone somewhere.

“I wasn’t-“ he starts to interrupt, “Not a fucking negotiation Joel. You just don’t do that, because I have given all of myself to you.”

You’re fuming now, getting yourself all worked up over a joke, deep down you know this is ridiculous but your logical thinking is gone. “Since you feel like me giving you everything you could want and more, is the feeling of someone who hates you and you “know it all too well”. Why are you still around?” You two are standing at this point, you on one end of the patio against a wood pole and Joel is basically mirroring you.

Joel’s face is bright red, eyes twitching, he wants to yell back at you for being crazy but he knows you’re mentally dealing with a lot right now. Now you’re mad because he’s not giving you a reaction, this leads to you thinking he doesn’t care how upset you are. “Are you even fucking listening to me?” You yell taking a couple steps towards him with your arms up to be dramatic, he’s still holding himself back - until you push the final button.

“Fuck you Joel,” you hissed, now in his face. “You know what, it all makes sense now, you don’t care cause you’re out fucking Samantha. Just - Fuck you Joel.” This broke the restraint that Joel had.

“Are you fucking serious right now?” His voice booms outside the patio, he’s never been loud, but you weren’t backing down. “Then explain to me why you’re away all the time with her? You don’t always answer texts or calls when you’re with her, maybe I’m losing my mind but there’s something going on.” Now you’re loud in his face, trying to keep yourself together and trying not to cry.

Joel strides towards you and backs you up into the corner as he towers over you and bites back, “Because I fucking work with her!! She’s my assistant you dumbass!”

Immediately, you go into fight or flight mode - your body naturally choosing fight mode. You forcefully slap Joel across his face, creating a crack that echoed into the trees like Joel’s voice. As he backs away, you bolt into the house, up the stairs into the bedroom you two shared and locked the door. You turned your back to the door and slid down it, sitting on the floor while salty tears hit your lips and chin, terrified for what’s next.

Not even three minutes later, you hear the slider door shut, followed by Joel’s quick and heavy footsteps on the hardwood floor, his keys jingling next, then silence. You wait for him to say something, anything - but the sound of the front door slamming rang through your ears.

Joel left. You couldn’t believe it. Joel really left. You’re sitting on your bedroom floor that you share with Joel, in absolute shock, this was almost identical to how your last interactions with your father went.

—

After about an hour of hoping he would come right back, you were proved wrong, he was still gone and you had no idea where he was - frankly, you didn’t want to know. You find the strength to drag yourself into the bathroom that's connected to the room, and you run yourself an almost boiling hot bath.

You strip yourself of the sweater and jeans that Joel said he loved on you, looking in the mirror, you see a girl you don’t recognize. A girl who is not sure who she is anymore, a girl who is severely damaged, a girl who just wants to be loved and not left behind.

Not crying anymore, but your eyes are still full with tears. You slowly sink into the deep tub of steaming water, the burning sensation bringing you comfort and some kind of security.

You begin to replay the evening in your head, trying to figure out where it all started. But the thing was, it was all you, you’re the one in the wrong, Joel did nothing wrong. Until the end, he did not have to corner you or call you a dumbass, that was Joel’s error, a pretty big one at that.

About two hours later, you’re out of the tub, laying in your shared bed with one of Joel’s flannels on - but Joel’s still not home. You roll over to look at the clock on your nightstand that reads, “12:28AM”. Rolling onto your back, you feel something in your chest rip so violently that you swear, you could hear the rip of your own heart. Did you just lose Joel forever, because you’re turning into your father?

—

Did Joel really abandon you? Is he over at Samantha’s? Did Joel mean it when he called you a dumbass? Why is the curse of your father following you and the man you love so deeply? What are you going to do? This time is different, Joel has never left after an argument - he’s never not been home to sleep either. Are the thirteen years of you and Joel going to be thrown away all because of you?

[foundry-fabrications]

Foundry Fabrications Has a New Home!

Hey folks! I am incredibly excited to announce the launch of something I’ve been working on the last couple of weeks: Foundry Fabrications now has a dedicated website!

For a long time, I’ve wanted a place away from Tumblr that I can call my own, where I can make all of my content easily accessible for everyone, and that can grow and change alongside me. A long time ago, I tried something like that, but it didn’t go well for a multitude of reason. Mistakes were made during that transition that I don’t intend to make again.

The new site will now be my main base of operations going forward, but I’m not going to outright abandon Tumblr like I did before, and Patreon isn’t going anywhere either. As some of you maybe saw, I have the new site set up to automatically send new posts here when I post them, so you’ll all still be kept in the loop should you decide to just stay here and not engage with it, which is totally understandable. And I still plan to check in every once in a while and make posts that are relevant to the platform should I need or want to, as well as respond to comments or questions when they happen.

Speaking of being kept in the loop, something the new site allows me to do is newsletters. Anyone who subscribes to it (which is free) will be notified by email when something new goes live. Eventually down the line I’d like to add more too it like TTRPG news or other content I want to shout out, stuff like that.

The site itself right now is nothing fancy, though I put a lot of work into making it as professional and user-friendly as I can. I’ve no experience in web design and a lot of it was existing templates I tweaked to suit my needs, as I do, so whether I accomplished that is up to y’all. The main goal was to make it easy to find a piece of content one might be looking for, or easily browse everything to see what I’ve made thus far, and that was easy do to with automatic categorization and a search function. It’s basic, but it works.

Because God has cursed me for my hubris and my work is never finished, I have a lot of plans for ways to upgrade the site with new features, various integrations, and ways to monetize my work. Gotta keep the lights and pay for the domain and service somehow. Initially, that means ads, but I’ll be looking into ways to remove them for regular supporters and I bet most of you use adblockers anyway, which I totally get, no judgement here.

That’s about all I have to say. I hope you all like the new site and I would love any feedback you have on it. Anyway, stay safe, don’t forget to love each other, and I’ll see you soon.

[whowantslovergirl]

An: YALL VOTED SO ITS HERE pt. 2 of reckless 🥳 YOU NEED TO READ THE FIRST ONE TO UNDERSTAND THIS ONE or you will be like this 🫠 and all of you should thank @kentfisherswifee6 for suggesting this WE LOVE YOU hope y’all enjoy 💋

Reckless but Careful

CAN WE TALK ABT FINEEEE HE LOOKS IN THIS GIF GAWT DAYUMM

Pope Heyward x reader (reader is female with she/her pronouns)

warnings: tbh idk, ig happy ending, cursing, kissing, reader appreciation, and i think that’s it hope you enjoy my lovers 🤍

outer banks masterlist

Summary: You learned your lesson about being reckless

posted: April 18,2023

“You didn’t turn off your location!” You roll your eyes. Of course the first thing he didn’t do was turn off his location. “I have Samsung!”

“I have a Samsung too!” So you all see the text between JJ and Singh. Your eyes widened at this one text.

‘I want you to bring Ms. Jewel.”

Well shit.

“Ask him why!” You exclaimed.

“Alright! Alright!” JJ typed and typed.

“You’re such a slow typer.”

“Shut up Y/N! Ok he said ‘I want to see her’ that’s some pedo shit.”

“Shut up Jay! Ok do like a trade in thing. Like I want her for her type shit.”

Pope did not like that idea one bit.

“What? No I’m not letting you do that.”

You roll your eyes and everyone can feel your frustration. He said he was done with you and he has the audacity to care now. You are not letting that bullshit slide.

You turned to him and he sees the look on your face. “I thought you were ‘done’ why do you care?” He was silent searching for an answer. “You’re still my friend Y/N.” You scoff. “Bullshit!”

“Ok lets not do this right now. We have someone who wants to see you and he’s coming here in-.” John B checks his broken watch. “Five minutes!”

You both look at that ground like children getting scolded.

_____

You guys set up traps around the abandoned building and it worked. Singh was now looking for you and you never got Kiara.

So it was totally worth it.

“We need to get her back!” JJ was now going crazy that we didn’t get Kie back. Which is a lot of emotion for someone ‘you like platonically’ or so he says.

“Jay you need to calm down. We’re going to get her back.” Now he was just pacing back and forth, mumbling different plans to get her back.

You can see in the corner of your eye Pope staring at you. You roll your eyes again and you are about to say something but you hear a boat.

It’s Kie.

“Jay” You pointed behind him. He turned around and saw her. They ran up to each other then everyone went to them except you and Pope. You both look at each other. He can tell you miss him and you can tell he misses you.

“Can we talk?” He turned to you and nodded. He went on the boat and you followed.

_____

“They almost kissed?!” Pope just told you that he saw JJ and Kie almost kissed. He nodded. “I obviously don’t care but it’s the-.” “Principle.” You both say it at the same time and looked at each other.

You really miss him even though you broke up only like two hours ago.

“But I understand it is pretty weird since he knows y’all history. You want me to talk to him?”

“No it’s fine I really don’t care.” He shakes his head.

“I’m sorry.” You both say at the same time again.

“You can go first-no you should-.”

You both laugh.

“Can I go?” You turned to him. He nods and does a ‘speak now’ motion. You laugh again. That’s the first thing you liked about Pope. His humor.

“I just want to start by saying you’re right. As much as I hate to say it but you are Pope. I don’t think about my actions and I almost died several times while doing so. And I’m sorry.”

He went up to me and put my hands in his. I looked up at him with a dreamy look.

“I am so sorry with being so stupid. The plan was actually really good. I just don’t want to lose you at least not this early. I love you and I really appreciate you. I just don’t want you to lose your life over something stupid. And I didn’t mean anything I said.”

“So you’re not done with me?”

“Not even one bit.”

You put your arms around his neck and he put his hands on your waist.

“I love you too Popesicle.” He leans in and you smile in the kiss.

You’re going to be more careful next time.

An: AHHHHHH IM SO SORRY YALL i took forever and a day to do this SCHOOL HAS BEEN KICKING MY ASS FRRRR but until I post again my lovers 🤍 (hint: Fred Weasley smut ;)

[theconstitutionisgayculture]

Do you think if we encountered alien life for the first time and it was like semi hot, not like super hot but like alright I guess that’s kinda hot, do you think we should smash alien ass or smash that alien pass. Like this is first encounter with other aliens, what if we break a taboo or what if all the other aliens are super hot and are just like naw y’all are with them now. DO WE SMASH OR DO SAVE OURSELVES FOR THE POSSIBILITY OF ALIENS MORE OUR SPEED. Also do you think we should ally ourselves with the first friendly species we encounter or should we get a feel for the situation of the alien alliances so we don’t ally ourselves with something bad. Btw these are all extremely time sensitive questions. COMPLETELY HYPOTHETICAL! But extremely time sensitive, so if you could answer before January 2 00:00 Zulu time that would be a big help. Also if it helps your decision the aliens are green. Anyways thanks and look forward to your answer to this completely hypothetical, but time sensitive question.

Most projections about alien species tend to boil down to two major types of potential aliens. The first type are the ones who are so alien their thoughts and motivations are impossible for humans to understand, and vice versa. These are the aliens who might see a cough as a declaration of generational blood war, or being devoured alive as the ultimate expression of platonic pack bonding, if they even understand those concepts at all. But these aliens are also unlikely to care about humanity as a species. They might not even recognize us as sentient beings. Hell, they might not even be able to perceive us as existing at all, the same way we would be unlikely to notice a being that exists entirely in the ultraviolet spectrum. So it's very unlikely that we would ever get the chance to interact with them in any way.

The second kind, however, are the aliens with recognizably human motivations. They may look incredibly alien, but they come to Earth and experiment on humans to find out how we work and that's all very in line with how human scientists interact with other species. And since their motivations will be recognizable to humans, that means they will most likely have all the same desires as a human would, since similarity to humans implies a similar evolutionary tract, both biologically and culturally. If there's any chance for humanity to explore the stars and visit new planets and discover new forms of life, then any species similar to humans will also have very similar chances to do the same things humanity can. So not only would we be able to communicate with these aliens, but they would also be signposts for humanity's own future. We would be seeing a glimpse at what we, as a species, could accomplish if we put our minds and our might towards exploration and discovery, instead of focusing on the petty squabbles that take up so much of our energy today. I think meeting these aliens would be an enlightening and humbling experience for all of mankind. And since these aliens represent our future, that means they also probably share a lot of our past. Which means they would absolutely be down to fuck. So smash the fuck out of that alien ass. Bust that first interstellar nut for all mankind. Gargle gallons of alien pleasure secretions. And if our two species can consistently make each other cum, absolutely sign any alliance agreement that doesn't make us slaves or abandon Earth's sovereignty. Because nothing binds a people together like mutual, consensual orgasms.