#everything's so slow for them they'd be able to tell he's there because they see him slowly appeat

[avisisisis]

I hate it when people make the DC characters feel scared of Phantom. Or when they make them freak out over how crazy his life is

Most of the characters would just go “Oh a Ghost King! That's cool” and either attack, befriend or ignore

They always write Dick to be the responsible one when he's not. If he saw this child he wouldn't go “Omg he's so young!!! Poor baby!!!” he'd go “Oh god no please don't let B see this one” and then “Hey this one's kind of fucked up. I'm going to keep it for a while to see what happens wish me luck🤞”

Or when they make the JL freak out about him. Guys, Flash is able to break reality, time travel, destroy the multiverse and more. If he finds out Danny is Dick's clone or something he'd go “again? How many clones are there?” and just vibe with it

Danny would be so happy to find people who just don't give a shit about how weird he is. He only has his friends and sister and they're just. Three people. This boy needs mental help and everyone freaking out about him isn't helping. He's just vibing with his new also overpowered friends

“Yeah so I'm half dead. I was killed by a ghost portal that opened right where I was, and instead of actually killing me it brought me back to life. I'm a ghost possessing its own body. Sometimes if I feel too weak I'll look the way I looked when I died — with my chest half open and my eyes bleeding. My blood is green. I will probably see everyone I love die. Wild, right?”

“Oh yeah! I've got my own experience with dying. It sucks, man. It's funny for the fastest man alive to not have been able to outrun death lmao. Speedsters also age really weirdly. I'm a married adult with two children but I look like I'm 18. But then later I look like I'm 30. And then 20. And then 40. Sometimes I'm afraid I'll look into the mirror and won't recognize who I see haha”

“Talking about body horror! I don't know if I'm the real me. I've created so many mes (the scout thingies) that I can't tell if I'm the original one or not. Maybe I died, and I'm the only thing that remains of me, and I would never be able to tell. I could be being tortured right at this moment. I could be trapped in the speedforce. And no one would ever know because I'm right here, but if I'm not me then they'd live with an imposter by their side”

“Ahh, body horror. My old friend”

(they're all on the verge of a panic attack)

Danny, glowing with a green light at 3am in the kitchen: Hey what the fuck are you doing here

Green Lantern, also glowing with a green light: I live here you fuck

Danny: Shit this isn't my house??

[runnning-outof-time]

I’m (Not) Alright with a Slow Burn | Tommy Shelby x Reader headcanons

Request: yes by anonymous

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x Reader (headcanons)

Summary: How Tommy would go about being stuck in a slow burn with someone he's falling for.

Warnings: mention of death of grandmother, slight season 2 spoilers

Word Count: 2537

A/N: I really enjoyed this request! umm…I’m not sure if these are 100% written like headcanons - I wrote them like I was spewing out ideas lol. Kacey Musgraves’s song Slow Burn was also running through my head while I was writing this, hence the title. Also how the hell do you actually spell headcanons?? Is there 1 ‘n’ or 2?? Lol . Enjoy! :)

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• (Y/N) was one of the few Shelby Company Ltd. employees that Tommy didn't hire. She was brought on board while he and the boys were off at one of the races. Polly saw the potential in her and immediately welcomed her into the company.

• when Tommy returned from said races, he was pleasantly surprised to meet her.

• and Polly clocked that immediately. She was able to tell by the lack of a fight - Tommy was always able to find something to pick at when she made decisions within the company, no matter how minuscule. But there was nothing to pick at with (Y/N).

• Polly also wasn't surprised to see (Y/N) completing more and more tasks that came directly from Tommy. They'd be tasks that Polly hadn't even known about...but for some reason Tommy trusted (Y/N) with them.

• (Y/N) didn't think anything different about it. She'd been hired into the company and one of her bosses was asking her to do things. That's what was supposed to happen, right?

• although she did find it odd that it was Tommy asking her to do these things when she'd originally been hired to help Polly with sorting out the books and the like.

• things persisted like that for a few months. (Y/N) would happily and eagerly help him with whatever he needed to have done around the company. He'd look out for her, making sure that she was happy in her position and just in general. And in return, (Y/N) would (try) to keep up the same for him. She'd show that in the smallest of ways and attempts, but he would notice. Over those few months and because of those small acts, Tommy's thoughts and feelings towards (Y/N) evolved.

• he can still remember the day when that switch began - because it haunted him every day after.

• she came into his office like it was any other day for her...but it wasn't any other day for Tommy.

• he'd been working under Campbell for a few weeks at that point, and it'd become apparent that he'd be dead at the end of the arrangement. Tommy wasn't afraid to die, but the thought of getting everything in order and making sure his family could go on without him was now plaguing his mind.

• so when (Y/N) asked him what he had for her to do today, Tommy rattled off his list without as much as looking up at her. He was fully expecting her to turn and exit the second he finished speaking.

• she didn't. Silence reigned for a moment or two before "are you ok, Tommy?" came quietly from her. This made Tommy look up, and when he did, all of the noise in his mind ceased. Sure he looked at her before - he'd looked up like this thousands of times, but he never saw her like he did when he looked up this time. It was this otherworldly experience that he'd only been through twice before. Which meant he knew exactly what was happening.

• even though he brushed her question off and told her that he was fine, he hoped that things wouldn't change between them.

• and thankfully they didn't because hell, Tommy Shelby was certain that he was falling in love.

• he began testing the waters carefully at first. (Y/N) was a good woman and he wasn't about to make her leave the company due to his actions. He couldn't stand to lose her.

• so he started by making sure she was being heard; by actually listening to her whenever she'd share ideas or tell him how things played out with what he'd asked her to do.

• then he emphasized making sure that she was safe - having blinders on her block, sticking around on the days where she and Polly would be in the shop tallying the winnings, and also personally offering to take her wherever she needed to go.

• (Y/N) reacted bashfully to these offers. She felt that the other company employees would think that she was getting special treatment or something — well...she kind of was...but she deeply appreciated Tommy doing these things.

• in regards to feelings, Tommy was putting his out there as best as he could (which, well I'll let you be the one to decide on how well that is) He really tried to make a more personal connection with her; to get to know her as her and not just another employee...and in turn he let her know him.

• (Y/N) stayed professional. He was one of her bosses after all. But she couldn't deny that she enjoyed being in his presence. Her friends found that crazy, too...how can she be happy to be spending time with Tommy Shelby? She swore it off as strictly work related until she couldn't anymore.

• the evening started like any other...(Y/N) went home after work with the intention of doing what she did every other evening. But something was waiting for her at home. Something that turned her world upside-down. She found out that her grandmother had passed away. The post had come and one of the letters was from a sibling of hers, sharing the news. She didn't know what to do.

• after exhausting all of her options, she found herself at the Garrison. Tommy had invited her there in the past, but she never accepted it due to wanting to stay professional.

• she asked around for him and the second she found out that he was in the snug, she made her way to it and opened the door. He was in there, but so were his brothers. "This was the last place I could think of," she blurted out. "Everyone out," was all Tommy needed to say before it was just the two of them in the room.

• (Y/N) quickly sat and let everything out. Tommy listened intently, something no one had ever done for her in the past. They sat in the snug for hours, (Y/N) talking and Tommy listening. Her ability to share her grandmother's story helped her immensely.

• from that evening, (Y/N) saw Tommy in a different light. The fact that he sat and listened to her as she lamented to him and not once did he even think of leaving meant the world to her. No one had shown her that sort of worthiness or attention.

• all at once it felt like she was head over heels for him. Like all of those little instances he'd shown her before had all culminated into this one, major display of devotion. It had her realizing that maybe it wasn't solely because she was his employee...maybe it was much more than that.

• and so when he went out of his way and made sure to check on her the next morning - she knew this because Polly commented on the fact that he was supposed to be in London by sun-up - and he couldn't get him off of her mind no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't beat around the bush anymore...she'd fallen for Tommy Shelby, hard.

• but things didn't hit off right from that moment.

• no, it took a rather long time for those feelings to actually come out.

• there was a lot of dancing around the other - the smaller gestures and moments still occurred, but neither one was willing to make that jump over the edge and confront the other about it.

• yes, you read that right...Tommy Shelby was actually keeping his feelings for her close to the chest.

• mostly it was because of the position they were in. He'd offer to take her to dinner and she'd politely decline (even though she really wanted to go) because she was worried the other company employees would suspect something.

• Tommy wasn't exactly into the dancing around it (he hated it at times actually), but he honored her choice.

• but that doesn't mean he wasn't taking every chance he got to spend time around her. To check in on her and see how things were. To walk her home if she stayed later. Anything to show her that he was serious...without actually saying that he was serious.

• he was hooked on her though, there was no doubt about it. All he needed was for her to really show that interest back to him, and then he'd know for sure that he could act on it.

• and then Polly's birthday came.

• the company/family decided to host a party at the Garrison. Of course (Y/N) was invited.

• a man named Louis was one of the men who worked the shop floor daily. He saw (Y/N) almost every day that she was also on the floor, and he made it a point to seek her out as well.

• much like with Tommy, (Y/N) kept things between her and Louis strictly professional.

• but this party is when Louis decided that he was going to make his move...to try and woo her.

• maybe he should have thought this through...

• (Y/N) was sitting at one of the tables, chatting with some of the other women who worked within the company. It was a surprise that she wasn't with Tommy, considering he sought her out almost immediately after she arrived. But Tommy was still present though.

• Louis had this plan to put everything right on the table. He smoothly walked over to her and, equally as smoothly, slipped into the booth that she was sitting in. (Y/N) was polite, but it was obvious that she wasn't feeding any more into it than a simple, friendly conversation.

• but of course Tommy didn't pick up on that. From where he was standing it looked like Louis was a little too close to her for comfort. So he quickly intervened.

• and he was anything but subtle with it. He was quickly able to make Louis feel uneasy and clear him out.

• (Y/N)'s confused, but happy to have the man she'd hardly talked to gone. She sends Tommy an appreciative smile and that's just about enough to bring Tommy to his knees. But that doesn't happen...instead he gives her one of his signature, lop-sided smiles and nods at the ladies sitting with her before going back to where he previously was.

• this interaction didn't go unnoticed though. Polly and Ada were watching from off to the side. These two know Tommy better than anyone, and they've rarely seen him react this quickly and in this sort of way. So it's glaringly apparent to them that something's going on here.

• and this becomes increasingly apparent as time goes on.

• also as time goes on, (Y/N) manages to move up in the company. She's basically right underneath Polly in terms of power, becoming her 'right hand man’ in the treasurer position.

• having this position means that she's more involved in the inner circle and is at all of the meetings.

• the entire family swears by the fact that Tommy is softer with her than he is with anyone else.

• you can literally see the change the second she shares her thoughts on a matter or even enters a room. The switch is practically on a dime.

• but these two keep dancing around each other - they've been doing it for close to a year at this point.

• and those who know of it are baffled. They are obviously in love with each other...why hasn't one budged and made things official?

• the suspicions on this topic all come to a climax on the first year anniversary of (Y/N) joining the company.

• Tommy invites her out to dinner. (Y/N) agrees this time mostly because she knows what day it is...and she knows that the Shelbys like to celebrate such things.

• but she's surprised when she arrives at the upscale restaurant and is escorted to a table for two. Tommy can't help but smile at the face she pulls when she sees that he's sitting there, waiting for her.

• but she gets comfortable very quickly. It's Tommy we're talking about here...she's never been more comfortable with anyone in her life if she was being honest. And the same goes for him too.

• the dinner lasts hours. They talk about everything and anything. Work's off the table, but yet they still manage to not have more than a moment of silence. Both are surprised at how freely the conversation flows.

• eventually Tommy brings up the subject they've been dancing around.

• he lays everything out on the table this time. There's no sense in holding back. He tells her how she makes him feel, how she's made him feel from the moment he first saw her.

• he also mentions the fact that he's felt this way for a while now, and that he can't continue dancing around it any longer. He honored her desire to stay professional for this time, but he wants her too much, loves her too much to keep going like this for even a day longer.

• at first (Y/N)'s shocked. She's not oblivious...she'd been catching the little hints that he'd been leaving all this time, but she was truthfully too hesitant to ever bring the subject up to him.

• but now that he's put it out there, she figures why should she hold back her feelings any longer?

• so she lays it all out for him as well. Tells him how she feels about him, how she's felt about him for some time now.

• Tommy can't contain his happiness as he hears this. He's grinning like a fool.

• so really there's only one last thing for them to do now...make it official.

• Tommy wastes no time in doing that.

• he asks her properly though. That's what she deserves, especially after all this time that's been invested.

• he stops them just down the road from where she lives. He tells her that he really likes her (he won't use the 'l word' just yet - even though the two of them are so clearly in love) and that he can't wait a moment longer to make her his.

• (Y/N) quickly agrees with the sentiment after everything that had been shared during their dinner.

• Tommy can't help but smile at her response, and he just barely nods his head in his Tommy fashion before continuing to walk her home.

• they share their first kiss at the front door, and it's absolutely magical.

• they then proceed to do a terrible job of hiding it while at work. Tommy's waited this long to be with her, he's not going hide his affection for her any longer.

• their definition of 'in secret' is soooo far from the actual definition. They think that they're being sneaky, only stealing kisses in empty hallways and in Tommy's office, but it takes Polly literally only two days to catch onto it.

• no ones upset with it though. Honestly everyone’s happy that they’re finally together.

• well everyone except Louis…Louis is a little bummed about the whole thing. But Tommy and (Y/N) don’t care about that in the slightest.

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[imtotallyokandnormal]

I can’t imagine how confusing wanting to be hurt for sexual reasons would be for John after everything XD it would have to be very slow, but once he got the hang of it and after many reassurances, they would have a blast.

Ohhh my god ok ok listen I'll explain everything as I write it but...let's just say he will not like it at first-

Reader: gn reader (no genitals described)

Warnings: nsfw, masochism, John gets very worried but ends up very horny, John can be interpreted as dominant or submissive (I believe in Switch Doe Supremacy)

Image link: how are y'all? Tell me about your day

》☆John Doe x Masochist You!☆《

- Sex with John usually is pretty vanilla, because John doesn't know exactly how humans prefer sex and also because he's afraid of giving into his desires and hurting you in the process. So you could imagine they were extremely confused and surprised to say the least when they found out that's actually what you wanted!

- Whether you asked him to do something pretty kinky or even just something small like giving you a hickey, their reaction would be the same; completely stopping and just staring at you with the widest "what the fuck??" eyes possible.

- "...my dear- I thought humans didn't- like to be hurt-??? Why would you want me to hurt you???-"

- On their shirt (yes in this scenario the shirt stays on because I think it's funny) it's just a bunch of ???

- Even if you tried to explain it to them they'd still be extremely confused. I hope you don't mind the mood being ruined by him asking a bunch of questions because honestly he'd be too confused and worried to continue until they entirely understand.

- John would be trying to just process the fact that even after everything he's done to accidentally hurt and even kill you, you still want them to hurt you? But in a different way? Honestly they really wouldn't get it and would be apologizing for not being able to understand.

- You'd have to start out slow for him to get warmed up to it, like just gentle bites on the shoulder or something along those lines. John would tell you to tell him if it hurts too much, they still don't want it to go too far. Honestly they'd be really nervous about it, arms around your waist as he gently does as you ask.

- Your reactions are what get them to start liking it. If you moan or whimper, maybe move against them a bit, that's when their world opens up. Seeing you enjoy him giving in to his less than gentle nature, even if it's a little bit at a time...oh, it'd start to drive him wild.

- The more you beg him to keep going, the more you urge them on to do more things, to go harder, the quicker John starts to feel the adrenaline rush. You liked this- you liked their form of love, the form he tried taming to protect you. In this context, you even loved it. And you wanted more- oh, he'll fucking give you more.

- They'll start getting rough as you continue, maniacally giggling to themselves as they start to do everything they've been holding back to protect you. He'd get a little drunk on it honestly, seeing you enjoy it so much. It makes them want to see the full extent of your pleasure. They want to see you at your climax, begging or even demanding for him to please, please never stop.

- You'll be completely covered in marks by the time you both are through with each other. Of course John still exercised restraint, and if you asked them to stop they wouldn't even hesitate, but seeing the aftermath of his love decorating your skin, even if it's slight...good lord, it makes him absolutely smitten.

- Oh by the way John gives the fucking BEST aftercare this side of The Uncanny Valley, they are absolutely giving you everything you need. Snacks, a bath, anything you requested would be there in seconds flat. Anything to show you the love you want and need. But it really does make them happy seeing you enjoy a form of love he's more familiar with giving.

[judeswhore]

late night talking; steve harrington

summary: steve harrington used to spend his friday nights partying, now he spends them curled up in bed, phone pressed to his ear, committing the sleepy tone of your voice to memory

pairing: steve harrington x fem!reader

requested: yes

warnings: none

notes: feedback is appreciated! you can find my masterlist here.

"i thought you'd flaked on me, harrington." your smile was soft, giddy excitement swirling low in your tummy the second you heard steve's voice on the other end of the line. you tried to picture him, sprawled out on his sofa, telephone propped on his stomach, one hand on the receiver, the other holding the tv remote so he could set up that weeks movie. his house was probably dark, empty apart from him and you so badly wished you could go home, could spend the night tucked into his side instead of only being able to hear his voice. but you still had two weeks left of college, two more over the phone movie nights.

"on a pretty girl like you? never." you could hear the grin in his own voice, words softened by love and adoration. it was a tone you'd realised was reserved only for you. robin called it his "mushy lovesick voice" and steve never really argued because she wasn't exactly wrong, he was mushy and lovesick when it came to you.

"it's almost eight thirty."

"college is teaching you things, i see." you rolled your eyes even though he couldn't see you, brought the blanket further up beneath your chin. your muttered "har har" made him laugh, a snorted breathless sound that you could somehow feel against the warm skin of your cheek. you could imagine him hovering over you, pressing kisses to your face as he told you how sorry he was for being late, his breath warm and ticklish but comforting all the same. you missed his kisses. "dustin needed a ride home and for some reason couldn't ask nancy to just drop him off so i had to drive to the wheelers then to munson's then to his house."

"eddie's?"

"hmm, dustin left his latin notes there."

"isn't he failing latin?"

"i think he left the notes on purpose, apparently they'd been there about a week." you tutted, smirked a little as you tugged at the phone wire.

"your rebelliousness towards education is rubbing off on him, harrington."

"oh yeah, totally, it's not at all to do with the fact he spends most of his time talking to suzie or locked away playing d&d." steve huffed, a half exasperated sound and you knew it was because dustin was spending more time with eddie munson than with him. he'd never admit it but he was jealous, he liked knowing he was the older, experienced guy dustin went to for advice, he didn't like the idea of someone else taking that spot. "enough about dustin, you got the movie ready?"

since leaving for college, this was always how friday nights went. steve would call at eight, at the same time you'd press play on the movie you'd chosen the week before but you'd hardly ever really watch it. the next few hours would be spent talking about what you'd done the passed week, despite the fact you called each other almost every day, you always found something to talk about. you would tell steve about classes, about the new people you'd met and how everything seemed so different to back home. steve would tell you about robin and her all consuming crush on a girl from band, about the kids and their constant d&d campaigns, about lucas' position on the basketball team and how steve had been practicing with him when he wasn't working.

hearing stories about your friends back in hawkins made being away from them a little easier, settled that feeling of homesickness that always lingered over you ever so slightly. it was hard being away from them, but no where near as hard as being away from steve.

"yup, just need to press play, you got yours ready?"

"yeah, okay on the count of three?"

"mhm." steve was slow in counting but you made it work, dropping the remote down on to the comforter beside you afterwards. you could hear steve shuffling, the slight creak of his old sofa and another pang of longing sifted through your heart. "i have a confession."

"that sounds ominous." the opening credits of the breakfast club started playing on your little tv but you'd turned the sound almost completely all the way down, far more interested in what steve had to say.

"so, i rented the movie like three days ago because i knew i'd be too busy to do it today and then last night i finished studying early and i was bored so i watched it." a few moments of silence followed your words, the soft sounds of steve's breathing the only thing you could hear. it might not have seemed like a big deal to other people but movie night came with rules, the main being neither of you watched the chosen movie before friday or without the other. it was simple and straightforward.

“are you serious?”

“i had nothing else to do.”

“we have rules for a reason!”

“it’s not like i’m gonna tell you what happened.” robin had created a lengthy list of movies from the shelves at family video for you and steve to get through, most of which neither of you had seen. which was why you’d created the “no watching without the other” rule because if you were home these would be the movies the two of you would experience together and you still wanted that, you just had to work it into your new separation.

“that’s so not the point, i’ve never watched one of our movies without you.” your brow crinkled at that, eyes narrowing because steve had one hundred percent watched one of the movies without you. dustin had told you so himself.

“you’re such a liar, steve harrington.”

“excuse me?”

“you watched weird science with the kids!” he made a soft noise down the line, a sound that told you he’d been caught out. you twisted the phone wire around your finger, let your gaze stray to the photo of you and steve propped on your desk and the sight of it instantly warmed your heart. it had been taken just days after you and steve had been hired at scoops ahoy, both of you dressed in that ridiculous uniform, hats and all, grinning wide, toothy and so dizzyingly happy. steve was behind you, arms wrapped tight around your shoulders, his face nuzzled against the side of yours, cheeks smushed together. it was probably one of your favourite photos, it was so sickly sweet and innocent, neither of you worried about potential supernatural threats or college distances.

“who told you that?”

“dustin.”

“little shit.” you knew steve was shaking his head, could picture the way he frowned and rolled his eyes, head tipping back ever so slightly in disappointment. “in my defence, it was babysitting duties.”

“you couldn’t have watched something else?”

“no, it was the only movie i had.”

“you work in a movie store. y’know, where you can get movies whenever you like.” despite your words you couldn’t stop smiling, heart aching with the need to be close to him. you wanted to be teasing him in person so you could see the glint in his eyes and the soft pink that dusted across his cheeks.

“there was no way in hell i was leaving those dickheads alone in my house while i went to get a movie. do you know what happened last time?” you shuffled in the bed, propped yourself up against the heard board and brought your stuffed teddy into your chest. it was one steve had bought for you as a parting gift, sprayed with his cologne but despite the fact it had long since lost the smell you still kept it with you, a steady comfort.

“last time?”

“they thought it would be a genius idea to try and make pancakes and almost set my house on fire. the whole stove was in flames and lucas tried putting it out with tiny cups of water and just ended up flooding my kitchen floor. it was a- are you laughing?” steve cut himself off, shock and a tiny bit of offence creeping into his tone as your giggles got a little louder. “it’s not funny.”

“it kind of is. i mean, what were you expecting?”

“i don’t know? that they’d occupy themselves in my pool? that robin would be smart enough to be able to make pancakes.”

“robin was there?”

“it was her idea!”

"oh, stevie." your laughter was uncontrollable, giggles muffled ever so slightly as you pressed your face into the teddy in your arms. you could picture steve walking into his kitchen, shock and horror on his face, confused about how the hell they'd managed to ruin the once pristine space. you could imagine his bickering with robin, him calling her out for being the worlds clumsiest person, her trying to defend herself whilst most likely laughing behind his back and the kids. the kids would be trying their hardest to act sorry but no one is ever able to take annoyed steve seriously anymore. not when he walks around with a stripy kitchen towel slung over one shoulder.

"well, i'm glad it's amusing to you, had to throw away my pan." the smile in his voice was evident and it made you miss him even more, a tiny knot forming in the middle of your chest. it was hard sometimes knowing you were missing a lot, you were missing seeing the kids grow up and make their stupid mistakes and just sometimes a tiny voice in the back of your head would tell you to go home. and then a much louder voice, one that sounded suspiciously like steve, would tell you to stop being an idiot, they'd all still be there whenever you came back.

you opened your mouth to tell him you'd happily buy him a new pan but he was already speaking again, voice softer than before. “god, i miss you.” it was a whisper, so quiet it almost got lost before it met your ears but it still made your heart twist, stomach dipping.

“i miss you, too. so fuckin’ much, steve.” and it was true, before leaving for college you and steve had done everything together because before he’d become your boyfriend, steve harrington had been your best friend.

you’d learnt to ride your bikes together, taken swimming classes with each other, swapped your sandwiches at lunch time because steve hated crusts but his mom never cut them off. you’d been there the first time steve had broken his arm, the first time he’d fought with his parents when all he needed was love. you’d built forts and treehouses, collected frogs and spiders. steve had been right by your side the very first time you’d had your heartbroken and he’d promised he’d never let anyone hurt you like that again. at seven years old he’d given you a ring twisted from a paper clip and told you he was gonna marry you one day, had told you he loved you, that puppy love that only children really knew. but now at twenty he really loved you, the all consuming, heart crushing kind of love.

every second of your life had been spent with steve, you’d never really figured out how to go about it without him being there and college had been a struggle to adjust to. there wasn’t a single second that your heart didn’t ache with how badly you missed him, how much you wished college had been something you could experience together.

“when you’re home, you’re not leaving my house for at least a week.”

“your house or your bed?”

“both. i miss you.” you grinned, a face splitting smile and flopped back on your bed, tugging the blanket up beneath your chin from where it had slipped down. “you’re mine only for the first week, i want you all to myself before the kids start hogging you. dustin has already started planning what he wants to do, said he doesn’t even care if i have plans.”

“and do you have plans?”

“of course i do.”

“what are they?”

“a surprise.” you groaned at that, a low, gravelly sound that made steve laugh. his laughter sent a thrill of love through your chest.

“c’mon, you know i hate surprises.”

“trust me, you’ll love this one.” you pouted even though he couldn’t see you but still there was a small flutter in your stomach as the thought of whatever steve had planned. he may not have seemed it but he was the biggest softie at heart, more romantic than a john hughes’s movie and it always made you feel unconditionally loved. you knew without a doubt that whatever he had planned would have you falling even more head over heels for him, if that was even possible at this point.

your pout suddenly slipped into a smirk as you remembered the lilting tease to his earlier mention of keeping you bed bound. you tucked yourself further into the bed and let your eyes fall shut, letting your mind conjure up and image of your boyfriend lying on his sofa, all soft and fighting sleep. he hand one hand in his hair i’m your vision, his other hand fiddling with the telephone cord.

“so if i’m not allowed to hear about the big plan will you tell me about your plans to keep me in your bed? what exactly does that look like?” if your smirk was big, steve’s was even wider. you heard him shuffle, getting himself more comfortable and his voice had dropped ever so slightly lower when he answered you.

“oh that i can tell you all about, i’ve been thinking about it every night since you left.”

[adventuringblind]

Drive With You Forever

Chapter 12.5: Max and His Stamina

Max Verstappen x Charles Leclerc x Lando Norris x Reader x Oscar Piastri

Chapter summary: Lando is a pain and Max takes everyone apart because of it

Warnings: sexual things ahead, very little description os said sexual things because y'all can use your imagination, definate Dom/sub things going on, rope, a lot of rope,

Notes: I wrote this with the intention of shamless smut, and then I ended up with this. I actually really enjoyed just writing the interactions between all five of them.

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"This is you're fault Lando."

"Is not!"

"It definitely is."

"Pretty sure we wouldn't be here if you didn't antagonize Max."

"Is Max normally like this?"

"Only with Lando. We're innocent bystanders."

Having one person tied to each bed post is not how they envisioned ending their day. Max is nowhere is sight, and they've been waiting for him in nothing but undergarments for at least twenty minutes.

Three of them had no clue what they'd done wrong. Sure, Max had won another rave, but he'd very clearly said 'punishment' in his text after the race.

Lando had done a stupid thing a whispered in Max's ear while walking past one of his interviews. He'd yet to fess up what he'd said.

Charles is sitting with only one hand tied to the post because he'd done the other three. The other hand still has his phone to communicate with Max.

Consent is still important even if he's not in the room. And he was mildly worried that the female was going to panic that she'd done something wrong.

Oscar had only watched them do things like this and joined in a couple of times when he felt like he understood what was going on. One thing he learned early on is that Lando doesn't do what he's told unless he's in the mood to comply, and Max has less patience for that.

Charles is incredibly patient and can handle Lando. It's always shocking when Oscar sees him piss off the Dutch instead.

Oscar doesn't know where he falls yet. He's been going with the flow of things, and despite being the youngest, he quite likes telling people what to do.

"Os, Max wants me to go over rules with you while me wait." Says the Monegasque who is sitting comfortably with his knees bent.

Oscar shifts his gaze from the Brit to him. This looks much nicer than the one Lando had been receiving. "Didn't we already do this?"

"Yes, but he's being cautious."

"It's because of the Daniel incident." Says the female with no hesitation. She'd told him about it on their way to meet up at Max's hotel room a while back. They'd invited him in on something intimate for the first time, and she thought it best he knew.

They'd had discussions about everything prior. A few times, at least. But when he actually joined the first time, Max was incredibly hesitant. But he understood why and didn't take it as an insult.

"Safe words?" Charles quizzes him.

"Green for good. Yellow for slow. Red for stop." It's simple and universal for all of them. "No choking unless it's light for Charles and Lando. Don't put Y/N on her knees. Also, keep ties loose unless it's Lando. Make sure Lando communicates because otherwise, he'll let himself get hurt..." he thinks for a moment if he's missing anything.

"Anything you want to add to the list for yourself?" Asks the female.

"I've learned I don't like being hit or choked or things like that." He confesses. He's watched Charles and Lando get hit a couple of times and spanking is fun to give less fun to recieve.

"I'll add it to the list and make sure Max know as well."

They communicate so well like this. There is no shame and no secrets here.

"Lando, what did you whisper to Max to put him in a mood?" He asks. Both out of curiosity and for future reference.

"Possibly something about him not being able to take all four of us." Lando gives Oscar a cheeky smile. The other three collectively role their eyes.

"So we're here because Max has a point to prove." Charles shakes his head.

"You're not even completely tied up!" Complains the Brit.

"Max will do the other hand when he gets here, relax."

The girl pulls her knees to her chest. Her look is a bit distant, but not in an incredibly concerning way. “Max is on his way up.”

“Why do you look scared, chéri?”

She shrugs at the question. “Don’t want him to be mad.”

“Luckily for you, I think he’s only frustrated with Lando. He’s doing this as his podium celebration.” Explains Charles. She nods her head in understanding and relaxes a bit.

They hear the door unlock and Max leans in the opening of the of the room. He can perfectly see all four of them. “Everyone alright?”

Despite three saying yes, Charles begins to list off everything they’d talked about. “Os has the rules memorized now, Lando is still being petty, I couldn’t get my other hand done and needed to text you anyway, and y/n thinks you might be mad at her so reassurance is in order.”

Max makes his way over to them and gently takes Charles’ other hand. He uses the leftover rope to secure his once free hand. When he’s done he plants a kiss on Charlie’s head. “Thank you.”

Charles looks at Lando and eyes him smugly.

“So here’s what I’m thinking.” Max crosses his arms and stands at the foot of the bed. “I’m going to start with one of you, then add another, then a third, then Lando.”

“Why am I last?!”

Max shoots a glare at the Brit causing him to shut his mouth. “Because you started this. I could not let you off the rope at all.” Lando casts his eyes downward. Being last is better then nothing.

Max steps next to the female and unties Charles’ knots. He gently tugs them away from then kisses her wrists. “You’re not in trouble and I’m not mad at you.” Max pulls her into him and runs his finger across the bare spots on her body.

She sighs in content. Her body leans into him more just from the contact. Max could spend hours just memorizing her body, but he won’t torcher her. She’s done nothing wrong so there’s no need for it.

He’s got her finishing with just his tongue. The other three boys are now squirming.

Shockingly, Max goes for Oscar next. He unties his wrists and kisses them.

“Maxy, did I do something wrong?” Charles asks. It’s not whining, just confusion lacing his voice.

“Not at all, I just want things to be even, and you have been tied as long.” Max winks at him, and Charles nods in understanding.

"Perfectly honest, I have no idea what we're doing." Oscar trying to look confident but failing miserably. It doesn't help that Max is both tall and broad.

"Letting me take care of you."

Oscar hates it when his knees get weak. But he loves it when Max and Y/N are pulling him apart. Even more so as he gets to reciprocate.

To say that Charles and Lando are struggling would be an understatment. There is much more squirming then there was before.

Soon, Max is repeating his actions. Albeit more sweaty this time.

Charles had done his time and now is having his ropes untied and wrists kissed.

Charles definitely knows what he's doing as he's all over Max the second his hands are free. Charles is much more exploitative with his tongue than the rest. An advantage he uses over the other four.

It's not long until Max is picking him apart as well.

When four are heavily panting and all of them are shocked that Max is going to go another round. He eyes Lando with a cheeky smile. "Have you learned your lesson?"

Lando looks like he might cry if he doesn't have any physical contact in the next thirty seconds. He's begging Max to let him go.

When Max feels satisfied, he repeats his actions a fourth and final time. His kisses the Brit's wrists where he had been rubbing them against the rope.

Max takes his sweet time undoing Lando. His patience is immense. He's showing him just how good he takes all for them. It's meticulous, really.

Max almost collapses after everything. He didn't even know he could go for so long.

Charles disappears from the main room and comes back with towels for everyone. He passes them around and then helps Max move into something more comfortable. Practically putting on clothes for him, them covering him with a blanket. It takes thirty seconds until they can hear him snoring.

Charles sighs and shakes his head. "I hope you're proud of yourself, Lan."

Lando is still on the floor, catching his breath. He gives a thumbs up to show that he is, in fact, very proud.

Charles knows the routine and makes sure his three younger counterparts are taken care of. The female doing the same for him after she's done in the bathroom.

She hates it, but they'd learned their lesson after her first UTI.

Oscar and Lando are curled up next to Max. They leave no room on the bed for the other two.

"Max should start booking his own hotel rooms." She whispers over to Charles. "Maybe then we'll have a bigger bed."

Charles just laughs and drags her to the couch. It's not ideal, but it works.

Soon, the five are asleep. Much to the displeasure of a certain tall Australian who'd been trying to get a hold of any of them.

~

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[strangersteddierthings]

No Regrets - Part Five

Part One🦇 Part Two🦇Part Three🦇Part Four🦇Part Five🦇Part Six

This beautiful fic cover you see below was made by the fantastic, wonderful and lovely @skepsiss <3 Thanks so much!!! I'm still crying about it.

He jolts backwards, the burning in his chest hurts, it fucking hurts but- but it doesn't? He pulls in a deep, shaking breath and feels no pain.

"Steve?" Nancy asks from off to his right, so he turns to look at her. She looks concerned, and scared in a way he hasn't seen her in years. (Except it's not years, is it? Not anymore, or not right now?) "Are you okay?"

He shakes his head before digging his palms into his eyes. He's dying, dying, dying- he's dead, he has to be. The Storms are so toxic and he-

"Steve," Robin's voice is accompanied by her hands around his wrists. She pulls his hands from his eyes and he lets her. He blinks at her worried face. "Steve, what just happened?"

"I-I was. I think... give me a moment" Steve says. Robin nods once, a confirmation, but she doesn't move away or release his wrists.

He pulls in another deep breath and closes his eyes to think. He's trying to remember. He thinks he promised to explain everything after... after Pennhurst? Yes, he remembers. Promised that after Robin and Nancy got back from their trip to Pennhurst, he'd tell them everything he knows. It's... it is after, now.

It was yesterday that Robin and Nancy went to Pennhurst and spoke to Creel. They learned about Creel, and the music. They still got found out as fakes; Steve didn't remember what caused them to be discovered last time to be able to warn them against it this time.

He still ended up being bullied into driving Max around. This time, though, he already had an hour-long loop of Running Up That Hill in his car. They'd let Max go to speak to Billy alone, like last time. The boys paced around the car and this time, when they realize that Max isn't responding, Steve's already loading the tape into the cassette player. He shoves it into Lukas's hands and tells him to put it on Max, press play, and to not stop begging her to come back until she is.

Steve saw he had questions, but Max was more important. She floated, and fell, and Lucas had caught her. Then...?

Oh, right. Then, he did explain, yesterday evening, after everyone had crowded into the Wheeler's basement. Went over Vecna winning, Hawkins becoming ground zero for the apocalypse. Talks about a future with a lot of loss, but won't say who, as well as the slow decay of the air and earth. That you could breathe the air for small moments of time, but long exposure would make you sick. That even though they'd finally killed Vecna in 1989, too much damage had been done, too many gates opened, kept opening with every new death by demo-creature. El alone would never be able to close off all the gates. They were working on trying to create a reverse of the machine below Starcourt, meant to close gates instead of open, but the world would probably be a complete wasteland before they could complete it.

No one had reacted well to the news, but the yelling was a minimum, which had been a pleasant surprise.

In the end, Steve had told them they needed more people, more help. That he was going to tell Wayne about the Upside Down.

He opens his eyes, now, and looks around. The place is small, familiar almost. Wood paneling and- The Munson's home. They're in Eddie's home. Because last night Steve had come over. He'd come over and told Wayne everything because he couldn't do this again. Not alone, not as the only responsible adult.

The Wayne in the future had been so willing to help, when Hawkins ripped open at its seams, and Wayne in the present was the same. He didn't- he didn't even call Steve crazy. He'd said he believed Steve, that some government lady told him they were going to pay for him to be in a hotel since his home was an active crime scene, but Wayne'd refused. Eddie wouldn't know where to call when he got out, and what if he just showed up and Wayne was gone- well, Wayne found that unacceptable.

Now, Wayne should be his way back from Indy in Eddie's recovered van with the Byers and Mike, and they're here waiting on a call from Eddie.

Steve's not dying, or, he's not anymore? Or maybe he is, and this is just. What the end is like? Getting to put an end to your regrets or something.

Whatever. It doesn't really matter what or why or even how. He knows what is in store for the future if they don't stop Vecna today.

"Sorry, sorry. I'm back," Steve says, opening his eyes to look at Robin.

She scrunches her brow. "Back?"

"Back from the future," Steve gives her a lopsided grin and in return she squints at him, leaning in real close to his face like the closer she is the more of his mind she'll be able to read.

"You're a different Steve. Again."

"What?" Nancy asks.

"Again?" Steve asks.

Robin scrutinizes his face some more before backing off, just a few inches. "Yeah. It was- Saturday, when you just walked out of our shift after Dustin and Max showed up, you were different then. Not. It was- you know how we were just talking about how if only we could combine, our love life problems would be fixed?"

Steve does, but only after having to think about it for a moment. It was so long ago, but it wasn't. Not for the Steve he's replaced, not for Robin in front of him. "Yeah. I remember."

"It's like I didn't realize how much we'd already combined until we weren't anymore. It was like... like you were a completely different person. I thought it was just, maybe, a reaction to learning the Upside Down was back. But you got different. More haunted."

"You noticed a difference?"

Robin scoffs, "of course I did. You're you but it was. This whole week it's been like... each day brings a new you. With different quirks. Except yesterday was still all the same old-new you so I thought- I thought maybe we'd succeeded. Fixed whatever it was that needed changed because you hadn't changed. But we haven't yet. 'Cause you're back."

Steve shakes his head. "No. No, we haven't. But this time- we'll have the manpower."

"No, I mean, I just-" Robin huffs, falling back onto her butt rather than staying in an uncomfortable crouch. "I just noticed, is all."

"Are we making it better," Nancy asks, "or worse?"

Steve looks from Robin to Nancy. "I-I don't know."

"What do you mean you don't know?"

"I mean I don't know. I don't- I don't know what we've changed. Or if it's been for the better. Because I don't remember."

"Oh," Nancy says with a nod, the look on her face morphing to one Steve knows means she's working out the puzzle of it all. He'll leave her to it.

His attention turns back to Robin, who has her head tipped back, looking at the unopened gate on the roof of the trailer. It definitely cannot be mistaken for water damage anymore. "What are you thinking about?"

Robin tips her head back down to look at Steve. "Exactly that."

"What?"

"Sorry," she says with a frown, "I was just thinking about how we can't- we don't really read each other's minds anymore. I know we should be worrying more about the end of the world but I'm just, just being selfish. Worrying about our friendship."

"You are the only constant in my life, Robin Buckley," Steve confesses, a fierceness to his tone he doesn't even recognize. "You have been, and always will be, the person I need in my life to bother even living it. I swear to God, Robbie, that if anything ever happens to you, I will walk into traffic."

Robin lets out a laugh. "That's a bit extreme."

Steve shoots Nancy a look; he can see she's in her own world. He stands then, offering a hand to Robin to pull her up. "Come on. I have something to tell you. A soulmate secret."

Robin's eyes light up with delight and he pulls her from the ground before leading her to the only place they can get privacy. Eddie's room.

It's two steps into the room that Steve realizes he's never seen Eddie's room before. Or, if he had, the memory of it is lost with the time line it happened in. In Steve's memory, the front half of Eddie's home gets obliterated, and when Eddie and Wayne went back to gather the things that survived the gate opening, Dustin, Mike, and Lucas had gone with the help pack it up. Steve had been helping fortify the high school.

It seems ridiculous, to be hit with the thought of never having seen Eddie's room, with the threat of the apocalypse still looming.

"Alright, secret time," Robin sounds delighted, and her voice pulls him from his thoughts. She shuts the door and turns, eyeing the bed skeptically. "Hmm, standing room only I think."

Steve huffs out a laugh as he takes in the mess of a room, a room that looks lived in and shows Eddie's personality and the things he cares about. Nothing at all like his own room at the Harrington house; perfectly clean and matching and devoid of anything distinctly Steve. "Like you ever make your bed."

The noise Robin makes is clearly offended, and she smacks his arm lightly with the back of her hand, "uncalled for! Unprovoked, even!"

"Yeah, well, you're judging a guy who's been in jail this past 48-ish hours. Not like he had time to tidy up," Steve says.

"I think the state of his bed -whole room, really- is not because he didn't come home to clean up. In fact, I think he just lives like this."

"At least his room looks lived in. I mean, look at all of this on the walls. You think he drew these?" Steve says, hand reach out to brush against a drawing tacked to the wall nearest him.

"Your room could look lived in, too, if you weren't afraid of a few tack holes," Robin replies, crossing the room. Steve watches her go, approaching the mirror and the guitar mounted in front of it. She examines the guitar before picking up the red yoyo atop the amp.

"And here you were worried about not being able to read my mind anymore."

She turns to him and gives him a quick, genuine smile before turning her attention back to the yoyo. "So, what's the soulmate secret? You really good with a yoyo?"

"What? No. I didn't even know that was in here," Steve says.

"I thought you knew the future," Robin teases as she gets the yoyo to successfully fling from her palm and back into her grasp. She makes a little pleased noise before she creeps around the room, gawking at all of Eddie's things.

"I know one, specific future that we are trying to change, if you'll remember. I didn't know you could yoyo."

"Neither did I- oh my God, there's an Alf costume in his closet!"

"A what- no, nevermind. You can snoop and-"

"I'm not a snoop."

"-and listen as the same time, so I just. I'm gonna say something and please know that I have had five years to figure this all out, and also know that the apocalypse has a way of putting things into perspective."

"Mhmm," Robin hums an acknowledgement as she moves back to where she picked up the yoyo. "Why does he have a pepper shaker in his room?"

Steve ignores her, choosing to believe that was just her thinking out loud and not actually asking him. "Actually, the apocalypse was full of surprises. And I mean, beyond the surprises one might expect. Like, so many of our old teachers are survival experts. Did you ever have Mr. Clark, that guy- wait, no. I had something I wanted to tell you."

The phone starts ringing in the living room. Nancy's out there, though, so neither of them move to the door.

"Anyway, this feels so... why am I so nervous about this? I mean, I've already told you once, but, uh, I. I'm a little worried, scared?"

"Hey, whoa," Robin has dropped her investigation and turned fully back to Steve. "What is it?"

"I like Eddie," Steve blurts, needing to get the words out. "I like Eddie, and I died so now I think this is my only shot, like last last shot but I don't even know if he'll still like me back and I'm, like, ridiculously nervous to see him because, and this is the soulmate secret part because-"

"Whoa, what, what!!? Did you just say died?"

"- you cannot tell anyone, but I'm the reason he's been in jail. I called Hawkins PD and told them where they could find Eddie, 'cause if he was in jail then he couldn't be blamed for Fred's murder, but I've never had to fess up to that because, like, Hawkins exploding and life becoming an actual nightmare for years made it not important. Like, what's a criminal record in the face of no surviving government?"

Robin is staring at him, eyes wide and face slightly pale and it's now that Steve thinks that, maybe, he's not doing as well with everything as he thought he might be.

"Am I... okay?" Steve asks himself out loud, and that has Robin throwing herself across the room to clutch at Steve, drag him into a crushing hug. He hugs back, trembling and finding it hard to breath.

"No, no I don't think you are," Robin whispers, squeezing tight.

"Hey, that was- oh!" Nancy says as she flings the bedroom door open. "Sorry. I didn't mean to interrupt-"

"It's just a hug," Robin says.

"Right. Umm, the phone was Officer Callahan. We can go pick up Eddie."

"Right," Steve says, pulling away from the hug and pulling himself together. He can have his mental break down tomorrow. "Let's go get Eddie."

Provided if that, this time when he closes his eyes to rest, he'll wake up here and not. Well, either in the future or not at all.

-

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[dearshelby]

The observer | T.S

Summary: Once you've learnt Thomas Shelby rules Birmingham, you were convinced he was the only person able to help you. However, Tommy is not a man of favors, he's a man of exchanges.

A/N: This is for Madelyn's (@jomarch-wannabe) celebration! Just before I posted it I realized the summary is a bit suggestive 😅 There's nothing nsfw here tho, it's actually a bit angsty. I decided to use the prompt "I've got my eye on you" bc it gave me much freedom for any ideas I could have, hope you like it 💞

Tommy's been watching you since you started to show up at the Garrison, asking questions and keeping your head low. Arthur was the one to notice you first, the discreet lady sitting on the corner, not drinking more than a single beer and staying around for two or three hours every day. The family had enough problems already, they'd hate you to become another one.

To soothe Tommy's suspicious nature, boys followed you on the streets and much to their surprise, you never did anything strange. You knew you were being watched, it'd be impossible to get close to Thomas if he labeled you as a threat and he was your only chance.

It took months for you to really find him, everyone knew who the peaky blinders were, but not many were willing to give information about them. As if Birmingham was ruled by mysterious faces, hidden behind razor blades and an awful reputation.

On a rainy Monday morning, you waited for the pub to open, usually Arthur did it, not that morning though. You watched Tommy quickly unlocking the door, entering the building before getting soaked. That was the perfect moment, you had to talk to him.

Rushing under the thick raindrops, your eyes scanned the place, he was nowhere to be seen, however you could hear his voice coming from the backroom. Realizing he was on the phone, you waited.

Air becomes scarcer as minutes go by, you planned everything you'd say and yet, your body tenses up to the thought of being face to face with him. If he denied your request, you'll have wasted months of searching.

His imposing figure finally showed up, not seeming surprised by your presence, squinting his eyes, he sized you up.

"Finally decided to make a move?" his cold voice cut the tense silence.

"W-what?" you stuttered, he didn't sound like you expected.

"I've got my eye on you, for months now, since you started to attend my fucking pub asking about me,"

"I know," you admit, "I've been trying to get to you because I know nothing happens in this city without your knowledge,"

"How did you find me?" he asked and you sensed his dangerous undertone.

"Everyone knows who you are," you hesitated, scared to give the wrong answer.

"How?" he repeated, impatient.

"My sister went missing ten years ago, police dropped the case, they never really tried to find her so now I am," you explained, "and people told me they saw someone who matches her description here in Birmingham, I've learnt you control everything that happens here so I want your help,"

Tommy's jaw clenched, you couldn't tell what went through his mind as he watched you. With his slow, positive nod, an ounce of hope blossomed inside you and quickly vanished with his next words.

"What else people told you? That I do charity work?"

"Mr. Shelby, I-"

You stopped talking to watch him walk behind the counter, taking two glasses and pouring whiskey. He gestured for you to have a seat, lighting up a cigarette while you obeyed.

"Hm?" he hummed.

"I know you're a busy man, but without the police, without anyone's help, I'll never see my sister again, please," you begged, "don't you have a sister of your own?"

Listening to your reasoning, Tommy's features softened up, but hardened again to the talk of his sister. He knew you weren't aware of Ada, he only hated to be pressured with mentions of family bonds.

"What do you want me to do? Put my men on the street to search for a woman they don't know, without a picture or exact description?" he questioned with a hint of irony, "Why to find a woman who doesn't want to be found?"

"What makes you think she doesn't want to be found?" you frowned.

"If this woman you're looking for is in fact your sister, she'd have gone back home, eh? Searched for you,"

Your shoulders dropped at his explanation, you understood the logic behind it, just didn't want to believe your sister was gone. Surely, maybe the woman wasn't her, but what if it was? What if it was and you gave up finding her? You couldn't afford the doubt and if Thomas Shelby didn't want to help you, then damn him.

"I see," guzzling down the whiskey, you headed out, "sorry for wasting your time then,"

Before reaching the door, you heard a deep sigh from him, a tired, slightly frustrated sound.

"Wait," he stopped you, "if I were to help you, it wouldn't be cheap, I can't make my men look for a faceless woman for free,"

"I can't pay it either," you turned to him, "tried a private detective once, it's too expensive,"

"Well, there's something you can do,"

You gulped at his suggestion, dealing with men of his sort and much worse for the last few months, you've learnt sex pays for almost everything. You never indulged though, viewing it as not worthy.

"Yes?"

"You've been looking for your sister for months, you managed to find me," Tommy drawled, "I need people like you in my business, observers, my eyes when I'm away,"

"For how long?"

"Until we find her,"

"No," you denied, not interested on the risk of ending up working for a gang forever, "if we're doing this I want a contract of employment stipulating an exact date,"

An entertained smirk crept into his face and he took a piece of paper and a pen from his pocket, writing something in it.

"This is my office's address, be there today at five o'clock,"

"What for?"

Checking his pocket watch, Tommy lastly explained while walking to the exit, "To sign your contract,"

Alone in the pub, you sighed in relief, a smile grew on your lips. With his help, you'd see your sister again, you were sure of it.

[cinnamonest]

Ever since i saw your whiney darling stuff i fell in love! Please tell us more! Maybe like how some characters would react to a really mean bitchy darling who always fights them! Or a rlly whiney prissy girl, like one of those entitled brat darlings, maybe for kazuha or childe where she thinks their whole life style is too gross for her

Ohhhh noooo those two would be so awful, albeit for different reasons... also making note of a few others worth mentioning for this concept

Kazuha is a better fit initially, but becomes progressively more frightening, whereas Childe is just an absolute menace overall. Childe finds your brattiness cute, at least for a while. He goes out of his way to provoke you and mess with you, especially anything that gets squeals and panic out of you. For example, if you're grossed out by blood and keep complaining about his tendency to come home practically caked with it or freak out when he tries to touch you with it all over his hands, he makes sure to do so to a greater extent, just for you! He's basically just awful because he'll pick at the things you dislike and actively do anything he can to upset you because it's just so cute.

That being said, he himself is picky about your behaviors in the sense of timing. He wants you to be all pouty and upset, but only when he wants it. Like, he'll do something to mess with you and get your reaction one minute, but now he's done with that, moving on, and wants you to be all affectionate and... you're not. What do you mean, you're still upset about what he did 5 minutes ago? Now this is a problem, he's supposed to be able to just sort of shift your moods around like a light switch. He doesn't want you to be irked anymore, he wants you to be happy and nice now so why are you mad and not immediately conforming to what he wills you to feel like at any given second? Unbelievable.

Kazuha on the other hand... he manages very well, in terms of his own emotional regulation, and he's better at first than Childe because he's accommodating, tries his best to please you. He doesn't get outwardly angry or loud or volatile, no, he handles it the same way he does everything, with a soft smile on his face that's starting to seem a bit eerie the more you complain and the quieter and more twitchy he gets. He can actually take quite a bit of your abuse with a soft smile on his face, only trying to gently dissuade you. Hey, now, let's be reasonable..., or it's not so bad, see?, or don't worry, we can stop and rest soon, so on and so on... for a while. He has his limits.

Something you do eventually pushes him over the edge. His smile doesn't drop, but you'll just be whining and complaining and all of a sudden his hand is around your throat with a crushing, asphyxiating grip.

Hey... let's try to be more positive for a little bit, okay? Can you do that for me?

The intensity of your windpipe being crushed is so unmatched with his pleasant expression and soft tone that it leaves you reeling. But he's waiting on an answer, and you find yourself frantically nodding your head so he'll let go. Needless to say it keeps you quiet and well-behaved for a while. Until you inevitably act out again, leading him to another slow build-up of frustration until you get him to snap again, and next time might be a little more aggressive.

Also worth mentioning: there's another tier of being a bad fit, but in a different sort of way: Kaveh, Thoma, Chongyun and Bennett. All four poor things try so hard to bend to your every whim and are so desperate to make you happy that they'd wear themselves ragged trying to fix anything you whine about. Problem is that if that's just your nature, eventually it's going to reach a point where they get genuinely depressed and discouraged. At the very least, Thoma can probably accommodate your tastes a bit given that he's living on a very nice estate, and Chongyun can sometimes get a certain friend to donate some funds for him to use to make you happy, but the other two are screwed. Kaveh doesn't exactly have a lot of spending money, and even on the rare occasion Bennett finds a chest that has actual mora in it, something always goes wrong with trying to buy you something. So you'll just have to live with their frugal lifestyles... please, they'll get hurt if you're too mean about it, and can you really live with yourself knowing you've made them sad? Could you really look into those eyes and be mean?

Diluc is somewhere in the middle actually, but leaning more towards a good fit simply because he has the resources. He does have a disdain for snobbish behavior on your part, but to be honest, he quickly realizes that just giving you what you want is far easier than trying to reason with you, and he actually has the means to do so, so, he thus ends up admittedly often just giving in. Less whining that way, and frankly, whining irks him very quickly. Oh, and not to mention, he gives in easily because he still holds out hope that tending to and appeasing your pickiness will hopefully endear him to you, and he's desperate for anything that can accomplish that. One could argue this makes him both a good and bad fit for such an individual -- good in the sense that he can fulfill your desires, but bad because by doing so, he's just making your spoiled tendencies that much worse.

Xingqiu is primarily difficult because frankly, you having brat tendencies makes you two of a kind. As much as he tries to maintain his chivalrous humble aura, as always, that chivalry thing tends to suddenly dissipate when he starts not getting his way. And when that happens, you'll find he can be incredibly stubborn.  And when you're stubborn and picky and he's stubborn and picky you two are going to reach an impasse very quickly. Because he wants to do this, go here, eat this, get up and go to bed at this time and have you wear this and do this thing together, but what you want is totally different from everything he wants, and that's an issue. Obviously, logically the less important opinion (yours) should be the one that gets overridden, but you seem pretty reluctant to agree. Truly baffling.

He's pretty pushy about it, but with a smile and pleasant demeanor, trying to maintain the charismatic image of himself he likes to exude. After a while, though, you can whittle him down further and further to the point that he snaps and his spoiled rich child side comes out in full force, but only for a few seconds before he catches himself and corrects it. Only now, he's even more irritated at you for making him do that, treats it as if you actively committed some transgression against him.

And lastly, Albedo is also one that can't really be categorized as good or bad -- he's technically good at dealing with it, but in such a way that is very bad for your sake. He's definitely the most humiliating to deal with, and he nips the brat behavior in the bud very quickly. He doesn't get angry very easily, he stays calm and collected even if you throw tantrums and get furious. Eventually, after enough of him silently taking your complaining, he finally speaks.

Mm. Alright then.

You don't like the tone he uses, and it's ominous foreboding of what's to come.

Basically, he takes the route of malicious compliance. You complain about his presence, and you find yourself being dumped outside the front door in the freezing cold.

Well, you did say you didn't want to spend another second with me in the room, so I suppose you'll have to wait out here. Unless you'd like me to let you back in.

Complain about food? Alright, then you can just not eat. Complain about sleeping in the same bed? Have fun on the floor with no blankets, at least until you nicely ask to be allowed back in bed. Complain that he keeps staring at you when he's fucking you? You can be flipped onto your front side and get choked and railed from behind instead. Complain about the clothes he gives you? Okay, you can have none.

Basically he's a little bastard about it, but the most infuriating part is that it works, and very quickly too. You inevitably find yourself watching your tongue more often, and complaining less, and being more submissive. But if it gets to where you're a little bit too compliant, he might start going out of his way to do subtle little things to pull some more bratty outbursts out of you... after all, said outbursts are cute, so he doesn't want them to disappear completely, and your teary eyes and humiliation later on is even cuter.

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waking up in the morning at 7:00am sharp, getting ready for the minature version of prison but with your 2 older brothers. sae, the oldest, sleeps at the bedroom right side of yours - along with rin, second oldest, who sleeps at the bedroom left side of yours.

they're already awake by the time you are. in fact they wake you up, because if they didn't we'd be here until noon. sae makes the pancakes and rin makes the orange juice, your in charge of eating it.

since its the morning there's not much conversations being made & it's dead quiet aside from the rustling sounds of plates and bags being taken out. the itoshi brothers don't mind you being reliant on them, as they think it's a responsibility. they'd be willing to make you breakfast and wake you up everyday until you die.

when you arrive to the gates of hell, sae has to go to the other building. he tells you to stay safe and walks away, leaving rin to take care of you. rin always walks with you till the lockers cuz what if some creep goes up to you?? you need a 6 ft tall brother to handle this ( emo dog priviledges )

hanging out with your friends is cool, but not when the captain of the junior soccer club rin itoshi is constantly staring at your guy friends while his team mate isagi yoichi tries to get his attention. everytime you tell him that your fine and it's alright he goes :|.

class goes by smoothly and now its lunch time, yippie :D. oh but you don't need to get in line to get school lunch food that's ew, you already have a handmade lunch box made by sae.

today's lunch box consisted of sticky white rice along with fried egg, baby carrots with sweet & sour chicken. all in separated containers, packed nicely in a heating bag - oh and a pot of seaweed soup. nice.

as usual, the baby carrots are left untouch with a few white rice left sticking on the container. that's gonna be sae's business later on in the afternoon. you don't miss the way sae passes by your classroom, claiming he wants to see the school's newest football player isagi yoichi but everytime isagi talks to him he looks at the container of untouched baby carrots instead with an annoyed glare

isagi is starting to think the family has some issues going on.

school life is tough but when its finally over, you practically sprint to the metal gates only for sae to grab your hand and tells you "it's not safe" and to "calm down" while rin crosses his hands and gives you an unimpressed look.

"too slow turtle, i was already here" "you were supposed to wait for them dumbass" "says who?"

since its a hot summer day, sae takes you and rin to an ice cream shop to cool down a little. sae never eats the ice cream though, just hands you and rin a cone each and pays for it.

when you get home, you leave your lunchboxes on the table and decided to get a cooling bath. you don't do your homework immediately despite the constant nagging from sae and instead play some games.

at 8:24pm you went downstairs to eat dinner. rin always drags you off the bed because no matter how loud sae calls you to come down and eat you never seem to find the energy to do so.

at 11:30pm, after a tired day of everything you finally fall back to bed and sleep. you always forget to shut the lights so rin has to personally go to your room to do that for you, he says its a bad habit that you should fix soon but somehow his eyes never show a hint of annoyance.

at 12:00am does sae finally sleep, not without checking up on you and rin's room to make sure your both snoozing away. only after doing that does he find the comfort to be able to fall asleep, dreaming about whats to come.

a/n - this was not proof read guys so ignore the spelling & grmmar mistakes ...

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Dark! Xavier Thorpe x reader: part 9

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Xavier stood in his art shed, the poe cup was in a few hours and although he wanted to be confident they'd win he didn't know what happened if Bianca won and neither he nor Y/n won. Looking around at all the art he began to panic, Y/n had loved when he'd told her he was obsessed with her but this, this was a whole different level. Xavier looked at the different canvases, he'd come down most nights after Y/n had left his room since he didn't have a roommate to disturb them and drawn everything they had and hadn't done, she was his muse and it was impossible not to fixate on her. He still had hundreds of the monster as it started invading his mind more and more to the point he kind of hoped they lost so he could share the drawings with Y/n and get her to help him. He just didn't want her to know how sick he was, some of the sketches of her, things he wanted to do that he thought would get him thrown in jail just for thinking of them. He already had a paintbrush in his hand, he'd just finished another sketch of Y/n, her hands handcuffed behind her back as he bent her over the table the canvas currently leant on, his painting cloth shoved in her mouth and tears running down her face as he fucked her. Moving his hand he watched as she whined against the cloth pushing back to meet his thrusts as he spanked her hard making her cry out fresh tears spilling down her face before the sketch returned to it's normal state. Groaning he looked at the ceiling hoping anything would come to him, he didn't want to destroy his art he wanted to keep them forever so he'd always have every moment he spent with Y/n drawn out but he couldn't risk her running away from him. He didn't know what he'd do, well he did, in the back of his mind he'd thought of how he could keep her, knock her unconscious and lock her away somewhere no one else could find them. Eventually she would forgive him, she'd have too, but he didn't want to do that to her. He wanted her to always be with him because she loved him, because she wanted him, he needed her to love him. His paintbrush moved over the painting adding a small hand mark around her neck, the necklace laying against the wood where her breasts pressed harshly against the table. His brush gliding against the canvas as he added marks, bruises, bites and anything else he wanted her to have, adding the nail marks to his shoulders and back where he knew he currently had some. Putting down the paintbrush he ran his hands down his face looking at his phone, Y/n taunting him about the poe cup and Ajax telling him it was almost time to get ready into the team costumes, he wanted the ground to swallow him up as he stepped back looking around. 

"Fuck." He muttered grabbing all the canvas's of Y/n naked or semi naked stashing them in the corner with a large painting of the monster covering them as he stacked them on top of one another, leaving out a painting he'd done of Y/n and him cuddled up. He thought she'd like that one, she'd seen a few sketches he'd done of her, mainly her eyes and always complimented his art so it seemed safe to leave a sweet one out for her to see if she did win, although he had already told Ajax they couldn't lose. He was already extremely competitive but this was going a whole different level, he'd been going on runs with Ajax through the woods 3 times a week to make sure they wouldn't trip or be slowed down and added numerous different add ons to their boat this year. Checking the shed he walked around seeing if Y/n would be able to see any of the paintings he'd done nodding as he sighed out pushing back his hair as he felt the weight off his shoulders, she wasn't going to win anyway. 

Y/n stood outside the tent waiting for Enid and Wednesday, already in her black catsuit, her hair half up and braided with eyeliner and a pink nose with small whiskers and half black and pink lips, her nails painted black and running trainers on. Wednesday walked out the tent, Enid following her with make up as Y/n watched the two argue for a moment before Wednesday walked off Y/n following behind them as she looked over at Xavier, she loved the make up on him. Y/n grinned at him blowing him a kiss as she bent down climbing into the boat slowly to tease him before sitting down, Wednesday infront of her as she leant against the boat Xavier smirking at her before looking forward.

"Stop flirting." Wednesday said as Y/n rolled her eyes sitting up straight as Wednesday taunted Bianca although Y/n was too busy staring at Xavier as he cracked his knuckles and picked up the oar. Y/n grabbed hers her eyes turning purple as she used her powers to tease Xavier a little, his mouth opening slightly as he felt her nails run along his thighs glaring at her as she smiled innocently at him with a wink before watching him snap his head forward as the gun went off. Each team rowing quickly as the purple team took the lead, then the Jokers and then Enid's team with Bianca at the back as they all fought to get to the other side. Y/n winced as she watched the purple team be slammed into a buoy their boat collapsing as they all shouted out swimming to the surface, Y/n's eyes turning purple as she pushed the boat quicker watching the Joker's hit land as Enid shouted for everyone to go quicker. She didn't like using powers to win, she wanted to win because their boat and team were good not because they used their advantages like Y/n's powers. Y/n wanted to win no matter what. Hitting land moments later Y/n hopped out the boat, Wednesday following her as they began running Y/n arriving as Xavier and Ajax ran past them with the flag.

"Later Y/n, no hard feelings." Xavier said mocking her as the two jokers ran faster, Y/n slowed slightly as Wednesday grabbed the flag her mind elsewhere as she bit her lip watching him run away, she wanted to smear that damn lipstick everywhere. Hearing a thump she turned seeing Wednesday on the ground running over and calling out to her as she picked her up leaning her on her stomach tapping her face, concern written over her face as she tried to wake her up. Bianca ran past her, laughing as Wednesday's eyes shot open the siren's running off with their flag as Y/n helped Wednesday stand.

"Having a cat nap?" Bianca said as she passed them, Wednesday scowling as she grabbed the flag chasing after them as Y/n used her powers to stop Bianca's boat from moving. The jokers almost a quarter way across as everyone began rowing, Bianca barely in front of them as Xavier shouted out seeing water fill the boat Y/n wiggling her fingers at him as she grinned passing him, Xavier huffing out and throwing his oar as he fell off his seat pulling his hat off with a small tantrum. Bianca glared at her as they got closer Wednesday pulling a lever as sharp arrows came out almost grazing the boat before they began being pushed backwards everyone panicking as Y/n looked over her eyes vivid purple as she saw one of the sirens pushing the boat, her hand slamming against the water as it rippled. Her powers shoving him backwards as Thing swam forward punching him as he slowly drifted to the bottom. Y/n now glaring at Bianca as she used her powers purple mist slowly covering the lake as everyone rowed only the black cats able to see through it they ran their arrows along the side of Bianca's boat hearing them shout as Y/n cleared the mist. Xavier swam to shore, his fist clenched as everyone cheered as the black cats climbed off the boat, Enid collecting the trophy as the other teams climbed out the lake glaring at the team. 

Y/n walked over to Xavier, his face still angry as Y/n used her powers to dry him off linking her hands behind his neck as she ran a nails along the back of his hair biting her lip.

"Before i become extremely obnoxious about winning i just want to say, this whole get up, is really doing it for me." Xavier wanted to smirk at her but he was too upset about losing as Y/n began widely grinning loving how annoyed he was at losing, her grin dropping to a fake pout as she moved a hand to run along his jaw.

"Are you being a sore loser? Is someone upset they have to show their amazing girlfriend their porn shed? What kind of dirty things have you been drawing huh?" Y/n teased as she ran her nails along his chest and dipped into his waist band before letting it ping back Xavier's hands gripping her waist tightly his fingers digging into her catsuit as he glared down at her not enjoying the taunting. Y/n walked her fingers up from his waist band seeing how his eyebrow twitched as he tried to keep his face annoyed but she could feel him against her stomach, feel how his fingers flexed and pulled her closer and the slight shiver that went up his spine as she flatted her palm on his chest and tangled her other hand in his hair pulling him down.

"So moody, come on, congratulate Xavier." Y/n teased grinning at him as he breathed in his hands dropping to hold her hips tightly as she cocked her leg to lean against his thigh, Xavier swallowing his pride and looking in her eyes.

"Congratulations on winning the bet Y/n." Xavier forced out as Y/n's grin widened enjoying how uncomfortable he was with accepting her win, a small giggle coming from her as she pulled away his hands trying to pull her back as she dragged her hand along his chest circling him keeping her nails raking along his body as she did before she stood back in front of him.

"I think we should go to shed before i jump you right here." Y/n breathed out, she couldn't deny he looked really good and when he finally let himself break into a smile looking down as he shook his head, she felt almost light headed at how deranged he looked with the make up. Y/n couldn't believe how much it was turning her on that her boyfriend looked like a psychopath as he looked at her with a wide grin his eyes blown as he looked her up at down pulling her into him.

"You're the one in a skintight catsuit and cat make up on looking like any teenagers wet dream of catwoman and you're telling me we need to go?" Y/n grinned up at him pulling his lips down to her as she pressed into his body, his hand holding her dangerously low on her back his fingers digging into her butt as she pulled on the front of his costume. Xavier pulled away first enjoying how Y/n whined opening her eyes and playfully glaring at him before be took her hand, he had to show her the shed but he hoped he could distract her and convince her to head back to his room since he knew she wouldn't go back without atleast seeing the shed. The two walked hand in hand as Y/n kept looking at him, Xavier chuckling everytime he caught her as he saw the shed quickly pushing her against a tree and capturing her lips, his hand on her hip as he ran the other along her side before cupping her breast feeling her moan into the kiss as she tugged on his hair. Her hand pulling back his hair as she looked up at him eyes swirling with purple as she breathed deeply, Xavier raising a hand to wipe away the red paint on her lips as he ran his thumb over her hip rolling her hips into his before dipping down to kiss her again. Y/n lightly hitting his chest pushing him away as she tried to compose herself, Xavier stepping back as she pushed off the tree pulling his hand so he followed her towards the shed turning on her heels to face him with a wide grin.

"Stop distracting the winner, open up Thorpe i want my prize, then you can distract me from flaunting my win." Xavier smiled softly at her going to unlock before turning and leaning against it, leaning down so he looked over her as she spun to watch him. 

"Are you sure i can't distract my beautiful, sexy girlfriend for a little longer?" Y/n rolled her eyes leaning up to kiss him before spinning them around and using her powers to unlock the shed pushing the doors open as Xavier panicked rushing in after her.

"Wait Y/n!" Y/n looked around seeing all the paintings of the same monster with many of her scattered around walking towards the table where she ran her hand along a painting of her and Xavier cuddling a small smile on her face before she saw the large painting of the monster, Xavier panicking as she walked towards it unaware of the paintings behind it. Y/n turned to him concerned as she walked around taking in all the drawings of the monster before standing in front of him.

"How long have you had the dreams?" Y/n said quietly, Xavier swallowing as Y/n placed her hand on his face using her magic to remove both their make up as he leant into her palm.

"A few months now, they haven't been bad but they've been coming more often." Y/n nodded as he spoke leaning up to kiss him gently before moving to look around some more moving paintings to see around before a wide grin came on her face holding a small canvas before turning it towards Xavier as he held his breath.

"You're so cheesy." Y/n said as she held a sketch of herself, his hand cupping her face as she smiled at him, Xavier letting out a sigh of relief as he moved to clear his desk placing a few canvas's down so he could lean against it and watch her until he heard her gasp, spinning around with wide eyes as Y/n held the large monster portrait away from the stack behind it.

"No Y/n! I can explain." Xavier began to speak rattling off any excuses he could as Y/n held two paintings in her hand, her eyes staring at them as he tried to take them away, her hand letting go of one as he hid it, happy it was only one of his hand around her neck but he knew she held one he never wanted her to see. Y/n moved away from him placing the canvas on the table as Xavier tried to take it off her her hand moving to freeze him as she stared mouth slightly open running her hand along the painting as she took in each detail. It was her, naked and pressed against the desk the canvas sat against, Xavier's hand around her throat as he fucked her, one of her hands in his hair as he held the other down his head facing upwards in a moan whilst hers was turned towards her mouth open in a moan and eyes screwed shut with tears running down her cheeks. Xavier started to panic as he held back his tears, unable to get through the barrier as Y/n touched the sketch never looking at him as she ran her finger over where his hand touched hers her eyes staring at the necklace sat on the back of his hand as she grasped the same necklace. Her barrier slowly dropping as she turned to face Xavier as he ripped the canvas off the table throwing it back onto the pile as he rushed to hold her shoulders.

"I'm so sorry Y/n sometimes i can't help it, i just keep painting and sketching, you're just always on my mind and i'm not being creepy i just can't help it, i've never shown anyone else. It's just my dreams and then i feel like i can't stop." Y/n stopped Xavier as she grasped his face forcing him to look at her as she stared up at him.

"I like it." Y/n breathed out, Xavier finally focusing on her face as he took in her features, her eyes wider than he'd ever seen them and her face flushed as she moved away from him grabbing the canvas and placing it back. Her hand grasping his as she held it up, not once taking her eyes off it as she waited.

"Make it move." She whispered out, Xavier nodding quickly as he panicked, she hadn't run away yet but maybe she just wanted to embarrass him before stomping on his heart. The painting moved, Xavier pounding in and out of her as she cried out the hand on her throat squeezing tighter as her head tilting back, her moans coming out broken as she cried out his name, his hand leaving hers to grab a cloth and shove into her mouth as he continued pounding into her her face dropping to the side as fresh tears fell down her face. Xavier let his hand drop as the painting returned to normal, Y/n breathing shallow as she slowly turned to him. 

"Y/n i promise i'll destroy them all." Xavier said trying to save himself, he hadn't listened to her too busy wanting to crawl into the ground as Y/n took his hand placing it on her cheek. 

"I love it." Y/n gripped his costume pulling him into her so quick Xavier almost fell into her as she feverently kissed him, pulling him over to the table until she leant against it his hands now anywhere he could get them as she hopped up pulling him between her thighs. Xavier pulling back and holding her head as Y/n ran her hands along his body down to push them into his trousers and wrapping her hand around his dick as he groaned forcing her to look at him as she moved her hand up and down, his other hand gripping her wrist as he stared at her.

"You're not freaked out?" He waited a beat for her answer, his eyebrows scrunched in concern as he watched her desperate for her answer.

"Xavier, that was the hottest thing i've ever seen. Now hurry up and make it real before i get myself off to the painting and make you watch." Xavier's eyes widened before nodding trying to pull off his costume Y/n getting annoyed using her powers to throw them off them as she pulled him over her wrapping her legs around his waist as he kissed her, her hand stroking him quickly as she lined him up moaning loudly as he slowly pushed in. Her hand scratching along his stomach until it reached him hair, one of his hands playing with her breast as he pushed the other over hers pining her arm making her moan and eyes flash purple as she nipped at his neck. Xavier panting as he began slowly thrusting deeply into her, her hand pulling at his hair making him groan as he ran his hand up her collarbone before wrapping it around her neck and sitting up slightly to look down at her as he quickened his pace. Y/n's biting her lip as she smiled at him, she could see the concern on his eyes as she turned to look at the painting before looking back at him pushing him deeper with her legs as he moaned out. 

"Holy fuck, you're so perfect." Xavier said as he kept up his face watching her jolt against the table, the hand in his hair dragging him down to kiss him again, mumbling against his lips.

"I want to see them all." Y/n's eyes rolled back as Xavier rolled his hips hitting the spot inside her that turned her to mush as he kept rolling into her, her moans coming out louder as he leaned down leaving love bites along her collarbone and breasts sucking a nipple into his mouth and biting lightly groaning as she clenched around him. 

"You're mine Y/n." Xavier whispered as he sat up squeezing her neck as she nodded eyes barely open as she moaned out his name.

"You belong to me, you know that right? This body is mine, look at you, anyone else would have run away but you love it because you're just like me. Obsessed." Y/n cried out nodding as tears escaped from her eyes as he kept rolling his hips his pace no longer quick as he prolonged her orgasm loving how she squeezed him, Y/n trying to roll her hips into his and receiving a warning as Xavier gripped her throat watching her chest bounce up and down. 

"Say it." Xavier demanded loosening his grip as Y/n looked at him, his hand gripping her wrist hard enough to leave bruises as she whimpered.

"I'm yours, i'm obsessed with you." Xavier closed his eyes groaning as he tried not to cum, his thrusts quickening as Y/n's head dropped to the side, his hand leaving hers to quickly grab a cloth pulling her face to his and pushing it into her mouth as he rolled his hips, her eyes rolling back as she came moaning his name into the cloth. Her hand pulling on his hair as he looked down at her head tilted towards the ceiling, pounding into her as he gripped her throat cumming soon after with a moan of her name before dropping forward catching himself on his hand against the table letting go of her throat as he panted looking at her face. Y/n slowly opening her eyes as Xavier pulled the cloth from her mouth, her jaw hurting as she licked her lips tugging on his hair to kiss him.  

"Where are the others?" Y/n said out of breath as her chest brushed against his, Xavier chuckling as he ran his thumb over her neck seeing the light handprint he'd left as she pulled him closer feeling him harden inside her. His hand wrapping around her necklace as he kissed her again.

"You were made for me." Xavier said against her lips as he pushed his supplies off the table pulling out and flipping her onto her stomach and pushing back into her painfully slow loving how she whimpered. 

"You're going to regret this, you're mine." Xavier whispered, Y/n too out of it to hear him as he kissed her neck with dark eyes watching his cock slide in and out of her, their cum mixing together at his base as Y/n clenched around him, obsessed with how she whimpered and whined, crying out his name as he rolled his hips her legs shaking and hands fisted as he ran his hand along her back to pull her hair. Her mouth open as she cried out in pain, delicious pain and pleasure running through her body as he merciflessly fucked her as she begged him and pleaded out his name.

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[blanketorghost]

SIDE A:

I fell in love with the ideal person But as you can see They had to go And it is the love that tore apart my entire heart and soul When holding hands, In the park we kissed and tears fell On fallen rose petals And, sadly, they told me so: "I have to leave, And it's not because of me, my heart lies with you All the love of my insides, my chest and my soul I know one day I will return."

SIDE B:

It was you who said goodbye And yet tears run down your cheeks If you are going to erase even the memory of yesterday like this, That's enough. Just smile for me. I sing and sing about love, one that's out above the clouds But I can't see it with my clouded mind No, no, we talk and talk about those regrets that grow day by day, and as the night swarms We forgive each other but there's no meaning to it.

SO HEY UH. LIL SNEAK PEEK OF THEIR BREAKUP ARC???

TW: for mention of underaged sex (??? only adding this just in case bc it all depends if you think their bio ages are counting their bdays during the school year the main story takes place so they'd be 17/18 respectively but I consider them to be before the school year so they'd be 18/19)

ANYWAYS HI

I decided to make their breakup so specifically heartbreaking i myself choke up a little when I imagine the scenes I'll have to write (I'll definitely cry)

So uh.

The inevitable happens and Yuu has to leave. The days leading up to his leaving date things are very tense between them. A lot of their conversations are thinly veiled arguments about Azul wanting Yuu to stay and Yuu telling him he has to leave even though he doesn't want to. Azul thinks that he's making excuses and wants him to admit that he values his life on earth more than their relationship─ Yuu just wants Azul to understand that he has way too many responsibilities and life issues he needs to tie up before he can even think about running away with him to another dimension where he has nothing to his name and could slow Azul's progress down (It also doesn't help that Yuu never actually tells Azul just how famous and influential he is on earth). Yuu also thinks that they could try making a long distance relationship work since Idia and Ortho are working on ways to allow Yuu to reliably travel since they've already managed to make phones work, but Azul is very against long distance because he thinks Yuu would fall out of love if Azul isn't physically there to be of use to Yuu. They always get out of these fights by apologizing and just expressing how sad they are they can't be together but they ultimately never decide on anything. It's actually so stress inducing for everyone because they were in their whole honeymoon phase before this.

There's a whole going away party the day before Yuu leaves and even though it's fun, everything is very bittersweet and I even have this cute scene where Grim asks to go to sleep on Yuu's bed like how they did before Ramshackle was fixed up pre ch.3 🥺

BUT ANYWAYS before the Grim scene, Azul texts Yuu to come to his room in Ramshackle (Yuu often gifts the dorm's spare rooms to friends including Azul ofc) so they can talk about what they're going to do. Yeah well the conversation gets derailed and they end up having sex for the first time as like a way of Yuu physically trying to show Azul that he will love him forever no matter what //sobs

Thats when Grim barges in after they're done and asks for Yuu to sleep over. With Azul's permission he goes and sleeps with Grim but he still feels guilty because they did something very intimate together and if able he would've wanted to spend the night with Azul instead. Yuu ofc can't say no to Grim because he also loves him a lot, though.

In the morning then Yuu wakes up and makes breakfast for Azul as like a way to apologize for not staying over+ maybe make up and talk more about what they'll do?? but when he goes over to Azul's room he finds out that Azul left even earlier in the morning and broke up with him through LETTER.

So uhm yeah Yuu is obviously very heartbroken about all this but he tries to keep a strong face for his friends since he is literally leaving today and doesn't want anyone to feel even worse than they are rn. All while Yuu is giving his goodbyes, he doesn't see Azul and thinks he just dipped and won't say goodbye in person. But Azul actually does go at the last second and they say goodbye, trying to leave their relationship in amicable terms despite everything and despite they're both crying like babies. But then Yuu kisses his forehead tells him he LOVES HIM so Azul decides to play the bad guy and say goodbye to him for good.

Obviously he eventually regrets that decision but in the meantime,

here we are

also fun fact!! Yuu's vc is Symag (alongside others- im trying to catch a vibe) and this SONG in Yuu's canon he actually writes it after their break up so legit this song is about Azul in Yuu's universe BYE

[melloween-candie]

Sweet dreams [P.P]

Yandere OUAT Peter Pan x Reader Headcanon

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"Yandere ouat Peter Pan hc’s with a reader who visits neverland in their dreams? I’m esp thinking a sort of a slow-burn situation where he falls in love slowly— maybe not even realizing it until reader stops showing up because they started taking sleeping pills or something (because let’s be honest, having to spend every night in neverland sounds terrifying)"

A/n - When you said hc I'm assuming you wanted headcanons sometimes people don't actually mean it. Like it could be an autocorrect thing. Anyways I hope you like this! Sorry if that's not what you wanted!

Submitted by Anon

Warning! Yandere behavior, obsession, mentions of punishment, and favoritism

Word count: 2,212

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/"Talking"//Thinking//Muttering-Whispering/

You were lost.

So very lost.

You didn't even know it until that one fateful night.

You went to bed not expecting anything.

The dream you had didn't even feel like a dream...

And there you were standing on sand.

You were at a beach connected to an island.

It was overwhelmingly huge- the mountains as far as the eye can see.

You started walking, taking your time to venture into your new surroundings.

What you didn't know was that someone was watching you...

The next night was practically the same.

You ventured out in search of new things, and eventually, this became your regular night routine-

Along with a certain someone...

It has now been about a week or so, and you've learned a few things about this island.

One- Anything you can imagine can come true.

Two- It exists only in your dreams.

You learned that one the hard way.

What I mean was that you told your parents about it, assuming they'd tell you the name of this island, and all they said was they'd never heard of such an island.

You even tried finding it on maps because you genuinely believed there was more to it than just being a dream... Little did you know how right you were.

However, during that week, you soon realized how quickly you got lost. You were really bad at memorizing. So, you devised a solution. You thought up a couple of ribbons, and it appeared. You tied them around a couple of trees and branches so you knew where you were going the next time you visited.

However, the ribbons did work but only for a short amount of time.

It confused you. You had a theory that perhaps they'd disappear the moment you woke up, but that was debunked the moment you came back to see them still there... So why are they gone now??

You questioned it for a while and settled with the possibility that the things you think up can only exist for a few days, whether you are there or not.

It was now the current time.

You were sitting on a tree thinking about what to make real next.

Having the power to do so was more complex than it looked.

After all, having the ability to make anything real was, well, overwhelming...

But your thoughts were quickly interrupted.

"Hello there!" He popped out of nowhere, which slightly frightened you.

You didn't think anyone else was able to go here, but you... perhaps he was a figment of your imagination? After all, you didn't want to admit it, but you were kind of lonely. In real life and fake.

"H-hi umm, who are you?"

His smirk vanished instantly.

"How do you not know?! Does your world not tell my story?!" He stared at you in shock. When you didn't answer him, he knew. "I'm Peter- Peter Pan. And you would have known that this tree belongs to me."

"That doesn't make any sense... How can this tree belong to you? I've been here a thousand times, and not once have I seen or heard of you. Besides, how did you even get in my dreams? Did I make you up or something??"

Peter didn't really appreciate your attitude.

To be honest, Peter already knew everything he needed to know about you. That's why he chose to introduce himself to you now.

After the first introduction, he wasn't really a big fan of you.

At first, he never cared much and only followed you a few times, just to find out more about you.

But something in his guts told him to learn more about you.

Perhaps it's because you were the only lost girl that his shadow actually liked.

Anyways-

You guys weren't exactly friendly with each other.

At least not at first.

You didn't trust him, and he didn't trust you.

However, he didn't really see you as a threat either.

So, instead, he chooses to play a little game with you.

One you weren't aware of.

"Fine, sit there on that tree branch. At least I can sit on the clouds above."

Peter smirked all proudly. He knew what he was doing.

He was trying to egg you on. He wanted to see your full capabilities.

He knew that the only way anyone could fly was with pixie dust; that's why he didn't tell you. He was sure you wouldn't be able to fly, so you both made a bet.

He was utterly shocked when he lost.

What happened was that you started flying without it...

This piqued his interest really quickly.

I mean, even when he was a kid, he couldn't even do that when he visited...

Soon enough, the real game began-

This game involved you and Peter where he would test you on your abilities without you even knowing it.

Now, mind you, you and Peter are still not friends yet.

So, you found him quite annoying, and when you showed him you could fly without pixie dust, you rubbed it in his face.

That obviously irritated him, so he rechallenged you.

Doubling the rewards from the last bet.

He gave you a bow n arrow and told you to shoot him in the heart.

You were entirely against it, but he insisted.

He guaranteed that you wouldn't be able to even if you thought of it...

What surprised him was that you actually managed to.

Of course, Peter didn't actually give you a real deadly weapon. The arrows weren't real. It was just an illusion.

Now, you'd think that Peter regretted underestimating you; however, he made the bet to be more beneficial to him.

The bet was that if you won, you could have a more comfortable place to stay. So instead of always sleeping and sitting on the uncomfortable ground, you could have a place where you can sit on a comfy chair and have a warm meal, a warm shower, some new clothes, and a bed made for you every time you visit. But if he won, you'd have to do everything he says. You'd become his slave.

Obviously, he underestimated you, but that doesn't change the fact that you'll still be under his watch. Now that he has you in his camp, he'd be able to watch you more closely.

He was genuinely interested in finding out what made you different and if there was a possibility that he would be able to harness the power that you have.

Thus, the idea of Peter having you by his side and for him to study you closely came to be.

Whether you like it or not, he intends to make you like him. That way, you'd choose to be by his side at all times.

However, he didn't expect his feelings to change over time.

After the whole ordeal, Peter took you to camp and showed you all of their traditions. It took a while since you weren't really there.

He puts a lot of effort into being your friend. He knew that your meeting wasn't great; however, you didn't question his change of mood. So he kept playing the part.

Now, when he is testing your ability, he would do small things like-

The boys are sick; can you please think of some type of medicine to cure them???

Along with other scenarios where you would be forced to use a lot of brain power to create a lot of things.

This made you gain the label of 'mother' here in Neverland.

The younger lost boys started calling you this after a while of you treating their injuries and actually showing them some caring affection that they have forgotten the feeling of.

Peter wasn't a huge fan of it at first but soon realized how helpful it could be to have you as their new 'mother.'

After all, a mother shouldn't leave their children behind, right?

A couple has now passed, and Felix has started to gain a scene of worry. He realized that Pan changed, and he knew that Peter didn't see it.

Before, when you first arrived, he would have Felix keep an eye on you but never care enough to make him do anything to you.

Every day, he would report to Peter what he learned about you, and one day Peter decided to introduce himself.

And soon enough, Felix found you at their camp with Peter.

Peter explained everything to him as if the plan never changed.

At first, Felix played along, being nice to you, becoming your friend to cry on, to lean on, to 'trust.'

But soon enough, Felix started questioning if Pan wasn't actually acting anymore.

It's one thing to save you from drowning due to a mermaid, but ensuring you were okay afterward was a little strange.

After all, Felix even prepared the nursery for you, expecting Peter to tell him to tend to your wounds... but no. He told him to get out as he laid you on the bed.

But of course, Felix was too loyal to actually question anything. To actually do anything. To make Pan realize.

It has now been about a year since you first arrived. You have gotten used to this routine of yours.

And Felix stopped questioning Pan's deepening interest in you.

In the beginning, Pan would treat you like everyone else, but throughout the year, he'd slowly stop yelling at you as much as he would yell at them; he has even gotten softer with your punishments, and he'd give you fewer chores, and he'd even hang out with you alone more.

Obviously, the other lost boys have realized that Pan has grown to develop feelings for you. Of course, no one would say anything about it.

At least no one but Felix. He mentioned it a few times throughout the year, but it only struck Pan when he punished Felix. Pan realized that Felix might be right.

And that's when he started to question things.

He soon realized how desperate he became to know where you are at all times. He realized how demanding he'd get when you disappeared.

How he'd use 90 percent of the lost boys to search the island to find where you would reappear.

Peter didn't like how he felt the need to have you by his side.

It was as if he was falling in love with you without even realizing it until now.

Soon enough, the night came when you didn't show.

And that's when Peter's feelings became too unbearable to hide, too unbearable to deny.

He made everyone search the whole island that night.

His heart was beating so fast he could take it anymore.

He removed it from his body to find a strange spot. A deep reddish light that grew and glowed brighter than the rest of his heart. He caressed it with his fingers and felt a vast sensation flow in his body.

Hundreds of memories of you flew into his mind. Or at least it felt like that.

That's when he knew he was infected by you.

The red spot glowing on his heart, growing every day, was love for you.

The deep darkness in his heart raged at the thought of him having and growing a weakness that he wouldn't be able to get rid of.

He thought it would be best to leave you alone. That perhaps this feeling would go away with time.

Oh, how deeply wrong he was.

Meanwhile, it has been about a week since the last time you visited Neverland. You missed it quite dearly.

You weren't sure why you weren't able to visit anymore. You were still technically a kid and your feelings of being lost never changed.

In fact, you felt more wanted there, more loved. So why can't you go there now?

You questioned if it might have been your pills. Your parents were getting a little mad at you, for always sleeping. You'd sleep in class all the time.

But when they realized how you'd change throughout the year, how you became more desperate for sleep. They were getting worried that maybe you weren't getting enough rem sleep. The kind of sleep that makes you feel very well-rested when you wake up. The kind that actually gives you energy in the morning.

So, they made you take deep sleeping pills that will force you into a very deep, dreamless sleep.

You couldn't avoid taking it either; your mother was sure of it.

She'd always stay in the room to watch you take it. She'd always make sure to watch you swallow, and she'd even force you to open your mouth so she could check.

After all, it was for your own good.

Now, to Peter, those seven days were the worst days of his life, and he made sure to show it too. Whether he knew it or not, he became more ruthless toward the lost boys, but eventually, on the last day, he caved.

He made his shadow look for you. He even stopped the plans of finding Henry for you. He stopped everything just so he could have you.

And soon enough, his shadow found you.

A/n

I don't know why but making this one was a little harder for me... Lol, I hope you like it though. Sorry, I took longer than I normally do... 🙏💗 If you guys find any mistakes, let me know 🥰😘

[quigonswife8]

Teen wolf characters: they save you/help you

Includes: Peter, Jordan, and Chris

Warnings: swearing, blood, death

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Peter:

"No."

Peter can hear your heart-beat begin to slow- your breath shuddering, and the blood...there's so much blood.

"(y/n).", and, for once, the man is at a loss of words. Trudging- limping- towards you, he makes his place next to you. Hands moving to press down on your stomach- the blood coating his hands.

"Peter?"

but you're so weak. Unable to keep your eyes open long- only glimpses of Peter in your vision.

"...it's me sweetheart. I'm here."

Hunters. They're the reason for this. They'd been after Peter, when you'd been there. With no hesitation one of them shot you before Peter could even stop them; he'd been forced to watch you get shot.

"It will be okay..."

Through half-lucidity you place a hand on the left side of his face. Smile growing on your lips;

"...I know it will be, because you're here."

In another situation he would find this adorable, but right now, it only emphasizes more the urgency of the situation. He needs to heal you, and quick.

Looking back at you with kind eyes- only you're ever witness to- Peter sucks in a deep breath, letting the healing begin.

Through this whole process you are fighting back the urge to fall asleep 'cause if you do you'll probably die. No you are able to force yourself to stay awake until he's finished healing you.

When the healing is over Peter feels light-headed, but apart from that, he's okay. He pulls his hand away, and glances down at you.

"...see..."

Then, he stands with his arms already wrapped around you holding you close.

"...you're alright..."

He glances down at you just in time to see you drift off. Relaxed- in no pain- but fine. You're okay. He lets go of the breath he'd been holding.

Pressing a soft kiss to your head Peter falls into a step, heading off to find the others.

-

Jordan

You hadn't seen it, but now as Jordan is unaware of the debacle you have yourself in, you're forced to stand there.

Bear trap. It had been hidden so well that no one, not even your werewolf friends, would have been able to notice it.

"Jordan...?"

Heart racing at what feels like a million miles an hour; but you force yourself to remain strong. Jordan stops, and turns, his eyes soon falling on your panicked face.

The deputy tilts his head, confused.

"Everything alright (y/n)?"

Sighing- shakily- you look down.

"Not really, no..."

Jordan follows your eyes- they fall on that device- and then his heart stops.

"Shit..."

Tucking away his gun, he slowly approaches. Bringing himself into a kneeling position to search for the instructions; different trap, different instructions. he has dealt with this before- last time things went...differently.

"Okay..."

So while he finds the instructions and reads over them you have to stop yourself from freaking the hell out. You trust Jordan- of course you do- but anyone with their foot stuck in a trap would feel this way. And with your heart racing as fast as it is you swear you'll die of a heart attack instead.

"Okay..."

He looks up at you- the fear on his face, evident.

"...okay when I tell you jump out of the trap and I'll grab you."

"Okay..." with a small nod, you force a smile on. "Okay Jordan. I trust you."

The deputy nods, his eyes flicking back to that lever. Jordan nods to himself, brngs his hand to the levers, and then turns it.

"Now!"

You jump out of it, like he’d said to, and Jordan grabs you. *bang* the trap goes off mere seconds later. You're fine, though- no broken leg.

"Thank god..."

A weight lifting off both of your shoulders; you practically lose strength in your legs Jordan being the only one keeping you upright.

"Thank you Jordan..."

He nods, not letting you go.

"You're welcome."

-

Chris:

The moon looms above, providing you with light, while you trudge through the woods.

Chris is behind you, one hand on his gun, while the other rests by his side.

"...how long now?"

With your own weapon out and ready for if anything were to happen, you're soon joined by Chris. Who looks ahead, but also glances at you from time to time.

"A few more minutes."

Hunters, as always, have been causing some trouble for the pack. You and Chris had decided to go and scope things out, see how many of these hunters there are.

"...you sure you want to stay?"

"I'm sure."

You soon fall into a silence, some glances spared between eachother every so often. Sure you'd rather be spending your friday night doing anything other than this, but at least when you've dealt with these hunters, you can ensure the safety of the others.

They may be supernatural's but you and Chris are still the adults [Derek having left a few weeks prior], and their safety is your top priority.

Picking up speed a little you realize you're unaware of the eyes from nearby. A hunter has caught wind of your little 'scoping out mission' and has been following for the past couple minutes. His aim is on you, and then he'll be able to 'take out Chris' next. In this hunter's words 'he's smarter'

Chris says something, earning a quiet laugh from you. Nudging him gently you flick your eyes to the path ahead, again; the hunter gets closer, smirk on his lips, and when he's sure he has a lock on you, he brings his hand over the trigger.

5: he counts down in his head

4: he notes that smile on your lips. It will be gone soon.

3: a small click sounds as he quickly loads in another bullet

2: "You're dead."

1.

*bang*

Gunshot ringing out through the woods. Gun dropping to the ground, the body joining the gun.

Silence...

a breath is let out, and then quick footsteps over to the body. Chris looks at the body...and then he turns to you. You stare at Chris with wide eyes, shock covering your face.

"What..."

"He was going to shoot you."

Chris closes the distance between you, placing a hand on your shoulder. Letting out another breath you'd been holding you place a hand on top of Chris’s shock still on your features, but also relief.

"Thank you."

He hides his fear, that he had nearly missed that Hunter. Chris nods, a small smile tugging at his lips.

"You're welcome."

The two of you soon continue on, but you notice Chris become more protective.

[jeneseoquoi]

nct 127 | mtl...

obvious when they have a crush

most taeyong jungwoo haechan mark doyoung johnny yuta taeil jaehyun least

taeyong, jungwoo: shy babies. they wear their hearts on their sleeves. they would be so cute and nervous and giggly (baby girls) around their crush. it'd be so obvious to everyone, including their crush. a confession honestly isn't even needed.

haechan: literally the classic trope: "if he's mean to you it's because he likes you." his crush may question whether this is true, but everyone who knows him knows the truth.

mark, doyoung: i think they'd be kinda awkward when they're really crushing. mark is the cute, awkward love interest who innocently blurts out compliments and laughs at everything his crush says. dy is the mom type awkward one. constantly nagging his crush every chance he gets, even though he would lowkey (read: highkey) do anything for them. their crush would probably just think that's the way they are, but close friends of theirs would know.

johnny: (내 사랑) this mf is such a natural flirt, he literally flirts as easily as he breathes. i could see this being so messy for everyone involved because like yeah he flirts with his crush, but like he flirts with EVERYONE. so how do you even tell? he would definitely have to confess in order for his crush to know.

yuta: dude, hear me out. he's sooooo good at hiding his feelings. don't be misled by the way he treats mark, when he has an actual crush, he would treat them just like everyone else. literally he's an equal opportunist so his crush would not get any special treatment (at first ofc) from him. it wouldn't even remotely occur to his crush that he likes them. his friends/the members wouldn't even know either honestly, unless he told them. i can see him just randomly asking his crush out on a date, them being like "huh? seriously?" and him being like "yeah, i like you. isn't it obvious?!"

taeil, jaehyun: i'm not even sure that they fully know when they have a crush, let alone someone else being able to tell. taeil is so chill and easy going that he treats everyone like a friend, even when he doesn't mean to. he would definitely accidentally friendzone someone he likes. jae on the other hand is so....reserved. like i'm definitely in the minority when i say that jaehyun is shy and i believe it's even more amplified around someone he likes/admires (e.g. his interaction with H.E.R whom we know he loves). his crush would probably question if he even likes them as a person/friend, let alone more. commence slow burn.

[kariachi]

Skimming a transcript of What Are Little Girls Made Of and damn, no wonder that girl jumped when Kevin said he wanted her to stick around. Verdona goes 'hey, run away to another planet with me, a relative you've known less than three hours' and when she turns to her parents for help her dad is just 'well I never got the chance to run off to another planet' and her mom- of "polite people don't glow" fame- starts off with "we hoped you'd take after my side of the family" before going down the 'we won't stop you' path.

Because gods know that shit's what a teenager who just had their life turned upside down wants to hear. Not 'you should sleep on it' or 'slow down mom you've been back like an hour' but 'I never got this chance' and 'we hoped you wouldn't be like this' and 'we won't stop you going'.

And of course Verdona just immediately 'that's that settled let's go' with no actual input from Gwen because she's like that. So Gwen runs off because everything is a lot, and the boys follow, and then Ben decides to be supportive. By telling her that yeah they'll miss her if she leaves for possibly forever, but it's okay because they'll easily be able to replace her on the team.

Just, Benjamin.

This is what happens when you're too focused on 'must be supportive' that you fail to read a fucking room. Of course Gwen immediately goes 'then I won't go' when Kevin says he wants her around, because she's got her grandma going 'fuck this shit come with me and you'll actually be happy', and her dad going 'this is opportunity I never got', and her mom's bullshit plus 'we're not gonna do anything to stop you going', and Ben immediately segueing how they can replace her- Poor girl is overwhelmed and uncertain and most definitely feels like all her relatives except the one who didn't give two shits until she showed the Spark are going 'we don't care about having you here or if we ever see you again'.

And then Kevin, who I am reasonably certain is a case of 80% selfishness and 20% being the only person here who can read a room, when asked if he agrees with Ben, says no. Say's he can't believe she'd even consider it. Says he wants her around.

And Gwen immediately takes it, because this girl is looking for fucking permission. Seriously. We've seen enough of the Tennysons to know they're a 'but they're family' family, and Gwen was raised to be very polite, and Verdona's a fucking whirlwind of a personality coming in like a tornado to flip her life and try to take her away, ten to one Gwen honestly at this point feels like all the pressure is on her to say yes. Verdona wants her to come along and while it's not their intention her family's attempts at support easily come off as 'are you still here?' And the things Gwen herself says on the matter, immediately going to how she'd probably be gone a long time, that she might not even come back, and her wondering if she even belongs- When Ben says they'd miss her she actually asks him if they really will. To which his response is functionally 'yes but we can replace you'.

Any doubts and uncertainties she already had, her family is just compounding them, and I think by the time she turns to Kevin she knows she doesn't want to leave. I think she always did, but with everything happening at once... I think she knew she didn't want to go, but was beginning to wonder if anyone would care if she did. She mentions having never felt entirely like she fit in, and with her mom's shit... Having everyone going 'yeah you should go right now we support you without question' just makes her feel like maybe she should go, whether she wants to or not, because clearly here, the people she's closest to are all but packing her things for her.

They don't mean to come off like that, they only want to support her, but they're so focused on supporting what they think she wants that they don't stop to learn what she does want, or even give her the time to figure that out herself.

Then she turns to Kevin. And Kevin's quote- "Why would you even think about it? I want you around."

And immediately 1) any doubts she's been having as regards going are validated in that 'why would you think about it', because she does not know this woman and is being asked to give up everything she does know on no notice for her promises, and 2) even if her grandma only gives a fuck because she's Sparky and her family are damn near shoving her out the door, somebody wants her around. The world won't just go 'whoo, finally got rid of her' if she leaves, at least one person would be sad to see her go.

Somebody agrees that this isn't just a 100% great deal we're so happy for you. Somebody will care if she's gone.

And that's all she needs, is someone to back her up on not going, and to make it known that she's wanted where she is. That the hole she would leave can't just have somebody else slotted into it and everything's fine.

And of course it's the guy from the broken home that gave it to her.

[gofancyninjaworld]

OPM Manga Update 228 Review: Horse-Trading

Introduction

HUZZAH! The Psychic Sisters Arc is over at last! It started well, it ended well, but there's only so long I can give a shit about Tatsumaki throwing a tantrum and throwing Saitama through things.

Story

Eh, let's make it short and sweet. The chapter deals with the immediate aftermath of Tatsumaki's tantrum through to the next day or two as the fallout looks set to begin in earnest. Along the way, a few sharp deals are struck.

Meta: Ho ho ho

Blackmailers Anonymous

Something I was very glad to see changed for the Blizzard Group in this arc was them being largely hapless. Earlier, we saw Eyelashes, Mountain Ape, Lily, and a few others valiantly try fighting to prevent Apollo from leaving with Fubuki and Tatsumaki. Amidst the air of general discouragement, Eyelashes leads the surviving group to follow Fubuki with purpose, and they don't back down even faced with Tatsumaki. This chapter, we see yet another Blizzard Group member, an as-yet unnamed guy with a distinctive mohawk, show another talent: hacking. Neither he nor Fubuki are slow on the uptake as to what

Thanks to a little negotiating, Fubuki is able to persuade McCoy to concoct a monster attack to explain away the damage to the Hero Association building, Tatsumaki obliges by scattering the monster parts outside -- and coincidentally smuggles Psykos out in the process.

Tatsumaki brazenly insists on being the one to apprehend the escaped Psykos, leveraging her knowledge that the executives didn't want their cover up blown.

However...

If McCoy is smiling, that's because as far as he's concerned, what Tatsumaki and Fubuki have been up to are amateur hours in the damaging information game. He's happy for them to run their hustle for now.

If the Psychic sisters were more astute, they'd be worrying about the operations chief being more amused than annoyed, but they're amateurs.

Speaking of amateurs, let's spare a moment to look at Gearsper. Lots of people have been giving him the side eye for insisting that Tsukoyomi couldn't possibly be real. We do think the gentleman protests too strenously, but what his angle is remains to be seen.

Enlightented Self-Interest Is Next To Altruism

It's official -- I am never getting over how bottle-blonde baby Forte is. No wonder he goes around with hat and sunglasses: he looks too young to be out unsupervised.

He wisely apologises to Saitama and tells the others that it's in their best interests to ensure that they stay on Saitama's good side. Oh, and feed his pets already. Good -- that's the third day of no food, water, or shelter that Rover and Black Sperm were looking forward to.

That said, there is a very strange translation choice in what Forte says, at least as translated by the fan group. Google Translate and individuals insist that what Forte offers to Saitama (other than his old clothes) is a visit to a restaurant that does delicious food and Saitama crying off sick. It has been translated as Forte offering to go clothes shopping with Saitama and Saitama being creeped out.

I'm waiting for Viz to translate, and if it doesn't agree, believe me, I'm asking questions.

Also acting with enlightened self-interest is Saitama, who asks Genos not to report Tatsumaki on the basis that she deserves her time in the limelight. Of course, we're aware that behind his apparent generosity of spirit is the awareness that shared credit means shared blame.

And a billion yen's worth of blame is really too much for one poor-ass hero.

The Chickenheads Come Home to Roost

Despite everything, the good ship Titanic (um, I mean the Hero Association) seems to have weathered the storm. The public, and their rich donors, are back onside having been reassured that the disturbance was just terrible monsters and all is well.

Well.

With that terrible security of the Hero Association's, it's not been hard for Child Emperor to find out the truth of what was actually going on. To say that he's not impressed is an understatement. All is forgiven, Phoenixman!

The only questions are: 1) How far has he dug? 2) How much damage will he cause?

Speaking of callbacks, remember way back when an inoffensive monster pangolin was systematically skinned alive for its scales until it bloomed into a highly-dangerous demon-level monster? Metal Knight looked cynically on the whole affair.

It looks like selling monsters on the black market is much more widespread than we initially thought. Fubuki having evidence of McCoy personally looking to enrich himself was very unedifying. And he's not the only one. However, that's not the worst of it.

Never mind the personal profit motive -- if they're lucky, the monsters are just going to wealthy individuals keen to have the most exotic pets ever.

If they're unlucky, there's outfits who have plans to use monsters to make weapons. I don't need the webcomic to point that out:

Maybe Drive Knight is ethical and above board (cynical laugh), but some of the outfits developing those weapons could be intending to use them against the Hero Association.