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duchesstypewriter · 5 months
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𝑩𝑶𝑶𝑩𝑺𝑬𝑺𝑺𝑬𝑫
PAIRING: Lorenzo Berkshire x Reader
SUMMARY: Lorenzo needs to ace his History of Magic test, and you give him plenty of encouragement.
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WARNINGS: MDNI! Filth. Boob obsession and touching. Dom/sub undertones. Lorenzo is a bit of a perv.
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Lorenzo was a good student. No. He was an excellent student, always with good grades, his assignments up to date, the pet of all the teachers, maybe just not Snape who always seemed to prefer Draco, but that wasn't relevant, he was almost always in the top five of his classes.
Almost because the same couldn't be said for History of Magic, undoubtedly the most boring subject in the whole curriculum, especially with a teacher who still didn't seem to have realized that he had died a long, long time ago, and he couldn't risk another failing mark just because he couldn't remember the complex and intricate details of the answers.
And that's where you came in. A helpful friend, determined to get Lorenzo through this class and with a patience of gold to put up with every single one of his distractions which, seemingly unbeknownst to you, were caused by your too-tight-to-be-comfortable white button-up blouse.
That is, it wasn't exactly the blouse that made it even harder for him to concentrate on a dull subject, but what was hidden behind it and the lace-detailed bra outlined against the cotton material: a pair of boobs that he had dreamed of fucking ever since a swim among friends in the Black Lake revealed them to his prying eyes, even if they were hidden behind the skimpiest bikini known to the wizarding world.
“Focus, Enzo,” you called out exasperatedly, finally forcing the boy to lift his gaze that had been focused on your full bust to your all-knowing eyes, a blush spreading across his cheeks, it was adorable, making even you ignore that he was a bit of a pervert.
“S-sorry,” he muttered embarrassedly, lowering his eyes to the scribbled notes that seemed to make less and less sense in his mind, not that he was really pushing himself to understand anything Professor Binns had explained in his monotone voice in class.
“All right,” you exhaled, straightening your posture in the chair and once again attracting the attention of the boy who was sitting on his bed with books scattered everywhere, trying his best not to stare at your breasts. “If you give me five right answers, I'll let you see my tits.”
Lorenzo choked on his own saliva, his face turning completely red in a mixture of breathlessness and embarrassment, trying to figure out if he had really heard those words that his ears were so eager to pick up, but your serious expression was a great indicator that you were deadly serious, “W-what?”
“You heard me, pretty boy. You need to answer five questions right and then I'll let you fulfill your life-long twisted dream of seeing my boobs,” you replied nonchalantly as if you were just suggesting that you go and get a book from the library. “And if you answer ten questions right, I'll let you touch. What do ya say?”
Lorenzo's eyes fell again to your breasts that looked so deliciously sinful constrained against the shirt that was so small for you, and a part of him wondered if perhaps this had been your plan all along, if you craved his touch as much as he did to yours, but he didn't had much time to dwell on these thoughts when the reality looked much more promising, nodding vehemently and biting his lip to stop a pathetic whine from escaping.
You picked up the flashcards that were lying on your lap, crossing your legs just enough to give the boy a better view of your thighs, you weren't going to let this get too easy for him, focusing your eyes on one of the questions, “Describe the significance and consequences of the Goblin Rebellion that took place in the 18th century."
Bloody hell. You really weren't willing to make it easy for him, and Lorenzo had to tear his gaze away from your bust or no chance of being able to concentrate on a correct answer, and he wasn't going to waste a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, needing a few minutes to think before answering, “The rebellions were a series of revolts by goblins seeking better rights in the wizarding world, and although they didn't achieve their aims, this specific rebellion led to the establishment of the Goblin Liaison Office in the Ministry of Magic.”
His puppy eyes lifted expectantly to you, waiting for confirmation that he'd got it right, and he almost melted when you murmured a small 'good boy', his cock twitching in his pants at the compliment, “All right, next. Explain Alberic Grunnion's role in the development of magic during the 19th century and its dangers for young wizards today.”
Twenty-four minutes. It only took Lorenzo twenty-four minutes to complete an activity that would otherwise have taken him a whole afternoon without your encouragement, but it didn't matter, he had done it, he had answered five questions correctly and he was more than ready to claim, or rather see, his prize.
“Impressive how good you get at History of Magic with the promise of seeing some tits,” you muttered under your breath, but there was a certain amusement in the whole situation, holding back your laughter at the way your friend approached you to get the best seat at the private show.
You used your wand to quickly lock the door, there was no need for Mattheo or Theodore to walk in to enjoy part of the spectacle. Your nimble fingers worked on the buttons of your shirt, the first two of which had been undone since you slipped into the comfort of your friend's dorm, finally exposing the lace that so perfectly held your soft flesh, and Lorenzo had never been so jealous of a piece of clothing, maybe your panties, anyway, your fingers unclasped the garment that fell into your lap as your nipples grew hard from the cold wind coming in through the window, and maybe a bit from the sheer thrill of the moment.
Lorenzo's gaze was totally focused on the beauty of your breasts, contemplating the way they looked so soft, but at the same time so firm, his hands clenching the sheets in an attempt to relieve the tension growing in his pants, a strangled moan being cut off by the way his teeth bit down hard on his lips, “Holy shit, those are the nicest tits I've ever seen. So fucking better than I imagined,” his mouth worked faster than his mind, in fact, he thought the only head working properly at the moment was the one getting hard in his underwear, but he at least had the decency to look ashamed of his words.
“So you mean you think about my boobs often? You're not going to tell me that you also pump your cock thinking about how they would feel so good, so tight around it while you fuck them, are you?” You spoke enticingly, there was a certain amusement in your voice, finding the whole situation rather humorous in how Lorenzo looked so pathetic with a hard-to-miss bulge in his pants, his head thrown back with closed eyes, a pathetic whimper spilling from his pink lips. “Don't get too excited, pretty boy, you still need to answer five more questions correctly if you want to feel how good they truly are.”
Lorenzo's attention returned, at least a little, with the promise. His pupils were dilated with lust, his cheeks rosy in an adorable tone, he looked so wrecked without even being touched, almost as if he was ready to cum if you just gave the command, but that wasn't the deal, “Do five more for me, can you do it, baby?”
He nodded vigorously as one of your hands picked up another flashcard, the other playing with your hard nipples, taunting the boy so that he knew exactly what he would be missing out if he didn't get the remaining questions right, “Elaborate on the implications of the inquisition during the mid-16th century on the relationship between the magical and muggle communities.”
Pain, distress, torture. These were the precise words to describe the last forty minutes it had taken Lorenzo to answer the questions directed at him, not only had they become more challenging, but it was impossible to focus on anything other than your bare chest for his eyes alone, your fingers playing with your nipples from time to time and when you did, there were subtle gasps and the squeezing of your thighs against each other, a slight indication that you were aroused, but definitely not as fucked up as he was.
But he did it. He answered all the questions correctly, although he reckoned that if they were asked in the exam the next day, his mind would go straight to the sinful image in front of him and not to the breathless answers he gave, “Can I touch them now, please?”
You discarded the papers on the table next to you, turning completely towards the boy and uncrossing your legs, leaving them wide open so that Lorenzo could understand the green light, getting off his bed in less than a second, kneeling on the floor between them, his warm hands slowly making their way to your breasts, savoring every second, afraid to wake up and discover that it had all been a wet dream of his, but then he squeezed them both, his languid fingers sinking into the softness of your flesh.
If he was hard before, now his cock was begging to release its load as he continued to feel you, biting his lips hard to stop himself from letting his thoughts win and take one of your nipples into his mouth, instead he used his fingers to pinch them, rolling them between his digits, drawing out a soft sigh, one that would be forever etched into his mind, “I could cum just touching them.”
It was your turn to choke, laughing at his honesty, “You're a disgusting pervert, Lorenzo Berkshire,” perhaps your words were only in good fun, but it didn't stop it from sending a jolt to his hard cock, begging for relief. One of your hands ran through his soft hair and he leaned into your touch, running your fingers down his neck to his chin, lifting it towards you, looking deep into his glossy eyes. “I promise that if you do really well tomorrow, I'll let you fuck them however you want. And who knows, maybe if you top the class, beat my grades, I'll suck you off too.”
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ggwendolyn · 5 months
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next time.
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Pairing: Lorenzo Berkshire x FEM!Reader
Word Count: 0.7k (758)
Warnings: SMUT, porn without much plot, stepcest, no uses of y/n, p in v, unprotected sex, slight orgasm denial, teasing, dirty talk, perv!Lorenzo.
Notes: My first time writing smut, so please if you've got any constructive critics make sure of telling me. Btw this is not the kind of "subby Enzo" y'all imagine, he's a whole perverted and nasty teen in the original fic where he was created, and so he is here.
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LORENZO was your fucking stepbrother.
He was insufferable. He was a mess, a disaster and a pain in the ass — He would steal your stuff for no reason, judge the decoration in your bedroom as if his was better, flirt with your friends when they'd come over. Lorenzo Berkshire was unbearable.
But yet there you were, his hands holding your hips with equal strength to which he pounded into you while your parents were on their honeymoon. His chest was pressed firmly against your arched back, his lips grazing your earlobe as he whispered the nastiest things you'd ever hear, his pelvis hitting your ass and making the flesh jiggle with each thrust.
“Fuck... Mmhm- Your pussy is so damn tight for your stepbrother it's gross.” He said, chuckling mockingly as he slammed his hips onto yours, his cock hitting your sensitive spot and making your inner walls spasm around his manhood.
“Ah- Shit!” You cursed, your eyes nearly rolling to the back of your head as your knuckles turned white from holding the counter of the kitchen to balance yourself. “Shut up... You were the one who started to grind your- oh, Enzo!”
You whimpered loudly, pushing your ass backwards to meet his thrusts midway. Erotic and nasty sounds left your lips as you clenched tightly around his throbbing length. Lorenzo let a soft whimper escape past his lips and into your ear.
“Mmm, damn... If mom and dad saw us like this... My big fat cock bullying into your small tight pussy, your cunt squeezing my dick so nicely.” He whispered into your ear, and you did everything as possible to not think about it. What would your mother think after all?
You couldn't help but moan at his words, the raw and filthy way he used to describe the erotic scene that was happening right in front of your eyes, it drove you fucking insane. It was so dirty and wrong but it felt so good and right somehow.
It was a sin.
But you couldn't care about that, no, you couldn't care about anything as your stepbrother's dick hit the spongy spot deep inside you. You were so cockdrunk you could feel every vein, every twitch, everything of him.
“Turn around.” He spoke suddenly, his hands coming up to grope your breasts, flicking your nipples and making your skin shudder.
“What?” You mumbled, letting out a light breath once you felt his calloused fingers tugging at your reddened nipples.
“You 'eard me. Turn around.” Lorenzo repeated himself pulling out of you to spin you so you were facing him. “Jump, c'mon.” He said then, his hands gripping your thighs firmly once you did as he told you.
He lined his cock against your hole before sinking himself into your warm, welcoming pussy once more. Your moans got louder, your eyes shut close, your back arched against him, your tits bouncing which each push of his hips.
“Fuck, ah!” You breathed out, your arms wrapped around his neck and your legs tangled around his waist. “Fuck- Fuckfuckfuck, please!” You almost screamed, feeling your climax approaching.
“Don't.” Enzo smacked your thigh, making your eyes open quickly as a gasp left your lips. “C'mon baby, I know you can hold it. Pretty please?” He smirked once you nodded, his mouth finding comfort in your breast as he started to leave open-mouthed kisses on your soft, silky skin.
Lorenzo continued his thrusts into your delicate core, murmuring your name like a mantra as he felt his own orgasm coming. He grunted loudly, biting into the flesh of your tit and sucking on the mark.
“Oh, God- Oh, Enzo!” You panted, sucking in a sharp breath before your fingers gripped tightly at his scalp, tugging at his curls and making an elicited moan leave your lips.
Enzo released your skin with a pop, his mouth opening to speak but a growl left instead. “Go on, pretty girl. Ugh-” He groaned, moving his face towards your neck to pepper kisses on it, pecking your lips quickly before his head fell backwards. “Cum for me.”
And so you did. Moaning loudly and arching your back for the last time before white, thick liquid started to drip down to your thighs and onto his testicles. Soon enough, long ropes of Lorenzo's cum shot into your pussy, filling you up so exquisitely that you two wished it could last longer.
Enzo's grip on you softened, leaving you sitting down on the kitchen counter and slowly pulling out of your hole. The both of you let out a sigh, your hands loosening on his hair as your head fell onto his shoulder, your face hiding in the crook of his neck.
“You did so good, sis. You looked so pretty while I coated your walls white with my cum.” Your stepbrother chuckled lowly, curling a strand of your hair into his index finger. “Next time you'll be the one in charge, hm? What do you think about that, baby?”
“Next time?”
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aestheticsisters · 1 year
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ENOLA HOLMES 2
I know we have much to talk of my dear, dear, lord! You love me! And as it turns out, I love you too!
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tommiruewrites · 1 year
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Hi! I would like to request a Tewksbury x fem’Reader (romantic)! Reader is Enola Holmes’ sister
So basically, I was hoping for this to take place in Enola Holmes 2 in the theater fight scene. If you remember, Enola almost gets stabbed, but her corset protected her. So what if it was reader instead, and the corset didn’t protect her? Reader does finish the fight like in the movie because she’s just a girlboss like that and has that whole moment with Tewksbury after, but the stab wound finally takes its toll. That’s sort of just the base of the idea, you can do whatever you come up with after that! I sort of think of this as an angst + fluff? Thank you!
Just a Little Longer - V.T.
word count: 1.2k
requested: yes | no requests: open | closed request rules here
warnings: fem!reader, fluff to angst (but mostly angst bc i love to make myself miserable but in a cute poetic way), brief mentions of fighting, talk of blood, major injury, main character death, best friends to lovers/idiots in love, tragedy, holmes!reader, NOT PROOFREAD
a/n: i'm SOOOO sorry, ik it's been ages since you put in this ask, but my adhd slump was a pain in my ass. it has finally been forcibly lifted (by yours truly) bc i want to write again, and i found the start of this fic in my drafts and decided to finish it. i hope you're still active and able to read this, lovely anon! <3
remember to like, comment, and reblog to support my writing <3
part 2
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Everything went by in a blur. You were fighting alongside Tewkesbury and Enola, dodging weapons and fists. The next thing you know, you’re on the floor, wind knocked out of you.
A loud crack rings out and you feel an intense pounding in your head, so you guess you must have hit it when you fell back. As you begin to stand, you feel a dull ache in your ribs. You look down to see the cause, and you thank the heavens that you’re wearing one of those god-awful corsets you've always hated so much. Shouldn’t leave more than a nasty bruise.
You hear Tewksbury —who’s still fighting from across the room— call out your name to make sure you’re alright, but you don’t have time to respond. Your sister reaches a hand out to help you up off the floor as she dodges a hit. A bit preoccupied in a fight of her own she misses the silver handle sticking out of your corset.
“Are you alright?” she screams over the chaos.
You stand firm on your feet, still staring down your opponent. “Fine. Just a little fall, nothing I can’t handle.” Pulling the blade from your abdomen, you miss the red glint of blood as you resume the fight.
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The battle is over, and the energy is high. You and Tewkesbury bounce off the walls blabbering on about the recent events, adrenaline running through you while Enola concludes the investigation with your brother, Sherlock.
“Did you see me! I got some really good ones in there. Think I got him in the nose!”
You laugh, breath like shard of glass in your lungs from the cold, "You were wonderful! Just like I showed you."
He beams at that, his cheeks glowing a warm pink, which he hopes could be chalked up to the biting chill outside, “You didn’t do so bad out there yourself.”
“Not bad?” you scoff, "You must have missed the look on that guy’s face when I threw him across the room!"
You both laugh softly, your breath visible in the winter air. You ignore the tight feeling in your lungs.
Suddenly you’re both hyper aware of the lack of space between you. Looking between his cold pink lips and his glassy doe eyes, you hold your breath as he begins to lean closer.
Just as you feel his intoxicating lips graze yours, your knees buckle beneath you. You try to steady yourself against Tewksbury, hand pressed against his chest, as he quickly grabs your waist to hold you up. He chuckles a bit as he tries to help you regain your footing, but immediately stops when notices that you’re practically limp in his hold.
“What's wrong? Talk to me.”
It feels like your chest is collapsing in on itself, and your head starts to spin. “Oh- I’m fine. Just cold.” Mostly reassuring yourself, nothing bad could happen right? You won after all. You beat them. Your family is safe and your best friend that you've been in love with for years is finally kissing you. Those are all good things. Really good things. So it's just the cold making you feel weak and breathless, right?
“I’m just really, really tired.”
Just as you begin to stand up straighter, sharp pain shoots through your stomach and your knees buckle again, causing Tewkesbury to almost fall over. He panics when he hears a gasp that sounds too much like you’re in pain.
“Enola! Something’s wrong!”
Enola and Sherlock stop their current debate and immediately notice your uncharacteristically frail state, rushing over to help Tewkesbury get you on the ground. They sit you down as quickly as possible without hurting you, your back to Tewksbury’s chest so he can keep you stable. His shaky hand tremble against your hips as he surveys your body for injuries. Enola kneels to be eye-level with you, “What's going on? Are you hurt?”
"No-" You nod your head, "I'm fine, I just-" you cut yourself short, unable to create a more convincing reply as a groan of pain rips through you. Thats when Enola notices a deep tear in your dress.
“Her corset. Take off her corset!”
Enola and Sherlock work to quickly remove the thick article of clothing, Tewksbury squeezing your hand reassuringly when you wince at the movement of him lifting your arms. Once the corset is successfully removed, a deep cut reveals itself, crimson red seeping through your under-dress. "Oh my god-"
You look up, the concern in Tewkesbury’s voice making you nervous. “What is it? Is something wrong?”
Enola grabs your focus when she presses her hands against your wound.
"Oh..."
Sherlock frantically removes his coat to tie around you and try to stop the bleeding. “Nothing's wrong. Nothing at all. You’re going to be just fine.” He rambles out, trying to calm both you and himself.
In your hazy state you can't fully sense the anxiety all around you, or how serious your injury truly is. You only register one thing. You’re going to be just fine. Your brother would never lie to you. Not ever.
Your breathing begins to slow as you relax, leaning your head back against Tewkesbury's shoulder. You begin to feel your own shoulder dampen. Looking over at the cause, you see Tewksbury’s face tacked with glistening streaks down his cheeks, staring at Enola and Sherlock frantically try to stop the bleeding as he helps where he can.
“Tewks?” His eyes jump to yours, sniffling. “What's the matter? Why are you crying?”
Much to your dismay, that makes him cry harder. "Nothing’s the matter."
You reach a weak hand up to wipe tears from his cheek as more roll down in their place. “Then why are you crying?”
There’s a long pause, your sibling’s desperate shouting falling deaf on your ears as a faint ringing replaces it. "I’m just so proud of you is all."
You smile at that, "I'm proud of you too, fighter." You tease. He chuckles weakly, not surprised that your wit is still intact even as you're bleeding out. Your eyes begin to feel heavy as you stare into his, eyelids fluttering open and closed.
“Hey! Hey, keep your eyes open for me. Just a little bit longer.” He stammers, squeezing your hand to keep you awake. "We just need a few more minutes. Just a few more minutes, and then you can rest, alright?"
You groan in discomfort, feeling all of your energy go into the one simple task as your body begins to feel floaty and numb. “Tired.”
“I know, I know. Just a little longer. I promise everything will be fine. I promise. Just please, don’t close your eyes.” He sobs out desperately, interlacing his fingers with yours.
Enola and Sherlock keep trying everything in their power to stop the bleeding, sobbing and begging for anything to work. For you to be okay. You try your best to keep your eyes open for them, you really do, but it’s just too difficult. You can hear distant shouts of your name as you finally let the peaceful darkness consume you.
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taebook · 1 year
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░ ៹ 𝗂 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝗻𝗮 𝖻𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗏𝖾𝖽 ─
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artemishdp · 1 year
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WE GOT A JEALOUS TEWKSBURY, WE FUCKING WON. ALTHO I WANTED MORE PINING AND ANGST BUT ILL GLADLY TAKE IT
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paintedstories · 3 months
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"issues"
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⚠: Sid is an addict, cussing, mommy issues, I think that's all (please, if you ever need the help of advice or just to be listened to, contact me, I will never judge! I love you)
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'you miss your friend, he changed... from the clean, porcelain skin and silky smooth hair, to a ragged man who looked rotten in every bit of his aspects...'
We are standing in a dark alley, looking at each other, he looked high...and he was. Why were still there? you fucking loved him too much.
you look at the destroyed man in front of you, half-naked covered in blood, with spiky hair that smelled weird, and a bloody face from a fight he caused... he felt happy when he was beaten.
He had severe Mommy issues. He was destroyed, yet still such a pretty human. You fully knew he wasn't a bad man... a bad boy, he was your boy.
you lean on the wall resting your head as you look up at the smoke flowing from his lips towards your face, pushed by the wind. you sigh as you shakily muster your words.
"I'm leaving" silence.
"good joke bubble-gum" he snorted, then stopped and looked at my serious face.
"oh..." he backed away slightly and continued.
"you've got bored of me innit?" he said with a scowl on his face as he spat blood on his right and threw the cigar.
"... I told you before... I wanted us two to live together! go to another country! go study! you promised... yet here we are, you all covered in blood...you've changed...and after all of this!" you gesture with your hands towards him up and down then to the dark alley we were standing in "Unfortunately, I still love you..."
your lips trembled, you did not want to cry...
"you chose those weird guys who just make you get hurt...." I pause "Over me..." you could not hold it anymore it drove you mad crazy, to see that beautiful smart, and kind boy turn this way
"You broke our promise, you started doing drugs, smoked even more than before, started cutting yourself again, you did not come to visit me, did not even let me know you're still alive for three fucking months!" he starred now with sadness and shock as if he got out of a dream and realized.
he stepped closer to you yet the smell of alcohol and more things made you want to gag and you backed away looking at him with pure sadness.
"I know I shouldn't... but I give you one last chance"
you saw his eyes lit up and that made you continue.
"Either you come with me right now, leave them behind" you gesture to the building as in his band "and you come with me. I will help you put yourself back on track... or you stay here like a fucking rat and never contact me... the only person who will ever love you this much, ever again." you finish with a stern face and tone.
you let him think as I saw a stray cat and went to pet it.
"I can't..." he said under his breath
as you sat up you saw him crying, you went up to him and put my hands on his face gently holding him. he shock his head as he looked at you like a lost boy... the lost boy you first met at that kindergarten.
You slightly smile "You can, I am her to help you, I will be by your side all my life, but only if you come with me" He fell to the ground as he started sobbing, and you crouched and let him bury his face in your chest as he cried and you held him, shit, this heroin made him sensitive, more sensitive than he was already.
"m-mom...?" he said as you held him, humming a song from our favourite childhood cartoon.
"no sweetie, It's me y/n" he then hugged you tighter and sobbed harder, dampening your white shirt.
"help me...please...fix me, I'm fucking broken, please" he sobbed, he was back.
you helped him stand, then went through your backpack to take out a jacket, always carried a spare one, taking it out you opened it and helped him slide his hands trough it, then zipped it up making him hiss as the jacket came in contact with his chest full of scars.
you hold your hand for him, you start walking as he keeps holding your hand and continues to softly cry.
"It's fine now, you're safe, everything will be fine," you tell him with a motherly tone as you walk to your apartment.
When you stepped into your apartment, then told him to go shower and use your shower gel. As he was in the shower hopefully washing himself, you made the bed, added more pillows and another blanket.
you were in the kitchen preparing tea, to relax him so he will be able to fall asleep, when you heard him coming out of the shower and calling your name,
"here, in the kitchen!" You say as his footsteps are heard, you hand him a cup of tea as you walk to bed.
"come, we have to sleep. tomorrow we will leave." You tell him as he sits down ad slowly drink his tea as his head is rested on your shoulder.
you've got your boy back...and you're never letting him go and get hurt.
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hi!
im sorry for not being active...some things have been going on. I've been inspired by the series "Pistol" to make this small imagine.
as always, if you want to request, you can!
and as I said at the start, need someone to talk to? Im here!
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alwysblue · 1 year
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just like clockwork, the dominoes cascaded in a line— enola is a mastermind and tewkesbury knows it
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keeponwatching · 1 year
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When Enola tells Tewkesbury to forget something, he truely wipes his memory. Which is often. That is how he became a nincompoop.
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kissersource · 1 year
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𓄹 I͟ ͟f͟u͟c͟k͟i͟n͟g͟ ͟l͟o͟v͟e͟ ͟y͟o͟u͟,͟ ͟s͟o͟ ͟f͟o͟r͟g͟i͟v͟e͟ ͟m͟e͟ ͟a͟n͟d͟ ͟a͟c͟c͟e͟p͟t͟ ͟m͟e͟ ͟b͟a͟c͟k͟ ₍ 𝗅𝗂𝗸ᥱ⃗‸ ﹟𝗿𝗲[𝗯]𝗹𝗼𝗴 🎧 �� !!
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searchicons · 1 year
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louscartridge · 2 years
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kiss them away-louis partridge/\
tw- self-harm scars, scar kissing, lowercase intended, mentions of blood self-harm and blades (not in detail), fluff, comfort, clean reader
summary- y/n is regretting some things shes done to herself in the past 
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looking at yourself in the mirror you sigh looking up and down your arms turning them. the flat white and light pink scars that raise on your skin. you were supposed to go to the mall with millie and louis today but now your not so sure you wanna go. it was pretty warm in the city of london (surprisingly) right now causing you to need to wear a short sleeved shirt.
when you were younger you thought you wanted these scars. you’d see other people with scars and envy them. now? now you wish you’d never picked up the blade. you wish you would’ve asked for help. you ‘ruined’ your body. 
before you could get too far lost more in your thoughts louis opened the door while quickly knocking. 
“hey do you know where my headphones are?” he asked while shuffling out the blankets on the bed.
“no” you didn’t exactly mean to mumble it like that you just- did? 
he quickly turned around and looked at you with a concerned look “hey you ok?”
“yeah, im ok why?”
he noticed you folding your arms behind your back trying to hide them. you’ve done this before. he sits down on the bed patting beside him “mhm no your not c’mere” 
you stay standing infront of him on the bed, the mirror behind you for a second looking anywhere but him. 
“please?” 
you slowly go over and sit on the bed next to him in silence for a little bit.
you started getting lost in your thoughts again. images of the black t-shirt and blood dripping into water and-
“hey look at me” “you did not ruin your body ok? your beautiful. and strong. the scars are part of you weather you like it or not. think of them as birthmarks”
you feel his thumb going up and down your arm. a feeling that always calmed you no matter where hes tracing. 
“sometimes i wish they weren’t part of me” you whispered but enough that he heard you.
“i know baby i know.” he gently lifted your arm started gently kissing all he scars striping that one arm while rubbing the scars with his thumb on your other arm.
“what’re you doing?”  
“if you wanted me too, id kiss all your scars away if i could” 
this. this made you really happy. smile, even.
“lou?” you spoke softly.
“ y/n” he answered back just as softly, putting your am down.
“i love you” 
“i love you too” 
hes said this to you before multiple times, but no matter that, it never seized to seem as if it was the first ever time you’ve heard those words. you two stayed like that for about 5 minutes. you clung to his side, his arms wrapped around your shoulders and stomach. no sounds but each others breathing and heartbeats. untill you heard a knock downstair from your front door.
you look to the clock on the bedside table
“1:23″
“its probably millie.” “you still wanna go?” 
“yeah”
“oh my god y/n move the pillow” louis loudly exclaims.
“huh?”
“just move it!” 
confusingly you lifted the pillow, soon being not so confused 
“aha! my headphones!”
“lou i swear-”
“thank you darling” he teasingly remarked planting a rather harsh kiss on your cheek soon running downstairs.
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librasslibertas · 1 year
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HE'S SO UNSERIOUS I LOVE HIM😭🤌
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Louis for British Vogue 💟
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bensalahyosh · 3 months
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the way tewksburys room looks literally like a garden, this witch bitch
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