#she was so rude too wtf

[butt-kute]

lol the way she stormed out of the courtroom before the jury and everyone was excused, they ain’t lettin that one slide xddd

[scottishstoner]

Woman I was behind the bar with at the Racecourse for a private event today was so rude and annoying man I just wanted to-

[guacameowle]

I HAD NO IDEA THAT SAERAN’S AFTER END DLC HAD MULTIPLE ENDS BECAUSE THE INTRO TITLE CARD DIDN’T SAY OTHERWISE & I GUESS I FUCKED UP BECAUSE I GOT THE BAD END & I AM PIIIIIIIISSED

[momofmysquad]

Between Kim Possible’s 2019 movie, Upside-Down Magic, and Secret Society of Second Born Royals, Disney has found a way to make me ship two girls just for one of them to be in cahoots with the big bad 3 different times. I’m really am a clown. 🤡

[kisscharlikiss]

just going to complain about my roommate dfjsjeje literally the cat she has is so neglected and she expects me to do just take care of him during the day because i work from home but i am Working and cannot pay attention to him which just makes him mad and then he attacks me and bites me!!! and i tell her that he does this and she needs to pay more attention to him when she’s home and she just laughs it off and does nothing! and i’m like please just... take care of the animal you wanted so badly and she doesn’t and he’s an asshole because of it and i have to deal with it!! literally fuck this bonch

[piratadelamor]

.......i cant stand my work partner anymore

[tobesobri]

i was drawing last night and i drew a skeleton and guess what i dreamed about? a skeleton woman who owned a hotel I was staying in jkndjkfd

[pipskippy]

thimking. doing some researches. ive been wondering this ever since i got diagnosed w sensory input makes you think you’re gonna die sometimes disorder.. i may be autistic.. it would make a lot of sense :^]

[torunarigha]

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[redeeming-sun]

Her fall was not a graceful one.

Of course, amidst battlefield chaos and bleeding ache of blow she had just been dealt, Alleria could scarcely care for grace. She collided against Arator, speed and plate armor causing another number of bruises; but where her footing had become unsteady, her son was able to in the least prevent they both fell to the ground. 

Alarmed gaze swept over Arator only briefly; there was no doubt he had not been touched by the creature’s weapon when she had been the one to feel its bite, yet it is his safety first concern (always is, always had been; from the moment her son lived, own life had become secondary thought, Arator always more important than herself). The creature was dead, or in the very least drawing its last breaths in agonizing before death claimed it; the sharp edge Alleria had impaled it with, Void energy made physical, still stuck in what seemed to be its throat (not always simple to tell, for creatures not resembling those native to Azeroth). Difficult to tell huntress from prey when both had similarly fallen; she is stabbed by poisonous sword same as the beast she has killed, feels blood seeping out of her as much as life. 

A hand reaches for his face, looking down at her with obvious concern (despair, maybe, at realization she is dying and where his Holy Light would have saved another, to his own mother it would only cause further harm). There were worse ways to die than this one; if she gets to make sure he is safe one last time, if she can see her son before death does get to her, then there is little more Alleria would ask for. 

I didn’t mean to, she wants to apologize but apology withers on her lips before it blooms, not having the strength to ever give voice to it; apology for throwing herself in harm’s way, for giving her life in place of his, for staining his cheek with blood from her touch. Didn’t mean to, no, but could never have done anything else; he was all she had left in the world, last of love pure and unblemished, last of all that had once been treasured that she had not tainted or broken. He is good, he is light, he is the sun itself; her little ray of sunshine, she had called him when he was still little and could easily be held up in her arms. Arator had grown so much; and, oh, she was so very proud of how. In the end, it wouldn’t have been honest an apology; a thousand times over she would have done just the same, thrown life away at chance to save his.

The world benefits so much more of having you than me; you are so much better, so much more, better than I ever was. A light that never goes out; hers had flickered and died even before she had disappeared to Draenor, but Arator was stronger, better, and darkness that had touched her would never touch him. In the end, there is so much she wanted to say, so much she wanted to make sure he knew, so much she wished to beg him to remember. 

So much he would never get to hear.

Last effort is to say the words that matter the most.

“I… love you… little sun…”

[notskam]

me: sees a person who reblogged my edit. checks their blog. sees that they are italain. immediate follow 💯

[sugawarassoulmate]

Kenma x perfect 10 🍑 Kenma got jealous when he was streaming and saw the guys comments about his girlfriend (you) like how sexy you are or when will you break up with him. So he just fucked you up while recording a live stream because he was so pissed 🤣

woooooo i love this boy

words: 710

cw: fem!reader, established relationship, non-consenual recording, livestream sex, streamer!kenma, slight nipple play, minors dni

kenma had a strict rule not to bring you on stream—he knew the idea of thousands of people being able to see you made you nervous and he didn’t want his fans to pry too much into his personal life.

but he had fucked up a couple of months ago when he called for you during the middle of a stream when he thought he was muted. cue the chat going nuts and spamming your name in the chat until he shyly asked you to get on screen. you weren’t upset but kenma still felt bad and tried to limit the amount of times you were seen. it wasn’t that his fans were being rude, it was actually quite the opposite.

they couldn’t believe how pretty you were. whenever you popped up on screen, no matter how briefly, the chat wouldn’t stop talking about you.

she’s so pretty 😩😩😩

stop hogging her from us we wanna see herrrr

tell y/n to stream with you!!!!

those comments were sweet and kenma never minded them too much, telling chat that you were too nervous to get on camera. most of them understood, but there was the other part of kenma’s audience that didn’t get the hint. a minority that didn’t know when to back off.

the ones who thought they could talk about how sexy you looked one day, who wondered that you even saw in kenma and how they wished they could have you instead of him. kenma had great moderators who could find most of these comments and ban them in chat but they couldn’t find all of them.

yesterday was the worst of it—you were feeling a little bold and joined kenma on stream for a little bit while he gamed. it was fine at first, answering everyone’s questions like how you two met and how long you had been dating.

everyone was sweet to you...but then came those comments.

shes so fucking hot wtf

when is she gonna leave him 🙄

the things i would do to her…

somehow, you didn’t spot their vulgar words but kenma sure did. it was stupid to let it get to him—the two of you had been together for years and nothing would ever break you apart. but the nerve of these faceless deviants thinking they could say those things about you. as if they had some sick right to your body.

would they keep talking if they knew how you pawed at kenma’s cock for his attention? if only they could see how desperate you get for him—choking on his length just so he could possibly thumb your greedy clit.

well...maybe they could know.

“kenny, fuck!” you whine, your hands balled into fists while you bounce on kenma’s cock. his arms are wrapped around your waist, lightly touching your drooling cunt. it was so easy to get you in this position, kenma never fucks you in his gaming chair so when he suggested it, your eyes lit up like a christmas tree.

both of you are facing the computer screen but you’re completely unaware of the show you’re giving his viewers right now, too consumed with lust. he turned off the chat but his viewer count is sky-rocketing.

“lemme see your tits,” he mumbles, pushing your shirt up to let your breasts fall freely. his mouth water at how they jiggle each time your waist drops. he wonders if you’ll let him suck on them before he goes to sleep. who’s he kidding, of course you will.

just to be a dick, he pinches your little buds, laughing how it makes you squeeze down on him. “kenny!” but he just coos in response, pulling on your tits until you’re crying.

for a second, your hips stop moving but kenma bites down your shoulder. “don’t give up now,” he grunts, groping your plump tits. “fuck yourself like a good little slut.” and you’re bouncing with renewed vigor.

everyone will know why you stay with him now—who’s going to fuck you like he does? who else could make you this desperate? and as for the ban kenma’s obviously gonna get from this little show, he’s not worried.

he’ll be back next week and those commenters will know their fucking place.

sugawarassoulmate 3k follower event

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[folklorebae]

𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐦 𝐀𝐔 - 𝐑𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫'𝐬 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 (𝐂𝐨𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚 𝐄𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧)

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟏 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐 <– you could check them out if you want

Cast(s): Rockstar!Eren & Model!Reader

Cw: Swearing, reader using she/her pronouns

A/n: This is not part 3 actually. I'm just bored and Coachella week 2 is coming. So I decided to make this lol. Also, girls in pics/video are for references only!

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ynln.jpg Y/N at LAX last night!

OMG GUYS I THINK SHE'LL ATTEND COACHELLA WEEK 2

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ynspradabag THE QUEEN HAS ARRIVED Y'ALL!! I MISS HER SM

ynfan12 OMG YES YES YES

erenfan10 MANIFESTING WE'LL GET EREYN CONTENT

Eren via Instagram Story

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yourinstagram Guess who's in cali rn😈

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erenfan11 GODD WHY ARE YOU SO PRETTY😭😭😭

ynln.editx STEP ON ME OMFG😭😭🛐🛐

erenjaeger Do not miss my performance again or I'm breaking up with you🤬

↳yourinstagram Bitch, I was on the other side of the world. What do you expect?😒👎

↳carlajaeger Eren! Don't be rude to her

↳yourinstagram Carlaaa ilysm! It's okay, he apologized😊

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yourinstagram Coachella Week 2 🎡

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ereynpost gorgeous, gorgeous girl attends coachella to support her boyfriend<3

ynfan14 Our girlfriend is the prettiest😍 @erenjaeger

↳erenjaeger I'm sorry?? OUR?? OUR GIRLFRIEND?? SHE'S MINE, NOT OURS.

ynfan13 AHH I'M SO EXCITED! I HOPE I COULD MEET YOU!!

imaanhammam Omg I can't come today☹ Will you be there tomorrow??

↳yourinstagram Of course! I would never miss my husband (@harrystyles) performance😌

↳erenjaeger I hate you🙂

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paradisofficial Connie Springer. Backstage pre show. #CoachellaWeek2

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paradisfan5 Is it bad that I knew who this was before I read the caption?

paradisupdate We have been blessed😀

paradisfan6 Okay, but look at Connie's nails😍

hange.zoe HAHAHAHA WHO TOOK THIS PICTURE?!?!?

↳yourinstagram @jeankirschtein obviously, who else?

↳jeankirschtein EXCUSE ME?? Go ask your man🤨

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ereynpost Y/N AND CARLA WATCHING PARADIS' SET TOGETHER AT COACHELLA!!

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allaboutyn TWO PRETTY WOMEN<33

erenfan12 EREN & Y/N WEDDING, WHEN?

ynfan15 THEY LOOK SO CLOSE LIKE REAL DAUGHTER AND MOTHER😭😭😭

↳erenfan13 Ikr, she's so clingy. I love it🥺❤

ynfan13 I MET HER OMG! SHE WAS SUPER SWEET! SHE EVEN OFFERED ME HER FRENCH FRIES

↳ynfan16 FR?!? YOU'RE SO LUCKY😭

paradisheart Babe, have you seen @overheardla post? Idk if its real or not, but it's funny😭

↳ereynpost I just saw that! Carla really said "I don't understand paradis music. But I need to support them though."😭

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ereyn.daily EREN AND Y/N WERE SPOTTED TOGETHER AT COACHELLA'S BACKSTAGE!

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erenfan14 Carla seeing this👁👄👁

ynfan17 Man kisses like he just got out from prison

↳ynfan18 STOPGSDFCD☠

erenfan15 Jealous but they are the hottest ppl on earth so

ynfan19 I wanna join

erenfan16 Backstage? Why would a crew took this picture of them?

↳ereyn.daily No it was a fan who took this pic. People who have "artist pass" are allowed to be in backstage or around the artist's van!

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carlajaeger Had the best day with my favorite Jaeger❤

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yourinstagram AHHH I LOVE YOU! CAN'T WAIT FOR TOMORROW<33

↳carlajaeger I love you too sweetheart😊❤

ynfan20 FAVORITE JAEGER??? WAIT, Y/N WAS THE ONE CARLA SPENT THE WHOLE DAY WITH! IS Y/N A JAEGER NOW?!?!?

↳erenfan17 NO WAY OMG! THEY'RE MARRIED?!?!?

ynfan21 Damn, today's international heartbreak day😭💔

erenfan18 Alexa, play that should be me by Justin Bieber

ynfan22 Wait, wtf is going on? My brain can't process this😀

erenjaeger Mom... why you didn't tag me?? I was in the picture too

↳yourinstagram 😛😛😛

[dear-mrs-otome]

Silvio Ricci - PRETEND LOVER Event - Another Terrible Summary

(Yes, he is blushing. And yes, you'd better get used to his red-faced dumbstruck look because it's happening. Often.)

Here is my absolutely irreverent and chock full of hyperbole, only nominally-guaranteed-accurate rendition of Silvio's event story.

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Please always bear in mind that 1) I claim to be no expert in JP and there are and will be mistakes in this so show mercy on this amateur - and if you see any obvious mistakes, kindly let me know so I can improve 2) I didn't even TRY to make Silvio's dialogue as rude as it is. Always, at all times, assume this man is talking like a foul-mouthed sailor.

Aaaaaand 3) I made this so fucking long. Why did I feel compelled to be so detailed idk - this isn't even really a summary anymore it's just the whole damn event. FML

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So our story starts with Emma walking down the hall and being stopped by a very persistent aristocratic man she’s been dodging for days now - almost a dozen times now whenever she’s found herself alone he’s popped up, ‘coincidentally’, pestering her to have tea or spend time with him. 

He tries again today, stating how beautiful it is outside and how she should join him for tea. She tries to make her excuses, apologizing and saying she has a prior engagement, but this stalker says no, he knows that’s not true - she doesn’t have anything on her schedule, he’s already checked with the servants in court. 

She’s dismayed and also more than a bit wtf internally, when he presses her and says she doesn’t have any reason to hesitate so they should go. Takes her by the hand, making her skin sort of literally crawl, and tries to pull her off - only to be interrupted by a voice.

“Found you.”

Someone’s hand comes from behind and snags her, hauling her in…and she turns around to find, to her horror, that it’s Silvio there behind her. The tyrant himself, the last person she probably wants to see or have anything to do with because he is patently The Worst. 

She can tell already that today is going to be rough.

He’s got his arms around her from behind, caught up too in his fancy schmancy exotic cologne, when he scolds her for making a hassle of herself. She’s one part relieved to be rescued from the creepy aristo guy…and one part full of dread because it’s Silvio that’s saved her and she knows he is far faaaar from a nice man. 

He says with a smile how she’d already make a promise to him for the next while, and she’s blankly like….promise??? Prompting him to scowl at her before she’s all OH RIGHT RIIIIGHT THAT PROMISE RIGHT NOW YEP YEP. Realizing that maybe he’s trying to cover for her excuse to the aristocrat earlier. 

Silvio’s grinning, but then he turns to the aristocrat and brushes him off, stating he doesn’t know who the guy is but he shouldn’t dare touch someone else’s woman - specifically, this woman is his.

Cue the aristocrat nearly pissing himself with terror, and Emma wondering wtf?? 

“Isn’t that right, woman?” Silvio prompts, and she’s left scrambling to say that maybe? That might be true??

She’s wondering if this is some attempt at protecting her, but her gut is telling her WARNING WARNING you in danger girl. Silvio’s got a wicked look and is clearly up to no good, but she’s pretty desperate here.

The aristocrat hastily apologizes, saying he had no idea that was the case, before he scampers off like a terrified rabbit.

Silvio scoffs at the guy in his absence, before turning back to Emma and telling her they should go. They have a promise to keep, no? She’s just silent, wary, and he grins.

“Come with me to a negotiation, woman. You certainly can’t refuse the invitation of your benefactor….right?” he presses.

She’s just YEP, had a feeling this was coming…but she forces herself to say it’d be her pleasure, much to Silvio’s great satisfaction.

—---

They end up at a fancy dressmaker’s shop, where the clerk who seems utterly unsurprised to see them sets about bustling Emma into a changing room and dressing her up in clothes and jewelry as if she were some kind of doll, much to her bemusement. Complete with a lavish jeweled necklace that makes her nearly sick at hearing the price.

Silvio points out that he can’t have any woman of his looking poor, and she asks if he’s insisting they stick with that scenario. She’d assumed it was just to put up a front for that aristocrat.

“Just for the day. Consider it an honor - there are countless women out there who would love to be my girl,” Silvio says with a smirk.

“And if I refuse?” she asks.

He threatens to hand her over to that perverted bastard, and she knows he’s talking about that aristocrat from before, so she has no real choice other than to silence her protests. But then something occurs to her and she asks him why, if he’s got alllll these women just throwing themselves at him, why doesn’t he ask one of them to play the role of his lover??

She doesn’t get why, but she has the distinct feeling he was searching for someone to attend this business talk with him in the role of his paramour. 

He states too that it doesn’t make any sense if it’s not her.  

“Why?” she presses.

“It just doesn’t,” he insists.

She points out that that’s not an answer, and he’s clearly getting frustrated, telling her to just quit her yammering - she can keep the clothes and the finery, just come with him. In a panic she tells him she can’t accept that, thinking to herself in horror how much money it is worth and how she’d have to work for years and years to make that much to pay him back.

She’s shaking her head when Silvio, his expression all a sour frown, grabs her chin and leans in. “Then I’ll buy you at whatever price you name.”

She’s flailing now because GORGEOUS MAN TOO CLoSE she’s gotta look away from those pretty pretty ocean eyes as she tells him it’s not a matter of money. “You helped me out today, so I’m going along with you as a way of saying thanks. So I don’t need to be paid for it.”

He just stops to stare at her all wide-eyed and wordless, and she starts to wonder why he looks so stunned.

Finally, she asks him to let go of her face…and he bitches that she shouldn’t try to order him around but he does so immediately anyways.

Moving on, he asks if she’s ready to go with him then and when she says yes he scolds her to smile then - she looks so glum she doesn’t exactly look like his lover. She feels a little bad she made it so obvious, and she promises to try her best - but despite that promise, he still looks displeased.

—---

They end up at the home of a prominent merchant in the Rhodolite jewelry business, the head of one of the largest and most famous in the country. Silvio and the merchant exchange business pleasantries, catching up on the past few years since they’ve met, and Emma sits silently and listens - realizing he was being legit, it really is just a business meeting. 

The merchant expresses thanks for Silvio introducing them to many trade channels, even those outside of Benitoite, and he tells the man his good are so quality it’d be a shame for them to never make it out of this small country.

He’s there today to discuss a new opportunity with the merchant, one the man is very eager for since he claims it’s certain to be a success if Silvio is involved. But the man first makes note of how rare it is for Silvio to bring a woman along with him to a business endeavor, turning his attention to Emma.

He seems impressed that any particular ‘lovely flower’ of Rhodolite has caught Silvio’s eye, and Emma knows that is an oblique way of referring to a mistress in Rhodolite. She realizes she’s meant to act more as his mistress or arm candy than a true girlfriend, but she hides all those complicated feels behind a pretty smile.

But at that moment she hears something crash and everyone looks at the doorway to the room where Emma sees a woman standing, her face in her hands looking as if she were on the verge of crying.

“Ah, you’re up, woman,” Silvio prompts Emma. 

She’s not sure what he means by that, looking back and forth between a frowning Silvio and the woman starting to cry. There are broken tea cups and such around the woman’s feet, a tea set she’d clearly been bringing them, and brushing aside whatever Silvio seems to want from her she turns to the teary woman. 

“Are you hurt?” she asks, running over to her, and through her sobs the woman declares that she was serious about Silvio.

It all finally makes sense to Emma, who looks back at him and sees him scowling, though he’s as haughty as ever, as she says his name.

He insists he doesn’t know what she’s talking about, they had a meal and he gave her a little gift - clearly he doesn’t think it was any big deal. But Emma realizes there might have been a misunderstanding.

“Prince Silvio, is that woman really your paramour?” the woman asks him.

“That’s right,” he says. “You heard me, didn’t you?”

The woman is stammering denials and clearly distraught, and Emma realizes she seemed to have really liked Silvio, as she succumbs to her tears at last.

Emma tries to hold her up as she sags, but the woman shakes her off, and her heart is breaking at the sight - wondering if she can confess it’s all a lie and fake. She doesn’t know what Silvio’s up to here, but she doesn’t want any part of stomping all over some woman’s love. “Please, don’t worry. I’m -”

But that’s as far as she gets before her words are cut off by Silvio clapping a hand over her mouth and offering that if she doesn’t like being his mistress, he’ll bump her up to full-fledged lover. He’s smiling but clearly pissed, though that makes two of them - she tries to claw his hand off her but he holds on tighter.

“What, you’re that pleased?” he asks, to her muffled noise of protests. “Don’t worry, I’ve decided that the only woman in Rhodolite for me is you. I’m not in the mood to play the field much now.”

She’s incensed, raging to herself over how much of a skeezy lowlife this man is, flailing and fighting as he holds her even tighter still, pressing them even closer together. (Hon hon hon 😉)

Until with a wail, overcome at last, the poor woman runs away in tears without Emma ever getting the chance to set her straight.

“Don’t go running your mouth, stupid,” Silvio hisses in her ear as soon as she’s gone, finally letting her go. 

She rounds on him, catching her breath. “Go after her and apologize right now!”

He’s totally baffled, frowning as he insists he doesn’t have anything to apologize for, but Emma is furious as she tells him he DOES, for what happened just now. Silvio just insists he doesn’t get what she’s saying, and she’s about to let him have it again when he stops her mouth again.

“More like, you’ve got some nerve talking to me that way, don’t you?” he sneers. He’s not hurting her but her mouth is blocked again, his stupidly handsome face leaning in to give her a once-over. “And don’t give me that defiant look. You’re doing this to thank me, right?”

She’s thinking how she did want to thank him for helping her out of the blue, but she’s got lines she can’t cross. Rather, she grips his hand over her mouth hard - knowing she’s not gonna win any strength contests against a man but wanting to make it very clear to him she was defiant.

He scoffs that she’s not being cute and they’re glaring at each other, sparks practically flying in the air, when they’re finally interrupted by the poor merchant who’s still there just….UHHHH SCUSE ME…? 

Silvio apologizes for the fuss, and the man apologizes in return for his daughter’s behavior, Emma realizing the tearful woman must be the merchant’s own daughter. They go back to their discussions as if nothing’s happened - she’s still got PLENTY to say to him, but can’t interrupt now.

—---

The moment they’ve left the meeting, she’s pouncing on him again, saying how awful that was. She still feels wretched and wracked with guilt. Silvio asks if she's STILL going on about that, and tells her to forget it - he’d brought her here to get put an end to all this from the start. 

She had a feeling that had been his purpose all along. “Do you have no heart at all?”

Even if he can’t return a woman’s feelings, there has to be SOME better way to turn them down than what he did here, she feels. But the way he took that woman’s heart and crumpled it up and tossed it aside, like trash into a wastebasket, infuriates her beyond reason.

“A heart? That’s got nothing to do with business,” he says, to her further outrage.

“Besides, I don’t act like that towards every woman.” He says that profitable ones are worth paying for, but not that particular woman - and he had to find some way to break things off without being rude because she’s the daughter of a business partner.

“You had to treat her with consideration, so you set me up as your lover and tried to get her to give up?” Emma rephrases.

“Yeah…so what the hell’s with the attitude just now?” he demands, warning her that he’s not going to just let it slide the next time she puts him in an uncomfortable position.

He literally doesn’t think he did anything wrong here, she realizes. She’s never thought of him as some kind of saint or anything but she didn’t think he was bad enough to just walk all over other people indiscriminately. “I see, it’s all very clear now.”

He turning around when he realizes she’d stopped a few steps back and asks what’s with the sudden honesty.

“It’s all very clear now - that you are the scum of the earth, the sort of person who stomps all over other people’s hearts!” she accuses furiously.

Angrily he asks if she’s looking for a fight and she retorts he’s already gotten himself  one, taking him aback.

“Do you honestly think you can do whatever you want to something that doesn’t make you a profit?” she asks.

He says that it’s just a hassle and a waste of time that could be better spent elsewhere. “If it’s not worth money, it’s not worth the care.”

It’s a fundamental different of opinion, she realizes. “Money isn’t everything.” She reiterates to him that that woman seemed to really like him, regardless of money or anything like that, but he counters that he’s not buying that - there’s plenty of women who are underhanded gold-diggers.

She vehemently denies that that was the case here, thinking to herself that nobody cries the way that woman had over money, and asks how he doesn’t seem to get that.

Silvio still maintains he doesn’t know what she’s talking about.

“You must lack some basic part of humanity.” She knows she’s being outrageously disrespectful to the prince of a foreign country but she’s too far gone to care right now, not with the memory of that woman’s tears still seared in her mind. “If you keep thinking like that…I don’t think anyone could ever love you.”

She’s half ranting when she suddenly senses the change in the air. 

“You….”

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Silvio’s got a thunderous frown as he closes the gap between them and grabs ahold of her hand, dragging her to a nearby alley. “I can't stand women like you.”

“What a coincidence, the feeling is mutual,” she fires back.

He half scoffs, saying she’s got cajones to take on the prince from another country, and she retorts that just being a prince isn’t any excuse for stepping all over other people’s hearts. He tells her that he can alway fix things with money, and she starts to protest -

Only for it to be cut off before she’s barely started by his hand hitting the wall beside her with a loud bang, his handsome face close enough that their breath is mingling as he offers to just buy her, at whatever her asking price.

She realizes this is all pointless…nothing she says is going to get through to him. “No thank you!” She shoves at his chest and he doesn’t fight her as she pushes him away - but he still grabs ahold of her hand.

Irritated, he says they’ve wasted enough time here and they’ll be late for his next appointment, insisting that he’s not done with her yet despite her protests that she has zero interest in going anywhere else. “Denied. No matter what you say, you’re my woman for the day.”

She’s half dragged back out into the streets proper - but if he wants to be like that, she decides, he’s given her an idea.

—---

Next they find themselves at a nobleman’s mansion, and Emma can’t miss the woman on their way in who’s clearly thrilled to see Silvio, realizing it’s set to be the same scenario all over again. Silvio reminds her warily that she’s she’s just gotta keep quiet and sit next to him, nothing else unless she wants him to get back at her. 

They’re cooling their heels, waiting for this business partner of his to show up, and she decides it’s now or never if she’s going to put her plan into action. As they’re seated, taking their tea, she waits until Silvio’s set his teacup back down after taking a sip, and the moment he does she tosses any shame aside and hugs his arm as tightly as she can. 

He’s startled, and she launches into her attack. “It’s so lonely just sitting here in silence, Prince Silvio,” she pouts, and demands that he pay attention to her and not his business deal, or else she’ll never let go. Dredging up the recollection of a wicked woman she’d read about in one of her book and assuming the role, shoving aside embarrassment as she wriggles and clings to him even harder.

She figured, if she made herself enough of an annoyance, he’d kick her out of the meeting. But in actuality…

He’s completely nonresponsive, no reaction whatsoever. She’s been braced for him to chew her out but all she’s getting is crickets and she wonders - did she piss him off SO MUCH that he can’t even form words??

She lifts her head with all sorts of trepidation to peek up at him…and is completely gobsmacked to see his wickedly handsome face is just awash in flaming red.

“...Prince Silvio?” It doesn’t seem like he’s red in the face because he’s angry, and she’s just thinking NO NO WAY HE’D BE ALL SHY, pfft not Silvio -

“...Let go of me, you idiot!” he sputters as he comes back to himself, trying to pull his arm free of her grasp when he freezes all over again and his face somehow manages to turn redder and redder. 

Totally baffled, she’s asking what’s wrong as he accuses her of doing this on PURPOSE, but she’s just echoing that in bemusement. He’s half shouting she IS, before he covers his face with his free hand and heaves the world’s biggest sigh, then glances down at her. 

Or more accurately, down at his arm, as he manages (still blushing furiously) to point out that she’s touching him. She’s just ??? before it finally clicks, to her horror.

He’s talking about her tiddies, mashed onto his arm as she’s hugging it so tightly. 

She lets go in a bigass hurry, just stammering. “N-n-no, I didn’t mean to do that!!”

He’s still totally silent, eyes closed and face still en fuego as she keeps flailing and insisting she didn’t do it on purpose.

When they're rescued (?) by the nobleman coming in apologizing for keeping him waiting. And in an instant 180 Silvio’s recovered, cool as a cucumber, his blush gone so fast as he greets the man that she half wonders if the whole thing was some kinda illusion…but she has the recollection of it seared into her brain.

No WAY….she’s thinking, trying to wrap her brain around what just happened. So stunned she can do little but sit there the entire rest of the meeting.

—---

Afterwards, they're sitting in the carriage in WORLD'S AWKWARDEST SILENCE. Silvio's seated himself diagonally across from her, as far away as he can possibly get in the carriage, and she wonders if he’s still on edge because USUALLY Silvio’s got no problem with them casually touching but he’s clearly making an effort to be out of reach.

She starts to say his name but he cuts her off. “You say one more word, you’re gonna get it.” He’s still got his arm propped in the window, staring out it all moody, refusing to make eye contact with her.

She’s just OHOHO how fascinating…and she gets up all casually and takes a seat next to him, watching him flinch when she does.  She can’t help but laugh a little at the sight.

“You…” he warns.

She manages to get out an apology, still amused, and says it’s just too much of a surprise. “Maybe you’re actually terrible with women?”

“No, no way,” he insists, and turns to wrap his arms around her waist suddenly. She realizes though it seems he’s fine with it when HE’S the one instigating the touching, and she’s surprised by the fact that her heart pounds a little with his fancy cologne surrounding her. 

Back to his usual cocky self he grins and offers to take her right here and now if she wants.

“Dream on, you gaudy sleaze,” she scoffs. 

Still smirking he says he’s going to remember that - and he’s going to make her pay for that, plus the stuff she said to him earlier that day. It seems he’s back in fine tyrant form, she realizes.

He undoes one of the buttons on her blouse, and she’s reminded that she’s got a beast that doesn’t understand the first thing about hearts on her hands here. She’s flailing in disbelief that he was actually serious, and she says his name all alarmed.

She grabs his face to stop him  - only to find he’s immediately red again, looking flustered and uncomfortable, frozen in place again at the touch of her hands.

She points out that if this is how it’s going to play out, she doesn’t think he has to force himself to threaten her (she’s clearly about ZERO PERCENT THREATENED hahaha)

He’s just grumpy scowling again. “Quiet - don’t you get the situation you’re in?”

“Yeah. I’m quite certain you can’t do anything more than undo that button,” she challenges, and he’s left to just stare at her wide eyed.

“Bullseye, right?” she crows.

“It’s just that the mood’s been killed,” he blusters, shoving them apart.

He’d totally denied being bad with women, but she’s beginning to wonder - is THAT the reason he’s so dense when it comes to their hearts? He’s got a certain sensitivity that’s completely contrary to his outer appearance, and she realizes she might have accused him without understanding the whole picture. Clearly it’s a shitty thing what he did to those women that loved him but she can’t quit thinking about his whole mindset that ‘money solves everything’.

There must be some reason why he got that idea in the first place, she figures. 

And without understanding the why, she regrets having said something like the fact that he would never be loved by anyone. 

Silvio's moaning and groaning about how everything is The Worst and he needs a drink - and she offers that if so, she knows a good bar near here.

“You drink?” he asks, and she says she enjoys it somewhat, and he’s back to his usual arrogant grinning self as he tells her to come with him then. “It’s your fault I feel this crappy anyways.”

But she notices he’s put distance between them again, even though there’s not much room to escape each other ina small carriage no matter how much he seems he might want to. It’d be easy to write him off, just tell herself she’d never understand him…but she finds she doesn’t want to. And those sudden feelings confuse her a little. 

Meanwhile, Silvio’s in his corner of the carriage grumbling that this wasn’t worth it - not even getting to see Rio’s expression will put this whole fiasco back in the black. (Sir plz just admit you're pissy beyond belief she's got the dirt on you now) But when she asks him what he’d said just now, he brushes it off as nothing and turns away without saying anything else. 

Today was a rough day, but in the end she’s glad she got to know the real face of this man. And now that she knows the SQUEEEISHY UNDERBELLY OF SILVIO, that impression she’s always had that he’d be hard to get to know has begun to fade.

THE END (if you made it this far, bless you)

The Sweet Ending can be found here.

The AU epilogue can be found here.

[hotwings0203]

Wat if katsuki actually had a s/o that loved Key word LOVED him but.....

Then when he started getting to aggressive and starts hitting her she suddenly stops all the love and affection. And that makes katsuki so confused and angry bc he like 'wtf why did they stop huggin and kissin me when I get home from my matches'. Then his darling becomes very depressed is and cooped up in her room all the time. So when katsuki friends come over they wonder where y/n is.

Tw:abuse, implied dubcon, depression

“Babe, you’re home!” You rush over to the door when you head it unlocking, arms outstretched already or embrace his wounds.

But when the door swings open you’re met with a scowling Bakugo who shoves you aside so hard you fall to the floor.

He grumbles and throws his bags down, kicking mud off his shoes onto the carpet as he glares at you.

“This place is a pigsty. Why the fuck didn’t you clean?”

You laugh nervously and raise an eyebrow. “Uhh, ‘cause I was out all day too? I just got home an hour ago and I was tired. What’s with you? Why’re you in such a bad mood?”

Katsuki’s eyes widen until they’re the size of dinner plates. His nostrils flare and his fists resume the same position as they do in the ring.

“You talkin’ back to me now?”

“What? No, you literally just asked-“

Crack.

The sound of him backhanding your cheek reverberates around the apartment, and you hold your face in shock.

It’s not so much the pain of him striking you that hurts, it’s the fact that this has been happening for a while now that aches the most. Nothing you do-no smiles, no amount of love you showed him in, no sobs or pleads-sways him.

You love him, it’s true.

But it’s hard to love him when he looks at you like that.

“Get the fuck up. And clean all this shit up, the next time I come home to this filth I’ll make the clean the floors with your tongue.”

He grabs you by your hair and throws you face-first onto the tile area, taking his own sweet time to turn around and walk to your shared room.

After you clean for hours until the place is spotless, you retreat to bed.

He’s on his phone typing away with a slight crease in his eyebrows, but he looks up at you as you walk in.

“Hey. You done?” He has the audacity to ask in a gentle voice.

“Mmhm.”

You don’t look at him as you begin changing your clothes in the restroom and close the door behind you.

His frown deepens at that. You’ve never shied away from being vulnerable and naked with him.

To test his doubt, when you walk back into the room with your head still down, he leans forward as you sit down on the mattress, your back turned to him.

You shut off the lights in silence as he reaches a hand out and curls it around your shoulders.

“C’mere, ‘wanna feel you.” He mumbles in his raspy sleepy voice.

But to his utter confusion, you gently brush his hand off and continue your journey to tuck yourself in bed.

With your back still facing him.

“I’m tired Katsuki. Not in the mood.”

His hand is still suspended in midair, his facial features still frozen in his initial shock as he’s left in a pitch black room which is suddenly overcome with a freezing cold creeping up his spine.

He’s too wounded, too shocked and shot from his ego to be irate.

You’ve never said no to cuddling at night. Never. So what was wrong now?

You were taking his anger so well for a while, what the hell was the matter with you?

But he doesn’t touch you again that night. He barely sleeps a wink to your usually comforting sound of soft snores and little mumbles in your sleep talk.

In the morning his lack of sleep gets the betterment of his temper, and he lashes out of you again in the shower.

You’re washing your hair when you feel a cool breeze against your bare body. You open your eyes and see Katsuki standing in front of you outside the glass door to your shower.

You feign an eye roll and merely grab the handle trying to close it shut.

He doesnt even let it budge. He just snarls down at your intruding hand and yanks the door back even further, pulling you along with the force.

You yelp and slip on the floor, falling unceremoniously at his feet.

The look on his face is frankly terrifying, much worse than yesterday’s. Bakugo slowly steps in along with your quickly reversing body and closes the door behind him, trapping you inside with him.

“Why’d you try to close it on me.”

It’s not a question, it’s a demand.

“I’m sorry.”

“Then get up and touch me.”

He’s towering over your cornered form, his fists dangerously swinging next to your head.

Your limbs don’t move though. Your heart thuds slowly, your love ebbing away from him with its slow rhythm.

You already know how this is going to turn out, but you try anyways.

“Please Bakugo, I’m really not in the mood right now.”

“Oh, so it’s Bakugo now, huh?”

Your body disassociates so you don’t feel it as much, but unfortunately your hands still flinch above your head in instinct.

“If you’re-thud-sorry, then you’ll fucking-crack-touch me you-smack-ungrateful bitch.”

Your cries are loud, but not loud enough to drown his roaring out, not enough to mute the sound of his hands cracking above your shaking body.

He leaves the shower unfulfilled in his heart and in his dick.

His mind is in shambles.

This is the longest you’ve wanted space from him, he could understand an hour but half a day?

He has a rude awakening when “half a day” becomes a couple more days, then a week, and then it’s half a month since you’ve willingly kissed his battle scars and loved him with your whole being.

He says willingly because otherwise you eat his hits up like you’re just another fighter in the ring when he gets angry at your apathy. The only restraining factor that differentiates you and the men he puts in coffins is his desperation for you to come back.

To no avail though. If you’re not keeling over on the ground or pinned underneath him and molding your anatomy to the shape of his fists, then you’re still as a corpse on the bed, staring up at the ceiling and wishing you were anywhere else but here.

Bakugo doesn’t know what to do.

He doesn’t know what to feel.

Rage is consumed by paranoia, paranoia is swallowed whole by depression, depression is swept away by panicked desperation.

His hair starts falling out, his punches grow weaker and he comes home with more and more bruises every day to match the ones littering across your body.

One might wonder whose the real fighter-him or you.

And so one day when he can’t stand it anymore, can’t stand the silence and tension that’s so palpable you could taste the iron in the air, he invited his friends over.

He need the distractions. He needs happiness, a word that doesn’t seem worthy of his pathetic being.

He’s more pathetic than your unmoving body.

“Heyyy man!” Sero and Denki exclaim in obnoxious unison and throw their arms around Bakugo’s shoulders. All three of them barrel through his half-opened doorway and practically topple him over.

The air of excitement is so foreign to him, but oh so welcoming.

“Hey,” he grunts back awkwardly.

“You’ve never really invited us over without Y/N dragging you by the ear for it. How is she by the way? Haven’t heard of her in a while.” Kirishima nudges his shoulder.

But before he can open his mouth Denki cuts in. “You knock her up yet? You sly bastard, no wonder you’re hiding her from us. The gigs over Y/N, show us that beautiful belly!” He cups his hands around his mouth and the quip slashes through the air and infests Katsuki’s heart. It’s a mockery, a cruel reminder of what he cannot have.

When their friend doesn’t answer and merely walks off, the boys behind him awkwardly look at each other.

Usually he’d explode at them or at least chase them around the room.

And usually you would come out to greet them.

Katsuki was wrong.

You weren’t different from him anymore.

Because when he accepts that not even his friends can release his stone cold heart from its catatonic confines, he’s never felt more in sync with you than he has now.

[chaekkung]

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