#and I'm tired of being afraid all the time

[thomaslittlegirl]

nightmares. thomas shelby

your stepbrother comes back from the war but he is no longer the same.

warnings; tit sucking, age gap, step-cest.

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thomas is not the man he used to be since he came back from the war; that funny and happy boy disappeared and was replaced by one who is always angry, tense... simply blue.

you remember the relief you felt when you saw him arrive back at your home. you remember hugging him with all your might and you remember his big hands resting on your back while he returned you the show of affection. “i'm here now, little girl.”

the changes did not take long to be noticed. thomas became more intolerable to almost anything. he hated being kept waiting, he hated having to do things for others, hated to help; he was even capable of beating up someone if the looked at him the wrong way.

no one comes back from the war the same... and although everyone knew about that saying, experiencing it firsthand with tommy was just painful.

people began to fear him and they were completely right in the world; if there was anything worse than a shelby, it was an angry shelby.

and thomas was always angry.

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it was a thursday night when a loud knock woke you up.

the candle next to your nightstand was almost burned out and the flame was moving because of the wind in the room.

you thought that the sound had been part of your dream, and when you were ready to turn over and continue sleeping another knock was heard.

you decided to get out of bed and look for the source of it. you walked out of your room shuffling your feet on the wooden floor. the house was completely dark, it was also cold.

you hugged yourself for warmth and then you heard another noise again; it came from your stepbrother's room.

you didn't think twice before entering the room without knocking on the door; thomas might need help, you thought.

when you entered the man's room you noticed that several of the things that were usually found on the nightstand next to his bed were now lying on the floor, scattered.

thomas was lying on the bed. his eyes were closed but his body was spasming, he moved in the bed with such force that he was throwing all the objects around him to the floor.

you walked near his bed and saw his face clearly. his eyebrows were furrowed, turning his entire face into a grimace of pain; his hands were balled into fists at the side of his body. complaints and murmurs came out of his mouth that you couldn't understand.

“tommy...” you called him.

there was no response from him. you called him again... nothing happened.

you carefully placed you next to him; your knees on the hard wooden floor. one of your hands went to his shoulder and you called again, a little louder this time. “tommy…”

the man opened his eyes and a gasp escaped his throat. one of his hands grabbed yours tightly and you had to bite your tongue to keep from moaning at the pain.

“tommy... it's okay... it's me...”

shelby nodded his head, taking a seat on the bed. he turned his face and looked at you with eyes full of tears.

seeing him like that destroyed you, broke your soul. you felt like someone had hit your entire body with a bat relentlessly.

“it's okay. you are safe here.” your sweet voice came out as a whisper and you saw him nod again.

thomas couldn't hold him back much longer. finally he burst into tears; his body shaking from spasms. his chest rose and fell forcefully, you noticed that it was difficult for him to breathe.

you didn't know what to do, you didn't know how to react. you were afraid that any movement of yours would scare him away or make him worse. but you had to do something... so, with hesitation, you moved a little closer to the edge of his bed and hugged him.

thomas hugged you back, as best he could. he rested his head against your shoulder and stayed there, suffering in your heat. you held it.

“i'm tired.” he said, whispering. his voice still a little muffled. “i'm tired of having these nightmares every fucking night.”

his words shocked you. thomas had nightmares every night? why did he never say anything? why had you nor your family never heard of it?

“do you have nightmares every night?” you asked in disbelief. thomas nodded his head. “why didn't you tell us anything?”

thomas remained silent for a few seconds. “we shelbys are strong.” was all he said, and you felt your blood boil.

why put yourself through all this pain alone? why keep quiet about your suffering and face it without anyone's support, just because of your shitty last name?

you clicked your tongue and decided not to say anything, you didn't want to make things worse.

you stayed like that for a while, hugging your stepbrother. "better?" you asked after a while. he denied. his sobs had stopped but his eyes continued to shed tears and wet the top of his nightshirt.

you felt useless. it hurt you to see him like that.

“please, brother. don’t cry anymore” you asked. thomas sniffed, releasing you.

“i'm sorry.”

you denied. he had no reason to apologize. he hadn't done anything wrong.

you lifted your knees off the floor and ignored the pain you felt in them, sitting next to him on the bed. “is there anything you need?” you asked. “is there anything i can do to make you feel better?”

thomas caressed your cheek gently. his battered hands full of scars and recent wounds only made a notable contrast to the softness of your skin.

your stepbrother looked into your eyes, lowering his hand to now caress your neck. you looked at him, surprised. thomas wasn't usually very affectionate, in fact, he wasn't with anyone... just with you, but he never touched you like that, he never caressed you the way he was doing tonight.

his hand went lower and lower, passing under your collarbones. “what...what are you doing?” you asked him, surprised when his hand reached one of your tits and didn't move away.

“you said you wanted to make me feel better... let me feel better. ”

“but… but you…”

“be good.”

you swallowed, keeping quiet. thomas took your breast in his hand, outlining it. his touch felt strange, it made you feel dirty, vulnerable. two brothers didn't touch each other the way he was touching you... but you didn't try to push him away. you stayed there, still and at his will. letting him touch you however he wanted, as if you were a doll.

thomas's touch was surprisingly gentle; anyone would have expected a shelby to be rough.

you really didn't know what to think.

thomas used his other hand to cup your other breast; now both of his hands were on your tits, caressing and contouring them. your stepbrother pressed them together, wetting his lips when he saw how your nipples had stood up.

“tommy…” you called, quietly, embarrassed. he looked at you, his eyes still filled with tears. you didn't know what to say, you stayed silent, frozen.

thomas let go of your tits, now playing with the hem of your nightshirt.

“let me try them.” he said out of nowhere.

your eyes widened in surprise. "what...?"

“let me put them in my mouth... you said you wanted to do something to make me feel good…that will make me feel good.”

you looked at him stunned. what were you supposed to do? slap him and leave his room in terror? let him do what he wanted? you didn't know how to react.

thomas's hands acted on their own, lifting your shirt until he slid it around your neck, taking it off completely. his blue eyes penetrated yours.

his hands went to your breasts again, and before you could think about how to resolve the situation, he kissed your nipple.

thomas kissed it gently, almost as if he was afraid to scare you away. his tongue outlined your nipple with a maddening softness. his light blue eyes met yours and when you saw how his tears had subsided, you decided to give up.

you surrendered to how good your stepbrother felt sucking your nipple and how innocent he looked with it in his mouth; almost as if he were not twice your age, almost as if the situation were not morbid.

one of your hands went to his cheek and you caressed it gently while the other rested on his neck. thomas let your nipple fall from his lips and smiled at you. “good girl, letting me calm down with her beautiful tits. you're being good, little one. making me feel very good.”

your heart pounded in your chest. you loved compliments... and if they were from your stepbrother, even better.

thomas carefully laid down on the bed, pulling you too until your side was pressed against the mattress, in front of his body. he took your other tit in his mouth and began to suck on the nipple, hugging your waist as he sucked like he was a baby.

shelby was calm now, making sounds of satisfaction as he choked on your tits. his eyes began to feel heavy and you continued stroking his hair, helping to lull him to sleep.

thomas took your nipple out of his mouth and murmured, “maybe tomorrow i can know the taste of your pussy too.”

that night, thomas fell asleep quickly and easily like an angel, sucking on your tits and using them like they were a good pacifier.

no other nightmares bothered him again for the next few hours and maybe, just maybe, you woke up to your beautiful stepbrother giving kitty licks to your pretty and tight cunt, as he promised.

[rootspiral]

Agatha All Along deep dive: episode 9 part 6

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billy drives to westview again, I guess flying right now feels weird while he's so conflicted about his own witchy nature. and who boarded up agatha's door? were the neighbors afraid some other unspeakable horror was going to jump out of the house?

we get another good view of agatha's grave, with all the purple flowers and mushrooms rio grew for her

agnes' bike and señor scratchy's cage (I hope that fluffer bunny's okay somewhere)

NOT HELPING, AGATHA. did she just run down to the basement so she could do her 'it's britney bitch' face? (she does look like britney here)

sure, sure, you'll get your brooch back and then you'll be on your merry way doing ghostly shit with no regrets whatsoever. it's not like you've been following billy around like a lost puppy or anything

agatha sees billy drawing the circle and is all posture again, a big slice of "I'm cooler than you and you don't scare me little kid" with a side of "ooooh are we doing magic?? I love magic lemme see lemme see!"

she's truly embarrassing

you're the one with a buttload of black candles in your basement agatha who do you think you're mocking

a pentacle, the symbol of our coven surrounding him. wherever you are, a coven there shall be.

oooh book through the heart! we get it, symbolism.

agatha sees the brooch and gives a deep relieved sigh, immediately followed by more bullshit. JUST TELL HIM THAT'S YOUR SON'S BROOCH AND IT'S IMPORTANT, YOU USELESS DISASTER. JUST OPEN UP FOR ONCE.

the spell is vade (not valia) a lucem, relinque terram, noli esse phantasma. go to the light, leave the earth, don't be a ghost (bit on the nose.)

what's wrong agatha, not feeling so confident all of a sudden?

you know the drill by now, she won't go quietly. so she sneers.

ooh we're appealing to his better nature now? after your many 'never apologize for murder' lessons?

idk man, it's almost as if the people you keep pushing away will eventually get tired of your bullshit. it's almost as if billy here, the kid you supposedly care a lot about, just went through a terrible experience and could really need a wise mentor right now - instead of whatever you're doing.

and now we're begging. better make a decision there agatha, you're starting to fade away!

sure, that will help. great plan agatha, masterful gambit, turning into a ghost and losing even more of your agency

there you go. it only took this poor wretch nine episodes, killing three people, scaring away forever the love of her life, thoroughly traumatizing a kid and somehow losing her entire body to express ONE honest, uncensored feeling.

it's the little steps.

heartwarming: local 350 year old experiences for the first time the mortifying ordeal of being known.

another thing billy and agatha have in common is how good they are at reading people. with billy it's a natural talent (comes with being a mind reader) that he's still learning how to use, he can read people but doesn't know how to interpret what he finds yet, hence the whole trials fiasco.

with agatha, he's been trying to reconcile his instincts with facts and logic. on a surface level he shouldn't trust agatha at all, indeed she's the last person anyone should trust. but since he was that kid who liked hanging out at agnes' house, billy guessed something else in agatha, a vulnerability behind all the darkness that he's been (awkwardly) trying to bring to the surface.

why? I think it's for the same reason agatha has been reaching out to him: because they're so similar. billy wants to reconcile agatha's two natures because he wants to do the same for himself. he is the son of the witch who tortured westview, he has all this scary power. there is a darkness in him that he doesn't know how to deal with, but maybe, if agatha is redeemed, there is hope for himself too.

in other words, these two are kindred spirits (spiritual mother/son, mentor/mentee, whatever you want to call it) who recognize each other and instinctively want to stick to together, even though it's a bad, bad idea.

(I cannot believe it took agatha turning into a ghost to finally get a manicure for her nasty witchy nails)

and this is all it took to win billy over, that's how ready and eager he was to believe agatha has a heart! the moment he realizes that of course agatha loved nicholas! of course she's devastated after losing him! he steps back and dries a tear, moved. for the first time he sees agatha's pain and, the good kid he is, he's earnest to give her sympathy and comfort. he's still too young to fully understand what agatha has been trough, but he doesn't need to. he just needs to care and be there for her, and that's enough, that makes all the difference.

the salemites taught agatha that she cannot trust others, that if she shows who she really is people will hate her and hurt her. when nicky died she tried all she could to exorcise that devastating pain, except asking for help. she never allowed someone to give her even the most basic forms of comfort, no hugs, no crying on someone's shoulder, no 'I'm sorry this happened to you'. no 'I'm here for you, if you need anything'. no 'I know it feels like that, but I promise it wasn't your fault.'

agatha set out to mold and raise billy as another version of herself, but what she got instead is a kid who, just like nicky, is simply glad to love her back. yes, people will leave you if you keep pushing them away, but the opposite is also true: if you stick by and make an effort, no matter how many mistakes you make, most people will recognize what you're doing and respond in kind. it sucks that agatha can do that so rarely and with so much difficulty. but it happens sometimes, even to her.

I've talked about how a "coven two" is never sustainable on the long run, how you cannot just have one person be your whole world. humans, social animals we are, simply need a community. but for now it's a start, it's agatha cautiously letting herself be around another person again. and oh god she's going to be such a bad influence on this poor kid. I'm glad *he* has other people in his life, at least.

she's like, faIR WArNiNG

ookay drama llama. these two gays, I swear. already trying to outdrama each other.

she's all proud!! look at her boy paying homage to the dead and expressing his grief like a champ! meanwhile I'm sitting here like guys, guys, you cannot just write their names on the floor and call it a day, have you CHECKED if you have to break the news to their loved ones?! did sharon have children? did alice have friends or a partner that are looking for her right now?!?!!?!?! please make ONE phone call I beg you! is there an ADULTIER ADULT in the room, you CANNOT LEAVE THESE TWO IN CHARGE

and off they go, merrily causing chaos and mayhem. if I had to guess what happens next, agatha is going to love and help and teach that kid while making soooo many mistakes and causing soooo much emotional damage, and also very much try to manipulate him into giving her a new body, because lbr, this asshole didn't get herself close to the one person on earth who can do that by pure accident. all immaturity and ulterior motives aside, agatha is taking baby steps in the right direction and I'm SEATED for it.

AND WE'RE DONE. I cannot believe I got to the end of this?!!?! thank you from the bottom of my black heart to all the peeps who reached out and encouraged me, thank you for all your likes and reblogs and engagement, and special thanks to @idkbroletssee, @yodladi-yodlada, @aquaaquila, @onceuponalegendbg, @vinspiration-book, @sallysetonagathario, @2-the-moon-and-2-saturn, @yourlocalegotisticalqueerishere, @isagrimorie, @jojobobapalooza, @netellie, @nutella-icecream, @talysalankil, @ragnarockz, @misschanandlerbong25, @westviews-nosiest, @liminal-smith, @kendrysaneela, @whogirl42, @witchtwig, @nerdybeachbum299, @bogcrowe, @the-silence-in-between, @farminglesbian, @lazyreinelle @fantasticvoidnerdshoe, @ofutopia, I'm sure I'm forgetting many but I promise I see you all!

Last but not least, big, grateful thanks to @crybabyheathen for always messaging me and forcing me out of my shell and encouraging much needed human interaction 😉. And lots of love to @april-december, don't tell anyone but I look forward to your comments the most, it truly means the world that you appreciate and engage with my posts like you've been doing.

Happy new year, everybody!

[pinkshortbread]

Can you do members of the tulpar with a partner who struggles with mental health issues (like depression or something of the sort), if it makes it easier for you to only do one of the tulpar members tho that’s fine !! love your writing btw ^_^

Thank you so much for your feedback ! 😭💞

For the moment, I only write for Curly, Daisuke and Anya. I hope you all don't mind. Maybe later for Swansea, I'm uncomfortable with writing about Jimmy (even though I like how written he is, eh I don't even need to justify myself why I don't want to write for him, anyway-) 😔✌️

WARNING : MDNI ; May triggers some people ; Sensitive Subjects.

[How do the members of the Tulpar cope with their partner who struggles with mental health issues ?]

Due to personal experience, I have chosen anxio-depression. When you went on broad the Tulpar : you lied about your condition to protect yourself from losing your job. In fact, Pony Express used to be precise and kept an eye on mental health issues but now, it's not quite the case (unfortunately).

💫 Curly 💫

Curly noticed some details : you felt restless, you had trouble sleeping. That's why you went to the lounge pretty late at night to pass the time.

"Curly ? Why are you here ?" "I should return the question Love." "Trouble sleeping, but I'm okay." It ticked something inside Curly's chest, you weren't okay. Everytime he left the cockpit to go to sleep to his quarter, you were here : your eyes on the screen, in your own world, looking tired, drowned in your thoughts.

He sat next to you, placing his hand onto your thigh, rubbing sweet circles to soothe the stress feeling you were breathing out. "I'm sorry, but I know you're not..."

The next thing you did is throwing yourself into his arms. You cried, cried so much into his shoulders, confessing to him that you were struggling with your depression on broad the Tulpar, that you lied about your issues, you didn't even talk about it with Anya. You were lost, you didn't know what to do. That only built up your anxiety you already tried to control. It was unbearable for you to keep everything to yourself.

And Curly listened. He listened to everything you said : your had trouble to manage the little of energy you had, you didn't know how to feel positive, your sleeping schedule is completely broken...

He kept your crying form close and tight to him, almost afraid of losing his partner and companion. He is the only one who were able to listen and feel what you felt at the right moment, he did it perfectly.

"I lied to everyone about it, even you !" "No you didn't, you kept to yourself and you needed to let go. But I'm here and I'm not dissapointed by you. I love you"

Let's just say, not too short after that, you asked him if he could sleep with you in your quarter after your confession. He accepted.

🌺 Daisuke 🌺

Daisuke didn't notice at first, but : sometimes you where quite irritable to him, which questionned him but he couldn't put his finger on it, maybe you were nervous about the "not being on Earth situation", was he wrong ? But one day, you stormed into his room, sliding and opening his door wide.

"Daisuke..." You started crying as you fidgeted your fingers nervously. "I'm sorry, I've been awful to you..."

As he turned his head to see you crying, his door completely open. Your cries started to resonate inside the Tulpar. He rushed to you, closing his door behind you in the process and cupping your cheek. "No no no, baby what's wrong ?"

Between your cries and hiccups, you told him about your mental health, that you've been struggling even more with your stupid job and that you felt like it started to ruin your relationship, your medication started to run low due to a debut of an anxiolytic addiction. It was bad.

"Shit, baby, I didn't know about that..." Daisuke felt helpless about your issue but : "Is there anything I can do to make you feel better ? Food ? Video games ? Cuddles ? We can take the whole night if you want to talk about it, I can't leave you like that..."

"I don't want it to ruin our relationship-" Suddenly, Daisuke grabbed you by your hips, bringing you even closer to him. "Don't you dare to say that again Boo, I still love you."

💧 Anya 💧

Due to the fact that Anya is the nurse of the whole crew, you told her about your mental health way longer before your relationship started. But one day, you didn't show yourself to the psych eval. It was very unusual from you.

Anya decided to look for you around the Tulpar, questionning everybody. They didn't see you, so you must be in your quarter.

And there she saw you, sitting on your bed and staring at the floor. "Oh no Honey..." She faced you, sitting in front of you. "You weren't ready for your psych eval today ?" You nodded.

You needed some time to talk about it with her, when job and personnal issues start to bond together that's where the problems start you told yourself. Anya told you that it couldn't be an issue, but your thoughts were louder than her voice.

Anya brought her hands to your calves as she layed her head onto your lap. "It's going to be okay, I'm here. You don't have to talk about it, you are not alone." Her words sounded right, you shoulders relaxed. Your hands meets her hair, your fingers intertwined with her strands. You let out a big sigh.

"I love you..." Anya looked up at you, some tears rolled onto your cheeks. You didn't want to lose her. Her look softened. "Oh, I love you too, so so much... Don't forget that..."

For the first time, you heard her.

[pomegranatesarchive]

what would you like to eat today? just pick something—an appetizer, a main course, or a dessert—and a boy (or multiple) of your choice! would you prefer a shrimp cocktail or teriyaki salmon?

you can choose from the following characters/people: formula one, harry potter, criminal minds, and even stranger things! please let me know who you want me to write about! i do also accept pairing + reader, just be specific!

my resturant will be open from 12/28 to 1/12!

the menu:

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hainanese chicken rice: "i like your...pupils?"

pad thai: "before you say anything about me being at home tonight, i want to remind you that you are too.”

zabaglione: "did you know you talk in your sleep?"

nasi goreng: “since when does your job extend to giving me relationship advice?”

chocolate mousse: "your feet are freezing!"

pho: “you seemed a little off on the phone, so i wanted to make sure you had something nice to come home to.”

kimchi-jjigae: "shit, i forgot to grab an umbrella. i didn't know it was raining"

beef bourguignon: "have you ever been in love?"

macarons: "why are you so jittery?"

flan: "don't worry, i won't tell anyone that my big bad roommate is afraid of a little thunder."

ratatouille: “tell me how you fell in love with me.”

soufflé: “why are you so grumpy all the time?”

quiche lorraine: “you fell asleep in my arms. it was kind of adorable.”

risotto: “can i sleep in your room tonight? is that weird to ask?”

cacio e pepe: "we'll need to do some serious redecorating if i do move in."

dorayaki: "please don't ask me if i'd still love you if you turned into a zombie."

atayef: “i’d love to stop kissing your neck in public, believe me, but it’s all i can reach!”

banana pudding: "i want to stay and watch those stupid nature documentaries. okay?"

shawarma: “look, i got us matching pool floaties!”

mango sticky rice: “it’s not my fault your boxers are so comfortable. besides, it’s not like anyone’s going to know.”

focaccia: "can we do that again? my eyes were closed."

tiramisu: "i left you a note, did you read it?"

pinakbet: “hey, wait up- your collar’s all crooked, let me fix it.”

mooncakes: "we can't keep meeting like this. someone will find out."

ragù alla bolognese: "what do you mean you've never gone trick-or-treating?!"

churros: "i brought you flowers."

mapo tofu: "i did your taxes."

albondigas: "you...you learned how to cook my favorite food?"

teriyaki salmon: "who needs friends? i have you."

crema catalana: "are you jealous?"

rice pudding: "you sure this looks fine?"

sinigang: "i thought you wanted some space?"

rasgulla: "why are you looking at me like that?"

kofta: "yawning whilst trying to convince me you’re not tired tends to have the opposite effect.”

shrimp cocktail: "you're telling me that you've only had one crush your entire life? that's bullshit. tell me who it is."

empanadas: "you smell good."

paella: "are you always this happy?"

pani puri: "you kissed me! you kissed me, how's that not a big deal?"

brownies: "i'm not sleeping in your bed, it hurts when my legs dangle over the edge, you know?"

chiles en nogada: “can i hold your hand? is that weird to ask?”

baba ghanoush: "I would've moved to the floor but you were using me as a pillow."

tempura: "i'm sorry, babe, are those flashcards?"

biangbiang noodles: “weird way to propose but the answer is yes.”

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thank you for participating!! hope you enjoyed <33

[thezombieprostitute]

Professional

A/N: Written for @the-slumberparty's December Daze Challenge.

Prompt: hosting your first new years party

Warnings: Implied stalking. Please let me know if I missed any!

This was it. Time for the big leagues. Usually you were the second-in-command at events but with Lucinda down for the count with the flu, it's time for you to step up. It's not like you haven't prepared for this kind of scenario. And the party itself was pretty straight forward.

Well, except the fact that your clients were government agents. Higher ups in the NSA, CIA, and probably other acronyms. You remember Lucinda bitching up a storm about the background check requirements for every single person who'd be working at this party. Part of you had been scared they'd find something in your own past that you'd long forgotten about that would get you arrested!

As you worked you noticed one of the guests continually looking at you. He's certainly handsome; hair cut short, eyes blue like the sea, just enough stubble to encourage thoughts about how it would feel against your skin. Unfortunately, you need to focus. There are a lot of moving pieces for the party and you can't rest until it's all over. As much as you'd love to walk over and introduce yourself, you are a professional and you will behave as such. Maybe you'll get lucky and he'll stick around afterwards so you can talk to him.

After a couple of hours, with the clock ticking closer to midnight, he seems to get tired of just looking at you from afar and walks over.

"I'm Nick," he introduces himself with a smile that would normally have your legs weak.

You introduce yourself and warn him, "I'm afraid I don't have time to chat, sir. I'm working and there are lots of things that need my attention."

He smirks as he gives a gentle shake of his head, "are you always so professional at your events?"

"Of course, sir. Though usually I'm not the one in charge. Our company has an image to maintain."

"Any chance you'll be getting a break?"

"I'd be surprised," you confess. "I don't mean to be rude, sir---"

"Nick," he corrects you.

"I don't mean to be rude, Nick, sir, but I do need to focus on my work."

"Of course," his smile drops a little. "Maybe I'll see you closer to midnight."

Heat rushes to your face as you smile at the compliment. "Maybe."

It's a few minutes to midnight and your staff is starting to look around, hoping for their own New Year's kiss. You hate being such a taskmaster but there is still work to be done. At least the party is officially over at midnight. Unofficially you know you and yours will be there for at least a few more hours after. Maybe you can give them a minute or two for a kiss. It was only briefly discussed with Lucinda before she got sick.

Your thoughts get interrupted by Nick suddenly appearing in front of you, making you jump a little.

"Sorry about that," he smiles. "Consequence of training, I guess."

You smile back, "that makes sense. Can I help you?"

He looks to the TV screens watching Times Square, "it's almost midnight and I'm not one for kissing without consent."

Giggling you look around. There's no fires, no one's hurting, there's a natural lull in the party as everyone is counting down the seconds. "Okay, Nick. That sounds lovely."

His smile widens and, as you hear the party count down the seconds, he gently brings you in for a kiss. And oh what a kiss it is! You were expecting a quick peck on the lips but Nick is treating it like a first kiss after a date. You lean into him before you catch yourself and carefully push yourself away from him.

"That was...lovely," you breathe. "But I have to get back to work now, sir. Nick! Nick."

"Right," he nods. "Because you're a professional."

Nick watches you walk away, a smile on his face. Tonight's gone better than expected. When he did the background check on you he was intrigued. He wanted to get to know you better.

Seeing you running the show confirmed his decision to get your boss sick. He got to see you in top form and you were amazing. Now he's just gotta wait until your done with work before he can ask for your number, which he already has.

He's happy you seem open to his advances. For a minute he was worried he would have to go to plan C. But this will be much better for the both of you.

Tagging: @alicedopey; @delicatebarness; @icefrozendeadlyqueen; @irishhappiness; @lokislady82; @ronearoundblindly

[damnfandomproblems]

Fandom Problem #6931:

I feel like there should be more "problematic" characters in fiction. we talk a whole lot about "problematic" ship dynamics or "problematic" themes

but we don't talk enough about the LACK of characters with flaws. with reprehensible morals and actions and you might be thinking " wdym? there's tons of that? there's so many villains." and yeah there are. but how many go beyond murder. be honest. how many are actually horrible people. most stories you see the villain is written with backstories to help the reader sympathize with the villain and understand why they are doing what they are doing. its still plenty obvious that said villain is in the wrong. and don't get me wrong those villains are still great and all but its very... bland especially when its just... good guy turned bad and is trying to get revenge like... that's not a flaw imo. flawed logic maybe. but it doesn't exactly make them a bad person. "so what do you want then?" you wanna know what I want? I want holocaust level of bad. that's right I want villains who are fucking racist as shit. I want pedophiles, I want lgbtphobic pieces of shit, I want genuine cult leaders with accurate depictions of cult tactics and manipulation, hell there's probably worse things I could list but I have a bad memory. I want to actually hate a villain. I want antagonists that I can actually hate and don't have to sympathize with because "boo hoo my family is abusive and neglectful please pity me and don't kill me for the awful shit I've done" I want to experience the rage of having to deal with such people WITH the MC and thoroughly hate the villains. I want villains who are actually bad and aren't just a sort of... peek into what's wrong with society to have made these people this way I'm tired of all the villains where you can mostly blame their actions on a failing society I want villains that are truly terrible and their actions are ENTIRELY their fault

like I can understand that may be a bit too dark for most stories, or y'know people aren't interested, but a lot of the time it seems like people are afraid to write these kinds of characters. probably in fear of being accused of condoning their actions because antis are just like that.

but please. I need real villains. I need genuinely horrible people with no redemption. who just need to be cut down because they are that dangerous. I need sick fucks who will never change.

[kristhething-blog]

I love your tag “Jegulus creates Jily haters” because yeah, yeah that’s exactly right at least in my personal experience. I’m a newer fan and was never the BIGGEST fan of Jily (sometimes ships just don’t click with me, it is what it is, same thing goes with WolfStar tbh 😅) but I thought it was cute and I liked a lot of the fanart and edits but I really like Jegulus so seeing the constant hate for it kinda made me sour on Jily as a whole. They spend more time hating Reggie and Jegulus than they do actually supporting Lily and Jily and part of me just wonders if they ever just get TIRED (also I don’t want to hear it from the people who are in the top ten Harry Potter ships, you are hardly oppressed) (Like seriously I as a MaryLily shipper would love to have as many focused well-written completed longfics as they do) (Also on that note as a MaryLily shipper before I am a Jegulus or Jily watching the fighting gives me a weird feeling of not wanting to be noticed vs wishing to be acknowledged because for a lot of time they spend complaining about lack of attention on Lily they really don’t give MaryLily or PandaLily the time of day lol, nor do they seem to especially care about the non-Lily girls, or the fact that those girls are more relevant then they ever have been)

Hi <3

(just to be clear the tag is "Jegulus hate creates Jily haters")

You're so right, Jily is still getting attention (1,100 fics in the last month is not all that little) and I love it for them! It's a neat classic ship that has every reason to be this popular <3

That being said, some of the fans who always seem to hate on others make shipping Jily look so miserable. If I get to pick between kids who play with blocks and kids who are screaming that lego is superior from the other side of the room, I'm not touching legos any time soon!

Also, I think we've got to see so many cool versions of Lily once we started experimenting with her a little! Let this girl try out new things! Let's put her under different circumstances! Please, explore her! Though, I'm afraid that any type of queer Lily is not the attention these fans want - so other ships don't matter to them (that is if they're not completely opposed to them in the first place :/).

But how dare we turn characters gay to make them more relatable the same way every other fandom does? How dare we stir from canon?

I understand that most Jily shippers are just nice and chill and enjoy their fics without the need to harass others, but there are so many toxic Jily stans who think they are so opressed it's not even funny anymore.

[theladygazingatemptiness]

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[sovonight]

why is so much of sewing just tracing and cutting and tracing again q_q i see why people get projectors and use adobe illustrator now

[majiburger]

everything sucks so bad i'm afraid

[buttercup-barf]

Under the cut are mostly self-insert doodles of decreasing quality. Again, not much directly tied to Team Fortress 2. Might as well toss these out while I have no access to my puter. Much yapping under the cut and in the tags incoming.

Another self-insert, this time less of a "here's me as a tenth class" and more of a "here's my game experiences translated into the class I would take the place of". The Cleaner. Although I guess they could still be wearing either suit. It doesn't matter that much.

That one Convict's Case taunt with Backup would be extremely funny, because the man would be on the verge of a breakdown (he does not want to go to jail so bad you have no idea). The second image- I owe no explanation. You know what I am. You see the pattern with my favourites.

The duality of the man. Resting face versus "just heard you express interest in religion/Russian folklore" face. He's not that hard to make friends with, when you pull him away from all the explosions.

Some doodles of trying to figure his face out. Unfortunately, the more I stare at him, the more I worry that he looks like A Certain Guy With The Last Name "Kazarin", and the fear of never being original in my life caught up to me.

Don't look at me, don't perceive me, I refuse to explain any of my actions to you.

[merp-blerp]

Just for any anti-gaylors/rude hetlors out there, it's easy to scroll away from things you don't agree with...

[immortalsins]

might have fucked up so its going on the blog

[melit0n]

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[disco-lizard]

im gonna fuckin bash my head into the wall lol july is almost over and this year has been utter shit for me and i don't see any end to any of it and i'm sick and tired of harboring so much rage towards the people who have hurt me and living in constant fear that everyone else in my life is going to hurt me too

[endeverous]

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