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[SURFS INSIDE OF THE ASKBOX AGAIN] hello i am Here to ask about what the Hell do magpie and luci have going on. Considering the whole Thing. magpie's watch being important to him and how luci is associated with the backwards clock. That Kind of Ordeal ^<^
hai . i am so capable of being normal about this. lie.
ok so im once again going to be At It, some mix btwn scattered notes and infodumping and me just saying words You Get It. i have Not been talking abt them as much as i think abt them, theyre another dynamic that haunts me to death. you understand. anyway; ~28 paragraphs.
so first i should Probably actually go over magpie as a character bc i. somehow. dont think i have. at all. so ^_^
magpie, our funny little manager, is introduced mostly as a negligible character. honestly? he just kind of sucked. shows up to be really annoying before dipping again, yapping just because he can, mostly. hes set up entirely to be some 'rich completely-inept asshole climbing the corporate ladder,' acting like hes So In Touch With Everyone (but still blatantly comes across as a complete and total narc). this is on purpose. magpie is a liar.
none of that is true, and he simply plays up the role so that people dont really suspect anything of him. actually, hes not supposed to be the manager at all. at his core, hes actually just. some guy from the backstreets people hire to do misc dirty work-- delivering information, just so happening to mess up in places that takes attention away from someone else, poking his nose places it doesnt belong-- hes got the look and charisma of someone who can be trusted, and he plays it up Hard. multiple times.
he has several different presentations he cycles through to get people to see him a certain way. he is Very Good at his job. he Hates his job. so much so, in fact, that after a particularly. messy. instance, he dropped off the map entirely to figure out some way-- any way at all-- to regain some sort of stability. (to stop the inevitability of harm even a little bit, even just once. (to make up for it all, maybe.))
so. yeah! magpie lies. a lot. he doesnt really care for status or the company as a whole at all-- originally it was just t cause problems for people he views as In Power, but likeā¦ fuck dude theres a LOT of people who Just Work Here, and if he went through with just Causing Problems like he thought he was going to, well. oof. so. change of plans! honestly now hes just trying to find some way to Get Everyone The Fuck Out Of Here.
he plays the part, and he snoops. he pretends not to notice shit he Definitely shouldnt be allowing (but likeā¦ if it makes shit easier for them, then yknow..) and pretty much justā¦ lets people treat him however. because ultimately his act is Annoying and Untrustworthy yes, but also Completely Nonthreatening. people will let him get away with a LOT of shit with the excuse that he is "kinda stupid" and "doesnt know what hes doing." and well, yknow. whatever works! there is no way this can backfire <33
. so his thing with luci.
luci also generally sticks to her role as just kinda. yknow. Managerial Guide. at least to start out with. shes just figuring shit out yknow. and honestly, nobody really catches onto her being likeā¦ Conscious. except for Magpie. because he would always make dumb little quips and jokes at her out of habit-- yknow, like one talks to a particularly unruly printer or something-- and then she would respond in kind. likeā¦ snarking back enough to be like Okay Theres No Way Someone Just Programmed That In There Right. and not just that, she'd return with her Own little quips and questions, then act as though she didn't.
magpie originally takes this as a kind of "haha ok thats kind of fucked, at least thats something Super Illegal against these guys we can use if we need to" but then. unfortunately. the thing about magpie is that, against his own instincts, he cares for people. a Lot. he doesnt much enjoy watching people in danger-- and most certainly doesnt want to cause any of that Himself, he's over that.
which is to say: he Instantly gets attached. he cant really say it, but he counts her as as much of a person as anyone else is pretty much instantly, despite him knowing he really really shouldnt be doing that this is so stupid he cant just jump to conclusions like that and if anyone finds out theyre all So Dead. but he cant :( he cant help itā¦ hes just a lil guy and luci is very obviously doing a horrible fucking job at hiding the fact that shes likeā¦ conscious. and he has a role to play up too, so its not like he can Do anything, especially since shes part of the damn facility's system and can probably get into contact with important people really easily..
so for a while, its just. luci thinking shes doing a great job at slinking around and playing the manager for a fool the whole time, and magpie fully aware but pretending not to notice and trying to just make things passively easier for her to figure herself out without anyone noticing. its insufferable. because theyre both Correct and Entirely Wrong about each other.
luci completely falls for his Dumb Manager facade and plays the part accordingly, playing around with him because its convenient and kind of funny, she also happens to be the only one who catches on that he is Not Supposed To Fucking Be Here, but plays along because, again, convenient. easy enough scapegoat if she needs it. meanwhile magpie clocks onto her Instantly, but Completely misses the fact that she isnt just innocently futzing around like he thinks she is. he somehow completely trusts her, so much so that despite being the only person who could possibly figure out her Scheming he just. completely rules it out. i really have to reiterate, they are So fucking insufferable.
it isnt until past halfway through th fucking game that luci catches on that magpie's front is . well, a front. and she is genuinely insulted she never caught on. its so fucking funny. and then things get kinda complicated bc likeā¦ [waves hands around] story eventsā¦..
luci kinda functions as a sorta "final boss" for the whole thing, in heavy quotes. ihavent decided exactly how itll go yet, but. waves hand around. the point is that shes kind of directly responsible for a LOT of people dying, and also kind of for directly threatening Them as well. but the thing is, she hinges Immensely deeply on the idea of Relevancy. because her own nature is so fickle and fragile, shes insistent on making a strong Impression of herself-- as this is what she feels like will root her into reality. something much like how abnormalities function-- ideas dont really ever die, and neither do they. and Thats what she wants more than anything.
so. while it wasnt exactly her entire Goal from the start, if she can cement herself as a Villain, then sure. whatever. it could be fun! and she plays it up. as she is wont to do.
that whole thing is important because of th fact that like.. the only person who Doesnt immediately believe that image of her IS magpie. likeā¦ yeah hes kinda had th rug pulled out from under him completely (and its kind of true that if he'd been a little more observant that he could have literally stopped all of this.. he tries not to think about it too hard.) but he also justā¦ god, despite everything he still hates the idea of having to do anything to her.
it takes him a while to figure out why, but its because he's ALSO immediately able to call out her bluff. AGAIN. due to being pretty much the only person that talks to her directly (and.. genuinely ??? kind of??) he can tell when she is intentionally hiding something. she is very deliberately playing up the Idea of what a villain Is, goading everyone on, but he knows damn well what shes about. the issue is that it isnt wholly untrue either.
its like. yeah she intentionally hurt a lot of people, and will probably keep doing that if someone doesnt Do something about her (like everyone else wants to doā¦) but alsoā¦ well to put it bluntly, again, she wants little more than simply to be able to Live.
shes purposefully putting herself into a role in order to get what she wants, confident that she can do whatever she wants with no consequence, and treats the entire thing as a weird little game. she doesnt really hold any malice in her heart, she just. she's just desperate and deeply, deeply confused.
shes not good, but shes not evil either. she is JUST stupid. she doesnt know what shes doing and will do just about anything to hide that fact because she hates the feeling of not having control over these things. something she Also tries to hide. honestly hes not really sure if she even notices it herself.
at this point luci has literally never had to deal with the consequences for her actions so this is quite literally the Peak of her hubris arc. to put it in a way, shes convinced she understands how the story goes and can change it how she wants, and she Does Not and Cannot. her arc is essentially trying to assign narrative significance to things in the hopes that it Fulfills something in her. it does not. instead she just has a bunch of problems she caused herself. oops. oh well <33 and its not like magpie doesnt try!! unfortunately its a little hard to talk someone down when theyre Actively Trying To Kill You, and also when theyve completely resigned themself to this sort of Only One Of Us Can Survive ultimatum.
which is to say luci keeps collecting death flags and well. oops <333 which kind of ends with magpie being literally the only person who knows that luci was ever anything other than that Antagonistic Presence she insisted on being (because she would rather have committed fully to that than to ever reveal that maybe, just a little, she was terrified of what would happen otherwise..)
but most importantly, luci ends up being Another Person that magpie couldn't help. its not like he couldve DONE anything, she would've refused anything and everything regardless, its just. man. god. ugh. thatā¦ that sucked. its not like he has a horrible track record of repeatedly failing to save people or anythingā¦ lol lmaoā¦ā¦ā¦
so hey, the watch, right?
its something he got from one of his little jobs. last one he ever took, actually. he'd never say it was really a Moral way to make it day to day, but like, what Was, right? nothing was Really moral, everyone just kinda did what they had to; so like, no need to worry about it right? no time for all that. but then you pay a little too much attention, slip up a little, get to know someone a little too much; learn they're pretty much exactly like you are. someone with wants and hopes, little preferences and stories they get excited to share.
and then you get the guy killed. part of the plan from the start, of course, but like... he was Right There. its different when you have to look em in the eyes when you do it, yknow?
magpie's key running emotion is Guilt. he spent so long trying to avoid facing the reality of who he was and what he was doing, but unfortunately it catches up to him Big Time. he's just deceptively good at acting as though that isn't the case. no time to slow down, after all. he couldnt Afford to do anything else. honestly? his entire stunt with lcorp wasnt even something he Thought about too hard. it was stupid and impulsive and he knows it, but now he's Here, and he Has to do something. it has to be something, he can't just let it go. can't just let them go. (some part of him hopes that at the very least when it Does all backfire on him, at least it'd help somebody in the process...)
the watch is a reminder. something kind of absentmindedly tossed at him by the guy who put him on the job as a little something extra, (or in other words, something they didnt bother to want to deal with.) and then it turns out, it was just some petty fuckoff disagreement between them that started th whole thing! but its cool because he gives you the dead guy's watch "to sell for at least a little extra, as a tip." right. of course. yeah, that's... yeah, thanks. great!
he cleaned it and fixed it up and he keeps it as a memento. a little "hey dont fuck up again ok buddy?" a little "you could literally die at any time so like just remember that ok buddy?" ... an "at least let me honor this somehow before karma comes back and inevitably kicks my ass." equal parts reminder and weight to bear. sentimental piece and confession of guilt.
luci's ordeal with backwards clock is a mostly out-of-narrative subject-- assigning her abnos to thematically tie with for funsies. the clock is, wouldnt you guess it, linked with her experience with regret. its... very, very complicated to explain, especially because of the fact that 1) shes already so goddamn hard to decipher and 2) she is Also fully incapable of processing it for what it is.
which... kind of brings me to the whole Thing. magpie is plainly, fully aware that trusting luci in the way that he is is by all means a horrible, horrible idea. she's made it abundantly, repeatedly clear she will simply do whatever benefits her most at any given point. but all magpie can really see is someone struggling just a few paces behind him, exactly somewhere he has been, something he remembers incredibly clearly. as stupid as it may be, he wants to help her. he wants her to be able to find herself, confront what she refuses to acknowledge, give her a fighting chance.
he cant stand the idea of letting someone slip through his fingers like that. it's... its complicated, but its something he wants to stand by. luci just doesnt get it. she still holds a grudge towards him after everything, an odd caution knowing that he just. knows things about her. has seen her for what she is, further than she can bear to acknowledge herself, as bad of a job as she's doing hiding it. luci will continue to refuse any opening he gives to her, but he will continue to offer the option, time and time again.
. anyway heres some images.
#I HOPE THIS IS COHERENT theyre very difficult for me to speak about concretely for a variety of reasons#piktalk#pikocs#luci's thing with emotion is Weird because she will fully deflect anything by claiming shed meant to do something the entire time.#changing herself to become something else; hiding her actual intent by making it seem worse or better than what it actually is.#you just wont know because she intrinsically defends herself by theatricizing in a hyperbolic way.#there is one; maybe Two things she could not do that with to herself; and it sticks in her like a thorn.#cant rationalize herself out of being wrong; messing up; Having Actual Stake in something and Failing. she hates it. deeply.#so she pretends it never happened. (she cannot; in fact; do this.)#at the end of everything; luci is Very Very Bad At This. and magpie is the only person who sees it for what it is.#someone trying hard to feel in control no matter the cost. she cant lie to him because she let her guard down against him so early-#-thinking he wasnt listening. but also before she had those facades up to redirect perception of her.#he Knows her. uncomfortably so; for her. honestly; shes just curious and confused and trying to make out what Anything is.#and now she cant hide that from somebody. AND they refuse to antagonize her about it. somehow this is worse. awful. awful.#i hesitate to define it as such but its as close as anything can get. nervous man and his awful awful daughter he picked up somewhere.#anyway. time to stop looking at this for a while KSJBGJHDg#hopefully this is coherent. unfortunately bc They dont know what theyre doing I ALSO dont know what theyre doing; so;
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Honestly though Maxwell is incredibly desensitized to death as a concept or in practice. If he bad to kill someone, sure, maybe he'd feel bad about it know it'd cause more problems than solve but, he would genuinely get over it pretty quickly. There's no time for guilt over murder when the mere difference between life or death is a quick revival, even less so if he provides the necessary items required for resurrection. Game logic, death is an inconvenience at worst.
#OOC.#[ cant sleep so thinking thoughts bc of all the murder talk recently#[ its like. He doesnt Want to. Its a waste in everything#[ but push comes to shove Sure take a few minutes out of his day to kill someone everyone's used to murder and death#[ the only situations that would call for his increased disgust is if commanded to attack the kids#[ but even then he'd Feel Bad and Guilty but it wouldnāt. Really be something he worries about#[ too used to death and too used to killing he was king after all#[ he'd seen most of the survivors at their lowest and was cause of it#[ guilt and regret and all those pesky feelings will never leave him alone so why bother letting them distract him (they do#and they wont stop but one can pretend cant he?)#[ anyway rambling apologies i am. So sleep deprived
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TT AU PART 13
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"I cant do this."
He rolls his eyes. "Not with that attitude." He runs a hand through his hair before nodding at you to follow him. You both enter the dance studio that his grandfather built for his wife inside the house because he loved her and well, he had the money.
"Silas, no one can learn ballet in a month." You state again and he lets out an exhale while Cadbury is bringing in about a dozen of ballet flats. "Even if your grandmother were to try and teach me, I still wont be good enough to perform in front of the queen-"
"Your voice is shrill and piercing and thoroughly unpleasant."
You blink at him before scowling. "A simple "shut up" would suffice, you know."
Silas glances at you. "What is this really about? Are you pretending to have low self esteem so I could offer you sympathy?"
"Excuse me?" Your tone sharpened. "Not that I like to remind anyone of the favours I do, but maybe you have forgotten that I literally saved your social image and status from being tarnished yesterday? Or did you forget about our Nikkah?"
Silas suddenly leaned down, bringing his face close to yours. You backed away, and he tilted his head slightly. "And I'm eternally grateful for that, missus, but the Nikkah saved your image too. Must I remind you that I converted to Islam too?"
"Because it benefitted you, not me." You spat out, only to inhale sharply as he gripped your chin firmly.
"As is the stipend I've been paying you, yet you fail to write a single article on the murders."
He pouted, feigning hurt. "Besides, are you saying I am not a real Muslim? That I have malicious intentions? Doesnt that go against your teachings- what is it? Not to judge someone?"
"I dont need to judge when its all so apparent-"
"Ah, good to see the love birds again!" Sarah's voice made you two pull away from each other. She clasped her hands as she made her way towards you two.
"Nana." Silas greeted her and kissed her cheeks. "Thank God you're here. My sweetheart is so concerned over this performance, even though I've assured her many times that she will be learning from the best. There's just no way she would mess this up!"
Sarah laughed heartily. "Stop buttering me up! And she is right to be concerned. Anyone would be nervous to perform in front of an audience, especially the queen!"
Silas wrapped one arm each around your and Sarah's shoulders, pulling you two close to him. "I only see a queen and a princess here. There's no need to be nervous. Just have fun!"
Just have fun? What kind of bullshit motivation is that-
Sarah smiled and nodded. "He's right, Y/n. As long as you're having fun, you're going to be just fine darling!"
-
Colin never thought he'd have to resort to day drinking.
And yet here he is, adding whatever he could grab his hands on and fill the flask with and mixing it in his coffee.
I need this. He reasoned with himself. Its not that much, just small doses to keep me sane when Y/n comes.
And then you do, in your Sherlock Holmes disguise, cheerfully greeting him before going to Will's office to work on the murder story.
He takes another sip of his coffee as he tries to process... well, everything.
Why was I attracted to you? Why am I still attracted to you even though I acted as a witness to your wedding with that rich bastard-
Another sip. He scowled before adding some more liquour, then he sipped it. Better.
Whats the best way to get over a crush? Crush? Is that what you were? An infatuation, a passing by fancy? So, how do I get over-
Wait. He set his mug down. You know that he and the boys all know that your marriage to Silas is a sham. You never really hid the fact but now they had all witnessed that it was just a rushed, possibly contractual marriage that Silas wants to save his ass.
So the marriage is bound to end. He doesnt have to get over you. No, not really. If anything, I should be spending more time with you. Yes. Yes! This way, when you and Silas end things, Colin will be right there to comfort you and support you! He needs to be the first man there after you dump Silas, lest anyone else gets ideas and wants to marry you as well.
Colin got up and managed to make his way to his boss's office without bumping into anyone. He's going to ask to work on the murder story and then you two will spend time-
"No. Keep working on the asylum story. We have enough people on the murder case." His boss dismissed him.
Colin slumped in his desk as he looked at the coffee mug. Eh, what the hell? He took another sip and another solution popped in his head.
If he cant help you with the murder story, then perhaps you can help him with the asylum story!
-
Silas handed you the invite.
"How did you get it so fast?" You asked, examining the small paper with elegant writing. It was the invite to the Gentleman's club, the one Henry owns. You'd asked Silas to get you an invite to what was an exclusive, members only club (when you tried entering the club, the men at the front laughed you out.)
Silas looked at you unamused, with his arms crossed over his chest. "Must I remind you who I am?"
A pompous ass?
"Of course not, my duke." You said mockingly, before raising a brow at him. "I suppose it would make sense for you to get easy access to shady places like this. You might be their popular customer."
"Oh darling, I'm popular everywhere." Silas shot back before dismissing you with his hand. "You can go now."
"What? You arent going to ask me why I'm going there?" You asked him. "Maybe you dont care that I am going there, but arent you worried about Mrs Fitzgerald or Duchess Y/n being in a place like that?"
Silas shrugged nonchalantly. "No." He leaned back in his chair. "I trust you not to screw up or entangle yourself in scandals. But even if you do end up in trouble, I will stand by you."
"You will?" You couldnāt hide the disbelief in your tone.
He nodded. "Of course. Look, I know we are in this... unconventional relationship and it appears that I couldnt care less about your existence, but you still carry my surname next to yours. And I wont allow anyone to disrespect what or who is associated with me. So, rest assured-" He leans forward, resting his arms on the mahogany desk and clasped his hands. "you have my support in all your endeavours, Mrs Silas."
A small smile formed on your lips. Maybe he's not so bad.
"Thank you, Silas- oh, can you drop me off there?" You knew he was going to leave in the carriage soon.
"No, I dont want my beautiful, pure bred stallions to go through those dirty streets. You can walk."
Jerk.
You stomped out of his study, not noticing the butler going in after you with the dessert you'd made for yourself last night.
"And what's this?" Silas asked him as he took a bite of the decadent, gooey chocolatey dessert.
"Uh, the duchess called it "brown-ies", but I've never heard of it before." Cadburry watched Silas ate it and sighed dreamily. "Do you like it, sir?"
"No." Silas pushed the empty plate towards him. "But I'd rather not have grandmother eat her cooking and say something. Bring me the leftovers."
"Y/n- oh, are you going somewhere?" Sarah asked just as you were about to leave.
"Yes, um- I'm going to meet my friends." Its not like you could tell her that you worked in the paper disguised as a man.
"Male friends?" She asked.
"Yes. My old flatmates." You watched her smile falter. "What?"
"Nothing, dearie. Enjoy your time with them! I hope you'll join us for dinner." You nodded and left while Sarah looked for her grandson.
"Where's Silas? I must speak to him this instant." She asked the maid, who informed her that the duke had went to play tennis just moments ago.
"Tennis?"
The maid nodded. "Yes. With his uncles."
Sarah was a little surprised to hear that. Not the tennis part, no. Silas is extremely well at any sport he plays, but she knows her sons arent ones who are good at athletics, let alone at a sport as strenuous as tennis.
An idea popped in her head.
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You stood outside the Gentleman's club, watching people go in. Smoothing your hands over your black velvet dress, you made your way to the door.
After handing them your invitation, they let you inside and you saw a waiter handing everyone masquerade masks from a silver tray. Perhaps it was the theme for the club tonight, or maybe the club just gave masks to everyone to conceal their identities.
You were given a black and gold mask that covered the upper half of your face. As you adjusted the mask over your face, you heard a familiar voice.
"I need to see her. Now." You looked over your shoulder and saw Benjamin harshly whisper to one of the waiters. "She told me to come and I'm late as it is. Dont make her wait any longer!" You turned your head away as the waiter lead Benjamin into the club, all while Benjamin yanked a mask off the tray and pulled it over his head.
What is Benny doing here?
You quickly followed him inside, lest you lost sight of him, which you did as soon as you stepped into the main hall and were immediately stunned to your place at the sight.
Loud jazz music played by a band live, smell of smoke and alcohol filled the air and people. There were so many people, despite the club being "exclusive". And as your eyes scanned them, trying to spot familiar faces, your heart dropped at the realisation of what they were doing.
This was... an adult club. That kind of adult club, the one where there are absolutely no limitations on who is doing what with whom, all drunk on pleasure and drugs of course, no inhibitions. You spotted men with men, women with men, and more than one person pleasing another man.
Thats why this is an exclusive club, why they gave everyone masks. Because if word got out that a someone was here doing.... something that was generally a taboo and even punishable by both God and the law, well it would put them in huge trouble. People came here to let loose, to give in to their darkest desires.
What the hell is Benny doing here?
Averting your eyes, you looked for Benjamin and spotted him from afar, going into a room.
Oh God, please dont let it be a- please dont let sweet Benny be a depraved creep.
You waited for him to come out and after about 20 minutes, the door finally opened.
Benny walked out first, adjusting his mask again and then leaving. You're about to follow him, perhaps even confront him for being here when someone else walks out of the room as well.
A tall woman wearing a bright red, backless dress and a golden mask concealing her identity. But what really stood out were two things- first, her fiery red-orange hair that was styled into voluminous Hollywood waves. And second was her figure, her athletic built, or more specifically her broad shoulders and muscled arms.
Everything about this woman screamed important. And if it werent for her looks that demanded attention, then it was certainly her aura. People parted the way when she walked past them, all looking at her as if she was their saviour, an angel or divinity among men, which is ironic considering where you were.
You jumped as you felt an arm snake around your waist.
"What the hell?!" You looked at the culprit, who turned out to be a blonde woman drunk off her head.
"Oh dont be like that! Come on, love, let me show you a good time-" She tried to touch you again but you backed away before she could.
"No, thank you." You dismissed her, going back to looking at the red head.
"Prude." The blonde muttered before following your gaze. "Oh so thats what you're into? Well, put me in a red wig and we can play like that!"
"No, thanks." You huffed, eyes still trained on the woman in red.
The blonde scoffed, crossing her arms over her chest. "Well, its not like you'd be able to sleep with the club owner."
"She's the club owner? I thought Mr Blackwood owned this place."
"He does, but Lady Scarlett there runs this place, from entertainment to management. She does it all!"
Lady Scarlett? Fitting name.
Pushing away the blonde one more time, you looked for Lady Scarlett, except you lost sight of her now. You scanned the entire ballroom, but she was nowhere in sight.
"Shit." You mumbled, turning around only to stumble back as you came face-to-face with her, or well... face-to-chest. She towered over you.
Her bright red lips smiled knowingly at you. "Looking for me?" She asked in a sultry voice, stalking towards you until you were backed up against the wall.
"N-no-" You yelped as she suddenly grabbed both of your wrists in one hand and pinned them above your head.
You stared at her wide eyed as she leaned down, hovering inches away from your face and thats when it hit you-
Lady Scarlett is a man.
Of course! The muscled arms, the manly built, and now on close inspection, you saw the clean shave under the makeup too.
"Y-you're a man." You stated in disbelief, hoping to catch her or him, off guard. What even is he? A drag queen? A trans? You dont know if they existed in victorian era.
Scarlett tilted her head. "So? Are you the only one who is allowed to cross dress as the other gender?"
What? No, no way she knows-
She leaned in closer, whispering in your ear. "Did I catch you off guard, Mr Holmes?"
She knows!
"How- how did you-"
She smirked. "I know everyone that is associated with Mr Blackwood." She brought a hand up to your face, and you noticed a golden ring on her ring finger. She cupped your face. "And I know for a fact Henry wouldnt like his latest infatuation snooping around in a place like this. So..." She leaned into you again, staring into your eyes. "Leave."
You didnt have to be told twice. Lady Scarlett, that cross dresser creeped you out, even more so when she already knew you.
Stumbling out of the club, you removed your mask, dropping it to the ground. The fresh night air filled your lungs and cleared out the smokey air from the club. It was quiet outside, considering it was way past midnight and everyone was home now.
And I have to walk all the way home. You huffed, rubbing your arms. Because my husband would rather I get hypothermia than let his precious ponies walk through these streets.
You turn around, walking away from the club to see if there was a carriage available at this time, when you hear a shrill scream from the alleyway you're walking past.
And there it is- a woman lying in a puddle of her own blood as huge, dark figure slashed her face over and over again. The moonlight hit the woman's face- a blonde woman-
-the blonde from the club.
Frozen in your place, the figure stood up and looked at you, not at all looking startled at being caught mutiliating someone. It was definitely a man, huge stature, and he stared at you, the dark night concealing his identity. He slowly bent down to pick something up, a top hat, dusting it off before placing it on his head.
And then he tipped his hat at you.
What the fuck? What the fuck? What the fuck-
It wasnt until he took a step towards you that you finally broke out of your trance and ran. You ran and ran, not even risking a look back, not realising where you were running off to until you burst through their door, out of breath and paler than white paint.
"Y/n?" Colin rushed towards you, the Shepherd and Liam rushing into the living room as Colin helped you inside. "What happened? What's wrong?" He feared, as did all the boys, that Silas had done something to you.
"I- I- I-" You shake your head, the image of the dark figure running through your mind, the hat, the long cloak, the knife- it finally pieced together.
"I think I saw Jack the Ripper."
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You sat at the police station with Colin. After explaining everything, he'd convinced you to report the murder.
The detective lead you inside the interrogation room, motioning for you to sit down as you began giving your statement.
"And who did you think the murderer was?"
"Jack the Ripper." Your answer made him roll his eyes. "And who might that be, miss?"
"I dont know." The investigator shook his head exasperated. "Of course you dont." He muttered, then sighed.
"So, what were you doing at this club?"
"Me?" You didnt pause for long. "I was invited there. My- my husband wanted me to attend on his behalf."
"Your husband-" he paused, reading your surname on the paper. "Fitzgerald? Wait, you're Mrs Silas Fitzgerald?" You nodded, making him sigh. "Guess it makes sense for you to be there..."
Whats that supposed to mean?
"Did you see anyone familiar there?"
"No." You answered curtly, before adding another detail. "Everyone was wearing masks. Couldnt recognise anyone even if I wanted to."
What? I'm not gonna rat out Benjamin and make him the prime suspect without gathering all the facts before.
It's definitely not because I have a soft spot for him since he reminds me of Qasim so much. Nope.
The door suddenly swung open and in walked what you assumed was the detectives superior since the man got up.
"Is this the witness for club murder?" The higher up asked him.
"Yes sir, she was just giving her statement-"
"No need. Dismiss the witness and the case. It's been handled." He told the detective who only nodded.
"Handled by who? You can't just dismiss the case!" You exclaimed getting up. But before he could reply, someone walked in from behind him.
"You can go now, Smith. I'll see Miss Y/n gets home safely." Henry patted the higher ups shoulder who left with the detective.
"What are you doing, Henry?" You crossed your arms.
"I could ask you the same." He leaned against the doorway, crossing his arms as well.
"I'm reporting a murder that happened outside your club! I saw him-"
"Saw who? Jack the Ripper?" He scoffed. "You think you saw him, but all you really saw was a dark shadow."
You shake your head. "I did see him-!"
"And how do you know that he's Jack the Ripper?" He pushed himself off the door frame, walking closer to you. "How do you know that he's the Ripper when no one knows who the man is?!"
You pursed your lips. You could argue that the victim profile and post mortem show a matching pattern but you doubt Henry is going to listen to reason.
"Even so, you should still let me give my statement. Why are you adamant on me not giving one? A woman was murdered for God's sake!" You try to walk past him, but he grabs your arm and yanks you back, making your chest collide with his.
"She was my employee. She worked for the club. And you-" his face hardened. "-you are insulting her death by making it a public frenzy. By stating that some sick nobody, someone who was nicknamed by the papers just to strike fear in people's hearts, killed her. I will not let you use her death so that your paper could make a quick buck! Jack the Ripper is a nobody!"
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"Why do you think Blackwood's trying to cover up the murder?" Colin asked you as you two made your way towards your next destination.
"I dont know." You huffed. "Maybe he knows who the murderer is? Maybe he's protecting his business? Surely, if people were to hear that a serial killer made an appearance near his club, he'd lose clients."
"Or maybe he's the killer." You stopped and looked at him. Colin looked at you knowingly. "It would make sense for him to be Jack the Ripper, or at least the man who murdered that woman. It is very suspicious of him to probably bribing the coppers to drop the case."
You shake your head. "Its too obvious."
He rolled his eyes. "What? So Henry cant be the murderer because its ātoo obvious?ā People make mistakes-"
"Not Henry." You cut him off. "He's too smart, calculating. There's got to be another reason for him to be sweeping this all under the carpet."
Colin shakes his head in disbelief, shoving his hands in his pockets as he looked ahead. "We're here."
You followed his gaze and saw the building. The sign on the gate read-
"Aveline's Asylum"
"Really? Right now?" You asked Colin, who just smiled cheekily.
"It'll take your mind off things. Just take a break and help me on this assignment and we can go back to speculating what Blackwood's motives are." He raised his brows. "Plus, I think you'll enjoy this one."
You followed him inside the asylum, walking through the lush green gardens and seeing the pristine white building ahead, you wondered how this would help Colin's "exposing horrendous hospital environments and patient care" article when all of this reall just screamed "rehab for the rich".
"Shouldnt we go to an asylum that is in much worse conditions than this? Possibly next to a workhouse?" You asked him, but Colin just smiled. "Why did you choose this place, Colin?ā
"You'll see." He says before whispering to you. "Remember your script. And... action!ā
While pretending to be insane (which was easy because all you had to say was that you donāt think being a mom or stay-at-home wife is your lifeās purpose), you saw a familiar figure there. And he saw you too.
āY/n? Colin?ā Benjamin looked surprised. āWhat are you two doing here?ā
āWorking on an article.ā Colin replied, glancing at the way youād gotten quiet, staring at Benjamin.
āOh. Right, the horrible healthcare environment. But why this place? Its practically one of the finest asylums, housing mostly the wealthy of London.ā
Colin nodded. āI know! But I have a hunch about this place-ā
āWhat are you doing here?ā You cut him off.
āMe? Oh, Iām here to give haircuts.ā Ben chuckled nervously. āIts not a noble cause, but the wealthy unwell patients do pay a lot.ā
āMmhm, whereās your hair kit?ā You remember distinctly that Ben was very particular about using his own scissors, so he often carried his own.
Ben looked caught off-guard by your question, but he quickly recovered. āThe nurses provided me with their own. Cant carry scissors around an asylum now, can I?ā
How convenient.
Colin continued to make small talk with Ben, while you studied him. Even if you didnāt tell anyone that you saw Ben at the club the night of the murder, doesnāt mean that you didnāt suspect him. For all you know, appearances can be deceiving and this sweet man may just be the infamous Jack the Ripper.
Blonde haired, the kindest eyes, the sweetest smile, a golden retriever in human form- could Benjamin really have killed all those women so brutally? Then again, Ted Bundy was also known for his good looks and superficial charm.
Am I really comparing Benny to Ted Bundy? God, I hope Iām wrong.
āI should go now. See you at home?ā Ben asked you, hopeful.
āMaybe.ā You shrugged, Benās smile faltering at your answer. He then raised his hand to shake Colinās and thats when you noticed a distinctly familiar golden ring on his hand.
The same one youād seen on Lady Scarlettās hand.
And just like that, everything fell into place.
-
By the time youād reached home, youād pieced out the story. Ben being at the exclusive club and being discrete about it, seen in a room with Lady Scarlett, both wearing the same rings-
Heās in a relationship with her. Or him.
Thats why Ben was at that club! Homosexuality or anything else that isnāt heterosexuality was simply not accepted in Victorian England, and was possibly punishable by law! Just look at Oscar Wilde! Ben is dating Scarlett, keeping it discrete, he never committed any murders because heās not Jack the Ripper. Heās just not straight!
Oh, Iām so glad youāre not the Ripper, Benny. I knew you werenāt capable of committing such heinous crimes.
As for why he was at the asylum, maybe heās telling the truth. He did come to give the rich patients a haircut because he needs the money to maintain Scarlettās lifestyle or maybe be rich enough to whisk her/him away from the club.
Benny is such a gentleman.
Now that Benny is no longer a suspect, that leaves Henry to be the main suspect. Maybe heās not the one killed the woman, maybe he hired someone? Or maybe Henryās not the killer either, its just too- obvious.
āWhy do you think Henry stopped me from reporting the murder?ā You asked Silas as you whisked the eggs before adding them to the pan. Silas had entered the kitchen the moment he heard you were cooking, though he did shoot you a weird look for making scrambled eggs at 11 pm. With you running around London all day, you hadnāt found time to eat until now, and you were just looking for a quick meal really.
āHe probably doesnāt want you scaring off his customers. If word gets out that a murderer, or as you claim- āThe Ripperā was seen near the club, then people wont be frequenting the place. Or perhaps heās protecting the murderer?ā Silas suggests, swallowing as the smell of butter wafts through the kitchen.
You add cubes of cold butter in, then look at him. āWhat? You donāt believe that I saw the Ripper?ā
āI believe that if you really saw the Ripper, then you wouldnāt still be alive. He had the time and the opportunity to get rid of you.Why else would the notorious killer would let a witness get away?ā Silas crosses his arms over his chest, leaning against the kitchen counter near the stove.
āMaybe because he targets prostitutes? All of his previous victims match that profile.ā
āLike he could tell a difference-ā
āAre you saying I look like a prostitute?ā You dished out the eggs. āNo, youāre saying that. Iām saying that the man you saw kill that woman was just an amateur who was caught offguard by you, otherwise he wouldāve attacked you too.ā Silas states before grabbing the plate of buttery scrambled eggs on toast from your hands.
āHey! Thats mine-ā āMy kitchen, my eggs.ā He smirked before walking off. āYou can make yourself more, I need to feed my dogs first.ā
You glared at him until he left the kitchen, not knowing whether he really was going to feed it to the dogs or it was just a lie disguised as an insult so that he could eat it himself.
It was the latter. Always.
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The next day, after youād taken another ballet lesson from Sarah, you were about to go out to investigate the club again but Sarah had other plans for you.
āY/n, I need you to stay at home today.ā
āOh, is everything alright?ā You ask. She never made you stay home before. āAre we having company?ā
āNo. I think that you should play some sports to keep yourself fit. As a ballerina, it is important to keep both the mind and the body sound, and what better way to achieve that than by playing in the sun!ā She lead you outside towards the tennis court, hidden by the huge bushes for privacy from outsiders.
āTennis?ā You ask her, and she confirms it. āYes. Do you know how to play?ā
Do I know how to- if I wasnāt so obsessed with history and sciences (and my mom scared that me wearing a skirt would attract predators), I had plans on playing professionally. Qasim and I used to play tennis at the club heād won a membership in. We were both very competitive but he was just always a little better than me. He always knew my moves, he read me like an open book.
I was second only to Qasim though. Everyone else? They ate dust.
āYes, I do.ā You smiled at her. āWho am I playing with?ā
āMe.ā Silas spoke from behind you, dressed in all-white tennis wear. He looked at Sarah unamused. āNana, I thought you said you had a worthy opponent for me.ā
You shot him a glare, but Sarah came to your defense. āNow, now. You donāt know how capable your wife is. And Iām willing to bet that sheād make you run out of breath, Silas.ā
You smiled cheekily as Silas scoffed. āWeāll see.ā Sarah places a hand on your back. āWhy donāt you go get changed, dear? I had the maids prepare an outfit for you.ā When you left, Sarah looked at Silas. āNow Silas, I know you play exceptionally well but you must remember that this match is more of a way to spend time with your wife. Not a way to show off. So, be a gentleman, hm?ā
You huffed as you returned to the tennis court. What the hell is this? Silas gets to wear a shirt and pants and I have to wear a full length dress with a corset and a hat?!
Mom would probably have let me gone pro if this was the official tennis wear for women.
Sarah sat on the side lines and watched you two play. Silas let you serve first and after a couple of back-and-forth, you won the first point. And then the next. And the next.
āAh, youāre doing fantastic, Y/n!ā Sarah cheered before standing up when the butler informed her that a guest has come to see her. āIāll be back! You two keep playing!ā
As Sarah left, you couldnāt help but tease Silas. What? He still makes you sleep on the floor! āSo, how does it feel to lose to a girl?ā
āI wouldnāt know.ā And with that, Silas threw the ball in the air and served.
The ball shot past your head, just centimetres away from hitting you.
āWhat the hell? I wasnāt ready-ā
āLame excuses dont work on me.ā He pulled out another ball and bounced it. āAre you ready now, duchess?ā
You scowled at him before getting in position. āIām ready, jerk.ā
You lost two of the three matches. The first match you almost won was because Sarah was there and Silas was going easy on you, but when Sarah left, Silas regained all those points by serving topspin and slice serves. By the second match, you were finally able to return his fast serves, but now Silas used his speed and your lack of because of your heavy dress and made you run around all over the court trying to return his fast shots. By the third match, you were all out of breath but not out of determination. So, Silas decided that now would be the time to use your body as target practise and he hit the ball over your legs and arms, only stopping when one shot hit you in the head and made you fall on the ground.
āAre you okay?ā He asked, barely suppressing the glee in his voice. He held out a hand to help you up, but you swatted it away and got up on your own.
āFinish the game.ā You growled and he raised his hands in surrender before returning to his side of the court. For the rest of the third match, he missed all the shots you served and let you win. And he did it so openly, not even being courteous enough to hide his intentions.
Sarah watched you return inside the house, looking all sweaty and angry as you stomped unto your room. Silas trailed in behind, a satisfied grin on his face and Sarah shook her head at him disappointedly. āWhat did you do, Silas?ā
āNothing. I even let her win the last round, but sheās still angry.ā Sarah looked at him admonishingly, making him sigh. āFine, fine. Iāll go talk to her. The things I do for you, Nana.ā
āThe things you do for love, Silas.ā She corrected him.
Sure. Silas rolled his eyes mentally. I āloveā Y/n.
Silas entered the bedroom and saw you had showered and changed into new clothes. āGoing somewhere? Perhaps to get some handkerchiefs to wipe all the sweat and tears?ā He watched you glare at him through the mirror and he chuckled, raising his hands in mock surrender. āAlright, Iām sorry. Iām just teasing. But seriously, where are you going? I could give you a ride.ā
āIām going to an asylum with Colin.ā You huff, packing some things in your small purse. Silas nodded. āGood idea to get yourself finally checked-ā He dodged the hairbrush you threw at his head, chuckling. āNow now, duchess. It isnāt exactly speaking much for your mental health for you to be chucking things at your dear husband.ā
Ignoring his antics, you slipped on your shoes, walking out of the room. He trailed behind you. āDont be mad. Iām just playing around. Come on, Iāll drop you off at Saint Peters asylum. Its on my way to work.ā
āIām not going to Saint Peters. Iām going to Avelineās.ā You stated, ready to walk off but he grabbed your arm.
āWhat?ā You looked at his shocked face. āWhat?ā You repeated his question. Why did he suddenly look so pale.
āWhere are you going?ā He asked, his grip tightening when you tried to move. āWhich asylum?ā
āAvelineās.ā You frowned, grabbing his hand and removing it from your arm. Silas expression paled further.
āWhy?ā
You shrugged. āColin wants to do an article on horrible asylum conditions and treatment of patients-ā
āDont.ā Silas ordered more than he suggested. āThat place- donāt go there.ā
āAnd why not?ā You looked at him skeptically. āColin wants to do a piece on the place-ā
āPick another asylum. I can get you access to any other.ā Silas ignored your question, averting his eyes. āYou will not go there, and you will not write a piece on that asylum.ā
You grabbed his arm to make him look at you. āWhat are you hiding, Silas?ā
Silas stared at you before yanking his arm out of your grasp. āI donāt have to explain myself to you. Just- do as I say.ā He raised finger, wagging it at your warningly. āIām telling you- you will not go there again, Y/n. And if I find out that you or Colin or anyone else tried to write about that place, I will shut down that paper and make sure none of them find a job ever.ā
You watched Silas leave you there standing dumbfounded.
Did he really just threaten me?
This bitch.
-
Silas watched you leave from the window. He knows you wont listen to him, knows that its inevitable to try to stop you from going to Aveline, so he already sent someone to bribe the staff to not let you on the asylum premises. Heās not worried about who youāre meeting or where youāre going, just as long as its not Aveline.
No. He closed his eyes, painful memories flashing through his mind. You cant know. You cant know.
He sat down on his chair, trying to think of ways to divert your attention from the asylum. Youāre as stubborn as a mule, you wont listen to him. So he has to create distractions for you.
Jack the Ripper!
Of course, the murder case!
āCadburry!ā He called his butler. āArrange me an invite for the Gentlemanās club. Now.ā
You were sitting in the boys apartment, Benjamin playing with your hair out of habit, braiding it, unbraiding it, then braiding it again. Colin sat confused. āWhy cant we go to the asylum today?ā
āIām not in the mood to see depressing white halls today. Besides, I have an errand to run.ā You lean your head further back for Benny.
āAnd what that might be?ā Colin was intrigued.
āGirly errand. You wont understand.ā You dismiss him. āBut weāll go to Avelineās again, thats for sure.ā You felt Benny tug your hair at that statement.
āOw! Benny!ā You glare at him. Ben shakes out of his daze, apologising profusely. āSorry, sorry! I was just lost in my thoughts.ā
A coy smile formed on your lips. Lost in thought? Oh, I know exactly what kind of thoughts youāre having, Benny.
Colin stood up with a sigh. āAlright then. Iāll go to office and start writing down a draft.ā You nodded as he left you alone with Ben.
Once you heard the door click, you immediately turned around. āHey, Benny.ā
He gave you a gentle smile. āHey, Y/n.ā
āSoā¦ā you wiggled your brows at him. āWhatās going on with you?ā
āHmmā¦ nothing much really. I got a new customer who wanted a toupee. Apparently word got around that Iām a very skilled barber, no matter how much hair one has or lack of, I can make it work!ā
āYes, thats lovely Benny, but-ā you cleared your throat. āI meant, whats going on with you, personally. You look happier, livelier these days.ā
He shrugged, offering you another sweet smile. āI guess thatās just the effect you have on people around you.ā
Ugh! Stop being so charming, Benny!
āThanks, Benny. Butā¦ I donāt know, I feel like thereās something different about you.ā You tried another approach. āYou know you can tell me anything, right? I wont ever judge you or anything.ā
Though he was smiling, you saw something flicker in his eyes. Doubt? Fear?
āWhat do you mean, Y/n?ā He asked, his voice stable as usual.
Your eyes studied him.
āDid you meet someone new?ā
There it is! That flicker in his eyes. His face didnāt let anything away but his eyes, you saw it.
āYes.ā Finally, weāre getting somewhere. āI met you.ā
Stupid Benny. Annoying Benny.
Sighing, you realise that maybe heās just not ready to come out yet. And that I shouldnāt take it personally because I am close with him and he could tell me anything, just like Qasim would. It would be unfair to force Ben to tell you about Lady Scarlett before heās ready.
āThanks, Benny.ā You said, hiding your disappointment. āI have to go now. Have to goā¦ run that errand.ā
āOh, need me to come?ā He got up with you. You shake your head. āNo, Iāll manage on my own.ā
Why would I tell you when you wont tell me about your love?
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You were now standing outside the club again. You had initially returned to the back alley to investigate the crime scene again but it had been scrubbed clean and Henry had somehow managed to get a permit to start construction to expand the club further.
He was erasing the crime scene. Henry was trying to hide something.
Speak of the devil, you saw Henry exit the club and get in his carriage. Once you were sure heād left, you made your way towards the club entrance, still having the invite from last time, only for the guards to stop you.
āIām sorry but Mr Blackwood has forbidden you from entering the club, Miss Y/n.ā One guard said, holding a hand up to halt you.
āMrs Fitzgerald.ā You corrected him, hoping to use the name to get by. āI am the duchess of Westminster!ā
āForgives us, Miss Y/n, but Mr Blackwood specifically instructed us to not let you in and he also instructed us not to address you by anything but Miss Y/n or- umā¦ā The other guard trailed off, making you narrow your eyes at him.
āOr?ā You sneered at him to continue.
āOrā¦ future-Mrs Blackwood.ā He mumbled but you heard him loud and clear.
Iām going to kill him.
āListen here and listen clear!ā Your voice took a threatening tone, though youāre sure it would look comical to an outsider seeing a woman of your stature trying to intimidate men who were towering over you with their buff physiques.
āI am going to only be addressed as MRS FITZGERALD and you will let me in this club right now or I will have my husband, the duke of Westminster, shut this place down before your twat boss would dare to associate his name with me again!ā You yelled with your nostrils flared. āNow, you will march in and inform Lady Scarlett that Iām here to see her. And if she says no, tell her I know about the rings!ā
The guards shared a look, probably trying to communicate telepathically whether to let you in or not.
Fortunately for you, your huffing and puffing seemed to work and one of them walked in before returning moments later.
āPlease wait for a short while Lady Scarlett entertains some guests.ā
After about 20 long minutes, during which you were sure Henry would turn up and have you carried off the premises, the guards finally lead you inside.
āThis way, future Mrs Blackwood.ā You shot him a glare but didnāt say anything since you were inside the club anyways. They lead you up the stairs towards the room that you had seen Ben go into the last time you were here.
The door opened and you saw a large bed on one side, silk sheets and plush cushions adorning it, and a huge vanity in the other corner, full of makeup and expensive jewels, all arranged in an orderly manner. Then there was a table next to the vanity on which sat a variety of beautiful red haired wigs.
āTheyāre made from real hair.ā A voice said from behind you. You turned to see Lady Scarlett, wearing a maroon robe and a black mask covering her identity. Her trademark red hair, still styled as beautifully as the first time you saw it and that bright red lipstick on her lips. āBenjamin was sweet enough to get them for me.ā
She walked past you and sat down on a couch next to the window that opened to the balcony outside, and then she lit up a cigarette, holding it in a vintage cigarette holder.
Not that I would ever condone a nasty habit such as smoking, but she looked absolutely badass in that moment.
āWhat do you want, Mrs Blackwood?ā Scarlett let out a huge exhale of smoke.
āFitzgerald. I know about the rings.ā You state, watching her take another drag.
āWhat rings?ā She asked, feigning innocence.
āThe golden rings.ā You narrow your eyes. āI saw it on your hand that night and I saw it on Benjaminās hand as well. I know whats going on, and Iām here to talk about that.ā Taking a deep breath, you blurted out your suspicions.
āI know you and Benjamin are in a relationship.ā
She looked up at you expectedly, not at all alarmed at being caught. Then again, why would she be caught off guard? Considering the line of business sheās in, she probably has practiced her poker face.
āIs that so, Mrs Blackwood?ā Scarlettās lipās curled up. āSo what?ā
So what?
āLook, I mean no harm, but I- I care about Benjamin a lot. Heās like family to me, and I know its not my place but I am very protective of him and I justā¦ Iām just here to make sure that this is not some sort of game for you. I donāt want you playing with his feelings, so if youāre not serious about him then I suggest you end things with him now before it gets too messy.ā
Scarlett looked at you before chuckling. āAs you wish, Mrs Blackwood.ā He stood up with a click of his tongue. āNow, is that all or do you have any more shocking news to pass on to me, Mrs Blackwood? I suggest you do it now because you wont be stepping a foot in this club again.ā
āIts Mrs Fitzgerald. And I donāt plan on returning to this depraved scum either.ā
āDepraved scum, huh?ā Scarlett tilted her head slightly in a mocking manner. āSince you insist on calling yourself Mrs Fitzgerald so proudly, let me show you something as well.ā He opened the door and lead you towards the top of the stairwell, from where you could see everyone and everything down below on the dance floor.
She nodded her head to the far right corner and your heart dropped for a second. Is that-
āMr Fitzgerald seems to be enjoying himself. Though not all that much.ā Scarlett said as your eyes remained focused on Silas who was sitting on a chair, looking uninterested by the different women who surrounded him. āMaybe he likes boys. Iāll send some his way-ā You rushed out of the club, not able to hear another word or see Silas for another moment longer.
-
Its been a couple of days since you went to the club. Of course, when you arrived home and waited for Silas to return, who upon your questioning about his whereabouts claimed he was meeting a businessman.
He lied.
You tried to distract yourself by taking more ballet lessons from Sarah, but still your attention lingered on him.
Why was he there?
You then tried to divert your mind towards work, and then here you are, sitting on your desk with a blank paper, ready to be filled with words.
Why was he there?
Dropping your pen because you knew you werenāt going to be able to get anything done until you processed your feelings about this.
What feelings? Certainly not jealousy because I am far more mature than this. Its just-
I thought he had standards. Taste. Sure I might not be fine wine, but Iām certainly better than those skank-
Nope. I am a woman. I will not be bringing other women down because of a man.
But Silasā¦ how dare he? Yes, how dare he?! I am not jealous, I am insulted! How dare he act like heās a polished aristocrat and Iām just ditzy, poorer than a church mouse, a NOBODY, when he goes around prancing his repute and himself in the utter gutters of London?
Maybe heās just hypersexual. Yes, heās a depraved, disgusting individual and I married him. Great. So the first man I married, had a NIKKAH with, turned out to be lying, cheating, piece of-
Why did he lie?
Its not like he expects me to sleep with him. If he did, why would he still make me sleep on the floor?
Baldwin wouldāve never made me sleep on the floor, always covered me with his cloak because he knew how much the cold bothered me.
And heās always so rude to me! He beat me at tennis, quite literally!
Salauddin always lost to me in chess. And he let me rub my wins in his face too!
Not to mention, how uncaring he is to my feelings!
Ibrahim always put my happiness above everything. He chose to wait for me, until I was safe- felt safe.
And of all of them, I ended up marrying Silas.
How dare he?
Pushing yourself back into your desk, you began writing down furiously. Fuck Silas, fuck Henry, and fuck Lady Scarlett! I WILL go back to Aveline Asylum, I WILL expose the the Ripper and- if I have time, maybe find Benny a better significant other!
āWoah there- what are you writing?ā Colin came up behind you, frowning at the title he read.
āThe Ripper strikes again! Murder outside the exclusive club for the wealthy freaks!ā Colin looked at you. āHave you gone bonkers?ā
āYes.ā You snapped. āYou cant talk me out of it, so why donāt you go and get us access into Aveline asylum again. Discreetly, this time.ā
By the time everyone was going home, you had finished your article and dropped it on the editorās desk just as he was about to leave.
āRead this. Trust me, its worth it.ā You look over your shoulder. āAnd I have a witness ready to go public- Mrs Fitzgerald.ā Of course, the editor wouldnāt ever figure out that you are Mrs Fitzgerald, not Mr Holmes.
-
However, you were a little surprised to see that he hadnāt published your article in the paper the next morning. Storming to work, you quickly made your way towards the editorās office, barging in without knocking.
āHello there, love.ā He smiled cheekily. Instead of your editor, Henry Blackwood sat in his chair, his legs propped up on the desk. āI was waiting for you.ā
āWhat the hell are you doing here?ā
āWhat? You can barge into my business, but I canāt swing by yours?ā He asked, feigning hurt.
āNo. Now leave.ā
āWell then its a good thing that this is also my business now.ā Henry grinned, removing his feet from the desk and replacing them with his arms, resting his head in his hand as he stared at your fuming self.
āWhat?ā
āOh love, youāre looking at your new boss. I just bought the paper this morning.ā He winked, standing up and making his way to you. āSee, I told you not to come by the club again, I told you to drop the Ripper case, and you didnāt listen either time. So, Iāve come here to tame you. Personally. Seems like you need my undivided attention, kitten-ā
āI did drop the Ripper case. I didnāt give my statement to the police!ā You exclaimed.
He tutted, wagging his finger at you. āNo, but you did write an article. Youāre lucky I was here before it got published.ā
You frowned. āHow- how did you know about the article? I wrote it yesterday, I gave it to the editor at the last moment-ā
āI have eyes everywhere, Y/n.ā He smirked, leaning down to whisper. āEspecially on you, naughty kitten.ā
Henry chuckled as he looked at your flushed face, mistaking your anger for bashfulness. He walked out of the door but not before passing another comment to tick you off.
āNice moustache. Or shall I sayā¦ whiskers, kitten?ā
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For the next 3 days, you didnāt leave the house. You didnāt even leave your room. It seemed like all your previous pettiness-driven motivation had run out and dropped you into the well of depression. And here you wallowed in your sadness, taking Silasās bed even when he was away and looking like a pitiful lump of sadness under the covers.
āWhat is wrong with you?ā Silas asked, exasperated as he sat down on the bed to tie his shoes. āHow long will this go on? You have missed your ballet classes and you are worrying grandmother.ā
āIām just sleepy, okay?ā You mumbled from under the sheets. āIts not like sleeping on the cold, hard floor is helping me.ā
āAnd it seems like sleeping in my bed hasnāt helped either.ā He raised a brow. āIts been 3 days already. This has gone long enough. Now you can either tell me what is wrong or I will have Cadbury drag you out and hose you down in the gardens.ā
You shoved the covers down to glare at him. Asshole. You donāt doubt that he would have his butler hose you down.
āI missā¦ I miss my brother.ā You mumbled as you averted your eyes. āQasim would fix everything for me. He always had a solution, always. And I- I need him right now. To guide me, to handle things for me.ā
āSoā¦ why donāt you ask for his help?ā Silas asked, fixing his tie.
You stared at his back before looking down at your lap. āWeāre not on speaking termsā¦ Iām mad at him.ā
Silas rolled his eyes. āWell heās your family, isnāt he? Iām sure you can still talk to him.ā
āCant.ā You muttered gloomily, making Silasās annoyance trigger off.
āAnd why the bloody hell not?ā He turned to glare at you. āYou cant get out of my bed! You cant attend work! You cant take your classes! You cant tell me whatās bothering you! And you cant talk to your own brother! Why!? Why?! WHY?!ā
You flinched at his harsh town before tears filled your eyes.
āBecauseā¦ heās dead.ā
Your statement rung in Silasās ears like a daunting bell. Dead. Dead. Dead.
God, did he feel like shit now.
You threw the covers off you, getting out of bed as you fixed his sheets.
āSorry for hogging your bed.ā You sniffled, using your sleeve to wipe your tears as you walked past him, only for Silas to catch your wrist. With a gentle tug, he had you sitting back down on the bed.
āIām sorry.ā He said, sincerely. āI was justā¦ frustrated due to things at work. I shouldnāt have yelled at you.ā
āIts fine, whatever. Youāre right, Iāll go to work and classes-ā He tightened his grip on your wrist when you tried to leave.
āNo.ā He tilted your chin towards him. āYouāre not going anywhere until you tell me whatās wrong. I may not be your brother, but I am your husband.ā
You stared at him conflicted. Did he really mean it?
He answered your silent question with a gentle squeeze of your hand. āI will fix your problems, Y/n.ā He offered a smile. āYour duke is at your service.ā
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After you told Silas your work situation with Henry and how heās stopping you from writing anything about Jack the Ripper, how you cant get anything done with his shadow looming over you and monitoring everything you do, Silas explained that solution to it was all simple.
āI will buy the paper from Henry.ā He stated nonchalantly, as if he was talking about buying eggs not a newspaper company.
āI dont think he will give you the company. He wont put it up for sale-ā
āEverything is for sale, Y/n. You just need to find the right price.ā He stood up, assuring you he will buy the company. āIāll get the company, if you promise to put on a great show. You focus on the ballet classes. After all, the show is only a week from now.ā
The following seven days were filled with you doing ballet for hours and hours, all with one motivation.
Not to let Silas down.
Because if I let him down, if I embarrass him, then he wont get the paper from Henry. And I wont be able to find Jack the Ripper or help Colin with the asylum! And Silas will lose trust in me and wont let me have my space at the Westminster palace or wherever so that I can work on my time machine-
Time machine! You face palmed. Iāve been so busy with the murders and shitty men that I forgot to build my machine! My way home!
No, after the show, Iām- Iām demanding- Iām moving out. I donāt care if I get the paper or not, I need to build my machine.
āOh Y/n, what are you doing in the storage- honey, are you alright? You look like youāre about to pass out! Cadbury! Hurry and open the windows!ā Sarah guided you out of the dusty store to sit down, fanning you with her hands. āOh dear, do you hate confined spaces like Silas too?ā
You took deep breaths as fresh air flooded in through the windows, furrowing your brows. āWhat?ā
āNothing dear, I just thought you felt suffocated in closed spaces, like Silas!ā She explained. āHe cant stay in a room with closed windows for too long, you know.ā
Now that she mentions it, sheās right. You donāt remember Silas being in a room without at least a window open, even as winter rolled around. Hell, he still opens the balcony windows in the bedroom as soon as he wakes up, but you thought that was because he hated your guts and wanted to give you an early wake up call by letting the cold air slap your face and rattle your bones.
āWhy does he hate confined spaces?ā You ask, letting her loosen your corset.
Sarah looked a little hesitant to tell you, but then relented when you asked her again. āHe never told me the reason, but I figured it was the night when his mother passed away. Silasā¦ he was just a young boy, he was hiding in his closet. He liked to scare his mother when she came to check on him, and so he often hid in the closet to give her a fright. He saw his mother get murdered while he was in the closet.ā She looked down sadly. āUnfortunately, the killerās identity was hidden by the dark night. Silas wasnāt able to identify who killed his mother, and I suppose heās blamed himself a little for that incident.ā
Damn. Thatsā¦ dark. And sad.
Maybe I can excuse Silas for being rude to me at times. Maybe. Just a tad.
The night of the ballet show rolled around quicker than youād expected. And despite all the hours of practice and Sarahās countless assurances that youād be amazing, you knew the reality.
Your performance was barely passable.
From a young age, you were able to critique yourself very well. As Qasim said- āOnly you know yourself the best!ā And you knew right now, as you stood backstage, peeking through the curtains at the audience and spotting the queen and her family, you were utterly, truly set up for failure.
NO ONE CAN LEARN BALLET IN 2 MONTHS! AT LEAST NOT ENOUGH TO IMPRESS THE QUEEN!
Your stomach churned, you felt bile rise up your throat, your legs wobbled as you backed away from the curtain, stumbling away, right into Silasās arms.
āSilas- Silas, I cant do this! I canāt! I canāt!ā You cried out and Silas tightened his grip on your arms.
āOkay.ā
Okay?
āWhat?ā
āOkay. You cant do it.ā He squeezes your shoulders. āI guess Iāll just tell everyone to go home. Iāll apologise to the queen and make up an excuse as to why she wont be seeing a performance by my wife tonight. But hey, sheās family. Sheāll understand, right?ā
You stared at him in confusion. Silas ran a hand through his fingers. āAs for all the journalist who came here to write about you, and all the influential people Iāve invited over because this was your formal introduction into high society, I guess Iāll just have to make something up. But you-ā he gave you a warm smile that didnāt meet his eyes. ā-you donāt worry your pretty little head over this. Its okay, Iā¦ well, if Iām being honest, I never really expected you to perform.ā
āWhat?ā
He shrugged. āI knew youād back out at the last second. Oh well, what can we do. Now-ā he rubbed his chin in thought. āShould I tell the guests that youāve broken your leg? Or perhaps you cant perform because youāre with child? If we go with the first excuse, people may call you a ditz, maybe unprofessional. And they might come to check on you. But if we go with the second excuse, people will talk about- well, it has been only a month into our marriage-ā
You couldnāt believe what you were hearing. Is heā¦ did he set you up?
āYou expected me to not perform?ā You asked, your voice barely above a whisper.
āNo, Y/n. I expected you to fail to deliver what I require of you. I expected you to perform in front of an audience, and that was all I asked. I didnāt ask you to become a prima donna, I just wanted you to be good enough. Which you are in my opinion. But your doubt in yourself right now is only because you clearly havenāt spent enough time practising because you were too busy running around town, going to clubs and asylums and chasing after a murderer when all of your attention shouldāve been on becoming a competent wife!ā Silas fumed, tightening his grip on your shoulders. āI asked you again and again to focus on the ballet lessons, and you ignored my advice repeatedly and for what? Because you wanted to prove yourself? Because you wanted to play detective and solve murders? When you cant even do a simple job as putting on a show? And I knew- I knew you would abandon me like this, so you know what, Y/n? While I keep my end of the bargain, while I invited Henry tonight to talk him into selling the paper to me, you continue to let me down. So go on stage or donāt, I really donāt give a shit now. I canāt take your word ever again.ā
Silas stormed off, leaving you shell shocked backstage. You sat down on the steps, trying to control your breathing. How could he- how can he say all that to you?
Does he not understand the pressure youāre under? Does he not understand how hard all of this is for you?
You really thought that after you told him about Qasim, after he assured he that he would help you out, that he would fix your problems-
I thought he understood. I thought he had my back.
You let out a shaky exhale, rubbing your chest to ease your ache. Why is it so hard to breathe all of a second?
Tonight, you didnāt invite Colin or Benny or any of the boys, and it only hit you now how truly lonely you were. Thereās no Colin. No Benny. No friends. No family. No Qasim. Noā¦ Silas.
āMaāam? Maāam, are you alright?ā Cadbury looked alarmed as he spotted you looking shell shocked, struggling to breathe.
āIā¦ I cant-ā You couldnāt speak, and the butler quickly took your nervous, trembling form in and sprung into action.
āHere, duchess- maāam, drink this.ā He brought you a cup of tea. āItāll calm the nerves, maāam. Drink it.ā
You let the bitter, warm liquid slide down your throat without a second thought.
āYouāll be alright now, maāam. Youāll be allā¦ right.ā The butler assured you kindly, helping you stand up. In just a matter of seconds, your anxiety had melted away and was replaced withā¦ unbridled confidence.
āWhat did I just drink?ā The words slipped out as you felt your heart beat faster. Your eyes snapped towards Cadbury. āWhat did you give me?ā The words came out quickly.
āNothing special. Its just tea to calm you.ā He said, ushering you up the steps towards the stage curtains. āAre you ready now, maāam?ā
Your eyes zeroed in on the white particles on his collar. Like powder.
āIs that snow?ā If you werenāt so hyper focused on his collar, it would concern you how fast you were talking. āIs it snowing outside already?ā
Cadbury looked down on his collar and suppressed a smile. āYes, duchess. You could say that. Now- please return your attention to your performance. We are all rooting for you.ā
āNot Silas.ā You snapped again, your eyes looking at the dark curtains as you take your position. āNot that twat.ā
Cadburyās brows shot up in shock. āMaāam-ā
āIāll show that twat.ā And then the curtains opened.
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Silas sat down in his seat with a satisfied sigh. Everything is going according to plan. Youāre nervous and he just chewed you out so the stage will now be empty because youāve ran off to cry a river, the royal family will once again be embarrassed as they happily welcomed Silas and his Muslim wife into the family (by making them the duke and duchess) and with all the journalists he invited, the news will now spread like wildfire that Silas rejected a princess, Queen Victoriaās daughter to marry an embarrasment.
The princess was one upped by a fool. A commoner. A failed ballerina.
Did Silas feel bad for you? Just a little, because he didnt like the way you looked at him, hoping for support, maybe even motivation, only for him to break your heart. Broken hearts can be mended, but broken reputations? Nope.
Besides, heās sure that when he buys the company from Henry and give it to you, youāll forget all about it! Everything will work out just as heād planned-
What the hell?
The curtain opened and instead of being met with an empty stage like heād planned, there you stood in your white tutu skirt, face completely devoid of any expression.
What are you doing?
The pianist began playing a tune he didnāt recognise. Sarah did tell him that of the three songs you had chosen, there was one she hadnāt heard ever before. Youād worked with the pianist to get the tune right, and at that time, he was impressed at how much work you were putting into this.
As the music played, you began dancing. From what his grandmother had told him, he was expecting soft, gentle, shy dance.
And yet you were doing anything but that. Your movements were strong, powerful, determined. You were nothing like the woman whose hope heād crushed just moments ago. You were all alone on that big stage, but you practically leaped from one side of the stage to the other, your legs faster than lightening.
By no means did you look like a mess, or that you didnāt know what your were doing. Your eyes were wide open, as if hyper aware of your surroundings and your audience. From beside him, Silas could hear his grandmother whispering the choreography.
āEn pointe. En pointe. En pointe.ā You were now dancing on the tip of your toes, and Silas could only imagine how painful, if not destructive this could be to your feet.
āTendu. Chaine turn. Chaine turn. Pique manege.ā Now, you were moving across the stage while making turns.
And finally, the big ending. āPirouette. Pirouette. Keep spotting, Y/n. Pirouette.ā Silas knew about the pirouettes. He watched you spin around your own axis, in a fixed position on a ground, your body moving first, your head later, your eyes focused on a spot in the dark so that you donāt lose your balance. You turned- 1,2,3, he lost count because you were turning too fast.
ā34- was that 34 turns, Silas?ā
Thirty four? Thirty four pirouettes?!
The performance ended with fouettƩ turns, which according to Sarah were about 28 and you exited the stage dancing en pointe, on the tip of your toes.
The ballet hall erupted in applause and cheers, and Silas stood up with everyone else to give a standing ovation to a now empty stage.
What the hell just happened?
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Its hot. Its hot. Iām burning up!
As soon as you were off stage, of which you have no memory of your performance, you almost fell to the ground if it werenāt for strong arms catching you. And the moment your eyes caught sight of the broad shoulders, you instantly pushed yourself away, throwing yourself against the wall to support yourself.
āCareful there, love.ā Henry grinned, clapping his hands in mocking manner. āThat was quite the performance you gave, kitten. Iām very impressed.ā
āWhat are you doing here?ā You spat out, wiping the sweat off your forehead with the back of your hand. He tilted his head, amused at the sight of your flushed cheeks. āSilas invited me. He wanted to discuss business. I wonder if the little kitten went to her owner for help because she couldnāt scratch me with her tiny paws?ā
āOwner?ā You heaved a shaky breath. His smirk widened. āWhat else would you name it? He bought you to be his wife, because you know and I know that there isnāt and there never will be love between you two. Heās just using you. So drop the charade and come to me-ā Henry caught your wrist before you could slap him, and while he may have stopped your physical assault, he wasnāt able to stop your verbal one.
āWhat would you know about love? Youāre here, pursuing a married woman who has insulted you from the very first moment. Those skanks at your disgusting club have more self esteem than you do right now. Youāre fucking pathetic and Iād rather eat a cactus and shit it out before I marry an entitled, emasculated prick like you. Fuck off!ā You shoved him away and stormed out of there, unaware of just how much Henry wanted to wring your neck (just for a moment) and how a certain someone had overheard this little spat.
And he smiled proudly.
Good job, Y/n. He thought to himself.
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āFuck!ā You screamed as you burst through the doors and landed out in the gardens, falling to the snowy ground, letting the ice cool your burning temperature.
How the hell am I burning up when its literally snowing?!
You grabbed a fistful of snow and threw it to your face, trying to cool down your body temperature. When that didnt work, you dove face first into the ground, before flipping on your back, letting the snow engulf your body from all sides. Your ballerina costume was thin and sheer as it could be, finally allowing the cold to creep into your skin and slowly into your bones.
Now that the adrenaline rush and whatever the hell was in that tea wore off, your body immediately went into fatigue and became aware of all the aches in your body, especially the pain in your feet. You tried to move, but your muscles didnāt budge. They were tired out, strained beyond their limits.
The cold suddenly became too unbearable and your teeth rattled. You tried to lift your head, tried to yell for help but it was like your mind had suddenly went autopilot and decided to shut down to let your body recover from its fatigue.
āNoā¦ā You whispered, as tears slipped out of your eyes. Everyone was inside, the party was loud, no one would even hear you scream for help even if you tried, no one would come to your aid. The realisation that you would freeze to death had you panicking, but alas, your brain refused to cooperate with you.
You heard the sound of footsteps and a glimmer of hope rose in you. Turning your head to the side took the last bit of energy, and your brain put you out of your misery when you saw the daunting shadowy figure that imprinted itself in your mind from the night of the murder.
The cloak, the top hat, a golden ring on his hand and the shiny glint of the knife.
The Ripper is here.
Your mouth fell open in a silent scream before you blacked out.
So??? Thoughts??? Also nobody @ me for not putting a "keep reading" button because I had to edit 12k words TWICE on mobile, I have pulled an all nighters for yall. I have to go to clinic in loke 2 hours.
Yall better send comment and send ask.
#time traveller au#male yandere#yandere x you#yandere x#yandere x reader#yandere x darling#yandere male#yandere#silas Fitzgerald#yandere oc#jack the ripper
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Love You From The Start- C.S
summary: more bff!chris and bff!y/n and a bit of bf!chris and gf!y/n headcannons
cw: fluff, slight cursing, a pinch of angst ntm, very minimal smut
an: tysm to @probablyoutyappingorsomething and this anon for all of these ideasš | lowercase intended
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bff!chris who loves tickling you to make you laugh
"chris! stop it!" y/n cant stop laughing as chris' fingers dig into her sides and tickle her. chris also giggling and smiling so hard that he gets to hear her laugh and he's the one who's making her laugh and smile. "okay, okay!" chris' fingers eventually stop tickling her and he rolls on top of her and smothers her face in kisses, missing her lips.
bff!chris who always buys her online shopping carts without her knowledge
"oh my god no!" y/n whines, rubbing her hands over her face in disappointment, her laptop placed on top of her blanket. "what is it? what happened, hm?" chris asks worriedly. "my sephora cart! it's gone, i was going to buy it right now!" she goes to the sephora search bar and starts searching up the products she remembered she had in her cart. "wait, don't do it." chris stops her and grabs the laptop from her. "what? why not." she tries to look at the screen but he moves it from her view. "because," chris flips the screen back to her and shows her an online receipt. "i bought it for you when you were showering." he continues. y/n gasps. "chris, you didn't! it was almost three hundred dollars." she looks at his in disbelief.
"your package got here!" chris enters y/n's room. "my package? i didn't order anything." she's confused. "you didn't, i did. but, it's for you. i bought your amazon cart." y/n swats his arm. "chris! what'd i tell you about buying my cart without telling me." she grabs the huge box from him and opens it up. "thank you though."
bff!chris who takes y/n on many shopping sprees
"come on, it'll be fun!" chris drags her through the mall. "you know i don't like spending your money." chris groans. "i've told many times, i don't care! i'll buy you a fucking house and i wont complain! i love spoiling you." he wraps his arm around her shoulders. "fine, let's go to bath and body works first!" she soon gives in.
"i'd say this was a successful shopping trip!" chris lightly kicks y/n's room door open and places her many shopping bags down. "thank you for my new stuff chris, how can i pay you back?" y/n says. "i can think of a few ways." chris smirks and wraps his hands around her waist. "you dirty animal! not like that!" she throws her head back and laughs.
bff!chris who takes the opportunity to pretend to give y/n backshots whenever she's bent down
"i felt that!" y/n scolds chris when she feels a small gust of wind coming from behind her as she tries to grab a new sponge from under the sink. "not sure what you're talking about." chris acts clueless.
"boom! boom! boom!" chris grabs y/n's hips as she's bent over and pretends to give her backshots. "chris! you're so stupid!" she laughs as she's used to his behavior. "stupid for you." he lets her go and places a kiss on her neck.
bff!chris who teases you when you two are filming for his channel with his brothers
"behave." y/n mutters to chris once they're out of the frame from the camera. "but you look so good in this." he whispers and runs his hands over her ass in her shorts. chris, throughout the video, has been rubbing his hands over her ass and y/n is concerned that nick will miss it while editing and fans will take notice of them.
"and today we're here with y/n and we're going to be-" nick says and chris hugs y/n from behind and grabs her boobs for a second before letting go. "chris! i'm going to have to cut that out! let's redo the intro."
bff!chris who give you his honest opinions on your outfits and accessories
"okay, what about with this necklace?" y/n turns back around and shows chris the new necklace on her neck. chris, laying against her headboard, looks her up and down seeing if the necklace matches. "mm, i think the second one is better. this one is so thin and you can't really see it. i almost ignored it like you ignore my love for you."
"absolutely not." chris shakes his head at the shirt y/n is currently trying on. "yeah, i thought so." y/n looks down at the shirt as if it's going to magically change and look any better. "looks like something my eighty year old neighbor would wear." y/n gasps and they both look a girl who is walking into the changing room going to try on some clothes wearing the same exact shirt. "chris!" she covers her mouth and locks herself in the changing room leaving chris on his own.
"yes, this one looks so good on you!" chris immediately gets up as he sees her in a tight fitting dress. "look at you, holy fuck." he rubs his hands up and down her figure. "thank you, i'm guess you love it?" she looks up at him. "oh yeah." he pushes her into the tiny room.
bff!chris who will sit and yap with you for hours on end
"and i told him, no you're fucking crazy if you think i'm touching that snake!" chris tells y/n a story of what happened on his hike with his friends and they encounter a small snake. "remember when we accidentally kissed?" he forgets all about the snake talk and moves onto another topic.
"really? tell me more about it." chris looks into her eyes as she takes chris about a time where she was into pottery. "i have a few pieces in my family storage unit. maybe we can go one day and i'll show you. i think there's this one piece you'll like and you can have it." she fixed his earring as it moved out of place. "i'll keep all of 'em if i have the chance to."
bff!chris getting jealous when he sees you talking or laughing with another guy who isn't him
"who was that you were just talking to?" chris says in an angry tone. "not sure, he just came up to me and started talking to me." she says casually. "well i don't like him." y/n sighs. "chris you don't even know him." she says.
"woah, calm down. looks like you're about to explode." matt says next to him as chris looks at y/n talking to one of her guy friends. she's told chris about max, one of her old friends, and how close they used to be. "am not." he lies, feeling jealousy all over him. he then sees y/n wave him over and he goes up to him. "chris, this is max. max, this is chris." max sticks his hand out for chris to shake it. "it's nice to finally put a face to name, she's told me so much about you." max says and y/n blushes. "hush!"
bff!chris introducing y/n as 'his girl' to new people
"y/n! come, let me introduce you to some people i just met." chris says in her ear as he finally found her. "okay!" she grabs his hand and follows behind him. "guys! look, this is my girl, y/n." he puts a hand on her waist and y/n blushes at what he just called her.
bff!chris doing anything and everything to make her smile when she's upset
"come on, give me smile. please?" chris hovers over her, trying to pull her hands away from her face. "noo!" she whines. "please? just a small one." he finally manages to remove her hands. "look how pretty you are." that makes her break out in a smile. "there she is." chris smiles. "i promise you, that grade doesn't define you, okay? that professor doesn't know what he's talking about."
bff!chris overhearing y/n tell his brothers she doesn't like him, but he misses something.
chris could help but eavesdrop on y/n's conversation with his brothers. he was currently standing on the stairs behind the wall. "so, do you like him?" he hears matt's voice. "i- uhm, i don't know? no?" chris' heart breaks and he freezes for a couple of seconds before turning back and slowly walks down the stairs back into his room. however, y/n continues. "fine! yes, i do, i fucking love him. i'm just scared to tell him." back in his room, chris sniffles into his pillow. the girl who he has major feeling for doesn't like him back. was she just leading him on the entire time?
bff!chris ignoring y/n after overhearing what she said
"hi, i'm back." y/n comes back down happier than usual. chris stays silent on his phone. "wanna watch a movie or something?" she says, plopping down in her usual spot on his bed. he ignores her. "chris? do you want to watch a movie?" she tries once more, maybe he didn't hear her. "hello? earth to chris?"
bff!chris and bff!y/n expressing their love for each other
it's been an hour of chris ignoring y/n and he finally break the silence. "i heard you up there. heard what you said." he mumbles. "you heard me? like everything?" she questions. he nods. "oh i heard everything, alright." he says. "then why are you ignoring me, i thought you'd be happy." chris finally snaps. "happy? why the fuck would i be happy? you clearly told my brother you don't like me after all these years of me flirting with you? we fucking kissed for crying out loud! were you just leading me on?" he gets up from off the bed and runs his hand through his hair. "what?! no, chris you missed the part where i clearly said i was scared of telling you that i love you!" she says back. "what?" chris says, pausing his movements. "i said no at first because i was scared of admitting it. but then i said i do, i love you, chris." she gets up off the bed and walks to him. "i feel so stupid, oh my god." he groans into his hands. "i love you too, y/n."
bf!chris who can finally show y/n how much he loves her
"can i?" chris kisses down her neck. "can i show you how much i fucking love you?" he nips at her sweet spot making her let out a soft moan. "yes, please. please show me."
"mm, you feel so good around me, baby." chris groans into her neck. her nails scratching down his back. "fuck- keep- keep going." y/n gasps as she feels the familiar knot in her lower belly. "gonna come for me, hm?" she can only nod.
gf!y/n who overhears bf!chris telling her mom he wants to marry her
"you really love her don't you?" y/n hears her moms voice in the kitchen. she had came down because chris was taking a bit to long from getting water. "i do, i really do." she stands behind the wall that goes into the kitchen feeling bad for overhearing this conversation. "i want to marry her one day." y/n gasps quietly and smiles. she goes back upstairs once he mentions that he's going to head on up. once he enters the room he sees y/n slightly out of breath and smiley. "you head me down there didn't you?" he throws himself on top of her. "maybe." she giggles. "i really mean it, okay?" he kisses her lips. "okay, i agree with you too. i want to marry you."
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anton as a down bad college bf
ā no warnings, fluff, wc: 311
ā feeling crazy & insane i love anton real bad
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you two were most definitely close friends before you started dating
the type to pay attention to and notice every little thing about you, but not say too much about it
like if you went to eat and mentioned you liked a specific kind of drink, heād bring it for you another day
would 100% know your coffee order by heart
everyone knew he liked you way before you did just because of the way he looked at you
but you! are! clueless!
asks you to study so he can giggle at you struggling to finish anything
would listen to the same music as you while youāre doing work just because
also because he loves being around you so much
since you were friends before dating, your friends already know each other so when heās over at your dorm or apartment, no one bats an eye
which is why he goes so oftenš
loves when your friends tell him about how much you mention him
would leave his clothes at your place āby accidentā and pretend heās not about to start tweaking when you actually wear them
& loves when you give him your accessories to wear too
always texts you about things happening during his classes
āthis kid keeps playing and losing that snake gameā
āoh my god my prof wont stop teaching i cant believe hes actually doing his job rnā
āi shouldāve skipped todayā
speaking of skipping (which i do not condoneš), he would probably try and get you to skip with him so he can ābe productiveā
would have polaroids of the two of you hung up in his room omg & probably keeps one in his phone case, occasionally changing themšššš
loves walking you to your classes, especially in the winter and fall time because it gives him an excuse to nonchalantly hold your hand :ā)
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NO ONE LIKE YOU.
You and Kaiser had a pretty rough breakup. Well, for him. You knew he'd be back on the hook. There's plenty of fish in the sea, he says. Guess you're a dolphin.
M. Kaiser x reader - 1.1k wc
Warnings: exes to lovers, very ooc Kaiser but in a good way i promise, german! reader
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"Stop being so damn petty. You're not THAT special anyways!" Kaiser yelled.
"Is asking for a little bit of proof that you DO love me, that hard? I barely even see you because you've been so focused up with Isagi, praying for his downfall and shit." You replied back. You kept your tone low, not wanting any of the people at your hotel hear you both.
"You don't have to see me all day! Y/N, we've been together for at least a year and a half! You can't handle living without me?"
"I can! But you just don't show that we have been together these days!"
"Alright, i'll make things easier for you. Lets not be together then. Leave. I can find someone who's not petty and clingy as you." He said.
You scoff. "Me? Clingy? Okay, I'll admit i do have clingy feelings but you cannot find anyone like me. Someone who can last long with your attitude. I'd like to see you try." You are as competitive as your boyf- ex. Boyfriend. But you wanted to see. A little challenge wont mind right?
"Pfft. Theres plenty of fish in the sea. Watch and learn." He said.
That's how your little relationship ended. It's been at least 8 months, 2 weeks and 6 days approximately since your break up with him. Your in your couch, sitting idly scrolling through the channels of your TV. your phone was beside you, it was 11:41 PM when a notification popped up on your phone. From an unknown number.
??: You win.
You: hm?
??: No damn fish can compare to you, liebes.
You grin with victory. You already knew who it was as you sigh and put your phone down on the couch, letting him do the action. It was just minutes later until you heard banging on the door. You jump from it and walk to the door, you were hesitating wether you should open it. You already knew it was him, why were you hesitating? Heat flew through your cheeks and the air seems hotter than usual, your thoughts were immediately shut off when someone spoke from the other side of the door.
"I know your on the other side of the door Schatz, open up." He spoke which made you immediately open the door.
"Yet you still have an ego to talk to me like that. Better yet, to even talk to me. Why are you here, Kƶnig?" You held on your door knob while tilting your head.
"I want to talk to you." You already knew. You sighed, your chest arising then dropping as you did. "Get inside."
You went to your kitchen to grab water and you didn't notice Kaiser following you. Like a helpless dog.
"Why are you following me?" You ask as you turn around. "I said i wanted to talk to you. Of course i need to see you."
You drank on the cup of your water and turned to him once again and you leaned on your kitchen counter.
"Okay... speak."
He was in a white button-up shirt with black pants and a watch on his wrist. He seemed quite shy. Embarassed? Something like that. He put his hand behind his neck and averted your gaze. "Look, i don't wanna admit this but I'll go straight to the point.. you we're right."
Your head tilting in confusion. Well, not really, you were just pretending. "On what?"
He sighed before look at you. "That.. i cant find anyone... like you..." You definitely heard that. But you just need him to say it a bit louder.
"Hmm?"
"I said.. I can't find anyone like you...."
"Speak up Liebling.. What did you say?" You slightly leaned closer to him tilting your head and putting a hand to your ear, pretending that you need to hear him more clear. Of course, he noticed that.
The next thing you will know, he pulled you by the wrist, pushing you to the counter behind you to pin you. Leaning closer to your ear, you can feel his hot breath in your ear as he whispered;
"I won't repeat this again. For the past ten months that i have dated other people other than you, has been pain. No one can keep up with my egoistic personality as much as you can, hĆ¼bsch.." You can feel him smirk on your ear. even though you can't see it, it sent heat waves through your face. Simple words from him made you so flustered.
With his hand holding your wrist, the other hand of his went up to your face, holding your chin and looked down on you.
"Well, of course no one was more prettier than you that's why I came here to see you, Mein liebe."
"Hah! Yeah, for calling me clingy, it won't be easy getting me back Kaiser. And I especially won't make it easier for you." You said.
But it only really takes you to seal away to him was just a simple kiss. He put a peck in your lips, then your temples and your neck. He picked you up and sat you on the kitchen counter and continued kissing your lips, it was more intimate now, he was closer, chest to chest. Why would he be worried about anything? Your kissing him back, it was already obvious to him that you want him back. Hish hands we're on your hand holding it, the other was on your hip to keep you in place.
It seems liked he doesn't want you to let go, well you don't plan to either way, its been so long since you felt like this in 10 months. You've been definitely missing out these past months with doing nothing about your love life. And thanks to Kaiser, it doesn't seem like it anymore.
The first one to pull away was you. Panting out of breath, as you look down but he was only looking at you so addictingly. Did he really miss you even the times he dated other people? He didn't know he misses you that much. He kissed you on your cheek, forehead and a little peck on the lips, his grip on your waist tightened as you held on his shoulder.
"Kommst du zu mir zurĆ¼ck, Liebling?" He asked.
"I told you, It'll probably take the same time as how you wanted to find someone that can keep up with you."
He frowned a bit looking down, but you cup his face.
"Wenn Sie mich morgen zum Mittagessen einladen, ist die Zeit vielleicht kĆ¼rzer"
And he nodded eagerly, "Anything for my queen."
Translations: Liebes (dear) / Schatz (sweetheart) / Konig (king) / Liebling (darling) / hĆ¼bsch (pretty) / Mein Liebe (My love) / Kommst du zu mir zurĆ¼ck, Liebling? (Will you come back to me, darling?) / Wenn Sie mich morgen zum Mittagessen einladen, ist die Zeit vielleicht kĆ¼rzer (If you invite me to lunch tomorrow, maybe the time will be shorter)
A/N: its finally finished.. some translations might be wrong guys mbmb, lmk if there is rqs r open btw mwamwa! kinda wanna write for kageyama nut idk what prompt lol. lmk if u guys have any idea ><
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Hi, so iām a lurker but I kinda decided to stop lurking and personally want to request if you can maybe write a headcanon of the Destined one or Sun Wukong when reader would occassionally glances at them but its only because Reader have a crush on them and is trying to play it off that they dont have a crush
Also love your writing-
Here you go!! One for each :) just because I feel like theyād be a bit different. (Also youāre so kind for saying you like my stuff š«¶š«¶š«¶)
Youāve got a crush but arenāt trying to be sussed out yet? Oh boy. Poor you. Heās noticed. 100% noticed you looking at him and the little awkward thing you do when you look away quickly.
Destined One:
- [ ] Does NOT know what youāre staring at him for.
- [ ] Absolute idiot when it comes to romance, heās been too focused on his journey to care about that kind of stuff.
- [ ] Completely lost. Starts to wonder if maybe thereās something stuck in his fur or maybe you think he stinks or something, he doesnt know.
- [ ] Itās giving him a complex because WHY does he catch you eyeing him so much? (And why does it get under his skin?)
- [ ] Do you want to fight him? Is he doing something strange?
- [ ] Starts watching you closer than he already was, probably squints/frowns deeper when he catches your eyes lingering on him before you quickly turn away. His tail will start to twitch with annoyance because WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT AND WHY WONT YOU TELL ME?
- [ ] Does he look weird? Is there food stuck in his chin fur?
- [ ] It bothers him in more ways than one. Again, now heās aware of it he cant stop wondering about it but also, the more he seeās you do it the more awkward he acts and he gets a bit shy about it.
- [ ] Makes his fur ruffle and makes him twitchy.
- [ ] Starting to like the way you look at him, eventually he will figure out WHY he likes it.
- [ ] Donāt stare at other people though because he wants your eyes on him regardless of if he realizes it or not. It will annoy him because he thought you only glanced / stared at HIM.
- [ ] Over time he will notice if your cheeks tint pink. Itās going to make him VERY intent on you and your flustered state. Heās already pretty intense anyway but now youāre going to have his full attention as he tries to decide if maybe look him makes you sick or something. Which he would HATE.
- [ ] Heād gonna start showing off (fighting or mundane tasks) especially if he notices you staring at certain moments - this will be an unconscious act at first before deliberate.
- [ ] At some point he is going to grab your chin as you look away and silently demand you tell him why youāre staring at him so much.
Wukong:
- [ ] He clocked you glancing at him almost immediately. Heās too vain and aware not to.
- [ ] That said, he doesnt know WHY. At first.
- [ ] Heās used to people staring, he does make a spectacle of himself very often. And in his mind, why shouldnāt people stare at him? Heās amazing and all the synonyms of that word. So at first he doesnt mind it since he figures youāll get your fill of whatever it is youāre looking at him for.
- [ ] When you dont though and he keeps catching you looking at him, well now hes curious. A curious Wukong is a dangerous thing.
- [ ] Your glances are starting to get under his fur too. Because WHY are you peeking at him?
- [ ] If others were to do it he wouldnāt care, outside of maybe using it to start a fight with them, but you? Regardless of if he realizes it or not heās falling for you and your eyes on him makes him feel tingly.
- [ ] Heās going to start testing you. Will definitely pretend he doesnāt notice you looking for a while.
- [ ] But heās going to start doing certain things to note exactly WHEN you stare at him so he can determine WHY. Because apparently you dont want him to know, and he going to store that nugget for future mischievous opportunities.
- [ ] But also, what if you know something he doesnt? That isnt going to slide.
- [ ] So he watches you carefully as he purposely does things to see your different reactions to them.
- [ ] Heās gonna figure you out real fast though especially when your cheeks flush pink while you were staring at his chest, his shirt had gone a little more loose than normal (might have done that on purpose).
- [ ] He is going to have the fattest smirk on his face and his tail is going to swish behind him like the arrogant jerk he is. You like him. Or at least find him pleasing to look at.
- [ ] Heās going to amp up his ādo things to make them stareā mission.
- [ ] āOops I spilled on my shirt, I guess I have to take it offā or ālook at me while I do this ridiculous unnecessary show of strengthā kind of shit and always right in your view.
- [ ] As much as seeing you try to cover your tracks is funny and amusing to him, eventually heās going to get impatient with it.
- [ ] He is gonna call you out. - however THAT conversation turns out is up to you.
- [ ] But now that itās out in the open heās going to make sure that whenever he does something he is going to look over at you expectantly like āAre you watching? Yeah youāre watching. Of course you are.ā
#black myth wukong#sun wukong x reader#black myth wukong x reader#destined one x reader#bk kai writes#Good luck anon! They are too aware to NOT notice#LOL Wukong is always a menace#Poor DO he just never has a clue
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I DIG YOUR CINEMA (5)
harry styles x yn aspiring filmmaker ā social media AU
About the smau: yn starts posting videos on youtube and is trying to build a career as a filmmaker. Things are going pretty well for her and she starts getting more attention when she creates content about shows she goes to. Sheās also a fan of Harryās music and some of his fans start getting suspicious when his team starts interacting with her.
Disclaimer: The story itās set in 2021 and it will follow their relationship through the LOT leg in the US. Since this is nothing but fiction, I will be following some of the real timeline but also adding my own stuff. On top of that, I wonāt be basing myself on Harryās actual posts.
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I DIG YOUR CINEMA (PART 5) ā FROM SAN ANTONIO TO DALLAS
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yourinstagram sightseeing tonight š getting to know these cities only gets better and better guysĀ
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harryfan7 was this before or after dinner with harry? š
ā³ harryfan3 stoppp. my heart cant take it ā³ harryfan11 no bc the idea of them walking together and stopping to take pictures itās just so š¤
lookitsnyoh š¦ pillowpersonpp š¦„ anthonypham š§ø
ā³ harryfan not the teddy bear!!!Ā
harryfan117 MISS SARAH JONES IS HERE user8 whats with all the emojis guys!! let me innnnnĀ user1 YOUāRE BACK š„° bestfriend its not the city its all you baby bc you light up the world like nobody else
ā³ harryfan that was justā¦ ā³ harryfan5 HEJAHDH NO YOU DIDNR ā³ yourinstagram ā¦.Ā ā³ yourinstagram i dont even know how to reactĀ ā³ bestfriend wish i could say im sorry or embarrassed but im actually notĀ
cuteguy Looks amazing!
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cuteguy congrats darling ļ¼ yourinstagramĀ
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harryfan60 see?? she isnāt dating Harry
ā³ harryfan58 I fucking knew itĀ ā³ harryfan62 hope this pr nonsense stopsĀ
user14 little sus but alright igĀ randomguy cool broĀ user44 dude thereās no way she hasnāt cheated on you lol user3 you guys are so fucking disrespectful can you pls leave this man alone???
ā³ user26 I mean heās the one who decided to go public soā¦ š¤·āāļø ā³ user3 his ig being public doesnāt automatically mean youāre supposed to be rude tho.Ā
user36 Am I the only one who finds this picture adorable?
ā³ user38 me too!! i was looking for a nice comment about it lol thanks! ā³ user36 I mean they definitely look like a couple and idk itās a cute pic :( ā¤ļø liked by authorĀ
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yourinstagram update time: went out for a run and my lungs got on fire. view was great though. zero complaints. also the show last night was INCREDIBLE.Ā
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bestfriend shut up you actually went for a run??Ā
ā³ harrystyles I wouldnāt call that going for a ārunā.Ā ā³ bestfriend okay that actually makes more sense now ā³ yourinstagram excuse me?????Ā
harryfan OMFG harry interacting with yourbff???Ā
ā³ harryfan5 I KNOW! where are you ļ¼ bestfriend are you still alive???Ā ā³ bestfriend noĀ ā³ bestfriend but im pretending to be cool about it so š¤« ā³ harryfan OMFHAJDHPAHDJ ILY
cuteguy š user7 yessss! two days in a row!!!! thank you!!! user1 looks so prettyyyyyy! hope youāre doing okay <33
ā³ yourinstagram i am!! thank you love <333Ā
yourbrother Wonāt believe youāve moved your ass to be healthy until I see it.Ā Ā
ā³ yourinstagram the fact that you dont believe me wont change the fact that it happened :D
harryfan15 harry is such a stalker. interacting with her posts when he doesnāt even follow her lol harryfan25 Anne started following her!!!Ā user10 Not to rush you, but are we getting more videos anytime soon? I was so used to getting one every weekā¦ :( user25 Soā¦ Sheās officially dating that cuteguy, isnāt she?Ā
ā³ user17 What? Who said that?Ā ā³ user25 TMZ updated that article of her and Harry having dinner with this picture of them ā³ user17 Ohā¦ Where can I see this picture? ā³ user25 Sheās tagged on it. ļ¼ cuteguy posted itĀ ā³ user13 i wouldnāt believe (or read) TMZ guys ā³ harryfan68 funny how you wonāt believe TMZ when itās about this guy but youāll believe them when itās about harry ā³ user13 lmao Iām not in that fandom so I couldnāt care less about her dating harry or not.Ā
harryfan13 SO WE ARE ALL GOING TO IGNORE THE FACT THAT HARRY AND YN WENT OUT FOR A RUN TOGETHER?????
ā³ harryfan60 Yes bc no one actually believes they did. Next. ā³ harryfan68 hahaha you ate this oneĀ
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harryupdates A fan met Harry in San Antonio today!Ā
According to the fan, Harry said he was on a tight schedule so couldnāt stay for a chat, but agreed to take a quick picture and thanked her for going to the show.Ā
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fanwhometharry āThank you so much I hope you enjoyed itā, those were his words exactly :ā)
ā³ harryfan27 OMG IT WAS YOU?? YOUāRE SO LUCKY ā³ fanwhometharry I know!! Thank you!!! ā³ harryfan24 was he alone??Ā ā³ fanwhometharry No, he was walking with his personal trainer and Yn ā³ harryfan52 his personal trainer also has a name btw and itās BradĀ ā³ fanwhometharry Sorry, I donāt keep up with his personal trainer š¤· I only know Yn bc I watch her youtube videos ā³ harryfan9 donāt apologize theyāre always finding something to complain about lol happy for you!!
harryfan72 How convenientā¦ He always agrees to take pictures when Yn is around šĀ
ā³ harryfan68 right??? almost as if he WANTS people to spread the wordā¦Ā
harryfan13 I KNEW I WAS RIGHT AND THEY WERE TOGETHER
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yourinstagram DALLAS! you are sooooo so pretty <3 we arrived yesterday and im already in love. it was a sunny afternoon so i went out for a walk, and as i was on my way to buy some flowers to myself (bc i wanted some so i got some) i had one of those surreal moments thinking about how lucky i am to be where i am right now. im always waiting for this feeling to eventually go away so i can come back to my āold lifeā and my āold selfā, but now im kinda considering that as time goes by and i get to know more and more places, it will actually only grow bigger and bigger, right? :ā)Ā
(in that case, feel free to unfollow me now bc the annoyance will only grow bigger and bigger as well ā consider yourself warned.)
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sisterinlaw The summer vibes are gorgeous! harryfan42 WAS HARRY WITH YOU????Ā user1 another post??? feels like going back to the old times im so happy!!! harryfan64 this girl wonāt even post her face and she got like 4k new followers in one dayĀ
ā³ harrystyles82 Itās the Harry Styles effectĀ ā³ harryfan64 glad im not the only one who sees it š¤”
harryfan YN? DID YOU ACTUALLY JUST SAY I WANTED SOME SO I GOT SOME???Ā
ā³ harryfan5 i saw that too i was likeā¦ okay š ā³ harryfan9 hahaha I hope she actually did get some tbhĀ ā³ harryfan13 ME TOO!! ā³ bestfriend yes. she 100% did ā³ harryfan9 š² ā³ harryfan lmaoshuahsjbjhĀ ā³ harryfan17 wait ļ¼ bestfriend she 100% say āi wanted some so i got someā or she 100% got some?Ā ā³ harryfan23 oh god i cant believe this is a real conversation you guys are having HAHAHA
user17 please keep feeding us with your random cute posts!! <3 i love them!! bestfriend fgs ļ¼ yourinstagram have some mannersĀ bestfriend i thought you didnt like exposing yourself like thisĀ bestfriend alsoā¦ your mom is on instagram soā¦Ā bestfriend PLEASEĀ
ā³ yourinstagram omfg shut upppp ahusdhjahj ā³ yourinstagram stop encouraging the nonsense behavior??? ā³ yourinstagram you KNOW i meant the flowers ā³ yourinstagram i wanted some FLOWERS so i got some FLOWERS ā³ bestfriend yeah i know š ā³ bestfriend sorry its just too funny sometimes š
loveynrry did anyone else notice yn hasnāt liked THAT picture yet? š
ā³ user4 which one? ā³ loveynrry the one @/cuteguy posted ā³ user4 ohhhhhh š ā³ user4 also did you notice yourbff doesnāt follow him ā³ user9 shit ļ¼ user4 i hadnāt noticed thatĀ ā³ loveynrry i did, yeahā¦ thats why im sus about him ā³ user4 I mean, I trust yourbff judgement sooooooā¦ā¦Ā
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im so glad youre matching my freak on this (patricks sister au) because im actually so not normal about it. i havent thought about anything else all day, many more thoughts are in my head about this, i need art so badly
his restraint grows wearier every time you're on his bed in your slutty outfits making puppy eyes at him. its only gotten worse since he let it slip that he does want you, but just cant. it seems like youre in his room every day now. tiny shorts or even worse, tiny tennis skirts. the kind where he can see another one of many lacy pairs of panties every time you adjust yourself. he makes it a point to always sit at his desk, or even stand, he needs the distance.
one night hes dragging you back from a stupid frat party, one of those with a dress up theme thats really just an excuse to have the girls dress extra slutty, and oh boy did you deliver. youre not too drunk, but hes carrying you over his shoulder regardless, its just faster that way. (youre not complaining, you get to stare at his ass the whole way back to his dorm) and maybe youre acting more drunk than you are, just so he wont bring you to your own room, but he'll have to let you sleep in his.
then you're laying in his bed, surrounded by his scent, maybe even dressed in another one of his shirts and maybe just a pair of panties. watching him as he gets ready for bed (he always refuses to share the bed with you but sleeps on thr carpet on his floor instead), brushing his teeth, changing his shirt, complaining about some guy who was trying too hard to flirt with you, getting too close to you. its all too much, you really cant help it, maybe you can even blame the few shots of tequila your friends had made you take earlier that night, but your hand trails down under the sheets. you cant help but touch yourself, gently, barely even feeling it. but youre just so turned on by him, being this close to him, his possessiveness. whats a girl to do!!!!
he hears the little moan you let out, he tries so hard to ignore it. to control himself. truly hes not surprised. he keeps talking, pretending he didnt hear you. but when he turns around, its just too much. he cant help but tell you how pathetic youre being, he means for it to come out sterner, meaner, it was meant to deter you. instead he hears you moan again, so pathetic. it shouldnt egg him on, he should tell you to stop, to leave, to pull your hand out of your damn panties. he should tell you to quit being such a slut. why is it turning you on when he tells you youre being pathetic? why are you moaning louder when he says you can never have his cock? he cant help but taunt you :(((
(i can keep going, just ask lol)
GODDDDDD this au has me salivating so badly itās crazy like this ask made me go take a lap, had to walk on my treadmill and clear my head. I feel so insane rn
Bc why IS he getting so weird and protective over you? Why is he mad that you were practically dry humping some loser from the fucking swim team that you looked like a fucking slut out there, and you should be embarrassed, honestly.
And god, he really does sound pissed about it, and youāre still pretty buzzed from the party, too, everything feels really slow and hazy and thereās an insistent throbbing need between your thighs. youāre so wet itās soaking through the skimpy, slutty panties you were wearing.
āYou should really fucking have some standards.ā
Mhmm. Yeah. You should. He should totally keep telling you all about it. You sigh, slip your fingers between your thighsā all wet and sticky and sensitive. You moan, just barely, but he freezes a little. You can see the muscles in his shoulders flexing as he grips the edges of the sink. But then heās right back to bitching at you.
āWhat the fuck did you think was gonna happen, huh? Did you think Iād go over there and rip you off of that dickhead? That Iād get so jealous Iād finally fuck you like you want?ā
You moan, louder, and thatās when he turns. His jaw is set, clenched as he watches your hand move beneath the sheets. Youāre completely unabashed as he watches you, he watches your legs spread slightly, can tell your fingers have gone from toying with your clit to being stuffed inside your pussy.
And he laughs. āGod, this is really fucking pathetic, you know that, donāt you?ā
You nod, whimper out a, āmhmm.ā Youāre looking at him through half-lidded eyes, all hazy and soft. And your hand is moving faster beneath the blankets, and god, he wants to move it so fucking badly. Wants to watch, to see how wet you are for him.
It would be so easy to just rip that blanket offā his fingers are fucking twitching with the need to. He almost does, almost loses himself in it.
āJesus, youāre so fucking desperate,ā he says, arms crossed, trying to ignore how fucking good you sound now that youāre not muffling your moans. āYou think fucking yourself in my bed is going to change anything? It just makes you look like a slut. You know how embarrassed Iād be if you were my sister? Youāre fucking lucky I donāt tell Patrick what youāre up to.ā
You whine, pouting as you thrust your fingers deeper inside your cunt. Youāre so close already, just want to cum, want him to rip off the blankets and fuck you into the mattress. āPlease,ā you whine.
āPlease? You think Iām going to fuck up my friendship with Patrick for pussy?ā Heās being so mean, youāre fucking dripping down your wrist with how soaked you are. āIām never going to fuck you. You just need to grow up and fucking accept it.ā
You cum as he watches you, thighs trembling and closing around your hand. Fingers all slick and sticky when you finally slip them from your cunt. Heās staring at you, completely indiscernible. And he laughs again. Whatever. You can go ten more rounds if he just keeps talking to you.
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SKZ Break up Reaction (Maknae Line)
A/N:so Iām uploading this on my phone cause my 4 year old decided to break my chromebooks screen but I wanted to get this posted so I can post the second part to both anyway if you guys have any requests my requests are open any group you want me to write I usually do lol so just let me know anyway hope you enjoy please like comment reblog I love hearing your opinions
Jisung:
āGET OUT!ā You shout, as you feel Jisungs arms wrap around your waist. You can feel his tears leaking through your shirt as he begs you to hear him out. Your tears streamed down your face. āyou need to leave Jisungā You growl taking his arms from around you. His head shakes in panic āNo! NO! Im sorry okay?! It was a mistake it didnāt mean anything to meā he cries. His shoulders shaking rapidly. You scoff at his words āYeah for you it was just a fucking tuesday of course it wouldnāt mean shit to you. But the fact that you didnāt even think about me or I donāt know maybe the fact that you werent even single, proves to me that everything youre saying is bullshit. You donāt just go and fuck someone and then say Oops I made a mistake. You made a fucking choice Jisung and just cause it doesnāt mean anything to you now doesnāt mean you didnāt fucking do it and proves how much I cant trust you.ā You snap, gesturing to the crying boy. Grabbing the bags you packed for him, you shove them at your ex boyfriend.
āI donāt want to goā Jisung confesses, his hand wrapping around your wrist pulling you back into him; burying your face in his chest. āPlease donāt make me go, I donāt want to wake up every morning without you. I donāt want to let you go. It meant nothing then and now please believe me I donāt want anyone else it was a drunken mistake and I will never stop regretting it. I can make it up to you, I-I c-can fix things pleaseāfuckāplease donāt make me go. I love youā His sobs take over his body as you begin to pull yourself away from him. You stare at him, wanting to remember every inch of his face. You caress his cheek. Your eyes locking with one another āIm sorry, but I cant trust you anymore and I cant be with someone I cant trust. I want to break up. Im sorry but if you donāt leave. I willā You confess pulling your hand away from him. āPlease....ā He whines āIm sorry fuck im so sorry theres nothing I could be more sorry about I donāt know how to fix it. But I donāt want to leave please donāt make me leave, I need you okay? I need YOU! No one else I donāt know how to convince you of thatā You shake your head at his words āYou donāt need to convince me, you never will be able to Jisung, thereās never an excuse and I wont be able to trust you ever again. It will always feel like a lie.ā His eyes widen in shock.
āi-I-ā You lift your hand, not wanting to hear anymore āJust go, Jisung! Im done you hurt me way to much and I donāt want to hear your lies anymoreā You growl. Nodding in defeat, he picks up his bags and makes his way to the door. You hold the door open for him as he makes his way out as he turns to face you once more you can feel your resolve breaking āI will always love youā he cries as you close the door.
Felix:
NEW MESSAGE: LIXIEšāļø
Hey baby, just wanted to tell you good morning and I miss you when can I see you again? Its been too longš
Your heart races as you read his message. Biting your lip you contemplate replying before deciding to lock your phone and continue avoiding him. You werent sure why he even bothered anymore, you knew he was pretending, and whilst he didnāt know you had learned the truth about him, you felt stupid every time you thought about seeing him. You were torn between the Felix you had gotten to know a bubbly sweet and kindhearted person that would give up their last for anyone in need, and the one that, apparently, likes to make bets with his friends about how long it would take for you to sleep with him. Its been a few days since you had been told the truth by Minhoās girlfriend, and ever since you had avoided Felix. You couldnāt help but feel anxious and idiotic anytime you thought about being near him, apparently he had won the bet, you did sleep with him fairly quickly considering you guys have been going out for only a few months and have been actively having sex since about your third date; and the idea that right after he went and reported his win to the boys made you feel dirty, gross, and used.
Your phone vibrating in your hand pulls you from your thoughts. Staring at the screen youre met with a photo of your smiling boyfriend. Pressing the decline button, you toss your phone on the bed lifting yourself to your feet. You stare around your room, pictures of you and Felix laugh at you as you grab the stuffed bear Felix had won for you on your second date. With a newfound resolve you toss the bear on the ground. Your body acting on its own accord as you begin throwing every symbol and memory of your relationship in a large destructive pile on the ground. Sobs rack through your chest, nausea building in your stomach. You trusted him, you allowed him to knock your walls down and he lied, pretended and faked his way through everything. With determination in your heart you stomp your way over to your bed grabbing your phone opening your messages with him.
To: LIXIEšāļø
Please stop calling me stop texting me just leave me alone you won your stupid bet just leave me alone weāre done.
Your palms were sweating as your phone began vibrating once more. You stare at the photo of Felix, your jaw clenches as hot tears run down your face. You watch as the photo disappears a missed call notification coming in before the photo pops up once more. You sit in place as a plethora of calls continue to come in as well as messages all unseen. With a shaky breathe you turn your phone off, opting to take a shower you trudge your way to the bathroom. Your movements halt at the rapid knocks on your front door. āBabe! Pleaseāfuckāopen the door!ā Felixās deep voice pleads. Your hand smacks over your mouth, as you hear your doorknob rattling āY/N! Open up pleaseā he cries. āLet me explain!ā The knocks continue in quick succession. āP-please! I-I c-canāt lo-lose y-yo-you, n-not like t-this please!ā His voice is desperate, you could tell he was crying. āIām sorryā the door begins to shake. You could tell he was trying to ram the door open. āIām sorry! Please talk to me, we canāt be over we canāt Im an idiot but you mean so much to me donāt break up with me Iām sorry! Iāll explain Iāll tell you everything pleaseā your sobs unable to be hidden anymore āY/N?! Are you crying? Pleaseāfuckādonāt cry please Iām sorry please open the door please! I need to see you. I need you to listen please open up!ā He pleaded. You stared at the door as your heart pounded on your sternum as Felix pounded on your door. You apologized silently as you sat on the ground your arm wrapped around your waist as you held your hand over your mouth; tears steadily streaming down your face not being able to bring yourself to open the door.
Seungmin:
You stared blankly at the mahogany table, avoiding Seungmins bored stare. āWhy did you ask me to meet you here if you werenāt going to say anything?ā He questions confusion etched on his features You sat in shock at his words, you werenāt sure why you were so surprised at the cold stoic tone he used. It had always been the same with him anyway always leaving you to feel small under his judging gaze. You questioned the status of your relationship often due to the lack of affection on either part. You felt more like a close friend rather than his girlfriend or even someone he was dating, and whilst you two had never defined your relationship, you did assume from the fact that he had specifically told you that he had considered the time you two spent together as dates. You stared at your hands as your fingers continued to play with themselves in your lap. āIām sorryā¦ā you murmur, you hear him hum in response āitās fine everyone has bad daysā you shake your head in response ān-noā¦Iām sorry but I donāt think we should see each other anymoreā your voice is almost a whisper but the widening of Seungminās eyes has you shocked. āC-Can I ask why? I thought things were going wellā¦ā he questions his hand reaching for yours sadness flashes across his features as you shift yourself further away from him āweāre more friends than anything donāt you thinkā you mumble disappointedly. āFriends?ā He scoffs like the term was beneath him. āIād like to think we are more than friendsā he states calmly.
You wrap your arms around your waist āhonestly can you name a single time weāve done anything that could signify that weāre more than friendsā you snap. Seungmin leans back in his seat, taking a sip of his coffee. āWe go out on datesā¦umm I talk to you all the timeā¦ā he trails as he contemplates more answers only to come up with nothing and letting out a sigh. āItās okayā¦you arenāt attracted to me Seungminie, not the way I am to you and I think you should find a girl you actually likeā you state sadly as you lift yourself from your seat. āGoodbyeā¦ā you mumble as you make youāre way out of the cafĆ©. Seungmin sat there in shock, a tear running down his cheek as you make your exit. He willed himself to say something, anything to get you to stay. He watched in horror as you made your way out of the door. His heart shattering in his chest as he wills you to turn around and just see him, see how heās falling apart at your departure. Heās begged for every moment with you and in his idiocy you were wisped away, he felt lost what could he do?
Jeongin:
āYouāre really wearing that?!ā The disgust oozing out in his tone. You look down at your lilac skin tight dress and white thigh highs before nodding with confusion etched on your features a pout in your lips. āI-is there something wrong with what Im wearing?ā You prod your eyebrow raising in offense. Jeongin scoffs, crossing his arms over his chest. You stood in your place, biting your lip in frustration āI mean you look reallyā¦..interesting.ā He grits. You could feel the uncomfortable stares. You knew what he meant by interesting, reflexively you tug on the hem of your dress bringing it lower on your legs. āDonāt listen to him you look great!ā Nayeon smiled as she rubbed your wrist comfortingly. You nod dejected, your eyes not leaving the ground. āI-Iām going to get something to drinkā you state rapidly as you rush over to the kitchen. You stare down at your dress, you felt stupid and thanked god you had brought a hoodie. Taking a deep breath you grab a red solo cup pouring a small bit of vodka and adding pineapple juice before mixing the drink. You stare into the concoction, as used to Jeongins temperament and the harshness of his tone you are, you contemplate as to why you had even entered this torturous relationship.
You couldnāt think of many times when Jeongin would speak to you without insulting you in some shape or form. From your hair being the wrong way to you just being too annoying for his taste that day there was always something you did wrong. You thought today would be different, you thought for once heād actually acknowledge you the way he used too when you first began. Your heart completely shattered considering it was your second anniversary. Your relationship was fantastic up until just a few months ago and now it feels like Jeongin would rather drop dead before even looking at you anymore. You donāt know why you had bothered anymore it obviously wasnāt working. Youāve done everything you could to try to save your relationship tonight being your final attempt and as much as you wanted to give the rest of the night a chance; he couldnāt even acknowledge your anniversary all day and then to greet you like that at a party you didnāt even want to be at. You werenāt sure if you could continue this, you missed your loving, sweet boyfriend. You didnāt know who this Jeongin was. You sighed as you take a sip from your drink. The mixture of alcohol to juice lacking so you grab the vodka bottle once more.
āSure get drunk so I have to take care of you tonightā you hear from behind you, you roll your eyes. āWhat? Iām literally just making my first drinkā you scoff before turning and shoving past your boyfriend his hand wrapping around your arm āoh and thanks for embarrassing me tonight by the wayā he spits. An embarrassing heat fills your cheeks āhow did I embarrass you?ā You growl a fire burning in your eyes. āYouāre kidding right?ā His lips are formed in a tight line, you press your chest against his in defiance āNo! How did I fucking embarrass you Jeongin?ā
āSo dressing like a slut to a party where you know your boyfriend and his friends are going to be isnāt a fucking problem? Itās not embarrassing?ā He snaps, the glare in his eyes challenging you. The rage filling your stomach you toss your drink in his face. āI canāt believe you! You fucking prickā you shout, Jeongins eyes grow wide at your action. He stood there shocked, covered in your drink, his hands reaching for you quickly with a call of your name. You put your arms up preventing him from touching you. āNo! Iām done! Iām so fucking done with you Jeongin! For months Iāve put up with your shitty attitude all because I loved you and you obviously donāt feel the fucking same anymore! You made me miserable and I still loved you! Donāt call me donāt text me just leave me alone. Happy anniversary Jeongin, Iām giving you the best gift I couldā¦youāre single congratulationsā your resolve completely breaking as tears stream down your face. You can see the panic in Jeongins eyes, his mouth sits agape in shock. With a scoff you turn to make your exit. āW-wait! Where are you going?ā He calls, his voice is shaky. āBabe?!ā You can hear him following after you āwait! Y/N!ā His voice is shaky as you make your way out the front door, you knew if you turned back just one look at his face would break you. You had to keep going; you picked up your pace as the cold air kissed your skin.
Your car was only down the street a bit you just had to make it there and you were home free. Your heart raced as your legs moved rapidly. You felt arms wrapped around your waist pulling you back into a strong frame. The familiar cologne fills your nostrils, you could feel his shaking figure. āDonāt go, Iām sorryā he pleads. You sigh āplease let me go Jeonginā pulling his arms from around you not turning to look at him. āIām sorry please donāt go im an idiot I didnāt mean to forget but I donāt think itās something you should break up with me overā he scoffs slight annoyance in his tone. A scowl forms on your face as you whip around to look him in his eyes āyou know what?! Yeah! You ARE indeed a fucking idiot! If you think Iām breaking up with you over this bullshit ass anniversary then youāre wrong! You treat me like shit and a burden and Iām just done you obviously donāt love me anymore and as much as I do love you I deserve better justā¦please leave me aloneā¦ā tears stream down your face at a rapid pace, your heart shattering at every word. Your eyes drifting to the floor as your bottom lip finds itās way between your teeth. Your eyes never once lifting to meet his as you turn away from him and make your way to your car. You donāt see Jeongin standing there in horror as you ultimately walk away from him. You donāt hear the sound of his heart shattering in his chest as you donāt look back at him. His jaw clenched as tears stream down his cheeks willing himself to not chase after you because like you said, you did deserve better
#stray kids angst#straykids angst#skz felix#skz angst#stray kids angst reaction#stray kids break up reaction#stray kids maknae line angst#jisung angst#lee felix angst#seungmin angst#Jeongin angst#han angst#I.N. angst#lee yongbok angst
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hello again (gaz anon and also the needy soap, ill go by feral anon if thats all good)
I WANNA GROPE PRICE SO BAD, NOT EVEN IN A KINKY WAY. I WANNA FEEL HIS THICK AS BODY ON MY HANDS, I WANNA SQUEEZE AND PINCH AT HIM. I WANNA FEEL THIS MAN UP.
so yes maybe a drabble of a super handsy m!reader who can't keep his hands to himself accidently makes price horny during a meeting cause he wont stop squeezing and pinching at his thigh... it turns into a fun game of "can price cum without letting everyone know that his boy is jacking him off
Thinking about Price with a s/o who canāt help but touch him all the time and itās not really pda, itās a discreet hand on his thigh while heās in a meeting, thumb mindlessly stroking it. Itās a squeeze to the shoulder before running head first into a battlefield. Itās a brief hug and a pat on the back when heās made it to the helicopter safely.
Price has always liked it that way, the subtle ways you displayed your affection.
Anything else would be deemed unfitting for the professional environment the two of you are in and besides heās long bypassed that age where he feels the need to hold his boyfriends hand or kiss him openly on the cheek to let the world know that heās taken.
However, he finds himself willing to eat his words when the new recruit just doesnāt seem to want to leave you alone.
Starstruck, thatās what you called it.
Youāve had a long and successful career in the army. Itās only normal for younger recruits to want to come up you, ask for a picture or an autograph or even a story from the many lives you lived.
That doesnāt mean that it soothes the green monster living in him because he canāt help but uncomfortable fidget when some stranger rests their hand on your shoulder for a picture, canāt help but coldly stare at the way a strangerās fingers linger on yours for longer than needed when you sign something for them, cant help but want to crush the expensive tobacco leaf heās smoking when yet another person comes up to you two wanting to hear about your days from the army, unknowingly cutting off yours and his conversation.
Price wasnāt a big fan of pda but what harm could it do to lean a bit closer to you during a meeting, shoulders brushing, and knees knocking together.
Price had long surpassed that age of feeling the need to claim, but what harm would it do to let your pinky fingers brush, when your hand is already resting on the table.
And if he makes direct eye contact with the recruit as he holds hushed conversation with you then its only their fault for sitting directly across from him.
Youād been surprised by the sudden wave of affection but welcomed it with open arms, sending soft smiles his way when he leaned closer, briefly linking fingers under the table when no one was looking, indulged in hushed conversations until his cheeks flushed and pupils widened.
He hadnāt expect to love it this much, had done it at first because of the green monster residing inside. However he couldnāt deny how much he enjoyed having to be careful not to get caught, feeling butterflies at every word or every touch, all while being fully aware that everyone at the table knew that the two of you must be something more than just coworkers (and if the recruit had ended up looking like a kicked puppy then itās just a win win situation.)
Price was thrilled.
However what Price hadnāt expected was that he would end up with a hard on while in the middle of the meeting.
Maybe he was a bit too thrilled.
While everyone was rising from their seat Price was pretending to organize the small pile of paper work in front of him. You whoād been sitting next to the other man had noticed his strange behavior and sent him a questioning glance but he was unwilling to meet your eyes and while the crowd dispersing you decide to stay behind and wait for Price.
āAre you coming?ā You say still confused by the manās strange behavior.
Price clears his throat feels his neck and ear burning as he gives a pathetic response āYeah you go aheadā
He continues staring down at the table,body ever so tense until he hears the door slams shut and a sigh of relief escapes him.
However he quickly tenses up again when he feels your hands on his shoulder and he hears you whisper the words āJohn, sweetheart, Iāll only ask once and I want you to be honest. Are you hard under the table?ā
He swallows hard, adams apple bobbing as he white knuckles the table.
āYes-yesā he manages to stutter out feeling his ears and necks burn at his words.
āGood boyā you praise and kiss his shoulder āNow would you like for me to help you out here or take it to your room?ā
āHere pleaseā he says, head swiftly turning to meet your gaze.
āWhat do you say?ā
His pupils are blown wide cheeks flushed and mouth agape when he says the words āPlease sir touch meā
āOf course sweetheart, you know Iāll give you anything you wantā
Spitball w/ me?
#hope youāre doing lovely!#feral anon#John price#john price x reader#john price x male reader#captain john price x reader#captain john price x male reader#captain John price#call of duty#sub male character#dom male reader#scribbles
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various jrwi headcanons because the worms in my brain (potential autism) wont shut up. no real plot spoilers except for one, but its marked :]
the suckening:
shilo is like vampire immunocompromised, which added to the pile of reasons his mom used to keep him inside the castle because she didnt want him to immediately get 37 different diseases and Die. (if vampires can have allergies then id like to think they can also get sick. i dont actually know if thats possible in the vtm system but i dont care they can in my heart)
genderfuck/genderpunk afab emizel. i feel like thats the only label he'd use, if he had to have one. i dont think hed label his sexuality because he wants to be an enigma. but he Definitely likes men.
bizley said in the qna something that can Only let me think of shilo as aromantic. maybe aro And ace... i dont remember what he said exactly aughhgh i wish i did...
shilo fidgets with his hands like all the time. his mother and uncle tried to get him to stop and sit still because it wasnt very princely and whatnot but my boy needs a fidget toy. i think hed go craaaazy with an infinity cube
i feel like me saying arthur bennett is a bisexual doesnt even count as a headcanon like i think thats just a given. i feel like itd be more surprising if i said i thought he was straight. all beautiful beautiful vampire men have to be lgbtq. its the law actually
arthur never officially broke up with mary. mans just Left one day without warning. probably left a note that said "sorry. -arthur" on it. i doubt he had it in him to say goodbye to her face or his reasoning for it (he thought hed inevitably hurt her because of what he is and what he did to the people he loved in the past, because bad luck seems to follow him everywhere... oughh he makes me ill). he definitely used finding a new lead on anya somewhere else in the country as a good reason to dip. at least, as good a reason as it couldve been for him.
maybe controversial but i 100% think arthur and magnus had a one-night stand at the beginning of their relationship, before magnus met jerome, and they never talked about it again and pretend it never happened. cannot explain how real this is to me.
riptide:
ftm chip who 100% innately knew he was a dude since the moment he could think. like when the black rose pirates picked him up, he got confused when they started referring to him as a girl at first. probably never got The Talk from them, so was Very confused when he hit puberty. Reuben reluctantly helped him steal to pay for top surgery.
since tritons live at the bottom of the ocean, they would have eyes that are far more sensitive to light to allow them to see better since little light gets all the way down there. gillion was Immediately blinded by the sun when he surfaced and still gets headaches from how bright it is in the oversea, but they've gotten better the longer he's been up there. tritons are built to adapt to all kinds of conditions, so his eyes have slowly been getting a darker bluish-purple the longer he spends above the ocean; they were originally more of a light blue-grey.
in tandem with the last one, chip thinks hes either going crazy or a bad friend because he Swears gill's eyecolor is different than last week but how could that be possible, thats not just something he can do, right? why would he be able to do that???
if gillion gets knocked onto his back without warning he does that thing that sharks do where they get paralyzed for a bit when they get flipped upside down. its scary because he can see everything but cant do anything. he also definitely forgot to tell chip and jay about this fact and scared the Shit out of them the first time it happened around them.
gillion can also change his sex like some fish can. its the reason he can lay eggs. i think this makes it safe to say genderfluid/nonbinary/generally trans gillion tidestrider is highly possible and even probable in this headcanon. what im saying is t4t fish n chips.
not to headcanon all my favs as trans but i cant help it. it is the highest honor i can bestow upon them. anyways. mtf jay ferin. ava always knew and was the first person jay came out to. jay was also 100% named jayson after her father and went by jay most of her life anyway as a nickname and just decided to stick with it instead of picking anything else. may was always very openly-supportive of her. jayson was as supportive as a generally strict, overbearing, unsupportive-in-everything father can be. jay totally came out to him and the first thing he said to her was something like, "as long as it doesnt interfere with your navy training," and may promptly kicked him under the table and made him say something nice.
kiras trans too btw. she came out before jay and helped jay discover she was trans. and that she liked women.
(spoilers for 109 and beyond) chip can't entirely remember what he looks like. everytime he focuses on the illusion of hiding that hes practically just a skeleton now, it changes just a bit. freckles in the wrong places, the wrong shade of orange for his flame tattoos, too much light in his eyes, too much muscle on his arms. jay notices it but cant bring herself to say anything. she knows the illusion is meant to keep everyone from worrying, but, everytime she sees something off about it, she just remembers what he really looks like underneath, and that somehow feels worse.
blood in the bayou:
all these bitches gay as hell. kian is pan. rands got a lot of internalized homophobia. rolan probably too. its the 80s, man.
apotheosis (haven't finished it yet so idk how true these'll be lol):
agender rumi. godbless.
also rumis a theater kid. he got the lead in every musical he auditioned for because he could literally just shapeshift. theyd make up a new identity and appearance for every role and get to know everyone on the cast and then mysteriously drop off the face of the planet as that person when the production was over and nobody would know it was them.
peter has actually tried All Kinds of things. weed. yoga. multilevel marketing schemes. you name it, big chance hes done it at least once and didnt like it. he doesnt know how he ends up in the situations to try it, either.
#jrwi riptide#jrwi bitb#blood in the bayou#jrwi apotheosis#jrwi headcanon#jrwi#jrwi show#just roll with it#gillion tidestrider#chip jrwi#jay ferin#rolan deep#kian stone#timothy rand#rumi apotheosis#peter sqloint#arthur bennett#shilo bathroy#emizel tucker
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"Trying to destroy them" is such a hyperbolic statement (very on brand for crink). Im not destroying anyone - im fully in my right to be transparent about how i was mistreated. If you dont want to have bad things said about you - dont do bad things. Crinkle did a lot of fucked up things. And no, this is not some distant past. Only very recently did crinkle apologize to his wife for cheating and actually showed any kind of shame over his behavior towards her. He continues to lie and try to cover for himself in regards to how he treated me. "Wild things" 100% real things that i have proof for... and honestly what i shared pales in comparison to some other shit crinkle pulled during all this :') Idk what u mean by checking tags - feels like u misunderstood / didnt read correctly tbh? I always knew what fic i was reading! The explicit nature of the fic was NEVER an issue for me. The issue was that both Crinkle and Krys acted as if their brains leaked out in the discord server i made for several people - they used absolutely no content warnings, they roleplayed very explicitly anywhere they wanted while being fully aware Nightjarteeth (cr's spouse) is uncomfortable with SA, r*pe, etc. We had RP & NSFW channels for a reason - they didnt use them when it was appropriate. And while i personally have high tolerance, waking up and seeing discussions about a teenager being sodomized with a hot curling iron in a channel meant for selfies, pets etc. first thing in the morning was a bit much even for me. No warnings, no spoiler marking, nothing. Very cool and considerate /s. Honestly what you wrote just reads like you didnt bother to read what i put out - I stated my issues very clearly. But no matter, your choice to blindly believe whatever Crinkle peddles to their readers. It is pretty gullible though, for anyone to believe what he says based solely on the fact they like his fic. As you said - you dont know this person. But i do. His wife does. Two other irl's called out crinkle oh his behavior as well. The truth is not always pretty. Honestly the bottom line is that what Crinkle is doing / has done had real life consequences and that pales in comparison to me making fanart and asking questions. Both Night and I were severely hurt and mistreated in all this - it's unfortunate you're not willing to put it on the equal ground with whatever Crinkle and Krys say.
CrinklyTinfoil bs
Just a collection of receipts since krys decided to go ahead and spew such backwards bs im no longer willing to keep this to myself - i only did in the first place because crinkles spouse (nightjarteeth) asked me to keep it tucked away for a while (Night is aware of the events and supports me in the situation last i checked). Crinkle really hates the idea of their behavior backfiring & someone they hurt speaking about the experience. They will do anything to discredit people, doesnt matter if they caused the sitch in the 1st place. Its all about appearances, distorting events and grasping at straws for them. If you're their reader and you choose to believe them - remember they were comfortable pulling wool over the eyes of their spouse and someone they called a "dear friend". Ask yourself why anyone else would be exempt from this. I might update this when i have more time on my hands.
#abt the /bullshit judging/ thing#these guys judged people more than anyone i know with no solid ground to stand on. If they cant take it - they shouldnt dish it out#if you consider their writing impressive then OOF sorry but ill take what u say with several grains of salt. You /read a lot/ a lot of what#House of night type of series? This could mean anything and isnt a qualifier / does not add any weight to what u say#ESPECIALLY if you think /crinks writing is some of the best/ LMAO. Like fr what are u reading if u think that...#I was willing to look past conveniences and plot holes for way too long and for someone like cr its not worth it. he wont do the same for u#Not that i cant enjoy flawed things. Im just unwilling to treat that fic as something it isnt and pretend its more than a silly amogus fic#(SILLY FIC - crinkles words btw! Why get so up in arms over a silly fic? Why be nasty to people over it? Hypocrisy)#plus i have no reason to be fair to someone who was snarky#judgemental#and overall obnoxious towards me#you get what you give etc#like i really dont owe these ppl anything after how ive been treated soz mate!#what they did is and always will be disgusting and they only kept making shit worse with their stupid actions#if youre not down with me for doing this then why are u down with crinkle lol.#He literally caused this entire sitch and threw a fit when me and night held our ground#did things 20 times worse than i would ever do#mostly to his spouse#like MUCH MUCH WORSE#this is nothing compared to the shit he pulled#genuinely unfortunate that there are ppl who believe such a manipulative person but THERES NOTHING I CAN DO ABT IT LOL#/People are doing the best to survive and keep themselves alive in this shltty world#so let's be better and stop making things more difficult for others?/#HEY you should really tell that to crinkle. Since he was the one taking his issues out on me while i had no idea whats up / trusted him#like why are we putting one ND individual above others? Only crinkles issues matter ig. As per usual. Its ok for him to victimize others#i guess i should just turn the other cheek and let him get away with with everything he did to me and my friend /s. 100% what he wanted btw#also why would i report or block u..? lol#your rb is nothing that would make me want to do either of those things#even if it was i wouldnt bother.#if anything youre kind of embarrassing yourself imho
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Idk how I havenāt thought of this earlier for patrick angst considering it literally happened in the movie but what if you come across patrick when youāre fucking around on tinder one day and he needs to stay the night in your city. He looks a little scruffy and too cocky for his own good but heās hot as fuck so you swipe right and before you know it youāve experienced the most devastating, life-altering one night stand in history. Itās so good that patrick starts chaotically coming in and out of your life whenever heās around even though he never sticks around somewhere longer than he has to and you keep letting him back into your life even though every time he leaves it breaks you a little because he acts like he loves you and he makes you feel so good in bed when heās around. Itās the situationship to end all situationships
AUR this hurts hes like a friend that comes in and out of your life that you inevitably sleep with everytime he's back in town - and you always let him stay at your house, usually - he'll stay a few weeks and it'll be fun and you think maybe this'll be the time he realizes he loves you enough to stay - but he always goes. and you pretend it doesn't hurt, keep in contact through texts and emails and try to live your life like you're not just waiting for the next time patrick zweig will come back into it.
your codependency is toxic and it messes with your other relationships too. you'll be in a new relationship and he wont understand why you have to go meet this patrick guy, why you're spending money to get him a hotel room - you just tell him patrick is an old friend. not the love of your life, not the man you can't let go of or turn away from.
its worse when patrick doesn't make it easy. its like he knows how much he means to you, and he probably does. no ones let him use them this much, and you'd think that would harden him towards you, make him lose respect but the more you stick around its like the more important you come. he genuinely looks forward to seeing you, and when you tell him over coffee you have a boyfriend his face makes a "ugh," expression.
"what's that look for?" you ask after showing him a picture of the new guy.
"he looks like a fucking boy scout. he's gonna start selling me cookies and showing me how to tie a knot in 17 different ways."
"girl scouts are the ones with the cookies." you correct. "and he's nice."
"mm, because you love nice guys."
he has a knowing look and you purse your lips - memory flashing to all the times patrick treated you very unkindly, in bed.
"listen." you tell him. "I've set you up with a hotel - but we cant - i mean. this isn't like the other times..." you can't say it in so many words but he gets it. you're in a relationship now. you can't sleep together like you usually do. "but we can still hang out."
patrick sets his mug down. cups it with his two hands and just looks at you for a few seconds. he rubs his lips together, and you worry you've displeased him. but a slow smile spreads across his lips, "okay." he says simply, and picks his coffee back up. "we'll hang out."
he says it just like that. like its so easy. like everytime you've been around eachother physically it hasn't ended with your legs wrapped around his taut waist, clutching at him as he moves in you.
you try to swallow back your disappointment that he doesn't even seem bothered - "good."
you smile at eachother and sip your coffee and pretend like you wont cheat on your boyfriend with him in little under a week from now when you're walking patrick back to his hotel room after a night out, and he looks so good with his dark windswept hair and green eyes, when he leans against his open doorframe you try not to feel like a traitor the way you flush. you pretend you wont feebly try to murmur a goodbye, barely a fight put up at all when his hand reaches out to stop you, turning you back to him.
pretend you wont look at him like he's everything when he looks at your lips and brushes his thumb over the plump skin there, pretend your breath wont tremble when he asks - "did you dress like this tonight for him, or for me?"
pretend you wont shake as you look down and dont respond, knowing the answer should be your boyfriend, your boyfriend, who will be sitting at home nursing a scotch and waiting impatiently for you to return. you pretend you wont gasp when patrick winds a fist in your hair and drags you against him, your hands settling on his chest as you blink up at him - "let me fuck you." pretend you wont sigh and melt as he skims his lips over your cheek, your ear, your throat, laves his tongue over your skin, squeezes as your hip with his free hand. "please, baby. i need this. i need you -"
pretend that wont be all it takes to have you stumbling back with him into the hotel room, letting him yank your dress up and off your body - letting him put his mouth on places your boyfriend has never touched - letting him push you back onto the bed - letting his body cover yours.
you pretend you'll feel guilt when your phone rings on the nightstand and you look over to see your boyfriends name flashing on the screen. pretend you'll feel horrible and not gasp into patricks mouth when he tugs your attention back to him, "dont answer it." licking across your teeth as he breeches you with his cock - "tell me you missed me - tell me you needed this -"
pretend you wont wrap your legs around him and cry out against him as he moves inside you in rough punishing glides, the words pulled from your throat, "i need this, i need it so much, fuck - i miss you so fucking much when you're gone -"
"fuck, baby." and patrick will crush your body with his own, hips buckling down against yours as he makes love to you more intensely than he ever has before. "god, nothing's better than this pussy - love fucking you -"
for now, patrick asks, "so tell me about this guy. 'he the one?"
you smile, shrug. look away because you dont think anyone will ever compare to patrick zweig, even if you try really hard. "we'll see."
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new blog! welcome! sorry this is forward, don't mean to overwhelm ya, but.
can you elaborate on the whimpers?????? on the shiggy hcs??????? you've got me interested now.
might as well get you used to having horny asks bwahahaha
omg hai. yes i will elaborate i was gonna do that anyways but TEEHEE ill put it here ! also wtf why is everyone awake rn i wasnt expecting all the activity already
im actually so surprised, thank u guys wtf???
some nsfw shiggy hcs pt1
he's really whiny, he makes the sweetest little noises when you touch him, and he just cant help but get overstimulated fast because of how badly he wants it
literally sounds so pathetic sometimes, moaning and crying out for you to let him fuck you, or fuck him depending on how hes feeling
before u met him he was a virgin (one of my favv hcs tbh). when you two finally went all the way, he tried to pretend he was a hot shot but came as soon as you touched his d1ck. (it was hot tho, kinda boosts the confidence, yknow?)
greedy as fuck. wont stop until he's spent.
really skilled fingers (hes a gamer, duh)
sometimes he takes his gloves off and teases you with his bare hands, he loves seeing you squirm and panic underneath him, but you both know he'd never actually hurt you.
sensitive neck, earlobes, and nipples
pierced nipples (hot af)
100% switch obviously
loves biting ur thighs/ass, and leaves big pretty bruises on your inner thighs before he goes down on you
speaking of, certified munch- he will eat it like hes STARVING because he loves the noises you make and loves seeing you under his thumb like that
still cums really fast sometimes, he gets embarrassed ab its cute as fuck
loves under-the-desk head, bro feels like a god when u suck him off when hes gaming, he doesnt even bother to mute the headset
can you tell i had fun writing this or what
i have severe shig brainrot i love you tenko shimura
#tomura shigaraki#myhcs#shigaraki x reader#tomura shigaraki x reader#shigaraki smut#shigaraki headcanons#my asks#anon
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Heyyy i loved āfixing upā can u pleaseee write some hcs of little tom and bill x readeršš (PLUS YOUR PROFILE IS SO CUTE I LOVE THE PINK)
-Katš
Just some cute lil head canons of being besties with the kaulitz gald you like the pick kat š
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After band practice you 3 would go to there house and play with their dads cards and play snap and go fish while eating snacks or talking about the being famous.
Playing around with the kaulitz mums makeup and bill copying what you do and doing it on himself but yk messy cuz yall are 8.
Helping tom with his dreads up keep or just raking your nails through his dreads aswell as bill or brushing out the hair spray in bills hair after a concert.
After bill went to star church and he only comes 2nd you comfort him by you and tom doing silly things like falling over or making funny faces and only stopping when bill cant breath cause hes laughing to hard
When its yours or theirs birthday you always do a cake smash where you 3 just make a total mess of the dining table and just trash it.
When your having a sleepover you 3 go to the park with like a cig each and smoke it while hiding in one of those plastic tubes that you hide in and when ever you heard something you would snuff it out and peek out of the holes in the tube.
When tom had told both of you he had lost his virginity you and bill made a cake with like a lil card and candles with icing congratulating him about it
When you got your first boyfriend and they saw you and that person holding hands then doing a cute lil peck on the lips they would scrub your hand till RED same with your face it would look like you had red lipstick smudge
If you were neighbours with them you 3 would have friday nights bbqs your parents would still and drink while you 3 would be running out of each house causing a muck and would end up sleeping on the trampoline
Your parents would also do like a carpool rotation so they would take turns taking you 3 into school and out of it
In school you and bill would hide under the bleachers during lunch and would gossip about what was happening in school or just people you didn't like
You three doing dress up and being all cute and stuff like tom being dressed as a dragon, you as a knight and bill as a lil princess being stuck in the tree house and tom pretending to kill him while you come in a save him
You sneaking over climbing through their window with your parents wine but spitting it out on the ground cause of the taste and putting it back like nothing happened
If you guys went on school exhibitions you would always try and be together and try and complete they scavenger hunts before the other groups you would always be super competitive
You three would do drawing comps and get your parents to judge but because they don't wanna be rude they say you 3 tied but being competitive little 9 year olds you start yelling at them to pick a winner and that you wont be sad if one of the other win (bill cry's when he don't win then tom calls him a sore loser (only when he wins tho)
Being the only girl you have some ups and downs they might be a little bit softer on you but not a lot you would also get teased a lot if it was windy and your hair was getting messed up.
Trying to bake and you 3 just end up throwing flour at each other and you and tom ending up on the floor brawling over who was going to mix but bill just ends up doing rolling his eyes.
At carnivals you 3 would get matching stick on tattoos like tom would get a lion bill would get a tiger and you would get a leopard all on your arm like a sleeve and would look in the mirror flexing and posing.
Every now and again you get beg tom enough to put makeup over him give him a make up tom usually ruins it by drawing a fake mustach on himself with eyeliner when you and bill rent looking
Hope you like Kat š
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