#everyday I want to smash my head against the wall

[reddiamond505]

I can't believe I'm dealing with the world's most annoying people at MY school. What an honour hot damn

[qaxqxd]

I’ll Wait For You.

♡Pair: Miguel O’Hara x f!reader

Genre: Angst to Fluff

Warnings: A mention of injuries and maybe death

A/n: This is my first time writing about angst. I used to write on wattpad (shame on me). I think the story came out choppy. If you have any advice on writing, (please do share) Also there will be some Spanish here. English isn’t my first language so… enjoy <3

Summary: You get injured badly on a mission.

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You and Miguel really didn’t get along. You were a total opposite of him. You were all sunny and rainbow. While he was an grumpy rainstorm. You guys still fought along and with each other. You were a rookie Spider-person. That gave him more of a reason to turn you down. Miguel had a huge crush on you. Everyone on the team could tell, but you.

Whenever you were around his gaze would soften. He’d seem more… Relaxed? Jess would tease him about it. Which he would scoff off. He tried distancing himself from you. Not wanting to get close because he knew it would hurt you. It’d get harder everyday to distance himself from you. You were so kind, beautiful, and sweet. Everyone at base enjoyed your friendly behavior.

As much you annoyed him. He didn’t seem to mind it. He’d act like he was annoyed, but in reality he enjoyed your company. You had a slight crush on him too.

You sometimes appreciate it when he praises you. A simple “Good Job” from him would lighten up your whole day. You didn’t like failing. It’s been a habit of yours from the start. You wanted to prove to him that you could do so much more. Backup was never an option for you.

“Here’s your next mission.” Miguel pulled up a screen with information.

 Another anomaly. You skim over the information trying to soak in all the details and cramp it in your brain. You let out a small sigh, which caught Miguel's attention.

“Can you take care of it? Or is it too much?” He gazed over his broad shoulders. 

“Piece of cake.” You scoff. You turn on your watch, which opens up a portal.

“I’ll wait for you to come back.” He said before you headed into the portal.

 The anomaly you were about to fight had speed and strength. Some goblin looking creature. You enter the familiar but unfamiliar NYC. Which looked half destroyed. A loud roar alerted you to the creature's whereabouts. You swing around the buildings to find the anomaly. All you have to do is get close enough to the creature. To capture it and send it back to their world.

You were able to land on the creature back, you quickly set up your watch. The anomaly quickly grabs you, throwing you roughly against the wall. You definitely broke something. You saw your watch glow a figure of Lyla.

She had her arms crossed. “Need help-?” 

“No backup,” You spat out, quickly getting up. 

You were going to try again, and again. No way you were going to fail this. As many times you were thrown by the anomaly. You got back up, slightly shaking. Blood was dripping out of your nose. Your lips scratched. Possibly, many broken bones.

Still you were fighting.

“You just don’t give up, do you web head?” The creature spoke with a low chuckle. “I can do this all day.” The creature threw you into a building. This time, your bones weren't the only thing that broke. Your watch smashed into chucks. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck I can’t fail.” You cursed multiple times under your breath. The main part of the watch wasn’t broken but, it wouldn’t be able to get you home. All you could do is send a message. You hated the idea.

You started to glitch.

“Lyla…” You choked out. Lyla's distorted figure popped up.

“Yes?”

“Backup, please.” You spoke, your whole body on the floor. Trembling in pain.

“On it-” The creature steps on the watch. Breaking it for sure.

 Your vision was blurring. All the noise around you started to get quieter. All you could hear was your heartbeat and your heavy breathing.

-

Lyla popped out of nowhere.

“What is it?” Miguel asked, slightly annoyed.

“Backup protocols were called.” She’d pulled up a screen of information.

His brows knitted against each other. This is where he sent Y/n. Panic erupted in his body,  “Open the portal.” He spoke in a serious tone. Nanotech spreading throughout his head for his mask.

As he enters the other side of the portal. An agonized scream rang through his ear. He spotted Y/n instantly.

“Piece of cake, you said.” He mutters under his breath.

 As you were being thrown, Miguel was able to grab you before you were thrown into the wall. You felt a warm arm around you. You couldn’t recognize who it was, your vision too blurry. Breathing was getting harder for you. 

“Y/n, please open your eyes.” He said, holding onto you. “Don’t die on me, mi amor.” His voice cracked slightly. His hands stained with your blood.

 He dropped you off somewhere safe before returning to the creature. It took him a little over 3 minutes to handle the creature. He captures the creature, sending him off to base. Heading back to you.

He checked your pulse making sure you were still breathing. He carried you in his arms. Your eyes opened a little to see him. You were glitching again.

“M- Miguel?” You choked, seemingly worn out. “Mi amor, I’m here.” He said. He was pretty warm. You felt like you were about to cry- No you were crying. Tears fell down your face. Mixing with your blood.

“I- I’m sorry. I.. I failed you.” You were so tired, so very tired. “Shh, It’s okay. You're going to be okay.” He tried to reassure you. It felt more as he was reassuring himself. You could feel his arm shaking violently.

“Stay awake.” He ordered. Your eyes were dropping slowly. “Stay. Awake. Please.” This time it felt more like a beg than an order.

“Y/n!”

-

Everything was quiet. Lonely, you didn’t think death would be this empty. Were you in Hell or Heaven? Your guess. Neither.

‘Beep, Beep.’

A constant beep rang through. 

Later on, you heard a faint sob. 

“Please, I can’t lose you too.” It sounded like Miguel.

And there it was. Quiet again. 

“Stable!”

Then more sobbing, but it was louder this time. You’d regain another sense. Touch. You felt a warm grip on your hand.

“Mi querida, please wake up.” He said, with more of a sob. The warm grip on your hands never leaves your senses.

-

“Miguel, you haven’t eaten anything in days.” Jessica said.

“I don’t care.” He spat.

She had her arms on her hips and looked at him in a worried gaze. “Waiting right next to her, won’t make her wake up any faster.”

He repeated again. “I don’t care.” His words getting a little more frustrated. “This is all my fault. I shouldn’t have sent her alone.” He mutters.

“Do you think she’d be happy to see you in this condition?” She placed a hand on his shoulder. Miguel shook his head no.

“I’m not hungry-” He was cut off. “I’m getting the doctors to bring you food. Y/n, would have wanted for you to eat, too.” She walked away. Hearing her name, he tightened his grip on her hand.

-

Atlas, you regain vision. Your vision was blurry at first. Before seeing a figure right beside you.

It was Miguel. In all his glory. He was asleep. You snicker a little bit. Since you have never seen him asleep before. The lights in the Med Bay seem to dim a little. Which comforts your eyes a little. You stared at his brown locks.

You tried raising your hand, but stopped since it ached too much to raise. You wanted to feel his hair. He slept so peacefully. Looking so. Handsome? You shook your head to get rid of the thoughts. You saw that you were hooked up to multiple maschine.

Your eyes trace back to Miguel as he seems to be waking up.

“G’morning sleepyhead.” You smiled.

You could see his eyes widen. He brought you close to an embrace. Careful not to hurt you. He’d crash his lips onto yours. Kissing you lightly.

“I told you I’ll wait for you.”

-

W.C 1.4k

[dutifullytwisted]

Here are some things I realised that they might have had more of a effect on me than I thought they did:

1. My dad beating me with a book when I told him I wasn't ready to attend an optional exam. (and him laughing about it to my mom and sister. I sounded so funny when I screamed apparently.)

2. Being applauded as a kid for my 'maturity' and my good grades. Being called shit for my grades now.

3. Hearing my parents fight and my mom crying. My sister and mom screaming crying over petty things.

4. My sister venting to me (when I was 11-12yrs old) about her adult problems because I was very mature for my age.

5. knowledge of the fucked up deaths of some of my relatives, and how 80%-95% of my relatives are assholes (cheating, molesting their kids, hitting on other people's wife's etc.)

6. My parents openly discussing about their financial problems and how raising daughters are a burden for them, KNOWING that I'm listening to them. Because ultimately, this would guilty me into not asking for much, because I'm already a burden to them. I don't know if they're aware they made me feel like this.

7. Spending most of my teens (11 to 14,I think) in isolation, as I lived alone with my dad, and, well, he came back home only at around 6 or 8pm

8. Being forced to wear stuff (uncomfortable, heavy, prickly clothing) that other relatives gifted when I got my first period. (Tradition). Being scolded later because I cried in front of said relatives that I didn't want to.

9. Watching my parents forcing my sister to marry. And the fallout that happened as consequence.

10. Having the knowledge that my very own father has some pretty misogynistic views, that he wants me and my sister to abide by. It doesn't affect everyday life, sure, but I now know that he judges every female celebrity be sees everyday, for one reason or the other.

11. Being told that my 80%-90% (B or A grade) is absolutely unacceptable when I was going through a mental block, burn out, and what not.

12. Getting shit on for wearing comfortable black clothes instead of traditional clothes to a friend's birthday (I was 12).

13. Spending a good portion of my day scrolling on my phone.

14. Getting my phone smashed (on the wall, after almost having it thrown on my head) for being unable to pull away from said phone (I had trouble using it responsibly), and getting sweared at and called slurs because I was failing at everything, 'because of that damn phone.

15. Dad making excuses for smashing my phone against and wall and making me cry so much I almost peed myself, his excuse being 'he thought it was the old phone and breaking it didn't matter because I still had my new one'. Did my feeling not matter too? He infact, broke my new phone.

16. My mom saying that I shouldn't have screamed when my dad started beating me with a book (refer point 1), as we were in a foreign country, and if someone called the police on him, we would be done for. It didn't matter that I was screaming out of fear, out of pain. Was i really overreacting or?

17. The fact that they said they would get me profesional help since they thought I needed it, but never did. Is it because they therapy is costly or because my sister was already in therapy and putting their second daughter there too would be a shame on them?

18. My mom confessing (not to me, to my RELATIVES, during A CASUAL CONVERSATION,) that infact, my dad has beaten me before a few times as a child.

I think the recent one had more of an effect (point 1.) because I was old enough to remember it more vividly, even so, i have this one horrible memory from my childhood:

19. That one time my dad got so angry (for whatever reason) at me, a child, 6/7/8 years old, that he chased me around the living room, till I backed into a corner, and started slapping me continuously i was crying, begging to stop till my mom intervened.

20. Being called selfish, entitled and inconsiderate, when I didn't want to move back to my home country, which was WAY, WAAAY more unsafe and unclean and corrupt than the one I was living in, even for the sake of MY own education.

I know that my dad's job was unstable at that time, and staying in this foreign country would actually burden him. But I was 14 and I had just started to make friends and live a normal life after 3yrs of not talking to anyone other than family. I was... I don't know if I was actually being selfish. I just wanted to continue living that normal life. I was afraid that moving to a new country, where I didn't even know the language, would hinder my ability in making friends, and that I would go back into isolation.

I just wanted some validation. But. At that time, I didn't know that. So I refused and the waterworks started. I didn't know how to express myself in words. I had so many insecurities and worries.

"it's all going to be okay" is all I wanted to hear.

Ofcourse, that is not what I got.

I got lectures on top of lectures.

Selfish, entitled, inconsiderate. A brat.

I got called selfish, inconsiderate, for not... Being considerate and listening to my mom's lecture about how ridiculous I was being I just wanted comfort

The lectures lastest hours but ultimately what they said, how they felt about me, boiled down to those words.

I went to my room and put on my headphones because I didn't want to hear it. I didn't want to know I knew, which is why I ran what they thought about me.

I got called selfish and inconsiderate for....not listening to my mom going on about how ridiculous I was being to my sister and dad.

Who in their right mind would listen to someone berating them, without ever attempting to know their true feelings?

She opened the door and saw me wearing headphones, "why weren't you listening to me?"

At that moment, i thought to myself "you're the ridiculous one here."

I didn't expect this point to turn into such a big rant.

21. Being ignored the entire day when I cried because I was unable to express myself (with regards to point 20.)

22. The fact that my parents seemed convinced that their way of treating my when my behaviour was less than ideal, was the best way to deal with the situation (beating, silent treatment, dismissing, breaking stuff, false promises, etc.).

At those moments, I thought "you are doing more harm to me than good. One day you will realise it and feel guilty." I thought so out of spite.

Now, i KNOW what they did to me did me more harm than good. They will not realise, they WILL remain ignorant, and they most certainly, never will feel guilty.

To this day my dad justifies him beating me with book.

22. Being unable to let go of my obsessive scrolling , because (recently realised) it was my coping mechanism, a way to escape reality. Being called lazy and irresponsible and having the blame put on me for it. I was told to hand over my phone to them, and, unsurprisingly, I didn't. At that moment I didn't understand why I didn't. Now I know that I just didn't want to let go of my only way of escaping reality, my only coping mechanism. And well. Obviously letting go of it wouldn't be easy.

Didn't it ever cross their minds to help me, to teach me how to use my phone responsibly, rather than taking custody of it and berating me for using it? I will have to use it in the future right? When they don't get to take custody of it anymore?

23. Using my irritation, my anger at anything really, as proof that I was getting addicted to my phone or to the tv. ESPECIALLY if it's induced by if they snatch it out of my hands, turn off the tv, block the screen, make fun of what I'm watching etc.

Getting mad if I do the same to them. The hypocrisy

24. Saying that my behaviour (biting my lips, making weird faces, sitting comfortably i.e, 'not lady-like', SHOWING FREAKING EMOTIONS IN MY FACE) at home, where I am relaxed, comfortable, and really being myself, IS WEIRD.

Also that this behaviour is because I watch anime. Definitely not because I actually feel stuff. Definitely not because I feel comfortable with myself in my own skin.

Them getting mad that i lased out after them saying this to me for WEEKS, because they didn't mean any harm by those comments.

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I'll post more shit when I come up with it. For now this is all I can think of at the top of my head. I didn't expect me to actually start ranting midway.

I also didn't expecting myself to tear up midway. Well, atleast i know now that fucking shit hurt me. immensely.

This is all excluding the struggles I have with academic validation, school, socializing, and generally shitty friendships that made me question myself to this day.

To future me,

I hope you fucking heal from this shit.

[just-some-random-blogger]

The worst part of this fic is that it ended 🥲 HOW COULD YOU END IT LIKE THAT

Your honor that was a joke fic writers can end their fics however the fuck they want

So obviously I have thoughts

Nary a cloud in the sky, the bright sun beating down on the cobblestone path leading to the arena.

ONCE AGAIN I AM ASKING THE SUN NOT TO BEAT DOWN PLEASE I CANNOT TAKE THIS HEAT ANYMORE NO NARY CLOUDS MANY CLOUDS PLS

“Not that sort of kiss,” he whispered, seductively.

Fuck. You 🖕

A brief lunch of venison was served. No sign of any of those veteran knights yet, though. 

nskskksk WHY ARE YOU SO EAGER TO WATCH PEOPLE TENTATIVELY KILL THEMSELVES also I would be thinking about gwayne kissing me for agessss girl. 😔 I guess it's not the same when she's getting that dick everyday

Finally, he rode out, sat proud atop that big black horse of his. His helmet was off, tucked under his arm, letting his golden hair shine in the sunlight. He held his lance in the other hand, meaning all that kept him on that horse were those strong thighs of his. You flushed, thinking of how it felt to have those thighs under you as you rode him into oblivion.

Could find the original this will have to do

HIS FAN SERVICE IS TOO MUCH

He prepared himself for the first tilt, putting on his silly helmet - you always giggled when he wore it. 

FAN SERVICE FOR LIV HAHAHAHHAAHAH

The final tilt, however, you would deny you were terrified. For now he faced your own uncle, Ser Paxton Mullendore, a hardened veteran of many a battle and many a tourney.

??? but this is what you wanted ✨entertainment✨

As Paxton smashed through the fence, Gwayne stuck his foot out, tripping up the large, mace-wielding man.

❓❓❓NO CUZ WHY IS HE SO ANGRY 😭✋

You rushed off, partly to avoid whatever withering words the other ladies-in-waiting had to say to you, but mostly to avoid the wrath of Lady Lynesse Hightower. The look on her face as you had been crowned the Queen of Love and Beauty was one you hoped to never see again.

❓❓❓ WHY IS SHE SO ANGRY MSOSKNSJ DAFAQ

Perhaps, though, you would scold him after you lay with him. As dangerous as that kiss was, it had left you unsatisfied and wanting for more. And it would butter him up and make him more agreeable to slowing down.

😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 SHE LIKE ME FR

“I was going to wait for you,” you said, the corners of your plush lips lifting flirtatiously. “I was thinking I’d lay naked in your bed.”

SHE ATE HIM UP WITH THAT SHIT

“It would be a shame if you had to walk all the way back down, leaving me here alone and wanting for you,” he rasped, his voice going deep with desire.

MSKSKSNSNDMS

“And would I then arrive, finding you covered in a sheen of sweat, and then would I plunge myself inside your sweet cunt until the only thing you can remember is my name?”

HES SO FUCKKNG ANNOYING FUCKING HELL WHAT THE FUCK

He finished unlacing your gown, finding you wearing no corset or smallclothes underneath it. You gulped, feeling the sensitive tips of your breasts brush against the cloth of your dress with every breath. “Oh, you naughty lady, wearing nothing under such a dress.” 

SHE ATE HIM UP THE SECOND TIME

“Fuck, my love, you feel so good and wet,” he panted, trailing hot, wet kisses to your neck. “Fuck yourself on my fingers, sweet lady.”

NGL I READ THIS AS FUCK YOURSELF ON YOUR FINGERS ANS I WAS SO OFFENDED I WAS LIKE NO❓❓❓ WHY WOULD I WANT MY FINGERS WHEN YOU ARE HERE READILY AVAILABLE I'm glad I was wrong. I'm telling you my reading comprehension is wack 😭😭😭

“Keep yourself wet for me, sweet lady. Touch yourself.”

😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 FINE, RAT

“That's it, sweetness,” Gwayne grunted, shifting so he could watch your face as you came. “Come for me, right on my cock.”

what an EGOTISTICAL MANIAC TALKING ABOUT MEMEMEMEM AND MY COCK

ok AND RAAHHH BASHING MY HEAD AGAINST THE WALL

His bow shaped lips were parted. His chest heaved.

IM SO NORMAL ABOUT HIS LIPS I PROMISE

The shape of it reminded you of how the beacon on the Hightower looked when alight. Green emeralds the size of your thumbs arranged in three seven pointed stars connected to a chain of intricate silver swirls. The two stars on either side of the middle contained a ruby at their hearts, while the centre one, and the larger of the three, framed a diamond, larger than any you had ever seen.

OHHH THATS SO PRETTY THE WAY I NEARLY WROTE A FIC ABOUT GWAYNE FUCKING HER IN A NECKLACE

THE PART WHERE HE WAS WHINING ABOUT HER NOT RIDING HIM RIGHT DISAPPERED BUT

DAFAQ DO YOU KNOW ABOUT RIDING YOU JUST SIT ON A HORSE FUCK U

Sweet Favours

Pairing - Gwayne Hightower/Lady-in-Waiting!Reader Warnings - Nice, hot smut, mild choking, fingering, some riding, gwayne being cocky, a little bit of fluff, tourneys and jousting, a little bit of blood, reader is not described in any detail other than being of House Mullendore of Uplands Summary - “If I might request a favour, my lady.” “Hmm, and what sort of favour would that be, good knight.” “Mayhaps, a sweet kiss from those lovely lips, dear lady.” Word count: 4732

A/N - Wow. I genuinly cannot believe I have finished this. I started it not long after Ser Gwayne Hightower graced our screens, and it is now, what? two? three weeks later? I would like to thank my hype-people: @thenameswinter99 whose reactions to my tiny excerpts made my day, @barbieaemond, Liv my partner in crime who has assisted in fanning the flames with this fic, and @just-some-random-blogger. We will continue to torture you with gifs. Accept it. This is your life now. And also to @ewanmitchellcrumbs for beta reading. Dividers are mine own. It is possible there will be a part 2.  (the fic will be up on AO3 shortly. Use the link in my masterlist)

Good weather for a tourney, you thought. Nary a cloud in the sky, the bright sun beating down on the cobblestone path leading to the arena. The sounds of blades being sharpened and hammers striking on metal. There was a buzz of excitement in the air. It had been some years since Oldtown had hosted a tourney of its own. But now, the seats had been cleaned, the lords box furnished. Bunting linked building to building along the narrow streets of Oldtown. 

It had been some years since you, as lady-in-waiting to Lady Lynesse Hightower, had last attended a tourney. You peeked out of the carriage, watching as people streamed towards the arena, some carrying flags in every shape and colour. 

A raven had arrived from Kings Landing a month ago, bearing the news that the Queen, Alicent Hightower, cousin of your lord, had given birth to another son, Aemond Targaryen. Lord Ormund had decided to host a tourney in his honour, although none of the royals, nor their immediate vassals, were able to make it.

The carriage stopped at the entrance to the stadium. You stepped out of the carriage, graciously accepting the hand of the squire waiting, lifting your skirts to keep them out of the dirt on the streets. Your lady followed behind you.

A handsome young knight stood at the entrance. You smiled, admiring his pleasant features, the warm blue eyes, the bow shaped lips, soft golden hair.

“Good morrow, cousin,” Lady Hightower greeted.

“Good morrow, my Lady,” the knight responded. “Perfect day for a joust, is it not?”

“It is,” Lady Lynesse concurred. “I wish you luck, good cousin, at the lists.”

“Thank you, my Lady.”

Ser Gwayne bowed, stepping aside to let the lady pass. 

As you passed him yourself, curtseying briefly, he put out a hand to stop you.

“A moment, Lady Mullendore.”

You followed him inside, cloistered in a hidden alcove right by the doors. 

“If I might request a favour, my Lady.” He had that grin on his face that suggested his thoughts were anything but innocent. Not that the way he said ‘my Lady’ had you thinking innocent thoughts either, as you clenched your thighs together at his words.

“Hmm, and what sort of favour would that be, good knight?” you said, smiling sweetly. 

“Mayhaps, a sweet kiss from those lovely lips, dear lady.”

“Oh, you are most bold, good ser,” you giggled, feeling your cheeks redden at his words. And that little smirk that he always seemed to have plastered on his face. Seven save you, you loved that smirk.

A small group of people squeezed past the opening you were concealed in. So you stretched up, and planted a soft kiss on his cheek. Then you turned away to rejoin your lady.

A hand grasped your arm, pulling you back into the shadows.

“Gwayne!” you chastised. “I must return to my-”

His hand snaked around your waist, tugging you up against his body. A single finger lifted your chin, angling your face towards his, and he stared hungrily at your lips. He bit his lip, moving his hand to grasp your chin, running a thumb over your parted lips.

“Not that sort of kiss,” he whispered, seductively.

Then his lips were on yours. This was no gentle kiss, like the ones exchanged so early in the mornings. Sweet it was not. He pulled your face to his, pushing his tongue into your mouth. His hand tightened at your waist. 

Your hands stretched up, tangling themselves in his soft, golden hair. Your heart pounded in time to the movements of his tongue. He tasted of the sweet wine he liked, probably drinking small amounts to calm his nerves before the joust. 

He pushed forwards, backing you into a wall, completely devouring your mouth., pressing the evidence of his own arousal into your thigh. A moan escaped you. Seven save you, this kiss…

He pulled away abruptly, swiping his thumb over your lips again before departing with a satisfied smirk on his face.

He vanished so quickly, it took a moment for your body and mind to catch up. You raised a hand to your lips, remembering the passionate way he claimed them. 

Voices sounded just outside, and you remembered where you were.

Lady Hightower would be looking for you. You could only pray she had no idea what you had just been doing. You straightened your skirts and hair as best you could, and made your way to the Lords’ box overlooking the arena.

“Where have you been?” she snapped as you hurriedly entered and found your seat.

“My apologies, my lady,” you muttered, but she had already looked away.

You sat in the front row. Whether that was a blessing or a curse, you did not yet know.

From here, you could see everything. You would be able to see if he was hurt. Or killed.

You did not want to dwell on it. 

The knights paraded and preened. You knew half of them were not worth the armour they wore. 

“The Tyrells sent a measly bunch,” Lady Lynesses muttered to another lady. You did not disagree. 

“Hmm, it does not look like we will have much entertainment, my Lady,” another woman said.

You ignored them and watched as the jousts commenced. However, they were not wrong.

In the very first tilt, a young Tyrell squire not only knocked his opponent off his horse, but himself as well. Later, a Blackbar knight cuffed himself round the head with his own mace.

A measly lot indeed.

A brief lunch of venison was served. No sign of any of those veteran knights yet, though. 

By the afternoon, you were bored. The morning had been relatively uneventful, lunch equally so. You were eager for the new round of tilts to begin. And to see who would be crowned the Queen of Love and Beauty.

A few unimpressive knights rode out, bashing each other.

Finally, he rode out, sat proud atop that big black horse of his. His helmet was off, tucked under his arm, letting his golden hair shine in the sunlight. He held his lance in the other hand, meaning all that kept him on that horse were those strong thighs of his. You flushed, thinking of how it felt to have those thighs under you as you rode him into oblivion.

He rode twice around the arena, scanning the crowds. His eyes searched for you. Finally, he stopped in front of the box, beckoning you over with a movement of his head. You stood to lean against the barrier keeping you from falling onto the sand below.

“May I ask that you grant me your favour, Lady Mullendore?” he said, a graceful smile dancing across his face. You did not see the sour look Lady Hightower directed at you.

“Unfortunately, good ser, my favour is only given to those who will win,” you teased.

“Then I suppose it is a good thing I will win this tourney, then, my Lady,” he assured.

You giggled, taking your favour from the arm of your chair. He tilted his lance towards you and you dropped the favour along its length. He nodded his head in thanks and rode off again.

He prepared himself for the first tilt, putting on his silly helmet - you always giggled when he wore it. 

His opponent prepared himself similarly, some knight of House Florent. A cousin, perhaps?

You held your breath as they charged towards each other. You knew Gwayne had been injured previously in jousts. He was well now, but still, you worried. 

You wanted to look away, but you could not tear your gaze away from these two men, charging towards each other, lances held at the ready.

There was a crack, and the Florent knight went flying off his horse, landing with his legs at strange angles on the ground.

Gwayne rode a victory lap as the young knight was carried off to the maester’s tent.

As his next opponent struggled to get on his horse, Gwayne nodded to you, promising you victory. 

He unhorsed every opponent he faced with practised ease. Downing the ones that dared to try for victory on the ground. He certainly was bashed a few times, almost, almost, downed from his horse at others. But today it seemed the Gods themselves too had blessed him with their favour. 

The final tilt, however, you would deny you were terrified. For now he faced your own uncle, Ser Paxton Mullendore, a hardened veteran of many a battle and many a tourney. In fact, he was near undefeated, and would tell anyone who would listen that the only man to successfully unhorse him had been Daemon Targaryen at the Heirs Tourney some years ago. Gwayne too had been there, and Daemon too had unhorsed him. 

Suffice to say, you feared for him. 

You could see Ser Paxton glaring at him, and the favour on his lance. He knew it was yours, and he was displeased. 

Ser Paxton pulled down his visor and charged. Gwayne too. You gripped the hands of your chair tightly, hardly daring to breathe.

The crash of lance on shield. Gwayne barely clung to his horse, his lance in pieces.

They went in for a second charge.

Another crash.

This time it was Ser Paxton who fell. He immediately called for his sword. His pride would not allow Gwayne to win so easily. In fact, he often boasted of how he was better with his sword than atop a horse. Ser Paxton wielded a mighty mace, the sort of one you had seen bend swords and smash armour such that it looked as though a dragon had landed on their chests. 

You clung tighter to the decorative arms of your chair, eyes wide and fearful.

Gwayne did not notice, still holding his shield, arms wide and savouring his victory.

Paxton swung his mace.

“Gwayne!” you screamed. He turned to find a mace flying towards his head and ducked at the last moment.

Your relief was short-lived, as Paxton swung again, shattering Gwayne’s shield to splinters, your brave knight falling to the floor.

He dodged again and again, crawling towards the wooden barrier in the middle.

As Paxton smashed through the fence, Gwayne stuck his foot out, tripping up the large, mace-wielding man.

Ser Paxton fell to the ground unmoving. You gasped, staring in horror even as the crowd cheered. Even Gwayne was concerned, his fingers digging through the neck piece, trying to find a pulse.

Suddenly, Paxton jerked, sitting up. You breathed a sigh of relief. He and Gwayne seemed to talk for a moment before the latter pulled the former to his feet.

You smiled and clapped, overjoyed that both were alive.

Gwayne helped your uncle to the maesters, before mounting his horse once again for a victory lap. He was handed back his lance, now adorned with the wreath of yellow roses, the colours of House of Tyrell, their overlords.

He galloped twice around again, the ladies whispering to themselves, “Who will he choose?” He finally stopped in front of you, angling his lance such that the wreath slid down into your lap.

Suddenly, every eye was on you. Murmurs spread around the stadium. Gwayne still sat atop his horse below you, giving a gentle smile and an encouraging nod. 

You ignored the hiss of displeasure from Lady Hightower, and raised the flower crown, placing it on your head. The crowd cheered and clapped, and Ser Gwayne bowed before riding away to have his own wounds seen to.

The tourney over, the audience gathered themselves and prepared to leave.

You rushed off, partly to avoid whatever withering words the other ladies-in-waiting had to say to you, but mostly to avoid the wrath of Lady Lynesse Hightower. The look on her face as you had been crowned the Queen of Love and Beauty was one you hoped to never see again.

You had arrived in Oldtown at ten, ready to serve Lady Lynesse as a lady-in-waiting. But from the moment you were introduced to her by your father, Lord Mullendore, she had shown nothing but contempt that bordered on hatred for you.

When your father presented you, she had her nose up at you and said, “Well, I was not expecting her to be so… plain. I was told you were a great beauty. Perhaps you will grow into one.”

But, according to her, you could do nothing right. In the halls of the Hightower, you were alone and friendless. The other ladies followed Lynesse’ lead and scorned you. You missed your home, Uplands. You missed your family, your father, your mother, your brothers, and uncle Paxton, although he visited often. You sought companionship in the books in Oldtown’s many libraries. You engrossed yourself in the history and giggled as you read books like A Caution for Young Girls as you read it in the privacy of your chambers. 

It was when you were eight-and-ten that you attracted the attention of Ser Gwayne Hightower, your Lady’s cousin and the son of King Viserys’ Hand. 

Initially, you had waved it off as just some silly pacing fancy, after all, knights had that all the time. After all, as your lady said, cruelly, “What man could possibly want such a plain girl as you?”

But he was honest in his interest, and the two of you began to court, secretly of course. Lady Hightower would have a fit, and she was most fond of suggesting other women for him, though he always refused.

It was on the night of your twentieth name day that he took you into his bed. He was careful, and gentle, and everything you had imagined and more. The both of you knew Lady Hightower would never let you wed, so these stolen, secret moments were all you had.

You loved him, you knew it. How could you not when he was gentle, and kind, and every bit the knight he was painted to be?

What you did not know, however, was if he felt the same about you. He may call you, “my love,” but that was not the same.

You quietly made your way to Gwayne’s chambers. It would not do if you were caught together. Lady Hightower would use it as an excuse to get rid of you. It simply was not worth the same and disgrace that would fall on your family.

Today, he had already gone too far. You intended to tell him as much. Kissing you just before the tourney in an alcove where anyone could’ve peeked in and seen you? Crowning you Queen of Love and Beauty in front of thousands?

Perhaps, though, you would scold him after you lay with him. As dangerous as that kiss was, it had left you unsatisfied and wanting for more. And it would butter him up and make him more agreeable to slowing down.

You walked in, expecting to find the room empty, only to see Gwayne standing with his back to the door, sipping some wine. You spotted his armour peeking out of a chest to the side of the wine table.

He turned as the door closed, his eyes darkening as he beheld the low dress you wore. You had been tugging it down as you made your way here.

He was still wearing his green woollen tunic that he wore under his armour. The buckles were undone, as was the loose linen shirt he wore under that.

He took another sip of wine, tilting his head as he admired you. He placed the glass back on the table, and took a step towards you.

You were withering under his heated gaze, but you stood firm. He liked to tease. Now it was your turn.

“I was going to wait for you,” you said, the corners of your plush lips lifting flirtatiously. “I was thinking I’d lay naked in your bed.”

Gwayne smirked. “Such a shame, then, that I’m already here. It would have been a most delectable sight to behold.”

That way he said delectable, pronouncing every syllable, had you biting your lip an effort not to moan. A wave of need coursed through you..

He stepped towards you again, still giving you that smirk that made you want to rip your clothes off and let him give you exactly what you longed for.

“Perhaps I’ll leave and come back later, leave early from the feast,” you whispered, all desire to tease rushing out of you. You did not know how much longer you could keep this up.

“It would be a shame if you had to walk all the way back down, leaving me here alone and wanting for you,” he rasped, his voice going deep with desire.

“Like the way you left me earlier.” You tried not to moan as you felt his breath on your neck.

“Would you touch yourself while naked in my bed?” he hummed, a hand ghosting over your cheek. “Would you pleasure yourself, imagining that it was my cock that brought you to peak?”

You no longer knew words. Seven save you from this man and his vile tongue that made you feel nothing but insatiable lust. 

“And would I then arrive, finding you covered in a sheen of sweat, and then would I plunge myself inside your sweet cunt until the only thing you can remember is my name?”

You let out a whine at his words. He teased you relentlessly, barely touching you. You reached out to grasp his solid arms, trying to pull him closer. You wanted him to touch you, badly. 

“Gwayne,” you whine, the heated tension becoming unbearable.

“Yes, sweet lady?” he says, licking his lips. “Is it all too much, this teasing? Not unlike the way you have teased me all day wearing a dress such as this.” He tugs on the laces on the front of your dress making you gasp. “What is it, my love?” he says as he ghosts his lips over your neck again. You let out an aching whine. You were desperate for him to do anything, anything but keep on talking. “What? You want me to stop?” he says. Yes. You wanted him to stop teasing you with his filthy words. You wanted him to push you on his bed and strip you of your restrictive clothing. You wanted him to fuck you mercilessly until all you know is his cock. He chuckled darkly, seeing your pained expression. “Look at you, so needy.” You whimpered again. He finished unlacing your gown, finding you wearing no corset or smallclothes underneath it. You gulped, feeling the sensitive tips of your breasts brush against the cloth of your dress with every breath. “Oh, you naughty lady, wearing nothing under such a dress.” 

You give up. You can’t take it anymore. You need to touch him. You need him to touch you.  You grab his face between your hands and pull it to yours. The kiss is messy and filthy, and oh so terribly brief. He pushed you off him, holding your face between his hands, panting just as wildly as you. You whined desperately, straining to pull him back

“You shouldn’t have done that,” he growled.

Then he pounced. He tore the dress off your shoulder letting your breasts free. He gripped your face and pulled your lips back together. He shoved his tongue into your mouth, hot and wet. You shimmied out of your dress, leaving yourself bare. He cupped his hands around your behind, squeezing as he lifted you up and spread your legs around his waist. You ground against his clothed cock, sighing into his mouth as little sparks of bliss shot through you.

He carried you to the bed, divesting himself of his tunic, still continuing his relentless assault of your mouth. He withdrew gently, a stark contrast to the violent way he had kissed you, resting his forehead on yours. 

“Touch me,” you whispered, tugging at his shirt, silently begging him to take it off. 

He ignored your tugs, and latched his lips to the peak of your breast, as his hand worked its way between your legs, gently brushing your pearl. You moaned loudly, fingers clenching the silk sheet beneath. His fingers were pure heaven. You pulled again at his shirt, as his fingers entered your cunt, opening you up for him, skillfully brushing the spot inside you that made you keen. You clutched his arms, your nails digging into the flesh leaving angry red marks.

“Fuck, my love, you feel so good and wet,” he panted, trailing hot, wet kisses to your neck. “Fuck yourself on my fingers, sweet lady.”

And you did. You rode them, broken moans and whimpers spilled out of you. Your peak washed over you quickly, his fingers pumping in and out of you, drawing it out. 

He didn’t give you long to recover from the intensity of your peak. He allowed you to pull his shirt off, revelling in the pale expanse of muscle, and the few scars that litter his chest and stomach. You pressed a few kisses to the ones on his chest before he pushed you back down and started untying his breeches. 

“Keep yourself wet for me, sweet lady. Touch yourself.”

You moaned, doing as he says and letting your fingers gather up the wetness from your centre, preparing yourself for him.

He pushed his breeches down revealing his beautiful cock, hard and red. You took your hand, slick with your juices and pumped him a few times. But when you went to put it inside, he stopped you, sitting up further, leaving his cock far away from where you craved to sheethe it.

“Ah ah ah,” he tutted. “Only good, sweet ladies get to be fucked. Have you been good, sweet lady?”

“Yes,” you moaned. “Please, Gwayne, please, I've been good.”

He continued to stroke his cock, right in front of you. You groaned. He so loved to torment you like this. “Have you? Really?”

“I've been good, Ser. Please, let me have your cock, Ser!” You babbled, delirious with need, your hands reaching out for him. 

“Hmm, I suppose you have been,” He said, and suddenly leaned forward and slid his cock into your drenched cunt. 

You moaned in unison. The walls of your cunt stretched to accommodate him. Gwayne was by no means large, but he always seemed to fill you up perfectly. It was heaven, finally having him inside.

He gave you a moment to adjust, waiting for you to nod that you were comfortable, before he seized a hand, holding it above your head and pounded into you, mercilessly. 

Your breasts bounced, brushing your sensitive nipples on his chest. Wanton moans spilled out of you now. Every thrust of his cock hit the perfect spot inside you.

“That's it,” he whispered into your ear, lightly biting the flesh below it. “You feel so good, my dear, squeezing my cock like that.”

All coherent words had left you, and you could only babble in agreement. 

“Gods you feel so good, such a sweet, wet little cunt.”

Your moans grew louder, and you clung hard to his shoulders. You probably left nail marks in his back, but you were too lost in your pleasure to care. 

The walls of your cunt fluttered, signifying that you were close. Your moans became louder and higher in pitch. 

“That's it, sweetness,” Gwayne grunted, shifting so he could watch your face as you came. “Come for me, right on my cock.”

He brought a hand between you, rubbing your pearl. 

Your walls clenched around him as you screamed, you back arching. 

He wrapped a hand around your neck, holding you down as he fucked you through your peak, his own quickly following as he spilled inside you. 

He collapsed on the bed next to you.

You both lay there for a moment, catching your breath. You rolled over to look at him. He never looked more beautiful than he did in this moment. A sheen of sweat covered his forehead and chest. His bow shaped lips were parted. His chest heaved.

You loved him. There was nothing else. You loved how he looked in the moments after. 

You lay on your sides, facing each other. Your hands entwined as you stared deep into each other's eyes. His were blue, like the sea, and always glinted with mischief. 

“I have something for you,” he rasped. His voice was always delightfully husky after you fucked. You loved it, and the way it left you wanting for more.

“Gwayne,” you sighed, “we can’t.” 

This was a rule established early on, no gifts to be exchanged, and today, he’d already broken it, gifting you the flower crown. 

“No one will know it was from me,” he insisted. You took one look at his pouty face, his eyes wide and pleading. He knew how to make you melt, and melt you did. He just looked so sad, like a puppy pleading for pets.

“Fine,” you conceded. 

He smiled wide, and rolled over to grab something from the bedside table. He brought out a box. It was wide and flat, covered in green leather with silver hinges and clasp.

You sat up a little, leaning on your elbow, and took the box from him. 

You opened the box and gasped. Inside was the most exquisite necklace you’d ever seen.

The shape of it reminded you of how the beacon on the Hightower looked when alight. Green emeralds the size of your thumbs arranged in three seven pointed stars connected to a chain of intricate silver swirls. The two stars on either side of the middle contained a ruby at their hearts, while the centre one, and the larger of the three, framed a diamond, larger than any you had ever seen.

“Oh, Gwayne, it’s beautiful.”

He smiled. “Let me help you put it on, my love.”

You turned slightly, lifting your hair as he clasped it around your neck. You turned back to look at him, adjusting the way it lay across your chest.

“Hmm,” he hummed, openly staring at the way the centre charm sat right between your breasts, pointing downwards. “I think I rather like it too.”

You giggled, trying to ignore the heat that spread through your body at his words, and his gaze. You could now understand why it was designed the way it was.

“I think I’d like to fuck you wearing that necklace,” he said. “Hmm, perhaps I’d like you to ride me, so I can watch it bounce on those pretty breasts of yours.”

You bit your lip at his filthy words, heat already pooling in your gut. 

He gripped your hips, and you squealed as he lifted you onto his thighs, cock half hard already.

He plunged his hand between your legs, groaning at the feeling of your wetness. 

“Ride me, my sweet lady,” he commanded.

You gave his cock a good few pumps, before you sunk down, moaning at the stretch. His hands dug into your hips as you began to move, circling your hips.

You went slowly at first. Gwayne seemed to groan in frustration at your pace. You grinned, knowing how much you teased him now.

“I do not think this is quite riding me, sweet lady,” Gwayne grunted beneath you. He smacked your behind, the sharp pain and pleasure of it making you cry out. “Come now, love, ride me. Fuck yourself on my cock and let me watch those gorgeous sweet tits of yours.”

You did as he commanded, quickening your pace and truly fucking yourself on him. 

Your tits bounced, the necklace clinking with the movement. You moaned, relishing in the way his cock felt. 

He reached his hand up, cupping your bouncing breasts and letting your vigorous movements rub your sensitive nipples on his thumb. 

Your walls clenched around him. Your peak was approaching, fast. 

“That's it, love,” he groaned. “Fuck!”

You threw your head back as your peak washed over you, your pace stuttering as you attempted to ride him through it. 

He gripped your hips and rutted into you, a fourth peak closing in so soon after the last. 

You peaked, feeling his seed coat the walls of your cunt as you screamed his name and collapsed on his chest.

[cryptic-paw]

A Rambling

What is wrong with me?

The strain on my brain is starting to be unbearable

My life is one, sick, twisted game

I feel the longing and desire

I want to see blood, everywhere blood

PAINT THE WORLD RED

He would want it like that

I must make him proud to call me his Harley Quinn

They only see me smiling on the outside

What they don’t know is that I’m not always smiling on the inside

I cry black tears, but I bleed red blood

What am I?

A FREAK?

The voices keep telling me things

They fight with each other and with me

A big tug-of-war

I am she, she is me, she is also me, he is he, but she is not she and I am not he

My core feels like it’s gonna EXPLODE

Something is there that has not been there before but has existed there and hasn’t been back in quite a while

Hardly anyone understands this pain and SUFFERING

A string has been tied to my limbs

Most people don’t have “the potential”

How could they?

They’re 100% SANE

They can’t know the feeling of not knowing if one’s self is a pawn, that the weight of the air is TORTURE, that no matter how hard you bang against the white padded walls, you can’t escpe, especially when you realize your arms are in a fucking STRAITJACKET

So much a curse as it is a gift

Insanity is the only true clarity

What happens when two come together and the mentality of one is questioned by the other?

I mean this both ways

What if one was a bit overwhelmed or surprised by the extreme and compulsive obsessiveness of the other, and in that reaction, the other in turn was beginning to worry that she was the more psychotic?

What if she secretly hoped that HE would happen to be the more insane and unstable one?

What if she wanted to be shown up by more psychotic and hellish ideas than the ones she forms in her mind everyday?

What if, for a change, she could actually be UNDERSTOOD?

She only ever wanted to find her match, her perfect soul to share, her Mr. J

She knew he would be perfect in all his imperfections

There would be pain , would be hurt; she knew that

And within the abuse and psychosis and chaos that…

THAT’S where she finds love

This may seem to the sane a most bizarre method of finding their one and only

Then again, she isn’t exactly the definition of “normal” or “sane”

All she ever wanted was to find HIM

Love HIM

Share insanity with HIM

Learn from HIM

Spread chaos with HIM

But ultimately?

To have him be able to know, understand, and warp her thoughts

The sad fact?

She would let it happen

To butt out the auto-pilot and let him CONTROL

There’s no escaping what’s inside you

I learned that when I let IT take over

Not only is hell in my mind, it’s everywhere I go

Reality chooses to ignore it, but I know it’s there

It’s ALWAYS there, whether you choose to believe it or not

If you have IT, then you see it

That’s why so many people are oblivious, the sane ones

They’re disgusting

So stupidly ignorant and blinded to the fact that is staring right into their dumbass eyeballs!!!

And yet, they’ll never be able to know because their brains prevent it from happening

It makes it so much more satisfying to smash their skulls or pump their guts with lead

You see, IT chooses you before you’re even born

All you have to do is find it and ACCEPT IT INTO YOUR BEING

But when you think there must be someone, ANYONE, out there who’s just like you, you’re always brough back to

ISOLATION

As as it suggests, it gets...so...lonely

Sure, you’re separated from the rest of the world

The only true world is in your head

Reality is just a buncha fakers

But your mind is also separated

At first, it’s interesting, messing with your psyche...until it begins to TORTURE you

Especially when no one knows but you, it’s hard

REAL. FUCKING. HARD.

No one to turn to...THAT, my dear risky reader, is true hell

HELL HELL!!!

And there’s no escape

Not for anyone

Not even to your nearest loved one…

It hurts

I hurt

And they keep screaming at me from inside

HELL HELL HELL HELL HELL HELL HELL HELL HELL

[crypticpawpoems]

A Rambling

What is wrong with me?

The strain on my brain is starting to be unbearable

My life is one, sick, twisted game

I feel the longing and desire

I want to see blood, everywhere blood

PAINT THE WORLD RED

He would want it like that

I must make him proud to call me his Harley Quinn

They only see me smiling on the outside

What they don’t know is that I’m not always smiling on the inside

I cry black tears, but I bleed red blood

What am I?

A FREAK?

The voices keep telling me things

They fight with each other and with me

A big tug-of-war

I am she, she is me, she is also me, he is he, but she is not she and I am not he

My core feels like it’s gonna EXPLODE

Something is there that has not been there before but has existed there and hasn’t been back in quite a while

Hardly anyone understands this pain and SUFFERING

A string has been tied to my limbs

Most people don’t have “the potential”

How could they?

They’re 100% SANE

They can’t know the feeling of not knowing if one’s self is a pawn, that the weight of the air is TORTURE, that no matter how hard you bang against the white padded walls, you can’t escpe, especially when you realize your arms are in a fucking STRAITJACKET

So much a curse as it is a gift

Insanity is the only true clarity

What happens when two come together and the mentality of one is questioned by the other?

I mean this both ways

What if one was a bit overwhelmed or surprised by the extreme and compulsive obsessiveness of the other, and in that reaction, the other in turn was beginning to worry that she was the more psychotic?

What if she secretly hoped that HE would happen to be the more insane and unstable one?

What if she wanted to be shown up by more psychotic and hellish ideas than the ones she forms in her mind everyday?

What if, for a change, she could actually be UNDERSTOOD?

She only ever wanted to find her match, her perfect soul to share, her Mr. J

She knew he would be perfect in all his imperfections

There would be pain , would be hurt; she knew that

And within the abuse and psychosis and chaos that…

THAT’S where she finds love

This may seem to the sane a most bizarre method of finding their one and only

Then again, she isn’t exactly the definition of “normal” or “sane”

All she ever wanted was to find HIM

Love HIM

Share insanity with HIM

Learn from HIM

Spread chaos with HIM

But ultimately?

To have him be able to know, understand, and warp her thoughts

The sad fact?

She would let it happen

To butt out the auto-pilot and let him CONTROL

There’s no escaping what’s inside you

I learned that when I let IT take over

Not only is hell in my mind, it’s everywhere I go

Reality chooses to ignore it, but I know it’s there

It’s ALWAYS there, whether you choose to believe it or not

If you have IT, then you see it

That’s why so many people are oblivious, the sane ones

They’re disgusting

So stupidly ignorant and blinded to the fact that is staring right into their dumbass eyeballs!!!

And yet, they’ll never be able to know because their brains prevent it from happening

It makes it so much more satisfying to smash their skulls or pump their guts with lead

You see, IT chooses you before you’re even born

All you have to do is find it and ACCEPT IT INTO YOUR BEING

But when you think there must be someone, ANYONE, out there who’s just like you, you’re always brough back to

ISOLATION

As as it suggests, it gets...so...lonely

Sure, you’re separated from the rest of the world

The only true world is in your head

Reality is just a buncha fakers

But your mind is also separated

At first, it’s interesting, messing with your psyche...until it begins to TORTURE you

Especially when no one knows but you, it’s hard

REAL. FUCKING. HARD.

No one to turn to...THAT, my dear risky reader, is true hell

HELL HELL!!!

And there’s no escape

Not for anyone

Not even to your nearest loved one…

It hurts

I hurt

And they keep screaming at me from inside

HELL HELL HELL HELL HELL HELL HELL HELL HELL

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[born-to-qvit]

god i hate stan twt so fucking much, there's always drama going on

[sluttyyrose]

i hate feeling so full of rage and disappointment all the time.

[death---dealer]

Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez Headcanons. ( Part One. )

IDK MAN. I don’t know how many parts this is going to be but uhm. Please enjoy, likes and reblogs are always appreciated as is feedback! These are long as heck, counting in at over 2k words. Pls let me know if u are interested in more! I have many thoughts. Warnings: Mild Violence, language. 

Grimmjow x Reader. ( Fandom: Bleach. ) 

Grimmjow didn't realize just how important smell was in the sense of attraction. He knew what it was in battle, to smell the adrenaline, the anger and the desperation for a win. He knew what it was in everyday life, smelling fear from lower ranking arrancars when he was in their presence. But, from the first moment he met you, your scent has been etched into the back of his nose, taunting him that he can’t just rip you open to smell your blood, begging him to touch you without any words.

You felt like breathing was suffocating. Holding your breath did nothing but set your lungs on fire, you knew that but you felt like you had to as your back hit against a sandy wall, two hands coming up to encapsulate your face from moving either direction. You had to look at him, he was forcing you. Look at me or die, his actions told you. “You better not make my life hell,” That didn't need to be said but it was grinding to hear, “Stay out of my way. And I might not have to kill ya.” A squeak rose from your chest and his blue eyes narrowed as eye contact was finally accomplished. He was striking - teal strips under his eyes that only served to narrow his already intimidating gaze, the shattered hollow mask on the side of his face with razor sharp teeth that glistened when he moved his head, silky blue hair that framed his pale face almost perfectly. Your eyes met once again after you studied him up close, a shockwave sending shivers down your spine when his spiritual pressure spiked. Intentionally. Swallowing, your knees buckled beneath the weight of your body and you slid down the wall as all your energy was brought to a halt. He followed you without hesitation, grabbing the front of your shirt and assuring you stayed on your own two feet by hoisting you upwards. The teeth of his hollow mask were nothing compared to the set that showed when a smile spread across his defined features. It was twisted and maniacal, like if you crossed him he’d bring you forward and smash you through the wall. An invisible threat that was very much a real possibility. “Ya understand what I’m sayin’, or are ya stupid? You nodded. Before you knew what was happening, you were jolting forward, your face mere centimeters away from his. Your hands flailed backwards in some attempt to stop the movement, but that was in vain. His power tore through you and your arms were grasping at his as he still held you up by your bunched up shirt. This intimidation tactic backfired almost immediately. Cerulean eyes widened, but only a fraction and Grimmjow knew you were unable to tell his reaction to getting the sudden… Dare he say a whiff of your natural scent. For a fraction of a second, it felt like his entire body would jump out of his skin. Sweat, pouring from almost every nerve of your body, fear searing its way down your spine, exhilaration… All things he knew the smell of but this was something new, something almost sickly to him. There was something there, something the panther couldn’t quite put his finger on. His eyes peered down. In the position he had you in, the skin of your neck and clavicle were on display for him. If he focused enough, he was sure to see your heartbeat through one of the veins running deliciously down your neck. Oh, in this moment all he wanted was to press his tongue there and to put a taste to what he was smelling.  Grimmjow drew a loud breath in, almost to the point of pain. He could smell your blood riding into every one of his senses, his urge to slam you down in domination almost too powerful to control. The smile that slapped across his face only got more radical when your nails dug into his skin, tearing Grimmjow back to reality. You were pleading with him silently to put you down, to stop this. An instinct he was happy to see since there was no rational explanation for the smell you were rubbing off on him. He’d focus on this instead. “Good to know you’re not a complete imbecile and will fight when you’re threatened.”  His hot breath was overpowering, it cascaded against your face, down your neck and rested uncomfortably on your chest, which was already ablaze from lack of proper breathing. “Save it. You’re in the presence of a King, I don’t blame you for tryin’ to defend yourself but try to keep your claws off of me.” Smack! Your side made vicious contact with the floor below, blue eyes staring down at you with no pity and slight amusement when you gasped. Oh, he loved to hear things like that. “Get changed. You smell disgusting. Like a human.” He spit at you, turning on his heel to finally leave you to his Fracción who stood by silently. You got a glimpse of the number on his back, the hole in his stomach. You didn't know his name, but now knew his number.

In some really strange way, the Sexta Espada thinks pursuing you is a game of stalking his prey. 

To see the movement of your body from the back, the pure hesitation in your steps because he can sense that you know he’s watching you from the shadows, he can smell the fear coming from the way your fingers would expand and then contract nervously, the way you would glance over your shoulder here and there, the stumbling of your feet just to keep yourself upright when you caught lucid sensations of his overpowering spiritual pressure. But, he kept himself from you. His body felt like it was barely at your fingertips to the point that you could feel the sheer heat radiating from him, but you couldn’t see where he was, where he was coming from. In some twisted way, you enjoyed the feeling now that you had experienced it so frequently. “Tch, how easy this is.” He’d think to himself, leaving his spot against the wall as you graciously gifted him with some more movement. There was a pep in the way that Grimmjow followed you. He was excited, eager. Was it stemming from his wanting to be near you? Or was it from his precedent want to destroy you? The blue haired man was genuinely uneasy about why, but whatever it was, it left him nearly purring on the inside to follow you so closely, but not too close. He kept himself on average, far enough away that your human eyes couldn’t detect him. Taking a deep breath, Grimmjow just peers at you silently, cerulean eyes almost searing a hole into the back of your fragile skull that he imagined would be so easy to split open at a moment's spontaneity if he was just a bit too rough. He never would, but the thought entered his train of amusement here and there when his animalistic nature ran rampant. There was anticipation building in his mind at the idea of just sinking his teeth in your neck, nails grinding against your skin, the smell of iron hitting his nose as he tore through your skin and drew blood, and all it would take was a pouncing step… More likely than not though, rather than diving into the indulgence of those thoughts, he’ll stick to slight patience and stalk you for a bit longer. Where was the fun in enjoying a meal without a bit of fun before?

He finds it almost unbearable to have his mask touched or his hollow hole. Though, they’re for two different reasons. 

Having his hollow mask touched means his defense was completely down. Grimmjow isn’t a fan of that- the feeling of being vulnerable. He spent too much time as a Vasto Lorde when it was literally hunt or be hunted, to allow himself to ever feel like that again. So, why was the feeling hitting him deep in his chest? This disgusting feeling, he’d think to himself, his eyes hooded as he nearly glared down at you as your gentle fingers traced an almost absent minded shape against his mask. Against the ridgid bone, not stopping at any of the imperfections he imagined were there. The bumps, the crevices of where bone might have chipped off in the middle of a fight… You didn't seem to mind, you kept going in some sort of sick adoration. What was your deal? Why were you doing this to him? What in that human mind of yours said ‘This is a good idea’? Lips parting, Grimmjow could almost taste you on his tongue, a spike of something seering into his body to replace that heavy feeling of dread that sat at the very bottom of his heart --- well, if he even had one. He wasn’t even taking in any oxygen into his lungs anymore, Grimmjow didn't dare with you this close to him. So willing to touch him, knowing what he could do to you with just the meager flick of his wrist. Was it amusing to touch him like this? Were you having fun? There was no way for him to distinguish what you were thinking which he found frustrating beyond belief. The blue haired Espada often relied on his ability to read movements, it came with his territory, but right now? There was no reading this. You were diving head first into danger. And as demented a thought it was, Grimmjow didn't stop you because he wanted to see how far you would take it. Call it his pride, his ego, selfishness but amusement finally rose in the back of his throat. Human attraction, he figured this was. Or fascination. Or perhaps… Both. His eyes flutter for just a second as you take your time tracing the teeth of his hollow mask, an almost phantom feeling running down his spine. His brain was screaming at him that you were attacking, he had been conditioned to think that at any instant someone was this close to him. There was an appealing curve at the bottom of his mask that cusped beautifully against his sharp jawline; your fingers barely grazed there, his bare skin. Soft… Begging to be touched, to be held… Grimmjow’s head slumped forward, blue hair shifting softly with his movement. You were going to cup his cheek, that was the decision in the back of your mind. Push the envelope. Just a little… more…. Without a moment's hesitation, Grimmjow was grasping at your wrist, hard enough that you knew a bruise would form there in a few hours, yanking you to be his arms length away from him. It was all a blur. One second you were touching him with his willingness leaking from every crevice of his being, and the next, his eyes had shifted to threatening, pupils dilated in anger and stance defensive as he twisted your wrist in his hand, ultimately causing you to squirm in fear that he would break your bone.  Wincing did you no good but it was hard to stop that instinct as you drew a sharp breath in through your nose, eyes widening as you tried desperately to squeak out an excuse, a reason for having done what you did. Nothing managed to come out, you were literally rendered speechless- whether because of the mild pain splitting from your wrist or the fact that Grimmjow had let you touch him for more than a few seconds, both good reasons, but the latter left you yearning for an answer. Which you got, but rather bluntly. “Don’t fuckin’ touch me like that.” He snarled at you, sharp teeth baring themselves right in front of your eyes. “‘M not some fuckin’ stray cat that’ll come running to you because they’re hungry.”  There was hesitation behind his words, but from his face, you didn't dare say or question anything and felt your body slump back down once he let go of you. He was always so quick to turn on his heel and storm away.

His hollow hole is a completely different ball park. It’s a sensitive area as is, and Grimmjow despises having it touched. It’s an intimate part of his body, and there was really no proper way to describe how it felt for him to have it touched. How empty it felt, unsatisfying at times to know that he’d never be completely full. He explained it once, and was eager to end the conversation. “It feels like a scab.” End of story, you never brought it up again after seeing the deposition it put him in.

Curiosity probably got the best of you once before though, Grimmjow quite literally growling at you the moment he realized where your hand was going. Or at least, that’s what it sounded like to you as he snatched both of your hands with only one of his, tugging you unbelievably close to him so you had no way to escape. Gasping, the Sexta found it hard to contain that spring of joy that hit him at your mere reaction. How… human of you. His hot breath scattered across your face as he spoke to you, no joking in the tone he used, “What the hell do you think you’re doing?” “I-I just wanted---” “I know what you wanted,” He couldn’t help but smirk at the suggestion of that sentence but the smirk quickly vanished and there was a pure look of what seemed like malice spliced across his already intimidating features, “What makes you think I’d want you to?”

[modern-vellichor]

On My Nerves

summary: Frank is really getting on your nerves. warnings: gun violence, threats, canon typical violence, explicit, language. a/n: send requests? please? ok thank u <3

You sped down the highway towards the trailer that Frank had gotten you. The radio was as loud as it could be. There were three coffees balanced dangerously on the passenger seat. You missed this life. Simple. Too bad you were friends with Frank.

"You feel that? You know how close I am to killing you?"

Amy sobbed while Frank screamed at her. She felt the barrel of the gun pressing against her ear, Frank pinning her to the floor.

You heard the gun shot as you put the car into park. You had never run faster in your life. You were unarmed, running blindly into the trailer. You pushed past Curtis, jaw dropping as you froze.

"That's your head all over that wall just like that!" Frank screamed.

You jumped into action. It's days like this where you wish you had taken Madani's offer. A nice coastal house in Hawai'i. Sounds good. But no. You had to fight to stay with Frank and you ended up a Castiglione.

You wrestled the gun off of Frank, nearly knocking one of his teeth out in the process. Amy was still sobbing. You forced Frank up against the wall, pressing his own gun into his jaw.

It was days like this where Frank couldn't deny how much he loved you. He often regrets not making you a Castle, too. He had fought to get you a new identity, and Madani just had to spite him. She laughed at him as he flicked through the false documents she had provided, two new birth certificates, two new passports, two new rings and a marriage certificate. You laughed too, but it was out of shock.

"What the fuck were you thinking?"

Frank snapped out of his daze as he felt the butt of his gun being smashed against the side of his skull. This time you pressed it right between his eyes. Frank tried to fight back, but you had the upper hand. You usually did.

"She's a kid, Frank. And you're threatening to kill her?"

"She did it to herself," he grunted.

"Christ, Frank, you're so fucking full of it. If you ever do that to her again, I swear to god I'll spray your brains all over the wall, huh?"

Frank gave you no response. he just stared at you, he was so utterly in love with you. That only made you angrier.

"Everyday I wish I had picked Hawai'i over being a Castiglione, you know that, asshole?" You spat.

"Me too."

You pushed off of him. You turned the safety on and tucked the gun into the waist of your jeans. Your expression softened as you kneeled next Amy. You helped her up and wrapped your arms around her as she cried. You cooed softly until her sobs had died down. You ignored Frank as he dismissed himself. Curtis didn't stick around for long, either, running after Frank.

You wanted to cry. Frank made you want to cry more often then not. Frank didn't cry. When you made a harsh dig at him, he liked to brood. He'd tower over you, silently threatening you. Before the tears could roll down your cheeks, Amy was collapsing into your arms and sobbing. So you held yourself together. You stuck your chin up and forced the tears back.

You stared at your laptop. You weren't looking for anything. You were mindlessly scrolling. Trying to keep occupied. Amy was pottering around the trailer. You paid her no mind.

"I didn't know you and Frank were married."

"We're not," you scoffed. "Thank God."

Amy nodded wordlessly. She didn't understand what went on between you and Frank. If she was an outsider looking in, she would swear you two were in love. All the times you smiled softly at each other, or when he kissed you goodnight, or every bone crushing hug after a close call. But she wasn't an outsider. She wasn't a passerby. She had to witness every time you and Frank fought tooth and nail in this weird power play. She watched every screaming match, every slap in the face, every beer bottle smashed. She heard every violent threat, every dig, every malicious joke that you two threw at each other. And that's how she knew you were in love. Because after everything, after all the bloodshed and murder attempts, you were still together. You were still a Castiglione. You still wore the rings.

When Curtis returned, alone, Amy watched as worry etched its way onto your face. You didn't join Amy as she ate. You just sat in the corner, staring at the screen. Amy watched as you grew restless when Madani joined the pity party.

"What's the deal with those two?" Amy whispered, gesturing towards you.

Madani and Curtis shrugged.

"I think they're in love."

"They get on each other's nerves," Madani explained. "People like that, they'll only ever but heads. They don't like to give up their power. They'll always be fighting for the upper hand. I'm just surprised they haven't killed each other yet."

Madani and Curtis laughed. They humoured Amy for a while, but they didn't believe it. You and Frank were at each other's throats almost constantly. Their laughter died down when you stood up very suddenly. You loaded your gun silently and threw on your jacket.

"Where are you going?" Amy whimpered.

"Stay put."

Those were the only words you could muster as you walked out the door. You searched high and low for Frank. You walked the city all night, and you couldn't find him. You began to give up as the sun rose. You cried silently as you trudged back to the trailer. You called out for Amy. She opened the door for you. Suspicion grew heavy in your gut when the three of them stared at you from the couch. Someone coughed behind you and you reached for your gun. You turned around, and flew off the handle.

Frank stood and you flung yourself at him. You screamed at him and berated him for leaving. Tears streamed down your cheeks as you and Frank argued. It didn't take long for his patience to run out and he began to fight back. Amy watched in mild horror. Your open hands slapped against the kevlar vest as you cried.

"You just fucking left me in this shithole to worry about you, Frank!"

He pinned your arms to your sides and pulled you into his chest. You gave up the fight and went limp in his hold. Madani and Curtis awkwardly stared out the window. Amy was enthralled. Frank kissed your head and you caught your breath. You snaked your arms up and around his neck. You just held each other.

In another life, you and Pete Castiglione were happily married. You lived a black and white life in the suburbs. But here and now, you and Frank Castle were seeped in blood. You were in too far. You can't turn back now. And so you'll shoot your way to paradise, as long as Frank is by your side. Frank led you out of the trailer, shutting the door behind himself. He just wanted some privacy.

He cupped your face in his hands. Your eyes met his. He looked sorry. It was almost pathetic. You felt the false wedding band against your cheek. You dug your heels into the dirt to ground yourself. The tension was almost tangible. It was suffocating. He brought your lips to his. It was sickly sweet. This whole thing was wrong. He was being soft. You missed the Frank that was nothing but jagged edges. You nipped at his lip and he swore. Jagged edges were still lurking. You smiled.

"I'm sorry," he said. "I didn't want you to worry. I didn't want to leave you, either."

"Do me a favour, Castle," you grinned. "Don't tell the kid we kissed."

Frank nodded. He chuckled as he pressed a final, chaste kiss against your lips. Your expressions returned to their naturally solemn frowns as you reentered the trailer. Amy looked worried. You winked at her, offering her an apologetic smile.

"I think you were right," she whispered to Curt. "Maybe they're not in love."

Curt laughed. He shook his head and laughed. He nudged Amy and pointed towards the two of you. You shared a soft look, a sweet look.

"Nah, kid," he muttered. "Those two are fucked."

[white-poppie]

𝐖𝐞 could’ve had it 🅰🅻🅻

Part 1:  S♡ul-mate

Characters: Dabi x Gn! reader  

Genre: ANGST, Soulmate-au

Warnings: blood, death, family issue, gore, violence, vomiting

Writer: @ white-poppie  

A/N: Reader is a civilian, more specifically a medical student with a Claw-quirk. They have retractable claws like lion.

My Hero Academia (僕のヒーローアカデミア)  

They say even hell forgives those who turned due to  pain, but heaven doesn’t let them become the patron saint of someone’s demise. 

So they just linger, hauntingly, between the crevices and cracks of the earth. In places where the freaks rule, in places where people who never truly received love roam.

Dabi shared an uncanny appearance with his mother, he carried her tenderness and her insanity too. They both had the same eyes; exhausted, tired. But his rage, his mother never wore rage--it is something that he got from the wretched old man of his.

The anger that turned him into a monster, a walking morgue.

“Y/n,” he repeated the name like it was a chant. Skin burning where they had touched in the dream; his hands. Those scabbard and blood clad hands. Dream was a different thing, to see an abomination like him in real life? They would run away.

‘I don’t mind Dabi at all, he is just a product of this gangrenous society who failed to protect Touya.’

“Fuck,” he breathed out shakily, hands shivering from the burden of being so vulnerable with someone. 

He walked up to the lavatory, splashing water on his face, he stared at his dull reflection, tired and sleepless, for he was too scared to sleep and face you again, he would rather be awake. But now his body was begging him to rest, limbs straining under the weight of his misery.

He let out a growl and smashed his fist into the mirror. The shimmering shards fell down like cosmic dust in the dark, abandoned motel: his home.

Crimson blood stained his knuckles. He shook his hand and dried it with his towel and climbed in his bed. What is a little blood anyway? The last thing he heard was the sound of his heart palpating against his ribs as he fell into a deep slumber.

“Touya,” he heard his name being whispered like the most tender thing in the world. He could almost feel how their lips parted as they spoke the syllables.

His eyes slowly adjusted to the scene, the marbled background over his head. He was laying down. A presence was beside him, they sat next to him, a watery-smile etched on their face. A little melancholic, a little forced, a little painful.

He sat upright and looked at them, savoring the contour of their face. He wanted to remember all of it like it was something he would see everyday.

“Y/N,” he said, but a faint rasp, his hand automatically cupped their face, thumb rubbing circles on the apple of their cheek.

“You are killing me,” you choked out, “does it bring you joy to see me tormented?”

“No. No, never,” he gulped and shook his head, chest heaving up and down, ”I’m just scared y’know, not used to being so close to someone. To let my walls down.”

“You don’t have to act strong around me,” you pressed your forehead against his, “let your guard down for once, I promise I won’t let anyone hurt you--ever again.”

“Pretty big words coming from a doctor with a villain as a soulmate,” he laughed, his breath hitting your face like the warmth of cocoa on a winter day.

“Villains aren’t born Touya, they are made, and I won’t forgive anyone who did this to you,” you pulled away, but your touch lingered. Your eyes fell on his bloody hand and a gasp left your throat.

You cradled his much larger palm in yours, examining the bruise, “did you hit someone before falling asleep?”

“Something,” he corrected, “punched the mirror.”

You huffed and flicked his forehead, “Idiot, I told you that I would take care of you when others hurt you. Now I have to take care of you when you hurt yourself too.”

His cerulean eyes suddenly fell dead serious. Like gentle lapping of tides against the land, “Y/N..may I...kiss you?” The words felt bitter on his tongue. He was sure you would decline, it had been barely two days you had known him.

“Touya,” you laughed, “why’d you even ask?” His eyes widened in surprised.

“Even though we have known each other for the least time; our souls are entangled, we can never be unloved by each other,” you whispered.

It was euphoric how your lips interlocked perfectly, drawled and soft lingers like a whispered-curse echoing in your mind, making you crave for more. It was like all the circuits in your brain had fused and you were becoming putty under Dabi's gentle caresses.

When he pulled away you didn't feel breathless, it felt so natural that the kiss was supposedly like a gentle gust of air.

You felt the realm fading away, an indicator that your time was up

“I want to meet you in real life,” you answered, “when, Touya?”

“Tomorrow,” he said, “4 PM, near the twilight motel.” Were the last words you heard as you were forced into awareness.

You checked your outfit in the mirror for what seemed like the nth time, heart pulsing in your chest; you were beyond nervous or happy--you were petrified yet elated. Locking the door of your house behind you, you checked the time on your phone-- 3:35 PM, you had enough time to reach.

The abandoned building of twilight motel was a walking distance from your house, you just had to cross through the city centre. 

It was eerie how awfully quiet the area was. You could hear your breath echo from within the surrounding buildings. Where was everyone?

Before you could even let out a scream, you felt yourself being pushed into the glass of one of the buildings, a strangled gasp left your throat and eyes blurred while you tried to focus on what was in front of you.

A hero, oh no. You were caught up in a conflict with no escape. “Run!” the hero shouted just as he suffered another hit from the villain who payed no mind to you. 

Your legs were awfully numb as you tried crawling way from the fight. A little more, towards the main road, then you would be safe. You stood up and picked your pace, ears ringing in fear and desperation. You couldn’t hear the car honk that came towards you, flashing lights that danced in your vision as your eyes widened...

and

then

it 

felt

awfully

warm

Touya was beyond scared when you didn’t come even when it was around 5 PM. His mind revolted yet his legs were carrying him out at this point. This area was clad with lowly scums who would pounce on any docile prey such as yourself.

He checked around the alleys, to find nothing but rats. He went back to his room to get a jacket and covered himself up till his neck, he ran towards the city centre. Eyes meeting with a crowd of unruly passers, all gathered up whispering around something. His heart dropped to his stomach, sweat formed in his hands and yet he walked towards the people, shuffling a bit inside, apologizing for bumping into people.

As he reached the centre of the hoard, bile rose to his stomach and he felt like vomiting. He kept a hand on his mouth to avoid barfing, tremors ran throughout his body and his knees were close to buckling. 

To think the first time Dabi would have seen in you in real life would be the last time too.

People like him don’t deserve a soft epilogue. People like him drag everyone around them, down. Burn to dust. It was his fault, all his fault. He was going to make the heroes pay.

He walked away from the people and saw you being carried into a ambulance. Entering one of the alleys he puked into one of the dumpsters, eyes burning with rage and tears that streamed down. He slid down a wall, sobs echoing from between the walks, hands shivering and throat hoarse from screaming.

Guess some people are just born with tragedy in their blood.

My Hero Academia (僕のヒーローアカデミア)  

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[reniboo]

could you do hcs with bakugo having a bimbo/himbo s/o? <3

HIMBOS AND BIMBOS ALIKE, katsuki bakugo

NOTE; i actually love this idea, and i hope i’ve done your request justice! thank you so much for sending this ask in <3

SYNOPSIS; Katsuki Bakugo might come across as loud mouthed, rude, or even down right mean, but even he can’t help to admit that his himbo/bimbo significant other is simply perfect.

WARNINGS; none!

WC; 1k

whether you're a himbo or a bimbo, Katsuki probably thinks you're the most annoying person he's ever met for a while, sorry.

like everyone else, i think it makes the most sense for you two to have met in UA, where you've obviously made quick friends with Kirishima and Kaminari, because what's two himbos without their third and final himbo/bimbo.

and from this, Bakugo is soon roped into your little group of adorable idiots as the fourth, who's forced to deal with all the shit your trio causes.

mainly because of the one braincell that is shared between you, Kaminari and Kirishima.

it doesn't come as a surprise that he gets angry with you frequently. the boy always has something to be shouting about, especially since he's stuck with the 'trio of idiots' all day everyday.

but when Bakugo starts to settle down, and he's feeling more comfortable in the group he's been made to hang out with, the annoyance towards you turns into adoration, and quickly.

it simply just happened one day.

the angry pomeranian went from straight yelling in your face, probably because you dropped something and it smashed while messing about with Denki in the communal kitchen area, to watching the way your lips pulled into a cute pout, head bent just slightly to the left as you watched him.

his shouts go from echoing across the walls to nothing above a whisper.

but he doesn't allow the change in his tone to be noticeable to others. saying something like, "you know what, i don't care." and walks away with his hands in the air.

from then on, the change in Bakugo's attitude towards you is very noticeable, especially to your other two himbo friends.

Kirishima won't say anything about it, he likes to keep his jokes in his head, where he's ninety-five percent sure Katsuki won't hear him. however, Denki simply will not shut up about it.

he's always complaining about how they get reprimanded for doing something, but you don't.

they use it against Bakugo by doing something, but blaming it on you so that no one gets shouted at.

yeah, he definitely has favorites.

when the two of you eventually get together, and i say eventually because it probably takes you a little bit longer than normal to fully get the hints he sends your way.

oh my god. he's obsessed.

its like an entirely new side of him that you've never seen before. he laughs at the silly jokes you make, he helps you study when you need help with a subject you aren't well-versed in, and he will go ballistic if any of your classmates have the balls to call you dumb or stupid, because those are his names for you and he doesn't want anyone else making fun of you.

and he absolutely loves the himbo/bimbo body that you have.

i really do think that Katsuki's significant other should be a himbo/bimbo, because it would be like a cold splash of water on a hot day for him, the mellow to his hot-headedness, and to be honest, he really needs someone to just wind down with.

someone who isn't expecting him to be this amazingly smart, incredibly strong number one hero, because the only thing you want out of him is to chill out and be happy with you.

onto some more relationship headcanons!

he's definitely the big spoon most nights, but if he's had a bad day, or he's really really tired from training, then he wants nothing more than to be wrapped up in your arms while you talk on and on about the random shit you and Kirishima did, or the stupid prank you and Denki pulled on Momo.

it's the only time he ever truly relaxes.

Bakugo also does like to take part when you Kirishima and Kaminari hang out, because despite what he'd say to anyone else, he really does love his friends and he wants to spend time with them outside of hero training or school hours.

although, for the most part, he does kind of just sit on the sidelines of whatever you three are doing and make loud comments about one of you.

going back to what i said before, Bakugo is so overprotective of you, but in an endearing way.

like, yeah, he can make a joke about you being dumb, stupid or an idiot, because he's joking and you know that. he would never say something like that to you. but when someone else does it?

jeez, they must have a death wish.

sure, you might not be the smartest cookie in the jar, but that doesn't make you an idiot because you know so much about other things.

intelligence isn't just based off one grade on a piece of paper.

and this boy will honest to god defend you in every way when someone does call you stupid.

he has enough proof in the talks you have at night, where the two of you are laying in bed, side by side with a blanket pulled over your legs and one pillow to share between the both of you.

he's twiddling with your fingers, running his palm over the deep lines in your knuckles and the soft skin of your wrists while you babble on about something you read about online, or a documentary you ended up watching.

he's happy to listen to it all, whether it's a new cooking recipe you'll say the two of you should try, but in reality never happens, or the quite gruesome details you heard about in a murder case video you were watching.

it really doesn't matter what you say to him, because he's happy to let you sit and talk yourself to sleep in his arms.

and if you're ever feeling insecure, whether it be about your brains or your body. he's there, and he's going to list off every little thing he likes about you, which might take a few hours.

because he loves his little himbo/bimbo.

[atlasscrumpit]

Just an A.I - part 2

Part 1 here

You learnt that the man in Hydra with you was named Mr. Ray. You began training everyday with him and others in Hydra. Good memories of Tony were gone, all that existed was the bad memories. The hatred, the fights, the neglect, the pain it all boiled into your want to hurt him as much as you could. And destroy your replacement.

"Are you sure you're ready to see Tony again?" Ray asked as he brushed a piece of hair away from your face.

"Of course sir, I want nothing more than to destroy him." You replied making him smile with pride.

"Very good." He said before you grabbed your weapons and suited up.

This was going to be a solo mission, Ray would be seeing everything through a live camera but other than that you were alone.

You got onto your motorbike and headed into the city, it was an hours drive. But it gave you plenty of time to think, think about how much you would destroy Tony. He had destroyed you, he had replaced you, he had lied to you, he was your enemy.

You finally made it to the Avengers tower and smiled. Ray said you didn't need to go in quiet, Tony needed to know you were there. You smashed through the glass and got into the elevator smiling as you did so.

"Avengers! Code red! Someone has broken in!" Friday said as your replacement A.I looked up.

"Sir, I'm ready for any threat." She said as he summoned his suit.

"Good, Kara." He muttered as the rest of the team pointed their weapons at the elevator.

The doors opened to reveal you smiling leaning against the back wall.

"Well, isn't this lovely. You've all come to see me." You said knowing they wouldn't recognise you.

"Who are you and what do you want?" Steve said as you rolled your eyes and licked your lips.

"Hello captain, good to see your lovely face again. If I remember, you were the one who wanted to get rid of me." You said stepping out of the elevator.

"Answer the question." The new A.I, Kara said as you laughed.

"And there she is, my lovely replacement." You replied, they all looked at you in confusion.

"Perhaps I should jog your memories." You said as you stood up straight and put on a fake smile.

"Of course Mr. Stark, I'll do that right away sir, yes I follow your orders, I'm just a dumb replaceable robot." You said in a face voice as Tony's eyes widened.

"Y/N." He whispered while you laughed and looked at him.

"Bingo." You hissed pulling out your gun and quickly shooting Tony in the chest hitting his reactor as you laughed maniacally.

"Bulls-eye!" You shouted before Steve tackled you to the ground, you quickly threw him off you and punched him in the face.

"I'll make all of you pay for what you did to me!" You screamed grabbing your sword, you went for your replacement first.

You were both locked in a heated battle while you fought off the team at the same time.

"You think they actually care about you!? Once you've done everything you can they'll throw you away and replace you. They probably never even mentioned me did they!" You screamed grabbing her head and bringing it down on your knee roughly.

"You stole my heart!" You screamed stomping on her chest before Nat grabbed you and held you back.

"Y/N, please listen to reason." You heard a voice say looking up to see Vision flying in.

"Reason!? You shut me down and ripped my heart out to make this slut!" You shouted breaking free and running towards Vision, he suddenly stopped you and placed his hand on your forehead.

"Remember what you have forgotten." He said as images of the team flashed through your mind. Suddenly you saw an image of everyone gathered around a grave. It had your name on it.

"I know she didn't have a soul like all of us, but she was still a big part of out lives. She deserves a funeral. So we can all say goodbye." Tony said as they all gathered around and placed flowers on your grave. You gasped and stepped back with tears in your eyes.

"Don't believe what they are saying!" Ray shouted in your head as you fell to your knees.

"Let us help you." Vision said placing his hand on your shoulder as you shoved him off you.

"Get away from me." You growled catching your breath back.

"Y/N, we can help you." Steve said as you began to cry.

"N-No you can't. Hydra won't let me leave." You whispered grabbing your gun again.

"I have to kill Tony." You said pointing your gun at Tony on the ground fighting for life.

"No you don't Y/N." You heard Bucky say as you looked over at him.

"I've been there, trust me. You don't want to become like Hydra, you don't have to listen to them. Fight them." He continued as you cried and cocked your gun.

"He destroyed you to build something better, kill him Y/N." Ray growled as you screamed and threw your gun away dropping to your knees.

"I don't want to." You whispered as you felt a blinding pain in your head. You screamed in pain as Vision quickly grabbed your head and pushed Hydra out of your mind.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." You whispered over and over.

"Captain, go get Stephen and Bruce to help Tony. I'll stay here with Y/N and get her into a cell if I need." Vision said as everyone nodded and helped Steve with Tony who had passed out now. Bucky rushed over to you, if anyone knew what you were going through it was him.

"Hey, Y/N. It's ok, they're gone. Hydra isn't here." He whispered kneeling down to you placing his hand on your shoulder.

"I failed everyone." You whispered through your tears.

"No, you didn't doll. We all should have treated you better than we did, you've been gone for over a year now. I can't imagine what Hydra did to you in that time." He said as you grabbed onto his shirt tightly and buried your head on his chest.

"You all saw me as just a robot, but in Hydra I felt like I had a place. I felt like I had power." You whispered as he ran a hand through your hair.

"I know Y/N, we all just saw you as an object. But we shouldn't have, you're a person just like all of us. And Tony will be so happy to see you again, he loves you. It took him so long to just leave his room after you died." Bucky replied, you pulled away and looked at him and Vision.

"Hydra reprogrammed me, I'll always belong to them. I'll always be their puppet." You cried gripping onto Bucky's hand.

"No you won't, Tony can reprogram you. We will all help you." He said as you stood up on your shaky legs.

"Tony will never forgive me." You whispered wiping away your tears.

"He's going to die, and it's all because of me." You cried as Bucky still held onto your hand.

"Stephen and Bruce will help them Y/N. I know Tony will survive." Vision said as you nodded.

"Y-You need to put me in a cell, Hydra will take control again I know they will." You muttered, Bucky sighed but he knew it was the right thing to do.

"I think it's the best thing to do right now." Vision agreed as you nodded and followed them into the elevator.

"Will you let me know about Tony whenever you know how he is?" You asked quietly not looking up at either of them.

"Of course we will Y/N, we'll come visit you as much as we can." Bucky replied making you nod. The elevator doors opened and they led you to the cells as you sighed.

How did everything go so wrong?

—

You had fallen asleep on the bed in the cell. You suddenly awoke to a voice in your head.

"You little bitch. You really think you can escape Hydra? I built you, I programmed you to kill." Ray growled in your head as you chuckled.

"The one thing you did wrong, was give me emotions. Now I can see how fucked up you are, and that the Avengers are the good guys." You growled back.

"Vision showed me the truth." You said making him laugh.

"Such a dumb little thing aren't you? You really think they'll help you after what you did? They'll destroy you and strip you for parts." He hissed as you held your head in frustration.

"Get out of my head, I don't belong to you." You growled hitting your head a little.

"You know you can never make me leave, you belong to me Y/N!" He shouted as you groaned in annoyance.

"Y/N?" You heard a voice say as you looked up to see Bucky.

"B-Bucky, hey. How's Tony?" You asked shaking your head a little.

"He's stable now, Strange says he just need plenty of fluids and rest and he'll be fine." Bucky said as you smiled.

"I'm glad he's ok." You muttered in response, you still felt guilty for what you'd done.

"Is he talking to you?" Bucky asked, you nodded a little and looked away from him.

"Tony won't be able to work on you for a few months, he has too much recovering to do. Steve suggested we keep you in stasis until Tony is back, it's completely your choice Y/N. But we all think it's the safest thing to do." Bucky said as you sighed.

"They're just going to kill you the moment they switch you off, is that what you really want?" Ray asked in your head as you looked up at Bucky.

"Can you promise I'll wake up?" You whispered, Bucky smiled gently and nodded.

"Of course Y/N." He said as you nodded.

"I'll agree to it." You replied. Suddenly your body froze as your eyes widened. Ray was controlling your body, you knew it.

"B-Bucky, he's controlling me." You whispered grabbing your head as you screamed.

"Shit, Friday! Get Vision and Wanda down here!" Bucky shouted backing away as you cried in pain.

Suddenly you stopped and sat up straight smiling.

"The Winter Soldier, look at you now. Hydra's biggest failure." You growled standing up as he glared at you.

"I'm no longer your puppet, neither is Y/N." He said back standing confidently as you chuckled.

"You don't get that choice dear." You whispered staring at him. Vision and Wanda ran into the room as you smiled wickedly.

"Bucky, what's going on?" Wanda asked as they looked at you.

"Hydra is controlling Y/N." Bucky growled lowly not letting his eyes away from yours.

"Perhaps I can push them out again. But I would need to get inside the cell, Wanda be ready to pull me out if anything goes wrong." Vision said as he stood outside the glass and pushed through, fazing through the glass. You smiled and looked him up and down.

"I'm even more advanced then you, do yo really think you can beat me?" You said smirking at him as he tilted his head.

"I think what you lack is knowledge, you use brute force as a weapon. I use knowledge." He said as you leapt for him and he quickly spun you around wrapping his arm around your neck.

"Push them out Y/N." He whispered in your ear as you screamed.

"Get off me!" You shouted grabbing him and throwing him against the glass.

"Hydra is my home!" You shouted as Vision looked up at you.

"Hydra isn't your home Y/N, we are. And we need you to come back to us." Vision replied as you paused.

"Come back." He said again as you fell to your knees and screamed.

"Now Vision!" Wanda said as he ran at you and knocked you out powering your systems off. You fell to the floor unconscious as Vision sighed.

"It's done." He whispered picking up your limb body. Bucky let him out as he looked down at you sadly.

"We'll see you soon Y/N."

—

"Come on doll." You heard a voice say as you groaned and slowly opened your eyes to see Bucky and Tony above you.

Your eyes widened as you sat up and quickly wrapped your arms around Tony.

"Mr. Stark! You're ok." You said hugging him tightly as he chuckled and wrapped his arms around you in return.

"Yeah I am, and now you are. Hydra is officially gone." He said as you pulled away and looked down at your hands.

"I-I'm my own person." You whispered looking up at Bucky as he smiled.

"You're free Y/N."

After Tony had filled you in on everything that had happened while you were asleep you made your way down to the team and saw all of them again.

Many apologising to you for the way they'd treated you in the past. You felt equal for once. Tony had offered you a room and a place in the team but you knew that wasn't what you wanted.

"As much as I want to stay here and be with all of you, I think I'm going to go travel. On my own, find my place in this world, find myself." You said making Tony smile.

"Hey, I'm more then happy to get you a passport and plenty of money." He said a you chuckled.

"Thank you Tony."

—

It had been a week since you woke up, you had a small roller bag and backpack packed. It was time to say goodbye to the team, for now.

"So where to first Y/N?" Steve asked as you smiled.

"I'm thinking Malta, then maybe Paris from there. Then wherever it takes me after that. And Tony, if there's ever an alien invasion or some villain on the loose just call me and I'm here to help." You said hugging Tony tightly.

"Go out and enjoy yourself Y/N, make a life for yourself. And for god sake please send pictures." He said as you smiled and nodded.

"Expect a thousand post cards." You replied making him chuckle.

You said goodbye to the rest of the team before getting into a taxi.

"Bye Y/N!" Tony shouted as you chuckled, you told the taxi driver where you were going and sat back in the seat taking a deep breath in.

"I'm free." 

[house-of-slayterr]

I forgot To Blink:

Part 2 of Blinky’s backstory for @myers-meadow-selfship

Cw: A tiny bit of ableism and verbal abuse, nothing too graphic. (Not me making this a vent fic 🤪)

Blinky’s POV:

We’d been sitting in this musty van all day, Jay insisted on smoking weed without opening a window. I could feel the slight buzz of a second hand high hitting me. But I stayed quiet, not like they would listen anyway. Darla was sat next to me and my brother by her side.

She finally womaned up and asked him out, and I have to say, I don’t know what she saw in him. But he was a little nicer when she was around, and I was grateful for that. Becky was fiddling with the radio, paying whatever popular garbage was current. And Jay drummed his hands against the wheel as he hummed along.

I could feel that familiar dooms day feeling crashing over me. It happened anytime a place got too loud or too stuffy. I thought I was doing a good job at hiding it, but I guess I screwed that up too. Darla turned to me and squeezed my hand lightly.

“You good?” She whispered.

I shook my head.

“Hey Jay, you think we can stop for some fresh air? I’m getting a little cramped back here.” She asked.

I was thankful she didn’t throw me under the bus. It confused me how someone so kind could be attracted to my brother. He barley even paid attention to her when they were together, unless they were making out or having sex. I doubt he even knew her favourite colour. It was obvious it was purple, she wore it almost everyday.

“We’re never gonna make it to the damn beach if we keep stopping.” My brother snapped.

“Relax dude, we need some gas anyways. We’ll just stop up ahead and you can get us more beer yeah?” Jay said.

It was typical the person driving got to make the decisions on a road trip. Or so I’d read. My brother just grumbled. We pulled into a desolate little stop. There were only 4 gas pumps, and the pavement was sun bleached. It’s the type of place you’d typically want to avoid. But right now I would walk face first into a sharks mouth if it meant getting out of this damn car.

I watched as Jay took the keys out of the ignition and stepped unbuckled. He was about to open the door when I spoke up.

“You can’t pump your own gas here, you’ll get a fine.” I warned.

“Oh, thanks.” He said simply, hopping out and heading toward the door to go get someone.

But before he made it across the parking lot, someone was already on their way over. They probably don’t get a lot of visitors. The man had an odd appearance, at least for a day job. He kinda looked like a clown, and I giggled slightly to myself.

“What a freak.” My brother commented.

Reminding me of my already sour mood. He grabbed Darla’s hand and dragged her inside. I followed behind and left Becky in the front seat. Last thing I needed was to be trapped alone in a conversation with her. Talking with her was made me want to smash my head into a brick wall. She only cared about material things, and skin care. One more comment about how I’d look nicer if I just put on some mascara and I was going to rip out all my eyelashes just to spite her. Being seen as “pretty” served me no interest, I didn’t want to attract boys, or any attention really.

I shuffled into the gas station, looking around. It seemed like some sort of gift store, one stop shop combo. Guess it made sense, there wasn’t much for miles. Best to be the store that has everything so you make all the profits. I could feel eyes on me when I entered. I could always tell when someone was watching, it gave that uncomfortable feeling that made your skin crawl. I believe that was what people were referring to when they talked about “goosebumps”. Emotions were hard for me to understand, no one could ever explain them to me.

I tried to ignore it, still calming down from the anxiety of travelling somewhere I didn’t know. I don’t even know why my brother brought me along. I hated the beach and everything it brought with it. The hot sand, the salty water, the slimy stones or seaweed or little fish that caught you off guard. Not to mention the shallow boys doing stupid things to impress girls, but really it’s just a show for their friends. And the half naked girls throwing themselves at any guy with a little muscle. It simply wasn’t my scene. But Mother always insisted I go along with him, hoping I’d make a friend and stop being her problem. That’s all I ever really was to them, a problem.

My eyes landed on some colourful packaging and I stalked over to it. They were sour gummy worms! I loved sour Candy! In my excitement I seemed to forget who I was in the company of a si approached the counter. My brother yelled at me in annoyance and stomped after of the store after paying for his beer. Darla followed after him like a puppy dog. I looked through my pockets to see if I had any money left. Jay left his wallet in the car at the last dinner so I paid for dinner. I had just wanted to leave. I sighed when I realised I didn’t have anything left. My money for the entire trip wasted. As I was about to put it back, the man from behind the counter held out his hand. I looked at him confused.

I attempted to explain to him I didn’t have enough money and was just going to put them back. But it seemed like he wasn’t taking no for an answer. Why was he being so nice? It wasn’t a very smart business move to sell a product for less than it was worth. By the looks of this place, they weren’t making enough money from stray tourists. I sighed handing him my necklace. He could think of it as a tip, he seemed like a hard worker. I gave a tight lipped smile before I walked back to the car.

My brother was behind the wheel now and it seemed he was eager to leave this place. I watched as we pulled into an old rundown motel. I stayed behind as they talked to the receptionist and got the keys. I leaned up against the side of the van.

“The fuck are you laying around for? Get the bags in the room!” My brother snapped, tossing me the key.

I didn’t waste any time, knowing I could rest soon if I got it done. I heard Becky’s ear piercing laughter as I struggled to drag the last bag inside. Despite the no smoking sign on the outside of the door, Jay had already lit another joint and was passing it around the room.

“Thanks for bringing in our bags.” Darla said.

At least someone appreciated my efforts. I slumped down against the wall in the back corner.

“Wanna hit?” Jay asked.

I opened my mouth to speak, but my brother beat me too it.

“Don’t waste your good weed on them man. They wouldn’t even know the difference.”

Jay just shrugged, taking another hit. I tuned out the noise as I slumped back against the wall. This corner wasn’t too bad, at least the carpet was kinda soft. There were two queen beds, and it made sense the couples would get them. I just prayed they had the decency to not get all handsy in their cross faded stupor. I could ignore casual conversation, but Becky was a loud moaner, well she was loud all around. But if I had to over hear her shagging Jay one more time, I was going to pull a Van Gogh and cut off my ear. Fuck it, might even become a hermit too, it beat this bullshit.

We were interrupted by a knock at the door.

“Fran-“ my brother began.

“Already on it!” I snapped.

I shouldn’t of felt bad, he deserved it. But I hated when my overstimulation ruined the mood.

“What the fuck did you just say to me?”

“Babe, just drop it.” Darla plead.

Had to say, this was the one time I was thankful she was pulling him in for a kiss. As long as it kept him quiet and attention off me. I opened the door to see a girl standing there. She was quiet pretty, and I liked her cowboy hat.

“Nice hat.” I said, before I could even stop myself.

She giggled.

“We’ll hey there cutie!” She smiled at me.

I couldn’t help but blush, no one had ever called me cute. Not even when I was a baby, my mother always said my brother was the cuter offspring. Something about me not looking right when I came out. She said my fucked up head showed on the outside. It seems I got distracted because she giggled again.

“You ok there sugar plum? You’re redder then a life guards nose.”

I was utterly embarrassed.

“People do often forget to put sunscreen on their noses.”

“You’re funny, I like you.” She said.

“Frances, who the fuck is at the door?”

I groaned. I saw a slight shift in her face, but I couldn’t discern it. I wasn’t all that good at reading people.

“Well I was just about to tell this sweet little thing here that all the restaurants in town are closed for the night. You met my brother down there at the station, and my Mama suggested I invite you folks over for some dinner. Ya must me starving after all the driving.”

She gave a dazzling smile.

“Oh, that’s kind of you.” Darla commented, trying to decline in a polite way. “But I think we’re alright.”

“Ya sure, Mama’s awful excited to have some guest. We don’t get many visitors round here. It be no trouble at all.”

But she wasn’t talking to Darla, she was looking right at Jay. I rolled my eyes slightly when I watched his fall down to her chest and move back up to her eyes.

“I could eat!” He said.

“Better than these chips.” Becky agreed. “Besides this idiot been drinking all afternoon, don’t want to wake up in the middle of the night to him puking cause he went to be on an empty stomach.”

Darla showed some apprehension, but agreed none the less. “I guess I am sort of hungry, babe?”

“Hope your brother has better table manners than he does customer service skills.”

“Then it’s settled, you folks follow me.” She said.

“I don’t believe we got your name, I’m Jason.” Jay shamelessly flirted.

I never understood how someone could do that right in front of the person they supposedly “loved.” But it seems that’s something I would never understand.

“You can call me Baby, Sugar, everyone in town does.”

The glare plastered on Becky’s face wasn’t surprising. I followed up the back, letting them handle the bulk of the small talk. Baby kept stealing glances at me and I couldn’t tell for the life of me why. I just kept my gaze on my shoes. The house was just as run down as the store, if not more. But it had good bones. Must have been made sometimes in the late 1800’s by the looks of it. A little paint and it would be good as new.

It smelled nice when we entered, whatever Baby’s mom was cooking smelt lovely. I relaxed a little, glad to be back out of the Texas heat. As I leaned against the door frame, I sent another smile smile to the man from the store. It was actually kind of nice to see him again. I sat down next to Baby as dinner was served.

A smile smile graced my face as I listened in to the dinner talk. Everyone was actually being pleasant for once. And our hosts accents were smooth and buttery. It felt homey, well, more like the opposite of home. And I guess that’s what I liked about it. I noticed they took a liking to pet names, throwing them out every other sentence. My head grew a little heavy, but I suppose it was getting kind of late. Suddenly Jay collapsed into his food. I starred at him bewildered.

I mean I head of people passing out after smoking too much weed, but that seemed dramatic. I once realised that wasn’t what was happening when the others looked as confused as I was. No, not confused, sacred. Becky looked horrified. But more importantly my brother looked livid. I couldn’t even comprehend half the things he shouted at me. I watched helplessly as one by one his friends fell, but he was too focused screaming at me to care. I was seconds away from having a meltdown but I tied my best to stifle it. I could feel my brain slipping away into dissociation.

As if to answer my silent prayers, the man from the gas station smashed a bottle over his head. I couldn’t stop the trembling before it started. I was so confused and upset and nothing made sense right now. And I could feel all eyes in the room on me. Baby said something to break the silence but I couldn’t really comprehend it fully.

My medicine? What did they give me? My brain felt sluggish and slow, but I couldn’t help by lean into her warm touch. It was so gentle, unlike anything I’d ever known. Despite my best efforts my eyes closed and all the sounds faded away.

I woke up in a bed. The events of last night came rushing back to me and I shot up. I was still wearing yesterdays clothes. I threw the blanket off to see my shoes were still on. I took stock of myself, I didn’t notice any new scrapes or busies. I wasn’t bleeding, I didn’t wake up in an ice bath with my kidney missing. So things could certainly be worse. I crept my way over to the door and tried the handle, but it was locked.

Of course it was locked, idiot. Everyone was just drugged by a bunch of strangers. But why? I wasn’t hurt, but perhaps it was foolish to assume the others were as fortunate. I heard footsteps from down the hall and ran back to the bed, throwing the blanket over my head and slowing my breathing. I’d done it thousands of times before, when I didn’t want my mother to know I’d stayed up passed my bed time. I heard the click of a door opening.

“Aww, they’re still sleeping Otis, look.” Baby whispered.

All I could hear was a grunt in response from the man who was supposedly Otis.

“It should have warn off by now.” He said.

“Maybe they’re just tired, poor thing looked like they hadn’t slept in days. Their eye bags made them look like a racoon.” She giggled.

“Baby, what are you doin?” He asked.

“I wanna play with my new friend Otis, stop being such a cocksucker.” She hissed.

I felt the bed dip and then a hand on my shoulder, shaking me ‘awake’. I decided it was best to play along and slowly opened my eyes, feigning a small young.

“Good morning sleepy head!” She greeted cheerfully.

“Cool it with the volume Baby, christ they just woke up. People don’t want to deal with you barbie personality first thing in the morning.” He jabbed at her.

“It’s ok.” I said softly.

She glared at him almost as if to say “you see, it’s fine.”

“How ya feelin? Sorry things got a little… intense, last night.” She said.

A little intense, what at odd way to recount last nights events. I decided I didn’t want to beat around the bush.

“Did you- did you kill them?” I asked.

Otis stiffened at this, uncrossing his arms from his chest and almost instinctively moving to block the door. Like he’d done it a thousand times before.

“Sure did Puppy! Your little friends weren’t so friendly.”

“They weren’t my friends.” I corrected.

She raised her eyebrow at me.

“You called them my friends, they were my brothers friends.”

“Oh, so then that piece of shit is your brother.” Otis said.

“Is? Not was…”

“You got a brain on you kid, yeah, fuckers still alive. Much to my distaste.”

“How come?” I asked curiously.

The two shared a look between them. What, did I say something wrong? I was always saying the wrong thing at the wrong time and getting in trouble for it. I mentally prepared myself to be scolded.

“You know, I give Otis here shit all the time, but brothers ain’t supposed to be like that.” Baby said.

“They aren’t?”

I looked to Otis to see him frown and shake his head.

“He like that all the time?” He asked me.

I nodded. “He was actually on his best behaviour yesterday. He nice in front of people.”

“Nice?” He scoffed. “Your brother wouldn’t know nice if it bit him in the dick!”

I giggled a little at that. I liked Otis, he was funny.

“You think that’s funny?” He asked.

Baby was smiling at me and I couldn’t help but blush again. It was odd to have so much positive attention on me.

“It’s a little funny” I admitted shamefully.

Otis dropped his guard a little, moving closer to the bed.

“Are you going to kill me?” I asked sadly.

I mean I suppose if anyone was to do it, I’d want it to be them. They were so nice, maybe they would make it quick. Suddenly Baby’s hands were on my face, gripping my cheeks.

“Don’t you ever say something like that again! Of course not you sweet baby. Why would anybody ever what to hurt a cute little thing like you?” She said.

Her tone was sweet, but her hands were forceful. I could tell I upset her and I wanted to cry. I really didn’t mean to.

“I’m sorry, I always fuck these things up, my brother was right.” I said.

Otis sat on the other side of me on the bed.

“Nothing out of that gutter trashes mouth is right, ya hear? The fuck did he tell you?” He sounded angry too.

I held back my tears, starring forward at the wall, afraid if I blinked they’d finally fall.

“He and Mother always said no one would ever love me because I’m Autistic. I make everyone uncomfortable and I do things that aren’t right. I don’t understand a lot of things, and it’s really hard. But I promise I’m trying.” I said.

Their silence was the loudest thing I ever heard. It made my skin crawl and my ears hot. I just wanted them to say something, anything. Even if it was just them changing their minds. I get it, I’d just be a burden anyways. I jumped slightly when Baby touched me, expecting her to grab my arm harshly. But instead she just pulled back and sighed.

“I’m going to fucking kill that shit for brains.” She muttered.

“Look, kid-“ Otis started.

I turned to him, giving aggressive eye contact. I didn’t mean to, I just didn’t know where else to look right now. I watched him tense and internally cringed. Great job proving your point dumb ass.

“Your brothers an idiot. Shit, I’m pretty sure Baby here has what your fancy city doctors call ADHD-“

“Attention Deficit Hyperactive Disorder?” I asked, my interest piqued.

“Was that even English?” He asked.

“Yes.” I said, confused.

“That was a joke- I. Point is, seems to me like your plenty lovable. Shit, ya got me over here feeling bad and shit. And that ain’t easy. We’re not gonna let anyone hurt ya Kid. Fuck, we need a name for ya!” He groaned in frustration.

“How bout Blinky?” Baby pipped up, her chipper mood returning.

“The fuck did you just say?”

“Cause they don’t blink. Think I’ve only seen em blink twice since they opened those pretty little eyes.” She giggled.

“Oh, sorry.” I said.

A few tears finally fell when I closed my eyes and I groaned. I hated crying, my tears were always hot and they burned my skin. I frustratedly wiped them away with my sweater sleeve.

“Aww shit Sugar, don’t cry.” Baby said.

“I’m not, they just do that sometimes.” I said.

She giggled once more. Apparently a noise she made quite frequently. But her laugh wasn’t annoying like Becky’s, so I didn’t mind all that much.

“I- I like Blinky.” I said seriously, giving her a small smile.

“Then it’s settled! Spaulding already agreed you could stay. Course, he said I gotta take care of you. But I’m so excited to have a little sibling finally! We’re gonna have so much fun together Blinky Firefly!!” She squealed.

She pulled me into a tight hug, and I stiffened.

“Alright, release them you python.” Otis joked, “don’t think they can breath.”

“Oops.”

“Welcome to the family Blinky. Not sure I can say the same for your blood, he’ll be gone by morning you just say the word.” Otis offered.

“I think I’d like that, yes.” I answered honestly.

“You’ll fit in just fine here.” He said, ruffling my hair before leaving the room.

“Go easy on em Baby, don’t want to scare em away.”

He made his leave. She grabbed my hand and started dragging me to the door.

“Where are we going?” I asked.

“Can’t be a Firefly looking that that, let’s get you cleaned up.”

I certainly had a lot of change to get used to. But somehow it didn’t seem so scary. I think I’ll like it here.

An: Not sure if Texas specially fallows the gas rule, but for the purposes of the story we’re going to not fact check me on that, lol 😂 Also, I want to make it very clear that I don’t think any of these things about Autistic people. These are just things I’ve heard as an autistic person.

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hey girl! i hope you’re well. i saw you were taking requests and since i’ve developed an unhealthy crush on mason rn, i wanted to know if you could write something. a smut request where they have an event to attend, but end up late because they have more important things to attend to (if you catch my drift 😂). i’ve been trawling through your page pretty much everyday looking for new stuff, i hope you realise how talented you are! 😚 thank you x

hi!! i'm so so bloody sorry i didn't get round to writing this, it got lost in my requests!

important business - mason mount blurb

sexual content - 18+, minors dni. oral (f rec), unprotected sex, small use of dirty talk, brief mention of blowjobs and choking

"sweetheart, the driver'll be here in ten minutes!"

he was perched on the hotel room bed after just tying his shoelaces, suit jacket undone and looking comfortable and snug. you could see him from your place in the bathroom, just shy of his eye line.

tonight was the night of the yearly players dinner, where everyone dressed up and awards were gifted. mason wore a deep royal blue suit that he'd bought specifically for this occasion. you opted for a simple dress, long and royal blue with a slit all the way up to your mid-thigh, and ruched cups for your boobs to sit in without that uncomfortable, formal feeling. you stepped out of the bathroom with a smile on your face, "i'm ready."

"oh fuck," mason's eyes landed on your figure as soon as the words left your lips, his mind racing at a million miles an hour. "you're full of surprises, aren't you?"

"good surprises or bad surprises?"

his tongue darted out to lick his lips, and he swore he died and went to heaven when he saw you step towards him with your exposed leg and silver open toe heels. he stood up, and in an attempt to straighten out his slacks with his free hand, you both noticed the bulge that protruded the material.

"i think this tells us everything we need to know, doesn't it sweetheart?"

you blushed, and when he made his way over to you and smashed his lips against yours it felt like the world stopped. your lip got caught between his teeth as he backed you up against the wall, both hands pressed firmly against it to secure you in place.

"what happened to the driver getting here in ten minutes?"

he scoffed at your sarcasm, but shrugged it off as his lips found your neck, sucking on the column of skin just above your right collarbone. one hand ran against the exposed skin of your thigh and into the barely-there material of your lace underwear, he smirked. "the driver's gonna have to wait for us, because right now all i wanna do is fuck you."

you hummed in content, satisfied with his response to your sarcasm, and when he loosened his trousers so he could sink to his knees in front of you easier, your stomach did flips. he pushed the material of your dress to the side, coming face to face with your glistening pussy, darting out his tongue and licking a single circle around your clit.

it was enough to have you bucking into his mouth, one hand tugging at his short locks as you inched his head closer so he could do it again. for a few minutes, he let himself be guided by you, happily stroking and licking at your pussy until he pulled your hand away from his head and pressed it against your stomach, leaving you unable to touch him.

his tongue began swirling your clit at a rate he'd never gone before, slurping and licking as if it were his last meal, and you were crying out his name in sheer desperation.

"mase, you're gonna make me cum," you whined, attempting to wriggle your wrists free of his hand, but it was useless. he hummed against you as he glanced up at your face, a line of sweat causing your upper lip to glisten.

the combination of the vibrations and the way he was looking at you was enough to send you into a spiral, and you came with a cry of his name as the shockwaves took their course over your body. he pulled off of you with a pop, and leaned in to kiss you.

you tasted yourself on his lips, but before you could push him around so he was against the wall, he tutted. "no time for you to do that, kitten," he licked along your lip, and his teeth nicked at your ear ever so slightly as he leaned in, "how about you suck me off after dinner, hm? don't want to ruin that pretty little face of make up just yet."

you nodded, and fumbled with his trousers as they dropped down with ease, desperate to have him inside of you. you hoisted your leg up so it was wrapped against his hips, and spread your other leg for easier access. one of your hands snaked down to give him a few tugs until he groaned, and when he pushed inside of you, your face nuzzled into his neck.

"do you know how sexy you are?"

mason's voice was hot and raspy, desperate for you to answer as he pushed into you, the feeling of your walls hot and welcoming. you shook your head, and he sucked at the skin on the side of your neck, "you're so fuckin' sexy," he answered his own question, "we're gonna be late for dinner because i couldn't wait to fuck you."

his words only spurred him on, and he thrusted harder and faster until his name began to trickle from your lips, "fuck, mason," you whimpered, "i can't wait until you bend me over tonight."

he grunted, bringing your face to his with a hand resting underneath your chin. his fingers threatened to squeeze at the flesh, but he didn't. "you keep talking to me like that and i might just sack off dinner completely."

he hit your g-spot with his next thrust, which had your back arching and you seeing stars. you gripped onto his jacket for stability as he continued thrusting, and you felt your leg begin to give way underneath you. mason felt it too, and with his free hand hoisted your other leg up so you were now off the floor, ankles digging into his back.

"c'mon, angel, i know you're close," he cooed, "cum for me."

you came with a cry, screaming mason's name as your legs shook around him. the feeling of your walls contracting around him set him off, and triggered his own orgasm. he groaned your name as he shot his load up into you, panting and fighting for breath as he came down.

there was a knock at the door from the concierge, who coughed awkwardly, "uh, mr mount, your driver has been waiting outside for almost ten minutes, he's been asking for you, and your manager has also rang the front desk three times asking whether you're going."

your eyes blew wide and you blushed when you realised that mason's father was in the car waiting, and mason laughed.

"yeah, we'll be right out."

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david x angel hurt/comfort

You sat in front of the mirror. Counting, just counting. That's what you always did. You counted each imperfection and noted how you could make them better. You had done all manner of things; you tried dieting, working out, make-up, different clothes, haircuts. everything. But nothing seemed to work. You always just looked wrong. You honestly didn't know how David stayed with you. He needed someone strong and brave. He needed another werewolf, someone who understood all their customs. Someone not like you.

You were too caught up in your own head to feel the silent stars that tracked down your cheeks. Your chest physically ached. You thought that the changes to your body would make you feel better, but it only added to it all. You just didn’t understand why anybody as perfect as David could love someone… someone like you. A choked sob caught in your throat. Your hand came up to your mouth, desperately trying to muffle the sobs that were beginning to escape. Your lip quivered and your lashes shook. Your torso had folded over, curling into yourself. You had put up walls after years of rejection, but then David came into your life. He smashed them down and wormed his way in with ease.

How dare he? How could he so simply destroy everything you worked for?

Said man was silently stalking up the stairs, trying to find his hidden lover. He had a small smile resting delicately against his lips. You two had moved out of your cramped apartment and into a proper house, you needed the change and David was more than happy to comply. You were still curled into your chest, body heaving with the sobs that wracked through your body. You had bitten the corner of your hand in a futile attempt to keep silent. You were gasping for breath as he entered. The hot tears blurred your vision, you clamped them shut, not having the energy to even look at his blurry form. You had not at all considered the fact that your lover might be wondering why you were taking so long to get dressed. His footsteps were silent, landing on your dark carpet softly. A hand latched onto your shoulder. You jumped, stumbling into the back of your cupboard door. You clutched over your booming heart.

“Jesus Christ david. You nearly gave me a heart attack.” You sniffled, turning your head and wiping ‘discreetly’ at your cheeks and nose. "What's wrong, Angel?” He whispered, sitting on the floor opposite you. You brought your knees up to your chest, resting your head on them. Everything hurt and you really didn't want to have to explain all your shit to him. You stayed silent, not meeting his gaze. David sighed, shifting closer and putting his cold hand on your calf. “Angel, you don't have to tell me now. I do wanna talk about it later, but for now we can sit. Or we can just go lay on the bed. Whatever you want” He offered, seeing how tense and uncomfortable your form was. You nodded, mind still a war-zone. It wasn’t a war you wanted to get your wolf involved in, but you knew you had too. It was slowly killing you, like a long acting poison spreading through your veins. Infecting your limbs, leaking out into your everyday life. It wasn't fair to either of you.

“I just… I don't know why I'm like this.” You sighed tearily, feeling the familiar sting in your eyes. You tilted your head up, bringing the edge of your jumper to the corners of your eyes, ridding the final few tears. “Because we're people. And feelings are… they’re complicated and messy and frustrating. I don't have all the answers. But what I can tell you with 100% honesty is that I love you and that you are my mate. That may not help a lot, but it's the truest thing that I know you’ll believe right now.” He whispered, hauling you up into his arms. He kissed your forehead, sighing at your exhausted body laid against him. “Let's take a nap, okay?” You nodded, too tired for words. David climbed in first, opening his arms as you slid yourself next to him. You got comfy, shifting before you rested against his chest, practically on top of him. You feared you would squish him but he simply tightened his arms so there was no way you could escape.

“I love you, for you. I love you because you’re my Angel. My gift from heaven. My perfect saviour.” Nothing was that okay… but you let yourself believe that there, in his arms, maybe things could be.