#izzy please never change

[starstruckodysseys]

there has never been anything funnier than:

getting excited about getting a grenade

throwing the grenade

immediately regretting it

running after it (WITH a gun)

losing ur grenade bc ur friend caught it in their hand and it blew up

being sad about losing ur grenade

[arsenicflame]

hey does anyone wanna bounce bellhands/they all went to pirate school together ideas with me? im trying to figure out the missing pieces of my personal set up and it might be easier with someone else!

[radiocrypt-id]

My favourite part is that she KNOWS he's like that.

Izzy, wide-eyed: "Manhattan."

Brennan, without hesitation: "He takes off his mask and says 'hi dad' and that's a shot in the dark but it's genuinely your son, John Manhattan. You are correct!"

Izzy, squinting at her loving husband and slumping in her chair: "I don't believe you."

One of the things that makes Never Stop Blowing Up so funny is Brennan's total inability to say no to his eight months pregnant wife. Extremely powerful "yes babe, whatever you want babe" energy.

[biteyoubiteme]

calendar

seungmin x fem!reader

synopsis: you walk in on your best friend getting off with your name on his lips.

warnings: 🔞!!! slight nipple play, no protection, mentions of masturbation (m!) prob forgot some sorry

wc: 2.2k

an: thank you so much for requesting izzy! ilysm for this one I hope I did it justice :))))) also this is not proofread will you bestow mercy on a poor soul like me? please?

[m.list] [1kevent m.list]

The two of you keep a huge whiteboard calendar on the fridge. A discarded pack of colorful markers was kept in the magnetic cup next to the handle, the sounding rattle synonymous with the closing of the door. Every month the two of you got together to fill out your class schedules, events, holidays, vacations, or just chores. It made both of your lives easier, the two of you knew exactly when the other was going to be late home, fewer arguments over who does what to keep the place clean, and when it was best to just fit in a full series binge on the couch together. 

Or it was supposed to work that way and for the most part, it did. But last week when the two of you hosted a study night with all your friends that devolved into just casual drinks and video games, half the board was erased when someone bumped into the fridge. Neither of you minded, trying the best you could to write in the parts that had been messed up, not giving it much thought at all until you finally hit the week that had been completely erased and rewritten. 

Seungmin missed a paper that was due, both of your laundry days ended up written for the same day, and you were now rushing out the door to make it to your presentation. You hadn't started the day so stressed, not until you rolled out of bed and opened the fridge to pull out something to eat for breakfast. As soon as you closed the door, markers shaking around reminding you to check the calendar, you noticed the messy star you had drawn on the date, and under it project due! Presentation @ 9:30.

It was like a bucket of ice water was thrown over you, no caffeine needed for how away you suddenly felt looking at the clock on the microwave, blinking back that it was already half past eight and it took you 30 minutes to make it to campus. 

Your string of curse words was what woke Seungmin. The rushed sound of the bathroom faucet turning on while you brushed your teeth was the soundtrack to his morning. He was still rubbing at his eyes, hair a sleep-turned mess on top of his head, when he watched you from the doorway. You were frantically rummaging through the dryer for a pair of jeans, only coming away with articles of Seungmin’s clothing. “What is this? Why is all my laundry also your laundry?” 

“I don't know,” he yawns, face scrunching up right along the bridge of his nose, “I think it all got tossed into the dryer together because mine didn't dry right,” 

You huffed, finally tugging out something that was yours to wear, “I'm going to be late,” it was said right on the edge of a whine, “stupid calendar, stupid early class, I'm never taking a course against that starts before I can think properly about school,” you didn't even care that he was right there as you pushed down your sweatpants. Working on putting one leg into your jeans as you kept complaining. 

The two of you had been living together for most of your time at school, the two of you close enough now that nothing phased the other. It wasn't like changing in front of your best friend was uncommon but it still caught Seungmin off guard every time. He turned to give you some sort of privacy but the way the bathroom/laundry was set up only made it so that he turned to look directly into the mirror. And there you were with your jeans getting caught right under your ass, pushing up and only highlighting the way your panties clung to your skin. 

It was momentary, so fast that you were already zipping your zipper and rushing past him to grab your bag. “I won't be back till one!” you call over your shoulder, not trusting the calendar to update him anymore. 

You didn't even realize until halfway to campus when calling your partner to apologize for the delay that your calendar wasn't just messed up with the day's events but the day itself. It wouldn't be until you got home that you saw that the whole week was one day off, so when you turned around feeling slightly better after your little shock, it felt like you had a whole free day. Not even texting Seungmin about the mistake you drove to pick up coffees for the both of you, knowing he would enjoy the pick me up without question. Then you could spend the rest of the day separating your laundry so tomorrow you could wear something less rushed. 

But Seungmin had the same idea, picking through the dryer trying to find anything that was his so that he could get it out of your way. That's when he finds the twin pair of panties to the ones you had on right now. He could see it play out again in his head, the way they hugged your hips, and outlined the shape of you. 

He told himself his crush on you wouldn't become a big deal after you two moved in with each other. He assumed that just having you so close so often would be enough for him to grow out of it faster. He believed it because he would have had less time to daydream about how you would react to him and more time in reality where you would surely put him into his palace without question. Only it didn't seem to work out that well. 

The two of you were constantly on the edge of flirting, sitting so close on the couch you were basically on top of one another, every little brush past each other like a confession. Or it was for him because his crush only got worse with the move; solidifying into something that he knew would never easily dissipate without the hottest of burns. 

It wasn't rare that he let himself get this wrapped up in the idea of being with you, less so the idea of being with you physically. And now you're gone for the next few hours and he has the perfect image of you in his head. 

He doesn't even hear when you get home, didn't even think to close his bedroom door before his hand was down his pants. He could picture you calling out his name, his eyes closed, head leaning back on his pillows, your name on the tip of his tongue as he moaned. 

When you come in and place the coffees down you hear him call you. Your first instinct is to change the calendar until you hear him call you again. He sounds almost in pain, the desperation drawing you down the hall. “Seungmin?” 

When you get to the doorway you're stopped dead in your tracks. His needy little whines echo in his room, adam's apple bobbing, every stroke of his hand on his cock pulling your eyes in. You should be ashamed for enjoying the view, should have backed away, and pretended you never came home. But with him right in front of you, naked and calling out your name it's impossible to not feel yourself get wet. It's embarrassing how easily flushed you feel, but when his hips start to move, effectively thrusting into his waiting fist, stomach flexing, you can't help but rub your thighs together. 

It's the creaking of the floorboards that makes him open his eyes. His hand fell away from his straining cock, his uneven breaths trying to catch up to the beating of his heart. You're not even looking him in the eyes, you're watching the way his cock is twitching, thoroughly edged now that you've walked in, his hips still moving, wishing so badly to be thrusting into you instead. 

“I'm sorry-” the both of you start at the same time, he can't even cover himself knowing a brush of fabric or his hand will make him cum instantly unless he calms down. He can't even think about how ashamed he should be when getting caught, all he can think about is those panties you're wearing under your jeans. 

It's only one second later and you're tugging them down your legs, pants too tight now, the seam pressing right against your clit like it knows you want him whether he touches you or not. He's whimpering at the sight, wet patch visible enough to make his eyes roll back. 

Damn the consequences of your actions you climb into bed with him. 

“What- we shouldn’t- you don’t have to-” he starts but stops when he watches you take off your bra, nipples already pebbled and waiting for his touch. 

“If you don’t want to have sex with me just say so,” even just hearing the words ‘sex’ from your mouth has his dick twitching again. 

“I need to have sex with you,” he reaches out for you, pulling you down to straddle him, your clothed pussy pressed right against his veiny shaft, the both of you moaning out for one another. He sits up, hands sliding up your back as he looks up at you; puppy dog eyes already begging for more. 

You push his hair back from his brow, threading your fingers into the strands, his hazy smile mirroring your own. “Do you usually think about me when you touch yourself or did I just catch you on a good day?” 

“I'm always thinking about you,” he breathes, pulling your lips to his. The kiss turns sloppy almost as soon as it's started, your hips working against him enough to draw every little sound from him. When he starts to kiss down your neck you lift your hips enough to push your panties to the side for him. 

Your hand on his cock guiding his tip to your entrance makes him curse, finally sinking into you, all your wetness making it so easy, the stretch leaving you gasping. Both of you wrapped up in each other's arms as you try to catch your breath from the new sensations. It's intoxicating to feel him this deep, your dragging hips pushing him right against your gummy walls. 

His mouth peppers kisses down your chest, catching one of your nipples into his mouth, swirling his tongue, moaning when you squeeze around him. Your knees are digging into the mattress as you try to bounce on him, thighs burning. His hands slide down to cup your ass, helping you move up and down on him. His lashes flutter with each drag in and out of you, better than he could have ever imagined or replicated with his hand. 

Letting go of your nipple he watches your face now adorned in blissful pleasure. He feels his orgasm building but not as fast as he wants. He falls back against the pillows, pulling you with him, one of your hands catching yourself next to his head, he holds you in place as he digs his feet into the sheets, thrusting up in this new position. 

“Oh my god-” you're finding it hard to even speak, now every thrust is pressed against your g-spot, the tip of his cock knocking over and over until you're almost shaking. With your free hand, you reach down between you two, fingers circling your clit as Seungmin twists your panties into his fist trying to find as much leverage as possible to keep his fast pace. 

“Look at me,” he’s begging, needing to know you're right on the cusp with him, the slapping wet sounds ringing out around you two. “Please I want to see your pretty face when you cum for me,” 

The request alone has you falling over the edge, the silent open-mouthed moan caught on your lips pulling him right along with you. He's a mess of whiny cries, sloppy thrusts slowing down as he tries to push his hips as close as he can get them to yours. Not even caring about having finished inside you when he feels this good.

Your arm gives out as you bury your face into his neck, your hot breath fanning over his sweat-sheened skin. The two of you instantly break out into giggles, the absurdity of the situation only just settling in while he's still twitching inside you. 

“Holy shit,” he chuckles, fingers dragging over your bare back like he can't believe you're really here in his post nut clarity. 

“I know, I can't believe you’ve been just across the hall this whole time and I'm just now finding out the dick was this good,” 

“If I'd known you would have helped out I would have left the door open a long time ago. But what are you even doing at home right now?” 

“The calendar was all messed up, no thanks to you, you said you took care of it!” 

“I did! Or I thought I did,”

you roll your eyes even if he can't see, and you leave another kiss right over his pulse, “well it doesn't matter, what does matter is that we should definitely schedule sex on the the calendar next time,”

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[sissydiaperloverzoe]

Life changing feminization challenge

after reading the wonderful challenge post from @sissykittie-izzie and @sissyslutella have decided to do something similar to work towards my dream of being fully feminized and dependent on diapers.

As a shy sissy I need to work on baby steps to be girlier and girlier, so I promise for every 100 notes I will make the given lifestyle change. Please help me slowly completely ruin my masculinity

any ideas for things to add, please message me

100 - I will replace all socks with tights (pantyhose) or stockings Achieved

200 - Bra’s become a daily wear item

300 - Panties to replace all boxer shorts

400 - girly vest tops to be worn daily under male clothing daily, only using pastel and pinks

500 - Diet to become more feminine, aiming to lose weight and tone up, and change attitude towards food towards a healthy feminine weight loss diet.

600 - Permanent ban on barbers and hair cuts until hair is minimum of shoulder length, hair never again to be shorter than shoulder length and only ever cut at hairdressers in feminine styles

700 - Shave pubic area and Legs

800 - Shave Arms and chest

900 - Start a skincare regime to improve my skin toning, including ensuring proper hydration

1000 - diapers to be worn minimum of 5 times a week, for a minimum of 4 hours per diaper and used for anything needed (pee, stickies and poop)

1100 - skirts and dresses to be worn daily

1200 - clear polish on hands 24/7

1300 - butt plug to be worn 1 hour a day minimum, increasing in size as becoming accustomed to them

1400 - practice walking in heels minimum of 3 inches 4 hours a week

1500 I will start to wear light makeup daily

1600 - diaper to be worn a minimum of 90 minutes after making messy

1700 - penis gag to be sucked one hour a day minimum

1800 - Monthly full body waxing

1900 - go out wearing outwardly feminine clothing weekly

2000 girly style nappies replace nappy time

[fuckyeahisawthat]

I love how much of OFMD s2 is about do-overs and second chances. Like obviously the message of the whole show is "you're not too old and it's not too late" and "everyone is capable of positive change." But I love how many specific moments the characters get to do over from their missed chances and fuckups in s1.

Stede tells Ed to wait for him in the woods while he goes back to the ship to convince them that Ed can stay another night, and it's so obvious that Ed is scared af that Stede is not coming back, that he'll be left waiting for Stede alone in the dark again. But Stede does come back! And invites Ed to come with him this time. "You wear fine things well" but this time they both know that's an overtly romantic line, they get a do-over of their almost-kiss missed connection and this time they do kiss and they both know how much it means. The lyrics of "This Woman's Work" that they use ("Give me these moments / Give them back to me" and "All the things we should've said that we never said / All the things we should've done that we never did") in the context of the scene get transformed into hoping against hope for another chance, just come back to me and I'll say and do all the things I was afraid of before, please give me another chance to make it right. And they get it.

Even Izzy fucking Hands gets a do-over of his worst moment from s1, acknowledging the harm he caused and getting to touch Ed's face and say "there he is" in the context of telling Ed to go live his authentic life.

And of course Ed and Stede at the end, Stede saying without hesitation that he has no second thoughts, that he's sure this time, and we know it's not about running an inn or any other scheme they might cook up together but about building a life together.

When we talk about OFMD as a kind show or a hopeful show this is the kind of stuff I think about. It's not that no one ever suffers or dies or gets hurt or fucks up; it's that the characters can fuck up massively but they get another chance to keep trying, together, keep swimming toward the light even when things look real dark. I know you've got a little life in you left.

[cuddlytogas]

I mean, the point is that both sides there are getting it wrong! stop listening to fandom takes and just watch the show, and it's obvious. it's as wrong to say "Izzy didn't do enough" as it is to say "Ed didn't do enough", and arguably, that's the whole point of s2: no one is beyond help, change, or healing.

as I see it, the show relies on a) normal people acting normal, and b) pirate logic. there's no big grovelling apology scene from either Ed or Izzy because honestly, that's not how normal people interact! in the real world, people (especially men) don't make grand redemptive gestures, particularly not when they live and work in close quarters. it'd be weird to make a whole Thing about it once the dust has settled and you feel stupid and terrible for the shit you did.

instead, both Ed and Izzy alter their behaviour towards the people around them. Izzy allies with the crew, redirects some of Ed's anger onto himself, loses a lot of his threat by injury, and visibly softens towards others, training Stede, supporting Ed's relationship, and joining the Calypso party. he doesn't need to ~redeem himself~ - he's changed, and the crew, Ed, and Stede have the grace to accept that for the apology and development it is.

and the same goes for Ed! Lucius is right, his actual spoken apology is pretty lacklustre. but in action and attitude, he changes: he adheres to the rules made to help others feel safe, he tries to help Lucius through his trauma, he opens up to Stede, and he sincerely apologises to both Fang and Izzy.

and this is THE ENTIRE POINT of 2x05 and 06!! the show explicitly tells us that dwelling on pain is worse than forgiving, and by showing the crew happily partying together, Ed back in his leathers instead of the onesie, and Izzy singing and congratulating Ed and Stede, it's showing us that these people have made their amends and apologies, which have in turn been accepted by the people around them. it's that simple!

as to just sort of forgetting things that happeneds in s1 - sure, maybe we would've liked to see specific incidents mentioned, but it's a half-hour comedy about pirates. by its very genre, the show has a warped relationship to violence, of many kinds. so Izzy sold them all out to the English, and Ed deliberately sailed into a storm. Roach has never gotten an apology at all, and Archie's used to just moving on! their lives are violent and melodramatic, and what seems extreme to us can be brushed off by them by nature of the genre.

but the show is very, very explicit that no one has to go crawling and begging for forgiveness, because that wouldn't mean shit. as @ourflagmeansgayrights said in the replies, it's not interested in "redemption", but empathy. people make their amends through vulnerability and meaningful changes in attitude and behaviour - which both Ed and Izzy do. literally, it's just fucking Wild Geese by Mary Oliver:

You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles through the desert repenting. You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves.

Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine. Meanwhile the world goes on. ... Whoever you are, no matter how lonely, the world offers itself to your imagination, calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting - over and over announcing your place in the family of things.

Please, someone, anyone. I know Izzy had a redemption arc in season 2, but please explain to me what exactly he did to redeem himself. I love listening to podcasts and watching reaction videos of this show, so I'm not talking about the canyon here and how they believe he didn't even have to redeem himself to begin with.

More than once, I've heard complaints about Ed, saying he hasn't really redeemed himself, that he went way too far, that he has disappointed them and he should've apologized more... But then, they'll say that Izzy has become their fav in season 2 despite not liking him in season 1 because of his antagonistic actions. Ok? Apart from Ed, who exactly did Izzy apologize to then? Or is Izzy exempt from this? Izzy must've done something to redeem himself in their eyes to become their fav after not liking him, right? Or did they absolve him of everything because he shed a tear and was feeling bad? What did Izzy do that was enough to be redeemed (apart from the writers wanting him to have that arc), but Ed aparently didn't? He cried too, he was feeling really bad as well and Izzy himself had a hand in this. So surely it was something else? I keep trying to rearrange the pieces but it makes no sense? What am I missing?

Please, help me understand. I feel like I'm going crazy over this.

#49.

[tvxqmylove]

Let's raise our glasses to Izzy and OFMD creators

I just have to get it off my chest, I understand Izzy's death came as a shock and very upsetting event for many, and a lot of people are going on and on about how he deserved a better fate and how he was not just some tool to serve someone else's story. Please try to calm down and see the bigger picture. 

It is now clear that he was always meant to die. It was foreshadowed in the first minute of the second season, a ridiculous, villain's death. Being the symbolic obstacle to Stede and Ed's happiness. 

Of course that was the wrong way for him to go. When he confessed to his crush Blackbeard he got shot by him, almost died, begged to be killed, and then he even tried to kill himself. Still didn't work. It wasn’t his time yet and that was the wrong way for him to go. When he learned that he was loved and cared for after all, just not in the way he expected, he changed. He became positive, he became forgiving. Then he stopped being miserable he started genuinely wishing for the happiness of others as well, instead of being bitter about it. His death might not have a point but his life did. He had the crew's and Ed's and even Stede's back, and they knew it. As David Jenkins stated, he played the role of a wise mentor that was passing along his life experiences to others. Then it was his time. Also, as foreshadowed, he symbolically took away Blackbeard, and opened a way for Stede and Ed as well.

A happy ending is not only walking off to sunset with a lover, taking up a new job or walking into a house of your family and petting your dog before you close the door. A good death, and a life well-lived is a happy ending. Leaving behind people that loved you is a happy ending. This was a happy ending for him. 

He lived the way he wanted, as a pirate, an infamous one that has received respect and recognition. Then he resolved the parts of his life that became problematic and toxic, he repaired the relationships

that was broken, he forgave the people he needed to forgive. After going through hell, he was basically a bubble of positivity, going around giving solid advices, encouraging people and partying. He was done. He gave the best damn speech of his life at a bar like giving his own eulogy and it was awesome. He died at the arms of the person he loved the most. 

Yes he could have had more, everyone that ever died could have had more. But he died gracefully and complete, surrounded by people he loved and cared about, knowing that they will be fine. That was his story. I am sad that he died, but he died beautifully, best you can hope for in a pirate life. And he will live on, in the hearts of the people he touched by his existence. 

Finally, never harass the creators. It is their hard work that gave us Izzy in the first place. Trust their creative process, and afterwards take it or leave it, do not harass them and try to put them in a box of your personal demands. If so, what kind of 3rd season can we even expect?

[unknownperson246]

IZZY NSFW ALPHABET PLEASEEEEE (I've never seen one for him😭)

- 🤍🤍

hiii this is my first time doing something like this so excuse it if it isn’t good 😭💀.

also please don’t mind that it’s not all the way from A-Z it’s from A-P I got lazy sorry ❤️❤️ I hope you like it tho

NSFW Alphabet Headcanons:

warnings: *mostly smut*

A = aftercare: Izzy loves helping you in the shower after some hot and steamy sex. If he wants sometimes he might go at it with you in the shower.

B = Body Part: Izzy loves your tits. He has a thing for them and he loves squeezing and touching them when he is fucking you mercilessly.

C = Cum: he loves coming inside you. It helps him make you remember that you both are together. He feels very dominant when he comes inside of you. Dominance is what he thrives on.

D = Dirty Secret: I think Izzy loves being called daddy. He is definitely someone who gets turned on when a woman calls him daddy in a soft voice.

E = experience: Izzy is so experienced. He knows how to do every trick in the book. He loves giving head and he knows how to make sex better even if it’s something he hasn’t tried he knows what to do. (I’ve heard from somewhere he was a very good lay)

F = Favorite Position: Izzy’s loves the plain old missionary position. If he wants to get spicy he changes it up and usually he is on top of you. He loves when you ride him.

G = Goofy: I think Izzy is pretty goofy during sex he isn’t serious all the time. He probably makes strange noises and laughs because of those strange noises.

H = Hair: Izzy’s hair is very groomed. It is brushed through and styled but it is always greasy. He doesn’t take much showers but he still smells fine enough to fuck.

I = Intimacy: When it’s romantic sex he loves doing all of the extra stuff like roses on the bed with candles lit up. The room is dim and romantic music plays while you both do it.

J = Jerking off: Since Izzy is off on tour most of the time he has groupies but he is a 1 girl type of guy so he isn’t really into them. When is alone at night and he is done with all of the concerts with gnr and if isn’t exhausted and has that adrenaline in him he will jerk off to you. He will call you up and talk to you on the phone.

K = Kink: Izzy doesn’t really have any kinks. Probably only a daddy kink. Since he has done with another woman with slash at the same time he would probably like a threesome only when they are fucking just the girl and not each other.

L = Location: He loves to do it at home. He only does it in public with you if he is really desperate.

M = Motivation: He is only motivated when he is turned on.

No = turn offs: Izzy hates anal sex. He does not like it one bit. His turn off is also when he is pissed off.

O = Oral Sex: He loves both giving oral and he loves receiving oral from you. He gets excited when you’re giving it. Many women have actually said he’s so good and he loves giving head.

P = pace: he is rough but when it hurts either of you he slows down. Sometimes he takes his time and is sensual because he wants it to last forever

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

Day 23: Choking

Warnings: smut, choking, riding, if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!

Kinktober

You were the new hire for Guns and Izzy couldn’t fucking stand you.

You always seemed to be talking about things that didn’t matter, interrupting people, always in the way, always in his way. He wanted a moment of silence but he just couldn’t get it with you.

It only got worse on tour. Sure, Izzy was used to sharing rooms. He’d shared with the crew before, shared with the band before, but he’d never shared with you before.

He’d just crawled into bed, reaching for the remote to drown you out with TV before you got back but just as he was about to power it on you came out of the shower.

He hadn’t heard the water and you hadn’t heard him come in so you were just in a towel and it wasn’t wrapped very tightly.

You jumped when you saw Izzy, causing the towel to fall, nearly exposing your entire front but you caught it, able to save yourself the dignity. He saw your chest and couldn’t take his eyes off of you, it was the first good thing that had come from you, he swore.

You apologized profusely and went to your bag, quickly pulling out clothes and changing behind your bed while Izzy stared, patiently for you to bob up again, hoping to see more of you.

If it really was all you could offer him you might as well offer all of it.

You got dressed and got onto bed, letting out a heavy sigh as you reached for the hotel room phone. Izzy mentally prepared himself as you dialled whoever’s number, he knew what you were like on calls.

He turned the TV on and tried to ignore you the best he could.

��Yeah, hang on.” You said, taking the phone from your ear and looking to Izzy. “Hey, do you mind turning it down a bit?” You asked politely.

“Do you mind shutting the fuck up? Please?” Izzy snapped, he’d had enough of you for a life time.

You stared back at him wide eyed before saying a quick goodbye to your parents and hanging up the phone. “Did I do something?” You asked, a hint of anger in your tone. “You’ve been mad at me this whole time and I don’t know what I did.”

Izzy glared at him, chewing his cheek as he thought about what to say and how to say it.

Your clothes were thrown across the room to be picked up tomorrow, Izzy’s as well. You were straddling his lap and bouncing on his cock.

One of his hands was on your hip, guiding your movements, while the other was wrapped firmly around your neck, light pressure added. It wasn’t enough to affect your breathing, just keeping you in line.

You wanted to moan and cry out for him but any noise you made landed a harsh smack on your ass and his squeeze tighter around your neck until he decided you’d learned your lesson, then you just do it again and the cycle continued.

He could feel you clenching around him, he knew you loved this, were getting needier at just the thought of him choking you out.

“I knew you could be quiet.” He said, pleased with himself. “If I knew all it took was a good fuck I’d have done this ages ago.” He pulled you in by your throat, crashing his lips onto yours, not asking for permission and slipping his tongue into your mouth.

He had you moving faster, squeezing tighter around your neck. It made it hard to breathe, all you could focus on was the way he made you feel. Light headed, really, but you could feel him dragging against your walls, veins rubbing you, tip prodding you right where you needed him.

He pulled away, just enough to look you in the eyes. “You look so pretty like this, you know that? Cheeks getting red, can’t breathe, can’t talk… maybe that’s it, you’re hotter when you shut up.” He squeezed your neck again and you came undone under his touch, hands planted on his shoulders you melted into him, wrapping your arms around his neck and he let you settle against him.

He took his hand from your neck down to your hip so he could move you himself, needing to catch his own high which came not long after.

He held you tight for a moment, letting you catch your breath while before pushing you off of him. “Go clean up, and do a good job, I’m not dealing with your fucking kid.” He grumbled, curling up in bed by himself.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Office Space 2

Warnings: this fic will include elements, some dark, such as noncon/dubcon, and other untagged triggers. Please take this into account before proceeding. It is up to curate your online consumption safely.

Summary: you’re an assistant to private and corporate investigator, Nick Fowler, and find yourself brought into the fold of his shady professional life. 

Characters: Nick Fowler, Jonathan Pine, this reader is known as Elfie.

Author’s Note: Please feel free to leave some feedback, reblog, and jump into my asks. I’m always happy to discuss with you and riff on idea. As always, you are cherished and adored! Stay safe, be kind, and treat yourself💜

💼Part of the Bad Bosses AU💼

When Fowler’s door opens again, you’re quick to sweep back in from the copy room. You do your best to smile as Pine emerges and nods in your direction. A short, broader shadow looms behind him. You’re overly aware of your boss’ observation. 

“Wonderful to meet you, Elfie,” Jonathan nears your desk and offers his hand, “I look forward to working more with you and Nick.” 

“Sir,” you shake his hand across the desk, “nice to meet you too.” 

He squeezes before he lets go. He smells as fresh as the very tree he’s named for. His cologne wafts over as he strides to the door, bidding Fowler a final farewell just before he goes. You quick divert your attention back to your desk. 

“Add tea to the supplies order,” Fowler leans in his doorway, arms crossed. 

“Yes, sir,” you make a note on the pad, “um, is there a specific type?” 

“Tea. I don’t know,” he snips. “Is that catalogue ready?” 

“Sir, I’m still working--” 

“Work faster,” he interjects and spins away. His door snaps behind him and you wince.  

You go back to the copy room and resume your task of scanning the sheets and sorting them into new labeled folders. The work is peaceful. You enjoy the solitary and the simplicity. Yet, you’re uneasy after the change and routine of hosting Mr. Pine. 

Tonight, should be a good cure. Drinks with the girls. Finally. Everyone’s been so busy that you haven’t had a chance to pop down to Retro’s and catch up. You’re already planning out something cute to wear. You have a leather skirt you’d never dare wear to work but you’ve been dying to put on. The deep plum will go nicely with a black top. 

“Lock up,” Fowler’s voice startles you as he calls in from the other room. 

You go to the door and watch him march past your desk; jacket on, briefcase in hand. He doesn’t spare you a look. 

“Yes, sir.” 

“You can leave once you finish that folder. You’ll be making up the hours tomorrow.” 

“Tomorrow? Saturday?” 

“Weekends are in your contract,” he sighs as he pulls open the door, “Elf, you know how I feel about questions.” 

“Yes, sir,” you agree begrudgingly. 

“Noon. Short day,” he states before he lets himself out, the door closing sharply behind him. 

Great. You finally get your night out and you have to worry about work the next day. You guess you can stick to one margherita. It better be a good one. 

You return to your work. It’s not an early day for you. It takes you well past six o’clock to get it all scanned and filed away. You still haven’t sorted through the digital variants. You huff and check your phone. You’re going to be late. You won’t have time to go home and change into your cute leather skirt. 

You lock up and hurry away from the grim office. You catch the streetcar to downtown and wind your way around to Retro’s. The hangover of your long day falls away as you see the familiar neon moniker. Yesssss. You are ready. 

There are a few girls already there. Izzie won’t be there. Her work keeps her in places unknown. It sounds exciting but scary. You prefer the predictability of Fowler and his moods. There's never a sunny day with him but it’s better than trying to figure him out. 

Rosie and Dizzie are at one of the round tables and as you approach, Missie nears from the other side. She’s hard to miss in her bright patterns. She smiles at you as she hums and sits down. 

“I feel better,” Missie chimes, “been holding my bladder since work.” 

“The others on their way?” You ask as you sit on the cushioned bench next to Dizzie. 

“Georgie’s running behind, she just messaged,” Rosie explains, “and Billie’s been quiet today.” 

“Hm, right, I guess we should wait for everyone to be here.” 

“Oo, Izzie just sent something,” Dizzie perks up and nearly drops her phone as she tries to turn up the volume. 

You look over her shoulder and Rosie leans in from the other side and Missie raises herself as Dizzie tilts the screen flatter for her to see. Izzie is hollering as a parachute billows behind her and wind thrashes at her face. Her screams are a mixture of adrenaline, fear, and maddened glee. The video ends and you all look at each other. The oldest of your crew is definitely the bravest. She used to work with Billie but quit to take on military work. It’s quite the change. 

“Wow,” Rosie’s brows pop up, “I could never.” 

“I don’t know, sometimes I feel like throwing myself out of a window,” Billie startles you as she sits beside Missie, “especially after today.” 

“Bill,” you greet brightly. You and her are closest among the group. Just like Rosie and Dizzie stick to each other. “You look...” 

“Tired? Fed up? Done?” She snarls, “I need tequila.” 

“Oof,” Rosie puffs out. 

“Waiting on Georgie,” Missies says. 

“Really? She’s always first here?” Billie squints, “makes the rest of us look bad.” 

“Must’ve been a long day at work,” you shrug. “Can’t say mine was much different and I get to go in again tomorrow.” 

“I’m not getting out of bed if my apartment catches fire,” Billie growls. 

“Oh, that’s too bad,” Missie pouts, “I think Mr. Hansen’s tired of my so no overtime this weekend.” 

“Lucky,” Georgie plops down on Billie’s other side, a flustered mess of glasses and cardigan.  

“What’s the deal?” Billie asks. 

“I was packing,” Georgie takes her glasses off to wipe with her sleeve. 

“Packing?” Dizzie wonders. 

“I gotta go to Barbados tomorrow.” 

“Barbados?” You bluster. 

“Mr. Stark... I don’t know,” she murmurs and shakes her head. 

“Well, George, looks like you and me have to be the responsible ones tonight,” you resign. 

[cosmicgendershifter]

I don't even know what you can say to the people who somehow missed that all of Ed's violence is a) anti-imperial, b) protective against direct repeated threats to himself and his loved ones, or c) self-destructive in the hopes someone will respond by killing him during his suicidal spiral. (That last example is fairly indirect and performative and comes from a place of severe nihilistic suffering.)

I don't know what you can say to the people who somehow missed that the violence is triggering and traumatic and exhausting for Ed, and that he is desperate for a chance to live differently but has also never known any other life. Stede gave him the one true glimpse he's had of something gentler! Ed didn't fully know how fucked up his life was before because that was normal to him. That's what growing up traumatized does to you.

I don't know what you can say to the people who somehow missed that the suicidal spiral is a result of Ed's circumstances: of Ed being threatened by Izzy after Izzy repeatedly found ways to force Ed back towards the violent life Ed wants so much to escape, of Ed losing his one glimpse at safety and happiness through Stede and now having to face the darkness knowing he nearly found something different, of Ed feeling like the only way he can survive in this world is by being an "unlovable" monster he hates--and then he's confronted by Izzy telling him he's still not getting it right. Of course Ed gives up then.

I don't know what you can say to the people who somehow missed the show's themes about how much harm is caused by toxic masculinity and by masking your true self and by cultures founded on trauma and self-hate and burnout. (You do see the burnout in Ed, yeah?)

I do get why some people might not understand the complexities of Ed's relationship with Izzy--how codependent and enmeshed their identities are--or the layers of symbolism that position Izzy in the story as a metaphor for traditional pirate culture and its harmful impact. (Which is particularly triggering for Ed on a daddy issues level because that's his original trauma.) If you understand those things, the unique nature of the physical harm Ed does to Izzy in this story makes even more sense.

Ed also frequently communicates through metaphor himself. Him cutting off Izzy's toes is not only a show trying to convince Izzy he's playing Blackbeard right and not only a response to Izzy repeatedly threatening Stede/continuing to threaten Ed, but also is meant to physically represent the harm that Izzy has done emotionally to Ed. Ed is communicating to Izzy the only way he knows how anymore: "See how it feels to be forced to lose parts of yourself? Stede was a part of me. My hopes of softness and joy were a part of me. You cut those off too."

There is so much evidence against the thought that Ed is some irredemable, monstrous lover of violence who will hurt Stede someday. Stede would have to repeatedly and directly threaten someone else Ed loves first (which Stede won't do), and even then, Ed would really have to fight with himself.

It's not his nature, y'all, and I'm so frustrated that some people keep insisting it is. I'm frustrated about what that says about people's ability to empathize and consider reasons for or contexts behind behaviors--particularly when the character in question is an openly queer and likely neurodivergent indigenous man. Is it so hard to have compassion and forgiveness for him? Please don't get stuck in that punitive, dehumanizing mindset.

Redemption is so important, which is why I appreciate that Izzy gets a growth arc once he stops centering his entire identity on the Blackbeard persona and clinging to toxic masculinity. (Seeing Stede's impact, how different things could be, vs. the harm caused by the traditional ways, changes Izzy too!) Izzy's time, as a side character and mentor figure and piracy metaphor, does end, but first he gets to live with more meaning and unlearn many of the negative behaviors. That's the goal, right? To move forward.

[khaleesiofalicante]

Like a Challenge - An LDV Malec Story

“Tutoring, Mom? Really? The rest of us didn’t get tutoring.”

“It’s different these days, hun. The curriculum is extremely competitive now,” his mother points out, walking past him down the stairs. “It’s as if they want the children to fail in class.”

“So, what if he fails a class or two?” Alec asks without thinking.

Mom stops in her tracks and turns around, incredulous. “Please tell me you’re joking.”

“He’s in fourth grade!” Alec throws up his hands. “Nobody cares if he fails at math!”

“I care,” Mom huffs.

“Do you really care if he fails math, or are you just worried about your friends finding out?” Alec cocks his head.

“Do you really not want him to go for tutoring, or are you just complaining because you don’t want to drive him?” Mom counters, raising an eyebrow.

Right. Never argue with a lawyer.

“Mom, come on,” Alec groans, trailing after her. “I have lectures.”

“You don’t have lectures on the weekends,” she points out, pausing at the bottom of the stairs. “And the last time I checked, you don’t have a social life either.”

“That was unnecessary!” Alec scowls, crossing his arms. “I have plans to hang out with Jace on weekends, you know.”

“Great, take Jace with you.”

“Mom!”

“Alec, honestly, I ask you for one thing-”

“Okay, here we go-”

“-And I do so much for this family while managing my full-time job-”

“Jesus, Mom! Fine. I’ll drive him!” Alec relents. 

He knows full well that she only asked him because he was the only one who’d drive through Manhattan traffic on the weekend without complaining (much) about it. 

Izzy just straight-up said, ‘No, thanks.’ Alec wishes he could be that indifferent too.

But maybe it’s not a bad thing. 

His little brother is growing up fast, and Alec worries that Max will pull away any day now. He’ll be a teenager in a couple of years, and Alec will have graduated from Columbia. Max will be too cool to hang out with his boring older brother.

So, yeah. Maybe this is an opportunity to bond. God knows he struggles with it. He’s good with Izzy, and Izzy is good with both of them. But Alec and Max never really clicked for some reason. He usually blames the age gap, as it prevents him from thinking too much about other possible reasons.

“Thank you, darling, drive safe!” Mom blows him a kiss and heads out the door.

Alec heads upstairs to find his brother, only to discover that Max is already downstairs, sitting in the passenger seat, waiting for him.

“Someone’s excited for tutoring,” Alec chuckles as he slides behind the wheel. “Is Mom forcing you too?”

“No, I want to be good at math,” Max hums in response. “Dad says I need it if I want to study programming.”

“Buddy, you’re nine,” Alec shakes his head fondly.

“Maybe I’m a child prodigy,” Max shrugs and leans out of the window. “How long till we get to Brooklyn?”

“Shouldn’t you know that, Child Prodigy?” Alec grins.

Max scowls and looks out the window again, unimpressed. Alec isn’t really sure how to get through to him. Nothing he ever does or says seems to interest Max.

Except for one thing.

“Do you think when you’re president, we can skip the line when we go to Five Guys?” Max asks suddenly.

It’s one of his favorite things to do - asking Alec the most random hypothetical questions about his future as the president of the country.

The rest of the family, and probably the rest of the country, mostly care about how he’s going to change lives. Max just wants to know if they can skip lines and get discounts.

Sometimes Alec wants to become president just to make those dreams come true.

“They’ll probably close it down for us,” Alec replies. “We’ll be the only people there.”

“That sounds sad, Alec,” Max says casually.

“I guess,” Alec murmurs, trying not to let it sting. Kids, man. Oof. “But we’ll have each other, right?”

“I guess,” Max echoes, going back to people-watching through the window.

When they arrive at the address Mom gave him, Alec climbs out of the car and escorts Max to the building. They climb the stairs, Alec holding Max’s hand.

“I’m not a child,” Max mumbles, tugging at the strap of his backpack with his other hand.

“You are literally the legal definition of a child,” Alec laughs. Max rolls his eyes.

Maybe this is why they don’t vibe. Maybe Max doesn’t want to feel like a child, especially with siblings old enough to go to college. But Alec doesn’t know how else to treat him - like a baby, something precious and important. 

“Why are we taking the stairs anyway?” Max complains.

“This is an old building,” Alec explains. “Most on this side of town don’t have elevators.”

“Do you think when you’re president, you can make elevators compulsory for all buildings?” Max asks.

“I don’t see why not,” Alec shrugs. “It would make buildings more accessible for people with wheelchairs.”

“Or you could ask people to build flying wheelchairs,” Max suggests. “That would be accessible and fun.”

“Would you be interested in being one of my advisors?” Alec asks, maybe a little too genuinely.

“We’ll see,” Max hums, as if considering all the offers from all the potential presidents.

Alec can’t help but smile. His brother is too good. 

Which is why he doesn’t need this stupid tutoring. Max is perfect. He is hardworking and probably the smartest of them all. Alec doesn’t want Max to think there’s something lacking in him, even if there is, he doesn’t want Max to feel like it’s something to be fixed.

Sometimes you’re just bad at stuff, and that’s fine.

Max knocks on the door, and Alec quickly crouches down. “Hey, listen. We don’t actually have to do this.”

“Really?” Max looks surprised, as if he didn’t know that was an option. “What about Mom?”

“We could tell her you went to class,” Alec grins. “We could just hang out in the arcade for an hour instead.”

“Really?” Max gasps, eyes wide with excitement.

So, that’s how you become the fun sibling. You lie to your parents and play loose with your morals. 

Got it. Alec can do this all day.

He’s about to throw Max over his shoulder and run down the stairs when the apartment door opens. Alec looks up.

Oh.

“Hello?” The man on the other side smiles warmly. “You must be Max. I’m Magnus.”

“Er, it’s Alec, actually,” Alec straightens up immediately. “Alec Lightwood.”

“I was talking to the child, but it’s nice to meet you, Alec Lightwood,” Magnus says with a small roll of his eyes. His gorgeous eyes. “Max, do you want to come inside?”

“Uh,” Max hesitates and turns to Alec. “We’re actually here to sell Girl Scout cookies. Right, Alec?”

Magnus leans against the doorframe, an amused smile playing on his lips. “Are you a Girl Scout then?”

“Yes?” Max replies, uncertain but determined.

“Not that I am opposed to breaking gender roles, love, but you don’t seem to have any cookies with you,” Magnus points out.

“It’s in the car,” Max informs seriously. “We’ll go get it.”

“Hold on there,” Alec grabs Max by the shirt and pulls him back. He smiles awkwardly at Magnus, who steps aside to let them in. “He’s just joking.”

“Joking?” Magnus raises an eyebrow, settling into a small circular dining table for two. “Trying to be a stand-up comedian, are we?”

“No,” Max scowls, clearly not amused.

“No?” Magnus shakes his head with a smile. Gorgeous. Gorgeous. Gorgeous. “What do you want to do when you grow up then?”

“I’m gonna make video games,” Max declares confidently.

“That sounds fun,” Magnus says, genuinely interested.

“You’re not gonna ask me what I want to do when I grow up?” Alec asks, trying to keep his tone light.

Magnus gives him a look, then sighs dramatically. “What do you want to do when you grow up, Alexander?”

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

“I’m gonna be the president,” Alec announces.

“That doesn’t sound fun,” Magnus remarks, turning back to Max.

“Shall we get started? I know a lot of people don’t like math, but I’ll try to make it fun for you, hm?”

“You do this a lot?” Alec asks, settling onto the couch, unable to resist.

Magnus glances at him, amusement flickering in his eyes. “Alexander, you are interrupting my class. But if you must know, yes, tutoring is my side gig.”

“What’s your main gig then?” Alec presses, intrigued.

Magnus tilts his head, a playful smile dancing on his lips. “You know, your mother doesn’t pay me to talk to you.”

“Can I pay you to talk to me?” Alec grins, undeterred.

“I don’t think you can afford it, darling,” Magnus hums, turning his attention back to Max.

Alec doesn’t disturb them afterward. He settles on the couch, fiddling with the book he brought. But he can’t focus. His eyes keep drifting to Magnus, who is quietly tutoring Max, a smile ever-present on his face. Max seems engaged in the lesson, asking questions now and then, laughing at whatever Magnus tells him.

An hour and some intense pining later, Magnus wraps up the lesson and even offers Max a cookie.

“Do I get a cookie?” Alec asks with a grin walking up to the man in the small kitchen. 

“I don’t think you’ve earned it,” Magnus shrugs, putting the box of cookies away carefully. “Is there someone else who can accompany Max next weekend?”

“Do you find me distracting?” Alec cocks his head.

Magnus lets out a dramatic sigh, as if annoyed, but it’s not a no. “Does your brother know?”

“He knows I’m gay,” Alec shrugs.

“Does he know you’re flirting with his teacher?” Magnus corrects.

“Max, do you know that I’m flirting with your teacher?” Alec calls out.

“You keep staring at him a lot,” his brother says with a slight frown. “Is that what flirting means?”

“No,” Magnus says seriously and turns back to Alec. “If you’re coming here again, I’m going to have to ask you to behave.”

“What if I find him a better teacher?” Alec suggests. “Can I come back here and not behave then?”

“You can find him a different teacher, but I doubt you’d find him a better teacher,” Magnus replies haughtily.

“You didn’t answer my question,” Alec notes.

“I quite like Max,” Magnus says to that. “I’d like to keep tutoring him.”

“Yeah?” Alec can’t help but smile at that. “He’s good?”

“He’s curious,” Magnus replies. “I like curious children.”

“And he seems to like you too,” Alec points out. “He’s usually very quiet. He laughs with you. Never laughs at my jokes.”

“Maybe you’re not as funny as you think you are, Alexander,” Magnus suggests.

Alec laughs at that, shaking his head. “I guess it’s just an older brother thing. He doesn’t like anything I do.”

“Appreciation is not the same as affirmation,” Magnus says. “He might not show it, but he seems to believe in you anyway.”

“Is that right?” Alec asks, amused.

“I’ve known him for an hour, and he’s already mentioned four times that when his brother becomes president-”

“It’s just a silly game he likes to play-”

“He says when, not if,” Magnus points out. “He believes in you. Sometimes that’s enough.”

“You got all of that in an hour?” Alec asks incredulously.

“I am very perceptive,” Magnus shrugs.

“Do you want to go out on a date with me?” Alec asks, feeling like enough foreplay has been had. Well, not enough, but maybe they can pick it up later. Hopefully.

Magnus stares at him for a long moment, fiddling with the hem of his blue shirt. “Did you mean what you said before? About the president thing? Is that really your dream?”

“Yes,” Alec nods without hesitation.

“Then it is best that you keep your distance from me,” Magnus points out.

“Why?” Alec asks.

“Because dating someone like me will make things difficult for you,” Magnus replies.

“Magnus, I’m a gay man trying to be the president of this country,” Alec laughs. “It’s already difficult for me.”

“So why on earth would you make things more difficult?” Magnus demands. 

“Because I like a challenge,” Alec shrugs. “And you’re really fucking gorgeous.”

“Huh,” Magnus says in response. “Well, you should’ve probably started with that.”

Alec chuckles. “So?”

“So?” Magnus echoes.

“You gonna give me a cookie or what?” Alec asks.

“Not yet,” Magnus hums. “Perhaps you should give me your number, and I’ll let you know if I change my mind.”

Alec does his best not to jump into the air and pump his fists. He nods solemnly instead. “That sounds fair.”

“Alec, let’s go!” Max shouts, picking up his backpack and wiping his hands on his trousers.

“I’ll see you next week, Max,” Magnus tells the boy with a smile. “Remember your homework, hm?”

“Okay,” Max gives a thumbs up.

“I’ll see you next week too?” Alec asks.

“I suppose you will,” Magnus smiles at him. “Have a good day, Alexander.”

“Yeah, it’s not gonna get better than this,” Alec calls over his shoulder as he grabs his brother’s hand and heads down the stairs.

“Alec?” Max says as he climbs into the passenger seat of the car.

“Yeah, buddy?” Alec asks as he gets behind the wheel.

“Are you going to marry Magnus when you become president?” Max asks him.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Alec scoffs, giving his brother a smile. “I’m gonna marry him way before that.”

[samiwife]

Hi friend

Could I ask you for a Izzy Stradlin Headcanons and Preferences pretty please ?

YES OFC <3 We love our little Izzy <3 Thanks 4 the request <3

Headcanons and Preferences 𓆩⟡𓆪 (Ft: Izzy Stradlin)

𓆩♡𓆪= Smut

ੈ✩‧₊˚= Fluff

⋆ ★= Angst

𓆩⟡𓆪 = Headcanons

Sex addict

Rough but sweet

Loves you no matter what

Gives you the princess treatment 24/7

Has a resting bitch face

Acts like he doesn't care but he really does

Gets sad when you don't ask how his day is

Loves ass and titties

Has a gorgeous voice when singing

Deep voice when he wakes up

SO HOT WHEN HE WEAR HIS COLLAR IS OPEN

You leave lipstick stains on his white shirts

HICKEYS EVERYWHERE

Gets jealous easily

Rough sex when he's angry

Loves it when you or he degrades you during sex

HE IS KINKY ASF

Has strong ass hands

Sometimes Izzy chokes you during sex

No matter how rough he is, he always makes you comfortable

Amazing aftercare

HAS A HUGE FUCKING DICK

Looks so peaceful while sleeping

STRONG ASS FUCK

Women would kill to fuck him

He is always loyal to you

Calls you by sweet pet names like "princess" and "babydoll"

Has a new hobby every week

Owns an apple tree for some reason

Drinks 24/7

Smells like alcohol and cologne

Quiet sometimes but he is very smart

He could talk for hours

Sometimes borrows your eyeliner

Has the cutest smile

Would be a good father

Pouts a lot

Thinks he looks cool but he looks kinda dorky

Sometimes his tough exterior turns cute

Loves to skateboard but he always gets hurts

Always has headaches

Always use alcohol or cigarettes to cure them

HIS NOSE RING IS SO HOT

Burps randomly to annoy you

Loves cats and dogs equally

Always cries silently

He is emotionally silent

His fashion always changes but it always looks good

Loves his friends but never hangs out with them

Has the prettiest eyelashes

You style his hair in funny ways

Has the perfect face to practice makeup

Lastly, he could talk to you for hours and he always opens up to you no matter how angry or sad he is. He's usually a quiet and introverted person but with you he feels he doesn't need to hide himself.

[maximwtf]

Izzy Hands x reader fanfic where the reader courts him by sending anonymous love letters.

Izzy Hands x Reader

words: 2760

google docs pages: 4,5

warnings: Oddly enough for something I’ve written, none! Is this lowkey corny though? Yes, maybe that needs a warning of its own. 

opening: Your desperate earlier attempts at courting the first mate of Blackbeard’s had gone unnoticed, so you resort to writing love letters. Maybe he’d realise if it was laid flat in front of his eyes. 

AN// Reader can be any gender! It’s been a good while since I’ve written anything fluff-like, so apologies if that affected the quality of this :”D! Requests are still open <3! (please someone request something sword-fight related, or I’ll have to think of something myself)

 “Not worth your time”

How many attempts would it take for him to realise what you were trying to say? How did he not notice even when you thought you couldn’t get any more obvious? Or was he just on purpose ignoring you? Were thoughts that had been on your mind for a long time now.

Izzy Hands, the first mate of Blackbeard's, was either too focused on his work and just didn’t realise or was ignoring your confessions on purpose. Of which you hoped wasn't the latter. For the past few weeks you had tried almost everything you could have thought of, not counting in just telling him how you felt. The only reason why that card hadn’t been used yet was because you didn’t know if he cared for you in the same way. You wouldn’t be able to bear the heartbreak of confessing to him and being rejected would cause. Not to even mention having to be on the same ship with him after, you’d rather take a jolly boat and leave at that point. So you had resorted to hinting your feelings for him through actions, which had proven to be unsuccessful. 

As long as you’d known the man, he had never been too good at expressing his feelings. If he was upset, he might have said something about it to you and then disappear for a moment to resolve whatever was going on in his mind. Never had you seen him cry, but you expected he was just the kind of person to cry whenever he was alone. But even when he was happy, he’d show it through very small actions, sometimes not even his expression changing. You weren’t even sure if the man had ever been in love. Maybe he just didn’t know how to express that either? Or perhaps that was you hoping the earlier attempts of getting him to realise how you felt hadn’t been for nothing. 

Either way, it was clear you’d chosen a man who was harder to read than a map drawn by a toddler. He hadn’t and seemingly wasn’t going to notice you flirting with him, but maybe something else would work. Flirting had never been your strong suit anyway, you’d always been much more skilled with written down words. It was easier to think of what to say and carefully choose the right words, which you couldn’t do while spending time with the first mate. And perhaps you could blame yourself even for the bad success, knowing your flirting and how it usually played out. So your plan was clear. To start writing anonymous love letters to him, and slowly make it as obvious as possible. 

To be quite honest, you weren’t so sure if the man even knew how to read. Though, surely for one to become a first mate they had to know how to read, right? Or maybe that was just your last hope speaking. You’d seen first mates get chosen and there wasn’t a job application that came first. The person who was thought out to be the most experienced with piracy was chosen ultimately over the skill of literacy. Though, Stede appreciated the skill understandably more than the seadogs you’d sailed with for most of the time. 

Literacy had been the reason why you and Lucius started talking as well. You’d started to take turns writing notes for Stede after you had gained his trust. Due to this new formed relationship with the man, you would sometimes talk to him about Izzy. From what you collected, Lucius wasn’t the biggest fan of him, understandably. But Lucius hadn’t been against you trying to court the man either, he’d even encouraged you to write the letters. Perhaps he was hoping you’d succeed and manage to change Izzy for the better somehow. But that was thinking too far ahead. 

Firstly you had to figure out what to write in the first letter. It ended up not being anything too obvious, but you made sure to put an emphasis on the parts where you mentioned admiring his seamanship skills. Not leaving a signature or anything that could retrace the letter back to you, you folded it nicely and sneaked it to his quarters by sliding it under his door. It was only at that point that you truly realised how silly this was for an adult to do. Though, you forgave yourself for the sake of this being the last trick you had up your sleeve. 

The evening passed quickly, night cooling down the air and bringing a slight fog with it to hug the vessel sailing across the water gently. You’d taken the lookout shift for tonight, knowing you wouldn't have been able to sleep. It also gave you time to write the second letter, knowing there was almost never any activity on the sea in a weather like this. It was going to be a calm night.

You sat down in the crowsnest, leaning over slightly as your pencil danced on the small piece of paper. The contents of the letter may have been more flirty than intended because of your sleep deprived mind, but you scrapped none of it. Letting your thoughts run as they pleased, the second letter was finished with a small heart as a signature at the bottom. You folded it nicely like the first letter, using a drop of wax from the candle you had up in the crowsnest to seal the paper. 

The sky began to change colour when the sun decided to make its return. You climbed down, back on the main deck. You’d walk by Izzy’s door before going to sleep and slip the letter under his door like before. Most of the crew was still asleep, it only being the very early hours of the morning. Pure luck for you, since no one would notice you sneaking around like this. 

Izzy was one to wake up rather early, so you didn’t dare to make any noise. At times it felt like you were holding your breath just in case that would alert him, though thinking about it after, it sounded silly. But nevertheless, you’d gotten the letter delivered and made an escape for it. All the way to one of the free hammocks where you got comfy and fell asleep rather quickly. 

After that you took a break from writing the letters. Not a long one, but you had to think the third letter through more thoroughly. You’d sat down with Lucius, and chatted with him about it. As far as Izzy knew, the two of you were the only ones who could write and practised it actively. So the first mate didn’t have many options on who could have been writing the letters. “Lucius, I need to ask something from you.” You started, knowing he might just do this for you. The ‘mhm?’ he gave was all you needed as a sign to explain further. “Give the third letter to him.” You said quickly, biting your inner lip. The plan was to ask Lucius to give the letter, and when Izzy would eventually realise it wasn’t written by Lucius, he wouldn’t have many options left. Lucius stared at you for a moment before a faint smirk formed on his face. “Alright.” He said, raising his eyebrows in a knowing manner. It seemed he didn’t need a further explanation, the plan being clear to him.

After the conversation, you got to writing. This letter was more bold, more straight forward. You allowed your handwriting to differ more clearly from Lucius’, making it more obvious it wasn’t from the other man. Half way through writing, you leaned back on the chair. Was this even going to work? You had continued talking to Izzy after the first two, but he didn’t seem like he was even trying to figure out who was sending the letters. Or maybe you’d just missed his eyes wandering across the deck when he thought no one was looking, desperate to find who’d written words like that of him. Who in the crew would ever think of such things of someone like him?

You shook your head, resuming back to the letter. Writing the third one took the longest, only because it had all your thoughts in it. A proper confession with an ‘I love you’ at the end. You thought of signing this one, but then decided against it. He was witty enough to figure out it was you based on the letter, and if he felt the same he’d come looking for you. Hopefully.

That same evening you delivered the letter to Lucius, almost scared to let go of it. With a swift wink Lucius took it, and promised to give it to the first mate just before the crew usually went to rest. That way you’d be up in the crowsnest, the look-out shift taken by you yet again, and you could get some fresh air before having to face the first mate. 

Time passed, the tension within your body building up. With stiff steps you got up to the crowsnest and slid against the mast to sit down. A deep breath. Lucius would have given Izzy the letter around this time. There was no turning back now, but there was also still that part of you that didn’t even want to. You’d waited for long enough, and this was like ripping off a bandaid, only you didn’t know what the damage under would be. If any. 

Lucius had found Izzy, handing the letter to the man with that same amused grin on his face which he had tried to hide. “What is this?” Izzy asked, furrowing his brows slightly as he accepted the piece of paper. “Have you-?” He was about to add, but Lucius was already turning away to leave. “That is for you to figure out.” He said, before leaving Izzy alone with his thoughts and the letter. His eyes stared blankly at the folded paper, carefully opening it for reading. 

The first mate’s eyes scanned through the words, his free hand going slightly over his mouth. This letter had far more passion in it than the other two mysterious letters he’d received. But yet it was written tenderly with care, still anonymous. Lucius had been such an asshole about revealing who it was. Of course he had thought it must have been Lucius playing with him from the start, but after the second letter it had gotten far too advanced to be just a crude joke anymore, he hoped. But there weren’t many literate men on the ship.

Izzy took the time to find Stede’s diary in his hands, scrolling through it just enough to be able to compare the two handwritings together. He knew you and Lucus took turns writing notes for Stede, and to his luck he was able to match the styles. Lucius’ handwriting looked different from the one used in the letter, but the other style in the diary matched the one in the letter’s almost perfectly. It was you, had been this whole time.

Izzy slammed the book shut, folding the letter into his pocket and making his way to the main deck where he knew you were. Just today he’d told you to skip and leave the shift for him, but you'd strongly insisted against it, saying you didn’t feel tired due to the full moon. He’d wanted to ask what you were talking about, the time of the moon being full still at minimum a week away, but you had left before he was able to. But now he knew why you’d left so abruptly. 

Izzy appeared on the main deck, gaze searching for you. The deck itself was empty, it wasn’t yet so dark that he couldn’t see as much. The sky was clear of clouds, no fog in sight. No lookout in this weather would be on deck, you must have been in the crowsnest. His gaze travelled up, seeing the faint light of a candle up in the mast. “Aye!” He called out, voice keyed up. He hadn’t even thought of what to say, just wanting to know why you thought such things of him, still in the belief it must have been a bad joke being played on him. 

Izzy’s voice made your heart skip a beat, making you tense. He’d figured it out, of course he had. You swallowed, finding your mouth dry and jaw tense. “Yeah?” You called back, frozen in place. It didn’t take long for the man to reply. “Come on down here!” Another hard swallow. You should have just jumped over the gunwale earlier or left on a jolly boat, this was terrifying. “In a moment!” Your voice wavered as you got up and started climbing down, through the lubber’s hole, towards the main deck. 

It felt like the wooden flooring was lava as you stepped on it, finding Izzy standing there. The faint light of a singular lantern giving some light in the otherwise dark environment. You felt like running away as Izzy pulled the latest letter from his pocket. “Did you..write these?” He asked, breaking the silence which had been creeping its way between the two of you. You hadn’t even realised the force you’d been biting your inner lip at, before now. “I- Yes.” Your voice betrayed you yet again, the words coming out shaky. Almost like you thought you were in trouble? “So Lucius is off the hook.” Izzy said, the words not making you feel any better. “So I’m still- on the hook?” You asked, a light joke in an attempt to make the nervous sweat back down. “You could say so.” He put the letter back into his pocket. “Surely you don’t fucking think of me in that way?” The first mate added, the tone of his voice giving you the impression of him thinking you were tricking him. 

You wanted to reach out to him, to somehow tell him that you were speaking the truth, but your mouth was still dry. All words that were so beautifully written on the paper, now somehow gone, disappeared into thin air. Or in this case thick air, you felt like you couldn’t bloody breathe. “Izzy, I meant every word.” You said, voice almost so silent you feared it might have gotten lost in the light wind. Though, in truth there only being a cat’s paw on the water. Izzy’s eyes snapped on you, almost dropping the cigarette he’d been about to light. “You-” He started, but you wanted not to hear the things the man thought of himself. “Yes, I love you, you moron.” You allowed yourself to say, taking an awkward step closer to him. “Dear, I’m not worth your time…” He started yet again, which you wanted so desperately to end. He did not see the things you saw in him. “Shut up, please.” You took the cigarette from his hand, daring to look into his eyes, your gaze searching for his answer. Did he feel the same? 

Izzy must have seen the question marks in your eyes, as his expression softened to one of slight worry. “Please, don’t do this to me.” He said, his hand rising but not quite sure what he should do. “Say it.” You pleaded, eyes glued on his. “I do, more than I should. I love you” You bit back a relieved smile, gently placing your free hand on his collar. He didn’t pull away, rather leaned in which you took as a yes to kissing  him. It didn’t last long, the tension of it making you pull away slowly, but not far. His face left with a mix of emotions, of which most he didn’t know how to express. You smiled, turning to light the cigarette with the flame of the lantern. You took a quick drag from it before placing it near the man’s lips. He raised his hand enough to take a hold of the cigarette, mouth left softly agape. “I love you-” He said, voice lost, like he had to repeat the phrase just to make it sound real to himself. You wanted to reply, but a wave hit the bow of the ship. You wouldn't have otherwise reacted, but the moment had caught you off guard, just like the wave. It swayed the ship softly, pushing you against him. There was no real danger of tumbling over, but the first mate still placed his free hand swiftly behind your back, looking rather awkward after. “I know.” You smiled, now knowing saying that was true. Finally you knew he cared for you too, knew that he’d realised how you felt.

AN// It's yet again 4am when I proof read this, so if there are any mistakes I apologise for that!

[girl-of-many-fandoms]

Better Late Than Never

Pairing: Alex Karev x Reader

Summary: After years of being gone, Alex makes his return to Grey Sloan Memorial.

Warnings: Mention of Jack Gibson and light cursing.

She's baaccckkk!!!

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“Dr. Y/L/N.” 

“What is it Griffith?” The brunette looked up from the tablet in her hands to see the new intern smiling back at her and panting like she just ran two miles. Y/N cocked an eyebrow and the intern who seemingly forgot her reason for searching for the OBGYN in the first place.

“Oh! There’s a really handsome man looking for you. Well, I overheard him asking Dr. Hunt for you down in the pit but he got brushed off so I offered to bring him up but he said he knew this hospital like the back of his hand. Which is weird now that I think about it.” Griffith tilted her head to the side causing her curls to bounce on top of her head as she thought back to her interaction with the man.

“Did he give you a name?”

“I didn’t ask but he’s right-” 

“Here.” For a second the doctor’s heart skipped a beat at the sound of a very familiar voice. A voice that she tried so hard to forget over the past couple years. 

No no no, it can’t be him she thought.

“Y/N.” 

“Griffith I need you run down to the lab to collect Mrs. Henry’s lab workup.” Alex hung his head and the intern could visibly see her superior trying her best to ignore the man that called out to her.

“Y/N you can’t igno-” 

“Griffith-”

“On it.” The intern glanced between the pair before speed walking down the hall to the elevator. Alex sighed, he knew that she wasn’t going to be happy to see him but he didn’t expect her to ignore him either.

“Y/N please, can we talk?”

Rolling her eyes at him Y/N walked past him to go check on her patient but that only made him follow her. Alex securely took hold of her arm and pulled her into the nearest on-call room.

“Alex! What the hell?” Breaking away from him she wasted no time in putting as much distance between them as possible. 

“Y/N I know you don’t want to see me especially after the way things ended between us but I just want to talk.” 

“It’s been years since you left me to go back to Izzie and now you want to talk. Alex I’m only going to say this once, fuck you. I don’t want to hear a word coming out of your mouth because when you were supposed to talk to me you left. You took your things and took off leaving me a freaking letter filled with bullshit.” Alex listened to her release all her anger on him that she definitely had pent up over the years.

“I meant everything in that letter Y/N. I loved you and every single thing we had built together-”

“Oh please, you wouldn’t even know what love is even if it slapped you in the face Karev. If you had loved me, loved us and what we had, you wouldn’t have left. We would’ve come up with a way for you to meet your kids and be a part of their lives but you took off instead. You didn’t mention them to me, you just found out and left me in the dirt.” Hot tears pricked at her eyes as all the hurt, frustration and anger rushed to the surface but she’s not going to let them fall. Alex Karev didn’t deserve another tear of hers.

“You didn’t deserve that.” 

“I didn’t deserve that but yet still you did that to me!” Alex felt a stabbing pain in his chest hearing and seeing how much pain, how much she’s hurting over the way he left. After all, they were three days away from getting married and starting a life together.

“I’m sorry.” 

“It’s a little too late for apologies.” A moment of silence fell over the room giving Y/N the time to get a hold of her emotions. Alex couldn’t help but take in her appearance after being away from her for years. He had to admit, her beauty never changed but the thing that struck him was the wedding band that she wore on her left hand.

“How are they?”

“Mhm?” Alex snapped back to reality at the sound of her voice.

“Your family, how are they?” She couldn’t help but to be curious about the kids and what they looked like. A smile graced his face at the thought of his kids back home.

“They’re good, the kids are growing nicely.” 

“And Izzie, how is she?” 

“We’re no longer together, we had gotten remarried and tried the whole apple pie family life but that only lasted for two years. I’m just sticking around for the sake of the kids.” His smile faltered, breaking that news to her. When he left he had hopes of working things out with Izzie and they did but it wasn’t the same and he knew that. He knew that his heart was back in Seattle with Y/N but he didn’t want to not be part of his children’s lives. Clearing his throat, he pointed to the rock that sat on her ring finger.

“You got married?” 

“I did, I married Gibson” Y/N’s lips curled up into a smile at the thought of her husband Jack.

“Gibson from Station 19? Wow, okay.” Alex didn’t see that one coming, he stuffed his hands into his pockets as he continued.

“He uh- treating you right?” 

“He is.”

“Good, good, you deserve it.” Y/N could see that he’s still wrapping his head around it and just as she was about to say something her pager went off.

“I have to go, they need me in the pit.” She brushed past him but stopped with her hand on the doorknob.

“Alex, although it took a while, thanks for finally coming to talk.”

“Better late than never, right?” The pair chuckled at that statement because it’s true. Now she was finally able to bury what they had.

“But I should get going, take care of yourself Karev.” Y/N opened the door and ran off leaving him in the cold room. Just as the door closed shut behind her, Alex found himself saying the three words that he wanted to tell her all along.

“I love you.”

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