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It just can't be serious...
I've seen in fics and people say that Hank hates Gavin with a burning passion but that makes no sense to me cause while Gavin is an asshole about it, nothing he says about Hank is wrong.
I'll probably quote this: Gavin doesnât call Hank out for his alcoholism⌠he makes a very shitty comment about how itâs starting to stink of booze in the room Hank is in. The delivery of the line is not intended as a âbuck up and sort out your shit, hankâ but obviously as a way to be mean. It has bully written all over it.
And this one is even more hilarious
And despite what people think about Gavin, I believe that if Hank was truly apologetic, Gavin would acknowledge it, accept it and never bother Hank again if he could see that Hank was actually putting in the effort to do better.
Apologetic for what? Nothing that happens to Hank has anything to do with Gavin, no matter what people headcanon. Hank has no impact on Gavin's work or life, if they think that's the case, then they should learn to distinguish canon from headcanons. Because Hank doesn't give a fuck about Gavin at all. Or do they mean Hank pointing a gun at poor sweet Gavin? I guess people forget that Gavin assaults an android more than once and if they think it is ok and that he had his reasons they are delusional.
The truth is, Hank doesn't care about him. At all. He doesn't hate the guy, despite the fact that Gavin is hated by the whole police station, he just doesn't care. And why would Hank putting in the effort to do better for Gavin?
And now this one
He knew that treating androids poorly for the death of his son was wrong and that he was just looking for someone to blame so there's no way he wouldn't realise that Gavin calling him out was 100% justified and would apologise to not only Gavin but his co-workers for his behaviour.
Name me one colleague of Hank's that Hank treats badly? Ben warns him about Gavin's presence at the crime scene, not the other way around. Show me a moment where Hank gets pleasure from hurting an android? Or a moment where Hank's taking revenge on androids because he doesn't want to be replaced by them, or the moment where he's mocking them. Hank never does anything like that, unlike Gavin. So which coworkers does Hank have to apologize for? His colleagues respect him and treat him well, and if you say that this is only for past merits, well, something that was not in the original source is still not considered canon.
So what did Hank do to Gavin personally that the guy is constantly picking on him? Pointing the gun, once again?
Well, Gavin literally pushes his co-worker towards a machine that is about to destroy itself while he himself is cowardly watching it from afar, so? Yes, Hank drinks, Hank is depressed, why does Gavin care about any of this? It doesn't affect him at all, and if someone says that it does, these are still headcanons that have no bearing on what we saw.
Hank isn't perfect but Gavin is a bad person the fandom strangely adores, he punches connor and is obviously looking back at his coworker for validation. Same when heâs laughing about the guy dying in the eden club. He acts like an asshole and then looks around to see if other people are laughing with him.
#hank anderson#detroit: become human#detroitbecomehuman#detroit become human#dbh hank#dbh#gavin reed
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does anyone have any advice on how to feel alive again
#me @ me: no one cares#sorry to keep depression posting i just dont know what to do#its hard to stay positive when everything feels so fucking bad all the time#covid shit is stressing me out. election shit sucks so bad. my health is bad my mental illnesses are mental illnessing#and if one more person at my stupid fucking job makes a fucking comment about my fucking mask im actually going to start killing#im so serious. i really cant do this anymore#why dont people care about other people it makes no sense#why are people so fucking horrible to each other. everything is so fucking horrible#one of my coworkers literally right now has covid and on our zoom call he was like well the vaccine wouldnt have done anything anyways#are you sure about that??? because you sound like you cant fucking breathe#idk i just feel hopeless and bitter and exhausted and like nothing will ever be okay ever again. and im At Work.#how are you supposed to combat this. what are you supposed to do.#no amount of cognitive fucking behavioral therapy is going to fix the fascism or the climate change or the pandemic or the or the or the#like literally why bother. it doesn't matter nothing matters!#i just want to go home#but then when i get home im like fuck. i really want to go home.
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grapes and good fortune // ln4
pairing: lando norris X reader
word count: 4.7k
warnings: cursing and alcohol use
includes: friends to lovers, mutual pining, and fluff
summary: when your plan to find love on new year's eve doesn't work a certain someone may just fix those plans.
a/n: surprise! here's a cute little lando nye fic for you! it was so fun to write and i hope you all enjoy :)
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Itâs not the end of the world to be single. Youâve gone your whole life technically being singleâ each guy youâve had a thing with never resulted in a full fledged relationship. It never really seemed to bother you that much, youâd learned to be more independent and learned that your time is in fact more valuable than men think. Though, as the years passed and your friends started to get into serious relationships you couldnât help but feel a little left behind.
You knew everyoneâs time would come and seriously you were in your early to mid twenties â you still had a whole lifetime ahead of you. But the third wheeling you seemed to be a professional at by now was starting to get embarrassing. Also, holidays just really seemed to suck while being single. You knew there was more to life than being in a relationship, but god dammit youâre a human. You crave love and affection and no matter how independent you areâ you still want to love and be loved.
Your friend group had unsuccessfully tried setting you up with more guys than you could count. Each one you really did try and give a chance, but there was nothing there. You didnât think you had high standards by any means, but if you didnât feel anything with these guys then why waste your time?
âYou went on how many dates this month and none of them piqued your interest?â Your friend grills you as the two of you are sitting on the balcony of your apartment. Youâd come back from another unsuccessful date and decided to drown your sorrows with a bottle of wine and a yapping session.
âGenuinely think there might be something wrong with me at this point.â You complain as you sip the sweet wine in your glass.
âThere isnât anything wrong with you.â The two dates a week for the past month say different, but you werenât going to actually disclose that number to her. âMaybe your heart has already laid claim to someone else?â
âI think I would know if I was in love with someone.â She doesnât say anything, but the way she inconspicuously sips her wine is telling you what sheâs wanting to say. âNot this again.â
She puts her hands up in defense all while having a shit eating grin on her face. âI didnât even say anything, but you immediately assuming thatâs who Iâm talking about says it all.â
âIâm not in love with Lando.â
Yes you were.
âI mean heâs one of my closest friends and it would just make things weird. He also for sure does not look at me in any way other than platonic. Heâs got models flocking to him and literally thousands of other girlsâ I couldnât compete.â Your friend remains silent once again as she sips her wine and watches the scene in front of her unfold. âOkâ just because I drunkenly admitted last year that I might possibly have a little tiny miniscule amount of feelings towards him does not mean Iâm in love with him.â
âYes it does.â Your friend replies without missing a beat.
âNo it doesnâtâ You say with a huff.
âY/N, babe. You donât see what everyone else sees and maybe your brain is trying to protect itself from the small chance of destruction, but you two are so in love itâs actually ridiculous.â
âI donât think heâs looking for a relationship right now. If this season so far is any indication of what next season is gonna be like, do you really think heâll want a serious relationship to juggle too?â Youâd chugged the last bit of wine in your glass and immediately filled it back up.
A loud scoff comes from your friend. âWith some girl he just met? No. You are a whole different story though. You two have history and are quite literally each otherâs person. Two peas in a pod. Match made in heaven.â
You didnât understand why your friend was so adamant about Lando and you getting together. What if it ended in flames and your friend group is stuck having to play children of divorce? You donât want that.
âDo you hear yourself right now? I think youâve had too much wine because thatâs not true.â
She sits up on the edge of the wicker couch with an annoyed expression painted across her face âDo you hear yourself? Iâve never seen someone deny themselves happiness like you.â
âI donât think I have actual feelings for Lando though. I really think itâs just because we are the only two single people in our friend group and itâs like I feel obligated to somehow have feelings for him. I just need to find the right person and whatever I may be feeling about Lando will go away.â
If someone could professionally roll their eyes your friend would be a pro. âYouâve already found the right person though!â
Before you can argue back for the hundredth time tonight the familiar tune of an incoming facetime call fills the air. Your phone thatâs sitting on the glass coffee table lights up and Landoâs face fills the screen. You glance over at your friend whoâs got a smirk on her face that could rival the Cheshire Cat.
âSpeak of the devil.â She laughs.
You let it ring, fully knowing that if you answer it your friend will be insufferable the whole time youâre talking to him. You do send him a quick text to make sure everything's alright and of course he immediately responds with-
everything's all right.. just missed you is all.
Which has you locking your phone and stuffing it in the pocket of your hoodie. When you reach for your glass and realize itâs empty again you decide to just grab the bottle and drink straight from it.
âDrinking from the bottle because youâve come to terms with how dumb youâve been?â Your friend teases.
âNope. Itâs from having to deal with you all evening.â
Alright so maybe you did have actual feelings for Lando, but you were never going to fully admit that to your friend or anyone else for that matter. You didnât want to risk ruining what you two already had, which was an amazing friendship. So for the following months you continue to go on an endless amount of dates and with each one that fails your friend's voice rings in your mind.
Maybe you wouldnât be able to find someone else if you subconsciously compared every guy to Lando. They were never funny enough or charming enough or took themselves too seriously. In the end it was simply the fact that they werenât Lando. So maybe your heart had already dug its claws into Lando, but you werenât going to give up without one last battle.
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New Year's Eve. The final night of the year and the one party of the year that celebrates ends and beginnings. Youâd hoped that with the plan you had for tonight that your streak of horrible dates would end and the next one would be the one. The trend of eating twelve grapes under a table at midnight on New Yearâs Eve had been all over your social media. According to the internet if you were to do this youâd find love or your soulmate the following yearâ which was something you were so desperate for. So, your said plan was to bring some grapes with you and find a table to sit under.
As you were taking one last final look in the mirror a familiar British accent echoed through your apartment. âAre you almost ready?â
You quickly slipped on your heels and grabbed your bag off the dresser, but by the time you turned around there stood Lando, leaning against your doorframe with a slight smirk on his face. âBeen waiting forever. Itâs gonna be next year by the time we get out of here.â
His teasing, which usually always got a reaction out of you, was ignored. The sight of him had you frozen in your tracks for a moment. He had on a white button up, which he always looked good in, but it was the couple of undone buttons at the top and the necklace you got him for his birthday last year around his neck that got your attention. There was always something about seeing Lando in things you got him that made that funny feeling bloom in your stomach. Perhaps it was the fact that everytime he chose to wear them you knew he was thinking about you and that when he was away a part of you was always with him.
âQuit staring.â
You're knocked out of your trance and the blush that creeps onto your cheeks from getting caught is almost as embarrassing as being caught. âI wasnât staring. I was admiring my good taste. Should have gotten one myself.â You try to play it off and push your way past him with what little amount of confidence you have at the moment.
âIâll get it for you, then we can be matching.â Lando says as he follows behind you.
âI can buy it myself.â
âYeah, but Iâm still gonna get it for you anyways.â
You stop in the kitchen and grab the little bag of grapes out of the fridge. âI donât need you to get it for me Lan.â Youâre too preoccupied with figuring out how to fit everything into your small purse to see the utterly confused look on Landoâs face.
âOk forget about the necklace. Why the hell are you bringing grapes with you?â
âIncase I get hungry.â You reply without missing a beat.
âThere will literally be food at the party. I even made sure Max got those little cocktail sausages you like.â
And there he goes again, making those feelings youâve tried and are still presently trying to push down come to the surface all because of some damn cocktail sausages. âI appreciate that Lan, but Iâve been on a grape kick lately. Just canât seem to get enough of them.â
With your purse finally closed with the grapes securely inside, you head towards the door, more than ready to get to the party.
âIâll text Max and tell him to get some grapes delivered.â Lando mumbles as he closes the door behind him.
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Youâd never considered yourself much of a party girl, but there must have been something in the air tonight because you were living it up. From the dancing to the drinking and then to top it off somehow in the middle of everything you showed off your DJing skills with Lando.
Somehow youâd managed to unglue yourself from Lando for a moment and ended up in the kitchen among the various kinds of alcohol. Youâre pouring the last bit of coke into your coke and malibu when Max comes up beside you.
âI see you finally escaped from Lando for a moment.â
An airy laugh emits from you. âYeah, heâs been a little clingy tonight.â You state as you turn and lean back against the counter, facing the large crowd of people.
Max copies your actions, but not before grabbing a beer. âWhat are you talking about tonight? When heâs back home itâs like you two are conjoined at the hip.â Which was true, but you didnât get to see Lando as much as youâd like, so you make the most of what you can. âOh forgot to tell you, your grapes are in the fridge.â He motions towards the stainless steel appliance with his beer bottle. âLando better pay me back. Do you know how much I paid to get that damn bag delivered? Absolutely insane.â
Your mouth forms an âOâ shape at Maxâs words. âI heard him mention something about asking you to get some when we were leaving. I thought he was just joking.â
Max scoffs. âThere is no such thing as Lando joking when it comes to you. Think heâd chop off his own arm to make sure you were happy. Hell if you needed an organ heâd be the first one in line to give you one.â
This time itâs your turn to scoff. âNo he wouldnât.â
âWhy do you do that?â Max groans.
You narrow your eyes at him, confused as to what he was referring to. âDo what?â
âAct like he doesnât think the world of you.â
Your mouth opens to reply, but no words come out. Instead you bring your cup to your lips and fill the void with your drink. What Max had said was true, but you couldnât help it. You figured if you forced yourself to think that Lando didnât care that deeply about you, then those feelings that you harbor for him wouldnât rise to the surface. It didnât help that his behavior recently had you thinking that perhaps he felt the same about you and when you have your mutual friends in your ear implying that to be true it just makes things that much harder for you.
âYou probably havenât even noticed that heâs been practically watching us talk this whole time have you?â
You can feel your heart rate start to speed up just at the thought of it. As your eyes scan the room they finally land on the Brit standing in the corner with some other people, but heâs not actually engaging in the conversation, heâs too busy staring back at you. Somehow from across the room you can still see those pretty mixture of blue and green eyes of his sparkle and when he realizes you're finally looking back at him a shy smile spreads across his face before heâs quickly looking away.
âWish you two would stop dancing around each other and just admit what we all already know.â Max mumbles before taking a swig of his beer.
Maybe itâs the mixture of alcohol and the fact that youâve once again got someone in your ear about Lando and you, but you can sense those feelings starting to claw their way back up and you arenât sure if you can push them back down tonight.
âTen minutes until midnight!â The DJâs voice travels through the apartment and youâre sure Max will be getting some kind of fee taped to his door in the morning.
Max says something about talking to you later before exiting the kitchen and you realize with ten minutes till midnight that youâve got to get your grapes and find a table to fit under. For the moment you push Lando to the back of your mind and focus on your very important task at hand.
Luckily for you Max had a decently sized dining table in his apartment so with your grapes in hand you crawled under the table, which thankfully was shielded by a tablecloth, and settled in for your feast.
Lando on the other hand had been searching for you everywhere since the ten minute announcement. Heâd literally just seen you in the kitchen with Max and then when he looked back again you were both gone. Heâd gone in the bathrooms, the bedrooms, the closets, every single place he could think you would be and itâs like you had vanished. Max had a large apartment, especially to be living in London, but it wasnât that big to allow for you to not be found. His texts to you had gone unanswered and he began to think maybe you had left, but he knew you would have told him if you were leaving, so that theory went out the window.
When the five minute announcement hit his ears he began asking people if they had seen you and with each no or i think she was in the kitchen a while ago he received his hopes of finding you before midnight started to diminish.
Heâd finally worked up the courage to tell you how heâd felt tonight. After years of holding himself back and not wanting to ruin what you two already had, heâd decided that life was too short and that he would come to regret not allowing himself to truly love you like he should. He knew you were the one and there wasnât a bone in his body that didnât think you didnât feel the same. So, he was finally going to bite the bullet tonight and he wanted you to be the person he was kissing as the clock struck twelve. But if he couldnât find you, then how in the world was he supposed to do that?
Lando was honestly starting to get worried over not being able to find you, screw the whole love confession at this point. What if something had happened to you? Heâd been all over Maxâs place countless times and he still couldnât find you. With the official countdown echoing through the apartment he decided to just say fuck it and head to your place and see if you had gone home.
As he was heading to get his coat a familiar sparkly heel sticking out from under the dining table caught his attention. It was the same type of heels heâd seen you put on earlier and he did somewhat of a double take. He wondered if it was the couple drinks heâd had messing with him because why would you be sitting under Maxâs dining table?
He crouches down and slowly lifts the table cloth up, unsure of what heâs going to find underneath it. Everyone is only getting louder and with five seconds until midnight what he finds staring back at him under the table is not at all how he expected his night to end up. There you are with your now empty bag of grapes on the floor and your cheeks stuffed full of said grapes. You resemble something of a chipmunk and Lando canât help but laugh at you.
âWhat the hell are you doing down here?â
The excessively loud shouting of happy new year from everyone while noise makers and confetti fill the air distract both Lando and you for a moment. He didnât think this is the position heâd be in right now, he figured heâd be in that crowd with his lips on yours like so many others right now. While you on the other hand didnât think youâd be caught in such an embarrassing situation, not to mention you hadnât even gotten all your grapes down, so this stupid thing was probably all for nothing.
His attention is back on you in no time and he really wants to know what you were doing. Were you that addicted to grapes that you had to hide under the table while you got your fix? If so, he may need to have a talk with you.
âSeriously, why are you hiding under the table stuffing grapes into your mouth?â He prods again.
Your mouth is still so full of the grapes that you canât really talk and all you can manage to get out is leave while simultaneously trying to jab his leg with your heel. You were embarrassed and at this point scared you might choke on the grapes, and youâd rather go out in peace then have Lando cause a scene because you were choking.
âOuch!â Lando yelps as your heel finally makes contact with him. You know heâs being dramatic because you barely even kicked him, but you would try anything for him to drop that table cloth and let you be. âCome on, come out from under there.â Lando grabs your arm and practically forces you to come out from under the table.
Luckily, everyone else was too preoccupied with still ringing in the New Year to see you crawl out and as you dust yourself off you're still chomping on the last couple grapes left. The party only seems to be getting crazier and you donât really feel like staying here until the party inevitably ends at an ungodly hour in the morning, especially now that your plan for love has undoubtedly failed.
You finally swallow the last couple grapes and take a deep breath, the fear of choking and embarrassment now behind you. âDo you care if I leave? Not really feeling the party that much anymore.â
Lando doesnât even question your request. âIâll walk you home, let me grab our coats and tell Max we are leaving.â
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The cold England air hits you as you exit Maxâs apartment building and youâre thankful that your place isnât very far from his. Itâs silent between Lando and you for some time, the sound of your heels on the pavement, fireworks in the distance, and other people celebrating are the only things you two hear.
âCan I ask you something?â Lando finally breaks the silence.
âShoot.â
He takes a deep breath fully knowing once he opens this locked away side of him that thereâs no going back. âHave you ever thought about us?â
You feel your heart skip a beat at his question, yet you try to remain cool and collected. âWhat do you mean?â
He stops in his tracks causing you to mimic his actions. âLike,â he motions between the two of you, âus.â
Thereâs not a doubt in your mind about what heâs referring to and yes you do think about the two of you. Yet your brain feels scrambled once you're actually confronted with the possibility of Lando feeling the same as you. Youâd tried so hard to ignore the feelings, hell youâd tried something you saw on the internet to hopefully bring a different man into your life to finally squash those feelings. Youâd just never thought youâd be in this position though and itâs throwing you into a whirlwind.
Lando isnât sure what your silence means and he figures heâs already started, he might as well just fully admit it at this point.
âFuck it. I told myself I was going to do this tonight and Iâm not gonna chicken out again.â His cheeks are rosy from the cold and you can tell by the way his pretty eyes dart all around your face that heâs trying to figure out how to say what he wants to say. âIâve got feelings for you.â He finally blurts out.
âNo scratch that Iâm in love with you Y/N. Think I have been for some time now. Iâve tried telling you how I felt for what seems like ages, but Iâve always been too scared to. Iâve been afraid that you wouldnât feel the same and to me Iâd rather bottle up my feelings and keep you in my life then tell you how I feel and lose you. But clearly Iâve grown tired of that and realized that the reward would be higher than the risk. Youâre my person Y/N. I couldnât imagine life without you and to have you be mine would make life that much better. So here I am baring my heart to you on some street in London on New Yearâs Eve. I actually had a whole plan on how I was-â
His rambling while you loved most of the time was cut off by your desire to shut him up with your lips on his and you did just that. You grabbed him by his coat and pulled him into you, your lips crashing together. It takes him a moment to realize what's happening, but when his brain finally starts to work and he kisses you back itâs everything you could have imagined and more.
Kissing Lando is like heaven on Earth and the way his soft lips feel against yours has you wishing you would have just stopped being so stubborn and listened to your friends ages ago. His large warm hands come out of his pockets and he cups your face as he deepens the kiss, which has you feeling lightheaded and warm all over.
Thereâs fireworks being let off not too far away that light up the sky above you, but youâre too engrossed in each other to pay them much mind. Itâs truly like a scene straight out of a movie and you know youâll remember this moment forever.
You two finally pull away to breathe and itâs like you can see the world in a whole new way. The depressing grey landscape of London in the winter time suddenly looks like it was painted in technicolor and neither of you can wipe the cheek hurting grin off your faces. âSo I guess you feel the same?â He asks.
âYes Lando Norris, Iâm in love with you too. Have been for a while and like you I didnât want to ruin what we already have. To me there was no possible way that you felt the same and I hate rejection and the idea of losing you. So, I went on a million dates trying to find someone that would replace how I felt about you, but I guess you canât replace someone who your heart has already laid claim to.â
You feel Lando intertwine your fingers with his and itâs like everything just feels right in the world.
âIâm glad we stopped being so stubborn and that I donât have to see you out with all those random guys anymore.â
âBelieve me, none of them even came close to comparing to you. It was like going on a date with a sack of potatoes most of the time.â
His infectious laugh fills your ears and you feel your heart swell. You canât believe this was what you were depriving yourself of for so long.
The rest of the walk back to your apartment is spent walking hand in hand. All while little giggles escape each of you ever so often and Lando occasionally kisses you on the head or lifts your intertwined hands up to plant a kiss there.
âI have to ask again. Itâs really been bugging me. What were you doing under that table?â Lando asks as you near your apartment building. A loud groan emits from you and there isnât anything less that you would want to talk about than that. âCome on, just tell me!â
âFine! I saw this thing on the internet that if you eat twelve green grapes under a table at midnight that itâs supposed to bring you luck in the love department in the New Year. Like youâd find your soulmate or something. I was so desperate to try and get over these feelings I have for you so what we had wouldnât be ruined that I was willing to try anything.â
Heâs silent for a moment and then he looks at you with the biggest smile on his face. âWell Iâd say it worked didnât it? Youâve found love and not to be overzealous, but Iâd say your soulmate too.â
Youâre stunned for a moment when you realize that yes, the grapes did work, just not in the way you planned. The universe had put Lando in your life years ago and for some weird reason had you wait this long to finally truly be in one another's lives, but you wouldnât have it any other way. Hell, youâd eat a whole package of grapes if that meant Lando and you got to be together in every lifetime.
âThey did, didn't they? I guess almost choking to death was worth it in the end.â
âI mean I know Iâm every womanâs dream, but you didnât almost have to kill yourself to get my attention baby.â
You playfully slap his arm as he laughs at you. That big head of his was sometimes fully ego and you realized you were going to have to put up with it all the time now. âOh shut up.â
âYeah, but you love me.â He states before pressing a kiss to your lips, which has your mind feeling like TV static once again.
When you pull away and look him in the eyes thereâs nothing but pure love staring back at you and you know that this is who is meant to be in your life, till the end. âMore than youâll ever know.â
The next morning you receive a group text from Max with Lando and you in it.
max: why have i found an empty bag with what looks to be a grape stem in it under my dining table??? i fully know it was one of you.
you: i donât know what you're talking about.
lando: me either. no grapes were consumed by us last night. must have been someone else.
#lando norris#lando norris x reader#lando norris imagine#lando norris fic#lando norris fluff#lando norris smut#f1 x reader#f1 imagine#f1 fanfic#mine#writing
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#i'm fine btw lol#i talk a lot abt killing myself for someone who's probably not gonna do it#tried before and it famously didn't work . which is why y'all have to suffer and deal with me now đť#but it's fine i won't do it#i will just dream abt doing it until i die fr one day#hopefully sooner rather than later#such is my life . life fucking sucks i hate being alive etc etc#nothing tethering me to lifeeeeee and that's fine i've come to understand that nothing remains meaningful to me apparently#i need to put my head in the oven or smth#damn dude i should just kms but it's like . đŽâđ¨ you know . hard to think it might not work again etc etc#lol idk#school is starting again and i've never been more suicidal in my life i think like wow#i really do not want to do this ... but it's cool đŤ who cares#i'll suck it up and get the fuck over myself and deal with#like either i do it or i get kicked out.. i don't really have much of a choice đŽâđ¨đ¤˛ so#anyway... i'm fine really... it doesn't matter anyway... even if i wasn't bc there's literally nothing to do abt it so why bother#i'm going to go and try to stomach some food bc i've been throwing up everything i've been eating bc of how stressed i am#and then i'll just . lie down on the floor and patiently wait for tmmr#i'm really tired đ like beyond the regular usage of the word tired.. m fucking exhausted...#blah blah blah wah wah wah my life sucks you guys are sick of this so i will shut up but i think i'm not gonna be super active on here#anymore bc of school so 𫡠just figured i would log out but im sad so who i be if i didn't make some depressing text post abt killing myself#before i did. that đ jrjrjdkdkdkd lol#dl#neg
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Types of lingerie they'd go a little feral over â plus-size!fem!reader x cod characters
Includes: Price, Soap, Ghost, Gaz, KĂśnig, Graves, Alejandro, Rudy, Valeria
CW: mid/plus-size reader, photos of people wearing lingerie!, mentions of sex/sexual activities
Photos are not indicative of reader's body type/skin colour/other physical attributes! Just meant to be examples, but us bigger girls deserve some rep on here (but also why is it so hard to find cute pics of mid/plus-size girlies that aren't ads or extremely edited?)
All rights go to owners of the photos! I tried to crop out their faces as best I could <3
John Price
Price would love anything feminine. He adores when you play into his housewife kink, parading around the house in babydoll dresses and fur-lined robes (preferably sheer). He wouldn't even bother with taking the pieces off once he gets his hands on you, simply pulling and adjusting where necessary. Not above ripping either, but don't worry, he'll gladly buy you some new sets. Maybe he should get you some of those crotchless panties, poppet, would save him a lot of hassle.
Johnny 'Soap' Mactavish
Listen, as much as he loves it seeing you all dolled up, there is nothing that gets him going quicker than you in some raggedy, hole-ridden comfy clothes, preferably when they're his. His boxers framing your plump ass so nicely, digging into your flesh a bit when you move and his shirt doing nothing to hide the jiggle of your tits while your nipples poke through the fabric. If he sees you like this, his hands are all over you in a split second. God forbid your shirt is cropped, showing off your soft tummy and the underside of your breasts â you couldn't pry him off with a crowbar.
(you cannot tell me Johnny doesn't own some dumbass boxers like this)
Simon 'Ghost' Riley
In fear of repeating myself, I think Simon would also go a little dreamy-eyed over you in your comfies. Except, unlike Johnny, he loves those sweet little pj-sets you wear. He's still a little taken aback every time he comes home to you curled up on his â your â couch. The realization that he has something this sweet to come home to â that he has a home at all, hitting him like a freight train. Like Price, doesn't bother taking your pajamas off when he pounces on you. Just makes it easier for him to tuck you into bed after he's done with you.
Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick
Garters, belts, straps, buckles, the whole thing. And best believe he's the one picking them out, too. You'll randomly find boxes on your bed, the contents in different styles, colours, fabrics. He insists you model them for him, or send him pictures if he's deployed. The sets are an absolute nightmare to get into, but he'll gladly help you take them off, darlin'. Don't mind him though, if he snaps a photo or two in the process. Also loves it when you wear lingerie as part of an actual outfit. What can I say, the man loves showing you off (with the knowledge he's the only one that gets to see the full sets and everything underneath them later).
KĂśnig
Anything resembling some cheap halloween costume from party city. It honestly doesn't matter to him what; sexy secretary, naughty nurse, you name it. Literally whatever. He will lose his mind a little if you go as far as to engage in some roleplay pertaining to whatever you're wearing â acting like he's your boss or your patient. Oh, a pair of animal ears can and will make his eyes roll back in his head. (He will, however, ensure that your outfits are of relatively good quality â they've gotta outlast a least a few rounds, Schatzi).
Philip Graves
Ugh, he's so nasty (affectionate). He wants you to look hyper-feminine. His perfect little all-american wife (even if you've never set foot in the usa, or don't yet wear a ring on your finger) in her hyper-feminine lingerie, waiting for her soldier to come home. Frilly bras, lacy undies and silky night dresses in white or pink or any pastel shade. He gets off on the innocence they exude â makes him want to ruin you. And then wife you up. Maybe give you a baby or two.
Alejandro Vargas
Corsets!!! Or anything somewhat structured, really. This man adores the shape of your body no matter what, and the way the corset only accentuates the curve of your waist and pushes your tits up so deliciously has him rock fucking hard. If you choose to add some thigh-highs to that with the plush fat of your thighs spilling over the edge you may as well have killed him. He also has this weird infatuation with the marks the corset leaves on your skin after you (or he) take it off.
Rodolfo 'Rudy' Parra
This poor man nearly faints the first time you wear lingerie for him (and pretty much every time after that). It doesn't particularly matter to him what it is, but he does like it when you stick to the classics: simple lacy bra and panty set. He likes that it makes you feel confident and (relatively) comfortable, as your comfort is always his number one priority. He also just thinks the simplicity of the sets helps accentuate the beauty of your body, rather than distract from it.
Valeria Garza
Anything expensive. Like, crazy expensive. She has the money, amor, why not spend it on something she enjoys? She'll make sure you only wear the highest quality fabrics (and that goes for all your clothing, by the way, she likes taking care of her girl). There are diamonds glittering all over your body, highlighting all your curves and twinkling with every move you make, and a nice string of pearls disappearing between your folds.
(I couldn't find ANY photos of this type of lingerie on bigger bodies, my apologies. Rest assured Valeria will get everything custom-made for you â remember, only the best for her girl)
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18+ mdni.
You've never suspected the evil would have taken the form of Jay, a hot guy from your college, but when he takes interest in you, you rapidly discover the secret he's been hiding.
pairing: jock!jay x fem!reader
wc: 5.7k
warnings: graphic description of gore (mention of blood & injuries), dubcon, implied inexperienced!reader, unprotected sex, jay's kinda mean but hey he's evil so ain't my fault lol.
a.n.: jennifer's body au cause why not. old fic from an old blog, but it's still my fav of all time <3
Jay thinks he never felt that much pain in his whole entire life. Itâs like his soul is screaming from the inside out, as if someone stabbed him in the stomach, tearing his guts apart.
Oh, but thatâs what actually happenedâŚ
How can he still be alive? He swears he was dead seconds ago, losing liters of blood through the cut in his stomach. But heâs very much conscious right now, getting out of the woods he was brutally murdered in.
Well, is it still even murder if he survived?
It doesnât matter anymore anyway. All he can think about at this moment is how hungry he is. He would devour anything he can put his hand on, and god, why does the person on the other side of the street look so⌠edible?
He feels the dried blood that dripped from his mouth stick to his skin as his hands are stained in the same red substance, holding his stomach where, surprisingly, he is no longer bleeding from.The pain is atrocious, but he needs to fucking eat, and so he approaches the person faster.
The moment they notice him, their eyes grow bigger and they let out a strident scream, but Jay gives them no time to leave.
He doesnât know what in the hell possesses him to jump on that poor human, his teeth becoming sharper than they ever were, shredding their neck in pieces, their screams slowly dying down as he eats like a starved animal.
The fresh blood is coating the dried layer on his chin. He feels like an uncontrollable beast, and heâs literally acting like one right now. No one with a right mind would have ever done this⌠but itâs like he isnât a human.
He was revived from the dead, thereâs nothing human about him anymore. Nothing.
He has an idea as to why this happened.
Those girls â that girl band who he seemed so enthralled by â sacrificed him, and for whatâŚ? For fame? For money? Whatever it is, they killed the wrong person because obviously the sacrifice didnât fucking work. Heâs still very much alive.
Heâs cursed now, thatâs for sure. Or whatever the hell is happening to him.
He looks down at his victim; itâs a man.
He suddenly feels nauseous, vomiting what he had so far swallowed. A dark liquid comes out of his mouth, and god, itâs even more painful than the cut in his stomach.
He feels disgusted by himself â why isnât he full? Eating felt so good, considering how starved he was, but itâs like he ate something ⌠expired.
Whatâs wrong with him⌠He ate someoneâs guts, of course it doesnât taste like a 5 stars meal. Then why did his instinct tell him to do that?
Thatâs fucked up.
The next few days are horrible for Jay.
After that night, he doesnât eat anything except for raw chicken and other types of meat that are just not enough to satiate him. It doesn't taste good either.
He lays in bed most of the time, having no energy, skipping the gym and his practices, which he usually never does. He gets texts from his friends, but he doesnât bother to check his phone.
Itâs on Sunday night that he decides to leave his bed, going to look at himself in the mirror. He has big dark circles under his eyes â not particularly flattering. Heâs still very hungry, but none of the food in his fridge makes him want to eat.
Thereâs one thing heâd want, thoughâŚ
Itâs when he receives a text from a specific person that he knows what to do.
iseul: hey, jay. wanna study together for the finals?
â-
âHey, man,â Jayâs teammate, Jungwon, greets him. âHeard about Hana? Thatâs fucked up,â he says, walking beside his friend. âAnd right after Iseul⌠My parents refuse my sister to go out alone now.â
âYeah, I heard,â Jay replies, not really caring, but still listening.
Itâs not like anybody liked Hana before, he doesnât understand why everybody suddenly cares now that sheâs dead. She needed to die to finally have some importance. How sad.
She wasnât that good of a laid either, so really, whatâs the matter? Sure, itâs tragic, but whoâs going to miss her besides her family.
âCanât be an animal at this point,â his teammate says under his breath, âDo you wanna know what Iâm thinking?â
Not reallyâŚ
âWhat?â
âIâm thinking itâs gotta be some âJack the Ripperâ kinda guy. You know those freaks who wanna be the modern this or that.â
Kind of offensiveâŚ
Jay rolls his eyes without Jungwon noticing, snickering at his words.
âThe policeâs saying itâs a bear or some shit,â Jay explains, reaching his class. âThatâs more believable than your âmodern Jack the Ripperâ.â He mimics quotes with his fingers, stopping in front of the classroom.
Jungwon still doesnât seem convinced, but itâs not Jayâs job to make him less stupid. He can believe what he wants, heâs not an investigator even though he thinks he is.
âSee you at practice, alright?â
âYeah, later, man.â
Jay has never been very attentive in class. He doesnât care about a lot of things and college is one of them. He wouldnât be here if it wasnât for his parents and their high expectations of him.
Heâs looking outside the windows, noticing the grey clouds, heavy rain pouring from the sky. A flash of lighting breaks through the sky, hearing the thunder a second after.
Nobody seems attentive either, all interested in the thunderstorm thatâs starting. It might be the strongest theyâve seen in a couple of years.
âCrap,â the teacher says as the electricity is cut off, surely because of the thunder.
Girls are gasping, some of them whispering to each other about how creepy the situation is while the professor waits for the power to get back on.
Jayâs phone lights up as he gets a new notification. He takes a look, reading the text he just received.
jungwon: practiceâs canceled..
Great, Jay thinks. He really needed to get some steam off, but it wonât happen today.
âSir!â A girl raises her hand, catching the attention of the professor. âAll classes got canceled. Can we leave? Apparently the power isnât coming back for a few hours.â
The professor seems quite disappointed, but he lets everyone go back home, seeing no point in staying if he canât teach.
While exiting the classroom, Jay gets bumped into by someone. He doesnât move much, but the person drops their books on the floor, bending down to pick them up hurriedly.
âShit⌠Sorry, I wasnât looking where I was going,â you apologize, standing back up when you have all of your books in your arms.
âItâs fine,â Jay mumbles and you give him a straight smile.
He recognizes you from highschool, a girl he never talked to, but who he knew the name of. Then, he watches you walking away for a short moment, eyeing the curves of your silhouette, memorizing it.
â-
Youâre in the cafeteria, sitting with your friends, waiting for about a good 30 minutes now. The storm from yesterday is still ongoing, and the power is very unstable, cutting off every now and then.
The finals are scheduled for today and the administration told the students to come regardless of the storm, thinking it would stop during the night. So youâre waiting to be sent to the gym where the exams are usually taking place, but seeing the electricity goes off and comes back every second, it isnât the best time to start an exam.
People are free to go, itâs college after all, but most of the students are staying in case a decision is made. You know you wouldnât want to skip your exam, thatâs why youâre staying, even though itâs starting to get really long.
No murder has happened since the beginning of the storm, confirming the police suspicions that it might be a wild animal doing this. A bear wouldnât come out during a thunderstorm, hence why no bodies have been found or anyone going missing.
You donât really know what to think of the whole thing. You never really experienced anything of the sort before, only ever seen it in the news, taking place in a far away city. Now, itâs really different to be a witness of it.
You donât understand how an animal would do such a thing, especially since they arenât known to attack humans, or⌠eat them. But everybody is kind of desperate to find a culprit.
As youâre looking through your notes, you notice that youâre missing a piece of information that you absolutely need to know for your test. You would ask your friends, but none of them are in this class with you. Plus, you forgot your book so the only solution would be to go to the library.
The place is lit up by candles and oil lamps. The power doesnât seem to have come back here either.
The librarian isnât even here, so you canât ask her for directions, which would be really useful, but youâll do without. You go to the biology section and start searching for the book you need. It takes you some time, carefully looking through the shelves until you notice an older edition of the book. You hope what you need is in there.
You start flipping the pages to the right chapter, but you jump out of surprise and drop the book to the floor at the sound of someone elseâs voice.
âArenât you supposed to attend your exam?â
Itâs the guy you bumped into yesterday; Jay.
Whatâs weird is that you didnât hear him at all, you could have sworn you were alone in the library. You suppose heâs a really quiet walker.
âUh, y-yeah,â you stammer out, furrowing your brows. You bend down to pick up the book, his eyes following your movements closely. âJust had to come here for this,â you say and show the object in question in your hand. âWhat about you?â
He leans on the shelves beside him.
âDidnât feel like wasting my time back there,â he explains and you nod, not really sure what he wants exactly⌠Itâs not like youâre friends or anything.
You canât see much of him with the low lighting in the library, but you still catch on the way heâs looking at you intently. It makes you slightly uncomfortable, considering heâs towering over you with all his height. And Jay is very tall compared to you.
âIs- Is there something else you wanted to ask meâŚ?â You manage to let out, voice a bit shaky and uneasy.
âAre you scared?â he asks casually.
He steps closer to you, and you donât understand why you donât step back. Itâs like you donât dare.
âWhat?â
âThe storm. Pretty intense, right?â
Is he really interested to know if youâre scared of storms or is he playing with you? Why would he even play with you in the first place, thatâs what you wonder.
His behaviour really confuses you. Itâs true that you donât know him, but he isnât the type of guy to just⌠creep girls out. Maybe itâs not his intention though?
âOh, yeah⌠itâs nothing I've ever seen before,â you confess in a small voice.
âMe neither,â Jay replies.
You hold the book against you tighter like itâs some sort of protection, or just as emotional support. You donât know whatâs up with him, but it has you feeling some type of wayâŚ
You feel the knot in your stomach getting tighter as he gets even closer, trapping you between him and the bookshelves.
Yes, youâre scared, but not of the storm⌠of him.
And⌠thereâs a part of you that likes it â likes the attention he gives you, the way his dark eyes look at your body. His gaze makes you think of a carnivore, a predator.
Youâre the food he was looking for.
âItâs really loud, isnât it?â he observes. âI wonder⌠if you had to scream, would anybody hear you?â
That startles you right away.
âJay-â Saying his name seems to catch his attention, his eyes looking directly into yours. âStop it.â
He doesnât break eye contact, and youâre destabilized by how long he can hold your gaze, a shiver running down your spine, making the hair on your arms stand up.
Itâs only to whisper in your ear that his eyes leave yours.
âStop what exactly?â
His hot breath hits the side of your neck, hearing your heart pounding in your chest, the knot in your stomach becoming heavier and heavier. Your hands clasp around your book, holding onto it for dear life as you gulp down the excess of saliva in your mouth.
You scrunch your eyes shut when you feel his hands on your hips, fingers sneaking under the hem of your top. Your core heats up, blood rushing to your cheeks.
âWhat do you want?â You breathe out, opening your eyes when Jay faces you again.
He takes the book from you, putting it back onto the shelves, not caring if itâs the wrong placement.
âJust a little bit of fun,â he answers, âwouldnât you like that, hm?â He slips his index finger under the band of your skirt then, pulling you closer to him, his lips only centimetres away from yours. âI know girls like you are too shy to ask for it⌠So Iâm making the first move.â
âNo, I-â You begin, but donât have the time to finish your sentence.
âItâs fine, Iâm gonna take the lead. You donât have to worry about anything, pretty,â he tells you, tilting his head and pressing a light kiss to your lips. Surprisingly, you reciprocate it. He pulls his hand away from your skirt, putting it around your neck instead. âI knew youâd be into it, youâre a little freak, arenât you?â
You donât know what to answer. Is there even anything you can say back to him? Whatâs the point of lying when he has you trapped between his large body and the bookshelves, his slender fingers gripping your neck, his lips brushing over your face.
But would that be really a lie saying heâs wrong about you? He doesnât know youâŚ
He kisses you again, this time sloppier, his tongue dominating yours easily. He nudges your legs open with his knee, his other hand swiftly diving under the hem of your skirt, groping your flesh in a lewd way that keeps you out of breath â apart from the fact that his tongue is currently exploring your mouth.
He graces the bump of your pussy with his knuckles, making your knees buckle at the unexpected contact. He rubs the pad of his middle finger over your clit, a whine escaping your throat, muffled by his mouth on yours. The moment is brief until he slips his hand into your underwear.
You try to make him stop by grabbing his wrist, pulling away from his lips to pathetically whisper a âpleaseâ that makes him chuckle.
âAlready begging for me, sweetheart?â He softly laughs, smirking at you. âExcited by the idea of a guyâs fingers in your little cunt instead of yours? Is that it?â
You frown because that wasnât the reason why you begged him, but now that he said this⌠your thoughts are going into a completely different way. Whatâs wrong with you?
âDo you wanna know how it feels, baby? How itâs like to have your pussy stuffed by someone elseâs fingersâŚâ
Heâs not waiting for an answer as he starts stroking your bud of nerves in slow circular motions, applying some pressure to really make you feel it. You let out another whine, this time of pleasure.
Jay then shifts down to your entrance, circling it with a lot of delicacy, but this gentleness of his doesnât go on for long as he pushes a finger into you. You bite down on your bottom lip â the size of his fingers are in no comparison to yours. Your eyes well up in tears, little cries escaping your mouth when he adds a second digit.
âI know, I know,â he whispers, âmust be uncomfortable, hm?â You nod your head, confirming his words. âItâll feel good soon, I promise. Youâre used to the feel of your tiny fingers, itâs normalâŚâ
When he says this, you have a hard time believing him. How could it feel good when you werenât at all prepared for this â when itâs not what you wanted.
He begins to move his fingers inside of you, slow and long strokes at first, circling your clit with his thumb at the same time. He curls his fingers, making a little hook, patting your sweet spot. The intrusion is uncomfortable, but it progressively gets so much more pleasurable as he thrusts into you at a regular pace.
Tears are still falling down from your eyes, eyelashes wet and sticky, but they arenât the result of your painâŚ
âYouâre pretty when you cry,â Jay murmurs beside your ear, butterflies in your stomach when he tells you this.
He unwraps his hand from your throat to instead grab your thigh, placing your leg around his hip. You now feel his fingers way deeper inside of you, gently and deliciously stimulating your g-spot. You dare to look down where his left hand is operating between your thighs, sliding in until heâs knuckles deep into your pussy. This makes you breathless, head rolling back on your shoulders and hitting the shelves behind you.
âOh, my god-!â You exclaim when Jayâs ministrations bring you so close to your orgasm. Your legs are twitching, your body warning you of your approaching high.
Youâd probably be more aware of his hard cock trapped in his baggy jeans, but you literally cannot focus on anything else other than Jay fingering you, hitting your sensitive spot each time he thrusts in.
âThatâs it, baby,â he encourages, moving faster. âYou feel it? Huh?â He asks and you croak out a weak âyesâ. âTell me how it feels.â
You hate his questions â you hate them so much. He knows how you feel, but he wants you to say it, he wants you to say that you enjoy it, and⌠your body really does.
âG-Good.â
âYeah?â he breathes out, fucking your cunt with his fingers, enthralled by the little moans you let out.
âYes,â you confirm, closing your eyes and nodding your head. âFuck!â You curse out when you finally reach your high, grasping onto his forearm as you ride out your orgasm, your entire body shaking.
Jay helps you by slowly rubbing your puffy clit in circles, telling you more dirty words in your ear, all said in the sweetest voice, as if what heâs doing can be described as anything sweet.
âGood girl,â he praises, âsee, I told you itâd feel great.â
He still has his head in the crook of your neck, and you frown at the feeling of sharp teeth against your skin. Itâs barely there, just brushing over it, as if hesitating to act⌠but Jay retrieves back, looking into your reddened eyes.
He could stop there, but he wonât â though he got what he wanted, he needs moreâŚ
He pulls his hand out of your panties, fingers glistening in your arousal. âOpen wide for me, baby,â he instructs.
You glance at his hand, a little repulsed. Youâve never thought of tasting yourself and itâs surely nothing youâd have ever done if not for Jay.
You then reluctantly open your mouth and he enters his wet fingers in.
âSuck,â he adds on, expecting you to follow his orders, and you do without a second thought.
He stares down at you while you lick his fingers clean and he slides them a bit deeper, pushing down on your tongue. The taste of yourself isnât what you thought itâd be⌠It doesnât taste much, in fact.
He removes his fingers from your mouth only to put them in his own after. âAs sweet as you are,â he grins. âTurn around.â
You hesitate for a moment, looking at him credulously, before doing what he asked you to do on trembling legs.
âAre youâŚ?â You say under your breath, looking over your shoulder and seeing Jay pulling the zipper of his pants down.
âGoing to put my cock into you?â he finishes your question, âyeah, I am.â
You stop breathing at his answer, sensing his deft fingers touching your thighs and hips, going under your skirt to drag your panties down.
He soon gets his cock out of his briefs, pumping himself a couple of times before aligning his head with your dripping entrance. His right hand keeps your skirt crumpled up over your ass, laying the other one on your hip.
âCareful, sweetheart,â he says softly beside your ear, âbecause this might sting a little bit more than two fingers.â He swipes the head of his cock through your sticky folds and all you can do is moan pathetically at the feeling, lewd, wet noises echoing in the big library.
You canât see his length even with the way you contort your head to look over your shoulder, but youâre still able to see his chest and hips moving as he pushes his cock into your pussy. Though you have no idea what he looks like, the painful feeling of your cunt getting stretched out to his size tells you heâs really big.
And he was right. This hurts way more than his fingers, the two feelings are not comparable at all.
âJay-,â you cry out, holding onto the shelves in front of you till thereâs no more blood in your knuckles.
He hears you, loving the sounds youâre making because of him and the way you say his name with eyes full of tears. When he bottoms out inside of you, his pelvis flushed against your ass, he lets out a low grunt and throws his head back, closing his eyes to savour the pleasure entirely.
You involuntarily clench around him, making him tighten his grip on your hip. He then starts thrusting into you, his cock sliding in and out of your pussy at a slow but harsh pace. Each time he bottoms out, Jay makes sure the skin of his thighs slap against your ass, the sounds almost as loud as your little moans and whimpers.
But the storm is so intense and noisy that heâs pretty sure nobody else in the library could hear you â if there was anyone else here apart from the two of you anyway.
Your wetness allows him to fuck his cock into your pussy back and forth, welcoming him so perfectly without any restraint. Itâs almost impossible for him to not hit your sweet spot, and he reaches so much deeper when he lifts up your thigh with the hand that was previously placed on your hip.
You donât know how long you can stay in this position, especially when Jayâs drilling his cock into you like nothing else matters. Itâs like he needs it from you, and as the pleasure only builds up in you, you start thinking you need it desperately, too.
Youâre breathing heavily, and so is he, feeling his hot breath on your neck when he tilts his head down closer to yours. You can clearly hear his breathing now as well as his deep grunts that leave his mouth every time your walls close tightly around his girth, literally sucking him in.
âShit,â he curses out as he pushes lightly on your back, deepening the arch of it so your ass is flushed against his pelvis. âHow could I have ever missed out on you⌠Youâre so- fuck,â Jay chokes out, not finishing his sentence, but you have a guess on what he wanted to say.
He then kisses your neck pretty messily, but it only raises the temperature of your body, your skin boiling hot under his soft lips. He leaves a wet trail behind, going up to your ear, down to your shoulder.
Telling him to stop isnât even possible anymore, it wouldnât make any sense⌠would be absolutely stupid when youâre so close to your second orgasm.
As he thrusts into you, his balls slap your pussy, and the sounds are just too vulgar, but itâs honestly arousing you so much. Jay lets go of your thigh to take a hold of your jaw, turning it around so he can look at your face.
Your mouth is ajar to let out big puffs of air, and itâs the same for him, his breathing being irregular and heavy. He didnât think he would ever need something that badly, which is making you his, surprisingly enough.
Making you his in whatever way possible; whether itâs by fucking you or eating you â or both. Jay doesnât care, he just wants it.
It doesnât take long for your second orgasm to pass through you, arms and legs shaking as the knot at the pit of your stomach snaps. Jay feels it very clearly, your walls hugging his cock terribly tightly, bringing him closer to his own orgasm as well.
âHoly fuck,â he hisses, his hip thrusts accelerating, literally burying his cock in your cunt until he slips out. He rapidly strokes himself and cums on your ass, strings of white cum falling on you. âOh, godâŚâ
He stays in this position for a couple of seconds, catching his breath. He then slightly backs away, making sure to keep your skirt crumpled up over your butt, looking at the mess he made of you.
Suddenly, you both catch on the voices entering the library, making you rush to dress up and clean yourselves.
â-
Youâre in your bedroom, studying and writing down in your notebook while lying on your bed. Itâs relatively quiet in your house, hearing the TV downstairs playing and the ceiling fan above your head running.
The ringtone of your cell phone breaks the silence, buzzing on top of your bedsheets. Itâs a number that you donât recognize, but the first digitals show that itâs a number from your area, so you pick it up.
âHello?â
âHey, pretty.â
âUh, who is this?â You ask the person on the other side of the line because you have no idea who would call you like this. They must know you.
âTake a guess,â they say, and their tone is oddly flirty.
You frown, starting to remember where you heard this voice for the last time⌠And in which situation exactly.
â... Jay?â
He laughs at that and you can imagine the cheeky smile heâs sporting right now.
âYou got it,â he replies, âsee, I knew youâd remember me.â
You immediately feel uneasy despite the fact youâre just talking through the phone, but things have happened since your encounter with Jay.
Things such as more dead girls, all brutally murdered by this supposed âanimalâ.
You suspected nothing until you noticed how tired looking Jay was a day or two after what happened in the library. Normally, you wouldnât have looked at him, but you literally couldnât get him out of your head after how intimate the both of you had been.
Every time he was in the same hallway as you, youâd give him a glance and nothing more as you were too shy to talk to him or even look at him for too long.
But sometimes you dared to watch him a little longer when he didnât know you were there.
And you saw the dark circles, the bad attitude he had with his friends, and the disdain look he seemed to give to everybody. You also saw him get in his car with a girl. You were jealous for a second, but you felt totally different the next day when that same girl went missing and that Jay was doing fine again.
At first, it was just silly thoughts, but it was too strong of a coincidence, you couldnât think about anything else.
Jayâs an incubus.
âYeahâŚâ You say back, shoulders tense as you sit up on your bed. âHow did you get my number?â
âAsked Jungwon for it,â he simply explains. âYou did a project back in highschool together. Remember?â
You do remember. You were so stressed out about it. Paired with a popular jock? You believed the teacher was against you, but it turned out that Jungwon was way nicer than you thought.
âLuckily, you didnât change numbers.â
Lucky for who?
âRight,â you huff out, looking through your window, a shiver passing through you at the thought of Jay hiding somewhere.
âWhatâre you doing?â he asks.
âUhm, just studying⌠Why?â
âWanna go out with me?â Jay proposes after a few seconds of silence.
You look through your window again. Itâs dark outside. This would be such a bad ideaâŚ
âItâs 9 p.m. on a Thursday night,â you begin, sounding way too bitchy for his liking, âwhere would we go? And why would I even go out with youâŚâ
âThe parkâs always open,â he adds.
âWhat-â
âRelax. Nothing bad gonna happen, alright?" his voice resonates through the phone, hearing a slight laugh after. "I miss you, that's all."
You bite down on your lip, shaking your head to get all of your stupid thoughts away. As much as you hate to admit it, you love hearing that from Jay. Thatâs all you wanted him to say since he left you in the library⌠tell you he needs you as much as you need him.
But this isnât the time for that â there wonât ever be another time anyway.
You respond nothing and so he takes it as a yes. âSend me your address, Iâll come pick you up in 10 minutes. Put something pretty on,â he chuckles, hanging up.
â-
The park isnât an open space with benches and a fountain. Itâs basically the woods where you go for hiking. There are paths you can follow that will all lead you to the same place at the end.
You could have thought of something smarter, or less dangerous, but you didnât have any time. Jay showed up at your entrance precisely 10 minutes after he hung up and you werenât exactly ready to see him just yet.
You had to get in his car anyway, the whole ride being quiet until you arrived at your destination. Your stomach churned up the moment you entered the woods, Jay behind you.
Your heart is still beating super fast right now, whether itâs because youâre absolutely scared or because Jay is kissing you feverishly, it doesnât matter. You canât do this, and you donât know how it might end for you if you let yourself be distracted by him.
âJay,â you manage to say between kisses. You push harder on his chest, making him stop from putting his tongue in your mouth. âWe need to talk,â you say firmly.
âAbout what?â he chuckles, diving back down to the crook of your neck where he plants wet kisses, his hand sneaking up under your dress while the other holds your hip.
You squirm, fighting hard to not let yourself give in to his touch.
âI saw⌠I saw Kazuha and you getting into your car the other day,â you confess and he backs away from your neck when he hears that, looking intently at your face.
âAnd? You were jealous, is that it?â He questions, lifting one eyebrow.
âNo! I mean-,â you answer right after, thinking about what to say and how to say it. âShe went missing the day after you saw her, and-â
Jay gets visibly annoyed, trapping his bottom lip between his teeth. He lets go of you, still looking at you, but not with lustful eyes anymore.
âWhat? What are you trying to say, huh?â He huffs out. âThat I killed her? Fucking crazy.â
Is he really guilty? He has to be. You know he is.
âBack in the library,â you begin to say, âwere you⌠did you intend to kill me?â You eventually say it all, breath caught in your throat as you watch Jay registering your words.
He sighs, âwhy would it matter?â You frown at that, about to respond, but he steps closer to you, trapping you between him and the tree again. âJust let me take care of you, gonna make you feel so good, babyâŚâ
He slips his hands under your dress so rapidly that you donât have any time to react, immediately overwhelmed by his groping and his lips all over you.
But you get back to your senses, using all your force to push him away. You succeed to have a safe distance between the two of you.
âSo youâre admitting it!? You wanted to- to do the same thing to me!â
âNo,â he disagrees, his voice harsh, sounding quite annoyed. âI just wanted- Fuck!â he exclaims angrily, but itâs like he doesnât know what to say.
âYou could have had everybody you wanted, Jay,â you state, looking him into the eyes, âwhy me?â
He looks back at you and you wonder how you couldnât have seen it before⌠The evil.
âWhy not? Youâre hot, kinda stuck-up, but I had to try it, you know,â he chuckles. âFor a nerdy girl, you sure know how to take dick.â
This angers you to a pointâŚ
âFuck you!â
And without thinking twice, you reach down to pick up the pocket knife you hid in your boot before.
You open it and you rush toward Jay, stabbing him in his lower stomach. You retrieve the knife a bit too hastily, resulting in you dropping it and falling down on your butt to the ground.
Jay also falls down, holding onto his stomach, red blood dripping out of his cut onto his hands. He yells out many curses, sucking air through his teeth to appease the pain as much as he can.
You watch him, startled and out of breath, eventually turning around and searching for your knife through the dirt and dead leaves. When you find it, you get back up and to Jay, but he isnât there anymore.
He has completely disappeared.
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flawed and flawlessâËŕ¨âĄŕ§Ëâ dabi x reader
you never thought dabi could be insecure.
dabi, who walked over people like they held the same worth as the dirt beneath his boots. he was so confidentâin himself and his abilities, so you could've never expected him to be insecure about anything at all.
dabi knows his scars aren't appealing. he knows the appearance of charred flesh held together by staples isn't attractive, by any means. he never cared about it before, never even bothered to think about what other people thought of his looks.
the first time he kissed you, dabi wasn't thinking about how you perceived his scars. he was too swept up in the moment to even consider how you might feel kissing him, too enamored by your taste and glossy eyes as he deflowered you with a tenderness inside him he didn't know he had
dabi's kissed you many times now. so he doesn't know why it's this particular moment where he's suddenly hesitant to
you're tracing the staples on his chest gently, laying on top of him with your legs intertwined since his mattress wasn't big enough for the two of you to lay beside each other. he's listening quietly to your words, playing with the hem of your shirt before he gently pushes the fabric aside, moving his palm under and inside the garment
your stomach is so soft. he rubs the mounds of plush skin with his rough fingertips, loving the way you felt beneath him.
he thinks about how different your skin is from the texture of his arms and face. the flesh on him was marred and tainted, and yours is so pure. something untouched by the cruel world, flawless compared to his flawed one.
he suddenly pulls his hand away from you
did you like the feeling of his sharp and cold staples rubbing against your skin? he imagined it would be an alarming feelingâthe metal wasn't warm and inviting in his eyes. he curls his fist and hesitantly rests it against your clothed back instead. you're still telling him something as he does this, but you quickly realize he was distracted after calling his name and being met with no reply.
he peers down when you stop talking. but then he realizes you're moving to kiss his jaw
and he moves out of the way, effectively dodging your kiss.
he winces when he sees the look on your face, the pout that quickly forms as he begins to panic about how he was supposed to explain why he didn't let you kiss him just now
"dabi? why're you making that face?" you mumble, gently cradling his face as he stiffens under your touch. you see the shift in his mood, and gently move your hands away to rest on his chest instead as he sighs
"nothing. what were you saying?" he mumbles tiredly as you squint up at him, entirely unconvinced by his words.
"it's not important. tell me what's wrong." you frown, not moving your hands to comfort him as you realized he wasn't reciprocating your touch for some reason
dabi stares at you. you stare back. he thinks he's the luckiest man in the world to have you love him. you just...understand. he didn't think he deserved to know you, let alone love you. but here you were, patiently loving him.
"do you like touching me? i mean, is it not fucking uncomfortable for these baby fingers?" he chuckles dryly, grabbing hold of you as he feels your palm in his. carefully, he intertwines his fingers with yours. he almost cringes at the contrast of the feeling of his wrist resting against yours as he sighs, before pulling away.
he's staring at the ceiling, not meeting your eyes as you're quite literally stunned into silence. the fan hums quietly, filling the silence as you stare up at him. you suddenly realize what he was trying to say, and your soft voice snaps dabi out of his train of unwelcome thoughts
"dabi."
he looks down, but he has to physically swallow the lump in his throat when he sees your face. he can't respond because he knows his voice will come out shaky and tremble no matter how hard he tries not to let it
"i love you, okay? i don't...i never thought you were hard to touch. you're perfect. there isn't a single thing i'd change about you."
he doesn't know why he feels like crying. his throat feels like its closed, and his eyes burn as his hand returns back to your stomach. he runs his hands all over your body, desperately trying to pull you infinitely closer to him as he lets out a shuddering breath
"i love you too, sweetheart. so damn much." he croaks, his voice strained with so much raw emotion that you can't help but lean into his touch and swipe at the stray blood that trickles down his cheek from his eye
"you should sleep. i'm right here, kay? and when you wake up, we can make those pancakes...the ones with faces on them." you muse, pressing a gentle kiss onto his lips that he desperately reciprocates
he nods his head before tucking it into the space between your shoulder and neck, murmuring your name before his breathing slowly begins to even out
dabi falls asleep before you. at least, you thought he had fallen asleep. that's the only reason you started to gently kiss across his jaw, just to try and soothe him as he slept. he once told you he loved when you kissed his jaw, saying something about how the feeling was a nice one
his grip on you tightens just the slightest bit. normally, his heart beat would increase whenever you kissed him. sometimes it sped up at the mere thought of youâbut these kisses didn't have that effect on him. mainly because they were slowing his heart, instead. calming him. grounding him.
dabi fell asleep with your skin pressed against his, both of you content. he wanted to feel you closer, so he pressed his cheek against yours without fear that his staples or scars would be uncomfortable for you. he knew they wouldn'tâknew they couldn't with how you yourself leaned into him the same way he leaned into you, like a flower dipping towards the sun for warmth.
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Whore Convention â Ghostface, Michael Meyers, Jason Voorhees, Pennywise, Jeepers Creepers, Slenderman, Eyeless Jack, Laughing Jack, Albert Wesker, and Pyramid Head x Reader | Kinktober Day 9
Summary: Part two of horror convention (part one), reader uses their VIP pass to have some fun at different stations.
Word Count: 2673
Tags: free use, gangbang, rough sex, overstimulation, mask kink, cum as lube, fem reader,, degradation, spit-roasting, creampies, convention, non-human characters, non-human genital, size difference, size kink, large cock, manhanding, spit as lube, face fucking, semi-public, multiple orgasm, vaginal fingering, monsterfucking, double penetration. Anal, tentacles, bukkake
It's that time of year again, it was time to go to another horror convention. You have been to a couple of them, all very entertaining in their own right but this one feels like it's going to have a different vibe at least according to your friend. She had gone to her first convention last year and swore that it was the best experience of her life and even changed her forever. ( her words). She gave you her VIP ticket because something had come up and she couldnât make it. So she begged you to go, like literally begged and you were sure she would have cried if you said no. Saying that this opportunity could not be wasted just because of her and that quote on quote someone needs to have their holes filled in her place, which you are sure is some random euphemism she made up or something.
You had nothing better to do on a near Halloween weekend, nothing you cared about that is. You put on a nice cosplay from Jennifer's body. You were wearing a very purple cheerleading outfit, its skirt wasn't incredibly short and the top even though it was long-sleeved was a bit too small so it was a bit cropped. But that's all alright because you look good and a few people recognized the DK on the shirt.
You looked down at your VIP pass to see the location and the time. As well as a cute little skull on the corner. It was on the furthest corner of the building you were in but you still have time to buy or look at a few things before you walk over to that event spot. All you got were a few posters for your room, you even had time to put them back in your car.
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You walked to your Vip event spot in the convention building. It didn't seem like there were a lot of people over here beside you. A person leads you into the room and you go and sit in the small crowd. The spokesperson you assumed got on the stage and spoke into the mic.
âMay our lucky vip please come to the stageâ the woman spoke and everyone waited For someone. You also look around for a moment wondering who it was but no one came to the stage.
âum if you have a skull of your pass you our lucky vip⌠could you come on the stage.â You looked down at your card⌠and noticed that you had a skull. Well shit.
You reluctantly get up and head to the stage, after you were sure that no one else was gonna get up and then confirm once with a door staff that you were in fact the person they were talking about. While they shoved a paper for you to sign, you didn't bother reading much of it and just wrote your signature. It was something like a consent to participate in the event and you didn't want to be kicked out so you didn't hesitate.
You look out in the crowd, now feeling like there were more people now that you weren't among all of them and a bunch of them were in hardcore cosplay.
âNow look at you all pretty up for our little event.â the woman said and could you hear her southern accent. You smiled and thanked the woman.
âWhat am I supposed to do?â
âWell why don't you pick a set of crowd goers. Doesn't matter how many.â
You assume this was some kinda cosplay contest and you got to pick. You picked A secluded few people who looked like they were straight from the respective franchise.
They all came up to the stage one after the other. You had to pick the Creeper, it almost gave you chills looking at him, the fit was spot on. Then you picked a Pennywise because you love a good clown. Purely for nostalgia you picked the few creepypasta you saw that being Eyeless Jack and Laughing Jack, you were sure that the slenderman had mechanical tentacles that even looked wet. Then your guilty pleasure of yours from all the mask wearers Ghostface, Michael Myers, Jason Voorhees and Pyramid Head and lastly you picked the Person who basically Could be his doppelganger Albert Wesker.
You shiver now they are all in front Of you. They were huge, like unnaturally so and you can't tell nor see any stilts. It makes A nervous sound come out of you as you have to look Up at most if not every single one of the men In front of you.
âWell that's a hefty pickinâs you've got.â The woman said before snapping her fingers a few times. Quick moving staff brought up some kind of privacy curtain. It made you confused. You looked at all ten of the people you had selected and just stood there.
âWell make sure you get a wheelchair after the event but don't keep your guess waitinââ she smirks.
âWhat?â
âYou sighed the paperwork right?â
âUhm yes?â
âOh then your good, have fun being fucked and sucked.â with those words the spokeswoman ran off stage.
Your eyes widened as you realized what you had signed you for, that being to your consent form for some sex event your friend was supposed to be at instead of you. A shaky breath leaves your lips, you really picked a group of strangers to fuck you. A group of men who were all taller and bigger than you. What was most shocking to you though was the fact that you weren't fully opposed to all of it, if not a bit nervous. But you were down for it in a slightly whorish way.
Up close you couldn't help but look at how detailed each Of these men looked, if you were delusional or something like that you may assume right away that they were the real thing, but that was a completely crazy idea. Right?
Ghostface was the first to make a move on you. Practically ripping your shirt off and it falls to the ground then stealing your panties which you don't think you'd be getting back anytime soon or at all for that matter. You felt like the main character a porno being topless with just a mini skirt and shoes on. All of them were muttering pleased comments for the most part.
âWhat a willing whoreâ Wesker said, and his voice caused you to shiver in delight from how spot on it is. Actually they all sounded like their canon voices at least the talkers did. You didn't get much time to be shocked or think about it, when a tendril brought you to your knees. It felt slimy and wet and you couldn't help but touch it.
Jason bends your ass up as rubs his fat fingers between your folds. You bite back hiss, it was too much fiction too soon. Who noticed and pulled away for a moment . The Creeper smirks before moving near Jason and spits on you. You feel his thick saliva sliding down your lower lips and a bit down one of your legs. Jason moves his fingers back against his folds, this time with much ease. You could feel your arousal start to make way now.
The one with The blue mask stands in front of you while unzipping his pants. His cock jumping for your attention, you wrap A hand around it. You cover it in your mouthâs moisture and give it a few strokes, effectively coating his gray shaft with your spit. You open your mouth to get ready to take him. You look up at him as he grips your face and shivers his cock into your mouth. You gagged around him as the rough actions but try to avoid biting him. He was so distracting that almost didn't register Jason pushing two fingers into your walls. His fingers were very thick and it caused you to moan and Eyeless Jack's cock.
âGoing a bit easy thereâ the scratchy voice of the monochromatic clown laughed out.
You weren't paying attention to what the clown said because all you really could think about was how good Jason was making you feel. You could feel your orgasm jumping to make a first appearance everytime you would feel the hockey masked manâs knuckle constantly brushing at your clit. Eyeless Jack was getting sloppy with his thrust and you knew he was getting closer and with you hollowing out your cheeks to help he started to topple over with pleasure. His cock throbbed a few times before shooting his load into your throat forcing you to swallow the cool liquid.
You were falling into your own peak and you could feel it becoming one with your senses, your eyes closed tight and your legs shaking as you fell past the teerting edge. You wanted to curse out as your orgasm gets cut short when Jason gets pulled away by another person, effectively ruining your orgasm. You let out a whimper, but it didnât take long for the hole to be filled, you get shrouded in the shadow of the muscular pyramid head. You looked back at the beefy man and shivered. He was huge, very potential to be seven feet tall. He plunges his cock into you, and a scream, even with how wet you were he was large and stretching you out. Your eyes watered and a part of you felt like you could die.
âThat's what I like to hearâ Pennywise chortled with sadistic amusement.
Pyramid head was rough on you, completely focused on himself and made sure that you were taking him fully with each thrust. It was as if you were mush and you didn't think you could be overwhelmed so fast but you were, and if slendermanâs tendrils weren't holding you up, you'd surely collapse on the stage floor. The tentacles were kneading and groping your breast with a slick texture that was cold on your skin. He was moving with little mercy but even passing the hurt it felt good to you. You could feel him throbbing inside you, it almost felt like you had a lower heartbeat because of it. You wanted to use one of your hands to touch yourself up. It gets taken and occupies hisdick.
âSluts worry about others first.â Ghostface spoke using your hand to stroke his cock.
You moan, feeling your eyes roll back when a new contender moves in front of you. You look up at them, it was Jason; your gentle giant that had done some help, loosening you up. You open your mouth for him, your tongue hanging out ready to take him. He pushed his thick length into your mouth, you wrapped your lips around him and started to suck him off. It was the mix of Pyramid head getting ready to fill you with his seed, sucking off Jason and jerking off Ghostface. It was a complete sensory overload and you don't know if you'll make it to the end of it all. It was a mix of muffled groans and your also muffled moans.
You feel the borderline hot cum filling you up and trying to push past his cock. He makes sure to pull out of you as slowly as he could as if he didnât want to leave Pennywise the first to take his place and quickly while wiggling his fingers before coiling around his hips. His cock felt like he was shifting inside you. It has ridges that were scratching at your walls pushing cum deeper into your cunt. He was thrusted into you into you wildly; he was giggling wildly with each movement.
Slenderman comes up from behind you. A slimy tendril prodding your tight ring of muscle. He circled around the outside spreading slimy fluid before he pushed in the wriggling limb. As he pushed it deeper into your rectum. The circumference widened. It stretched your whole beyond what you believed it could. He was literally in your guys right now, but it felt good. You moaned around the cock in your mouth with it pushed and wiggled around you.
When he slipped out his tentacle you thought it was over but then he thrusted in two of the appendages into your anus. You yelped around Jason and small tears sprang in your eyes. Surprisingly though, it didnât hurt as much as you thought it would.
Jason fills your mouth with his gooey essence, happily. Then after him cums Ghostface, coating your hand in its sticky substance. The domino effect causes you to have yet another orgasm and as you clench around Pennywise swells up a bit before filling you with his rainbow clown Jizz.
They leave you a cum dumped mess with slendermanâs appendages rocking in their pendulum pattern. You felt like you were going to pass out but your holes still had a guest to attend to. Wesker and Myers go for your mouth and cunt respect. Weaker pulls your hair back as he pushes his cock into your hole and Michael was basically throat fucking you.
The Creeper and Laughing Jack then made you stroke them off. You felt like you had been thoroughly passed around and anyone Who had you before was jacking off as you got used like a fleshlight. You have another climax and you were sure everything had gone dark for a few seconds but the bounce of that seemed to matter, to the men of the mattered.
âAn Excellent whore to take all of usâ Wesker let out a groan as he slammed his hips into you over and over. You felt like we're going to cum all over again. His words make you shiver a bit and you start to clench around him, he slaps your ass like a silent approach. Michael was holding your face with a tight grip as he would take slow strokes all the way out of your mouth before ramming back down your throat. It was causing gag reflects a bit as he ruts his hips into you.
The tentacles pumping in and out of you sped up, the tendrils rubbing against you and each other. It felt like ripples coming through them before warm fluid filled your anal cavity. The semen kept coming and coming itâs like it was almost never ending until finally he pulled the tentacles out leaving you back entrance gaping and puckering. The cum poured out like a water leak, dripping down your ass and legs. You glanced down to see the black viscous liquid creeping down your legs.
You felt like you may have choked to death if you went breathing through your nose. The Creeper was looking at you with a hungry gaze as he started to thrust into your hand. Michael started moving faster, taking shorter strokes between your lips before he let out a hushed breath of pleasure. You almost coughed up the amount of thick fluids that had filled your mouth at once, you managed, then he pulled away. Laughing Jack was tracing patterns into your skin as he let out stroke him at your decided pace. You hold his slender cock in your hand in a firm grip, he was already leaking cum before a strong spray hits you in the face.
You could hear some groans and muffled heavy breaths from the men surrounding you. Their hands stroked themselves with vigor. Seemingly all at the same time they blew their loads onto you, painting your bodies with an array of hot cum. All which coat your skin with different levels of thickness and temperatures. Some were stickier than others, some watery. Different colors and smell. They all were panting, you included when the spokeswoman came back with a towel and your promised wheelchair. You had no energy, barely any to get up and put your close back on.
Your friend was right, this was a life changing experience
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Silence
prompt: ( requested ) anxiety plays tricks on your mind, making you mistake your boyfriend's stress for anger - at you.
pairing: Carmen 'Carmy' Berzatto x female!reader
fandom masterlist: FX's The Bear
word count: 2.5k+
note: it's short but to the point.
warnings: cursing, hurt and comfort, depiction of mental health: anxiety, slight self-destructive thoughts.
Silence could be a good thing.
Libraries were silent for ample focus. Theaters were silent during the showing. Sometimes, long drives were peacefully silent.
Silence could also be a bad thing.
Demanding an explanation and the silence stretches. The silence before a doctor delivers life-changing news. Asking someone if they're okay and they don't answer.
When your boyfriend, Carmy, had returned from work that evening, he slammed the front door, dropped his backpack, toed out of his shoes, and stormed around the apartment silently. He didn't greet you, didn't offer a kiss, nothing - just breezed past you as if a pile of dirty laundry he's ignored for the past two weeks. You watched him from the kitchen, sipping a glass of wine, worry sprouting in your gut and chest. It was obvious something was bothering him - but couldn't fathom what it was that made him ignore you; to make him not look at you one single time.
It was like you weren't even there with the way he projected his moodiness. Even on his worst days, he always always always greeted you with a kiss; but the lack of affection hallowed your chest into a pit, wondering what you had done to make him avoid you.
Suddenly, the silence was eerily deafening, coiling your stomach and pumping lead through your veins; no TV or radio switched on to fill the void and create passive, background audio. Carmy was obviously upset about something, but the fact that he didn't even look at you made you think he didn't want to talk. This worried you because before dating, you and Camry Berzatto were the best of friends; talking about literally any and everything you could think of. He came to you with every single grievance, every frustration, every slice of drama - so why wouldn't he now?
Unless... Unless you were the cause of his annoyance? The idea made the pit in your chest stretch to your gut - anxiety rapidly spreading, confusion warping rational thought into something darker and self deprecating. The idea of upsetting Carmy - or anyone, for that matter - was enough to bubble nausea and turn your skin clammy. Muscles tensed, eyes darted, and your mind was plagued with every single thing you had said or done in the past 16 hours.
However, your memory couldn't pinpoint any moment you could've upset him; things had been normal and easy-going lately, there being no clear indication you were the culprit of Carmy's anger. However, there didn't need to be anything clear because your mind was fully convinced you were the bad guy now.
After swallowing a gulp of wine, your eyes adverted to give him privacy and begin on dinner; being obvious that his phone was much more important than you right now. Unfortunately, when it came to picking which sauce to dress your meal with, you were forced to slowly enter the living room where your boyfriend had taken refuge.
"Hey, baby?"
"Hmm?"
You tried not to be offended by his lack of verbal acknowledgement, but your intestines flipped and grew heavy. "Uh, just wondering, you want the marinara or Alfredo tonight with the - "
"Doesn't matter, you choose."
"I mean, which would you prefer?"
"I just said it didn't matter," he repeated with a hardening tone, "it's not like it's a difficult decision to make."
You didn't want to make his attitude worse, so you backed off silently and returned to your task. Yes, yes, Carmy was the professional cook between you but that didn't mean he wanted to come home and continue the act. So, you learned a few new recipes to keep meals interesting - a feat your boyfriend didn't seem to appreciate or even recognize most days. Tonight especially.
Tension tangibly filled the apartment the longer the silence stretched. Your mind conjured a hundred questions at once, begging your mouth to run rapidly if it meant getting answers - yet your logic stuck the words in your throat, refusing to let them fly, and even shoving them deep down for your soul to hold.
You poured a second glass of wine, throat thickening with silent emotion. There was always the worry in the back of your mind that Carmy would one day realize you didn't fit into his life and would break up with you. Or that perhaps, his irritation tonight wasn't due to anything you did specifically, but instead, was attested to your normal behavior and quirks - like the want to talk throughout the day.
Blinking the moisture away, you remembered Carmy hadn't answered a single one of your texts the entire day - a normal act for you, but maybe one that now got on your boyfriend's nerves. You dished up dinner, standing in the open kitchen with two plates and feeling silly for the nerves prickling your skin. You barely noticed the slight tremor in your hands. "Dinner's ready, Carm," you alerted, leaving the plates on the kitchen island you normally ate at; distracted by the need to pour a glass of water.
When you turned, your heart stalled in your chest when you noticed his plate missing - locating him in the living room, again, and it being obvious he didn't intend to eat with you. Now you knew for sure, you had indeed done something. So, you gingerly took a seat and tried to take up as little space as possible; shying in on yourself, eating silently and quickly so you could do the dishes right after.
Sure, there was usually the rule that the cook didn't clean, but there was no way you were gonna ask Carmy to do the simple chore; afraid of pushing him over whatever edge he teetered at. After storing any leftovers, you started the dishwasher and retreated to your bedroom with another glass of wine and the intention to get a bath. You felt like a glaring inconvenience all of a sudden, regret inking your blood and reprimanding yourself for being so - so - so... Clingy?
Is that what it was? Did Carmy think you were clingy? Perhaps texting him throughout the day without him ever answering was the final straw of annoyance he felt toppled the haystack. You wanted to apologize and eliminate the tension, but couldn't necessarily understand what you were sorry for; thinking you were simply paying attention to him, being attentive and interested in his everyday life.
Maybe you needed to apologize for being suffocating? Was that it? Your love was suffocating him? Was he feeling pressured by you? Did he think you two too comfortable in this relationship? Was your wall of texts an indication you were more serious than he? Oh, God, was that it - did Carmy think you were getting too serious, too fast?
Granted it'd been a few years of dating, a lifetime of friendship before that - so how much more serious could you get? Why would your attempts of communication rub him the wrong way? How could the pair of you ever manage to fall off from the same page? Make him think you were pushing for something more? Didn't he know he was enough for you? Didn't he appreciate your presence? The want to be closer? Your desire to maintain the friendship your relationship was built off of? The appreciation you had for him? The support you wanted to offer?
You soaked in epsom salt for the better part of half an hour. Draining the tub, drying off, and changing into pajamas were done silently; feeling almost fearful to venture out of the bedroom to return your wine glass to the sink.
So you decided to just get in bed, figuring if Carmy was so angry at you that it resulted in him ignoring you, he wouldn't want to sleep beside you, either. With your thick framed glasses on, you nestled into bed with your newest novel, trying not to let your mind go into overdrive as your need to fix whatever was upsetting Carmy was overwhelming. Yet there was also the nagging idea that trying to fix whatever was 'broken' would've made things worse - again, resulting in you doing nothing and giving Carmy his space.
The silence haunted the apartment like a ghostly presence; leering over your heads, embracing you uncomfortably.
When the bedroom door opened, you masked your surprise and just read the same paragraph three times in a row - distracted by your boyfriend milling around, preparing for bed. Your eyes widened in shock when the bed dipped and shifted, jostling you as Carmy got into bed beside you, but you still didn't look up from your book.
"What're you reading, sweetheart?"
His mood swings often gave you whiplash. You glanced at Carmy, finger holding your place to let you fold the book over and present the title on the cover. You worried that anything you said and did could make this tension fester, so, you remained silent and went back to reading.
"Is it any good?" He pondered, watching your profile. You nodded mutely, lips slowly rolling between your teeth in a show of anxiety Carmy could now recognize. "Hey, hey, you all right, babe?" He asked softly, sounding mildly confused - perhaps even alarmed.
"Yeah, 'course," you mumbled.
"Well, how was work?"
"Fine."
"You sure?"
"Mhm."
There was a brief pause, then Carmy gently pried, "C'mon, baby, what's wrong? Why're you so quiet?" He chuckled gently, "Usually so talkative in the evenings."
You offered him a bewildered look with slightly pinched brows, swallowing nervously and slowly shutting your book to trace the spine mindlessly in an effort to distract yourself. Typically when anxious, your hands needed stimulation, something tangible to do and feel when your mind numbed with nervousness.
With a great deal of bravery, more than you thought was necessary to muster when talking to the person you love, you asked softly, "Are you mad at me, Carm? I mean, did I do something? T-To upset you?"
"Wait, what?" He asked in confusion. "Nah, baby, you didn't do anything, why would you even ask?"
"'Cause you've been ignoring me...?"
He scoffed, "Ah, 'cause I didn't answer your texts?"
"That, and you've been ignoring me in favor of your phone since you got home. Slamming doors, brooding in the living room, didn't eat dinner with me - got a little snappy when I asked what sauce for dinner? Feels like I did something but I don't know what, so I don't know how to fix this."
Carmy sighed, leaning back to the mound of soft and fluffed pillows you had stacked on your shared bed. "Shit," he breathed, huffing a dramatic sigh, "didn't even realize I was doin' all that, baby."
"If you're mad, just tell me what I did - "
"No, no, hey, hey, hey, hey," he rushed, turning on his side to look at you, elbow supporting his weight; clocking the glassiness coating your eyes. "You didn't do anything, baby, I swear. There's nothing for you to fix 'cause you didn't do nothin'. I just - I've been havin' a shit day, didn't realize I was bein' mean to you let alone that you'd take it to heart."
"Kinda hard not to when I'm the only one here."
"No, right, I get that," he sighed. "I'm sorry, baby, I know you get anxious when I shut down like that, but I promise, I'm not mad at you."
"Well, who else would you be mad at? I thought you were annoyed 'cause I was texting you all day. Thought I was, I don't know, being clingy or something since you didn't answer me."
Carmen frowned, "Sweetheart, no, hang on, listen to me. You didn't do anything to upset me, okay? I didn't answer you 'cause I dropped my phone in the sink and it got all glitchy, I couldn't answer you. I tried to fix it when I got home, but I think I fried it - should just get a new one. It was just one of those days that everything went to shit, it all built up, got the better of me."
You nodded, still looking dejected and making a shot of guilt plunge his heart. "You usually talk to me when you're upset," you pointed out softly, "and when you didn't say anything, I thought I was the reason you were upset. Figured you wouldn't talk to me if I did something to cause your attitude."
"No, hey, I'm sorry, c'mere, baby," he opened his arms and curled them around you when you shuffled into his chest. "Shit, I'm really sorry, I didn't even realize what I was doing - but Goddamnit, that's no excuse, though. I don't mean t'take my shit out on you, you don't deserve that."
"I just got a little nervous, maybe let my anxiety get the better of me."
"That's okay," he promised, kissing your forehead, "I can understand why. I was a dickhead, being snappy and ignoring you when all you do is support and love me. I'm real sorry, sweetheart," he sighed against your skin, tightening his arms to keep you cocooned in his warmth. "You know, you can always talk to me - don't gotta shut yourself down and avoid me."
"Do you even hear yourself? Should take your own advice."
"Yeah, I should," he smirked. "Hey, promise I'll do better not to shut down like that."
You nodded in acceptance, wondering softly, "Do you wanna talk about it? Whatever happened today?"
"Uh, nah, you know what? Think I owe you some cuddles, maybe a dessert? You know, to make up for my bullshit attitude."
"You don't have to - "
"I got you all worked up, feels like the least I can do."
With a hum, you smirked, "I won't say no to a slice of cheesecake."
"What baby wants, she gets," he grinned, a hand caressing your cheek to direct your eyes up to his. His thumb swept back and forth under your eye, "Still sorry about today. I didn't mean to be such an oblivious dickhead, I swear."
You nodded, "I know, baby. Just don't shut me out next time. Had me worried when you didn't even kiss me when you got home."
"A heinous crime on my part," Carmy smirked. "Should I remedy that?"
"I'd be offended if you didn't."
He chuckled and pressed his lips to yours in a soothing kiss, hand sliding to the back of your neck. It was a slow and languid kiss, something he took his time in engaging; lips sticking together, moving in-sync, creating chains of saliva when he pushed his tongue against yours. "Yeah," he mumbled, "I'm the dumb fuck who had you thinkin' I didn't want this from you." He pressed another kiss to your waiting lips, "You're intoxicating, baby - always want your kisses. Yeah? Always. The day I don't, take me out back like Old Yeller."
You wanted to voice that he wanted your kisses now until one day, he simply wouldn't - but refrained from doing so because you knew it was just anxiety talking. So, instead, you chuckled at his comment and leaned in to initiate your own kiss.
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saw your requests were open and i figured i would humbly aid đŤĄ
everyone is always like âoh! bucky with a golden retriever reader this! bucky with a sunshine reader that!â what about bucky with a reader whoâs just as moody as he is??
no one ever writes two grumps together and i think it would be an interesting dynamic
Summary: It's New Years Eve and this man simply refuses to do anything but be a pain in your ass.
Warnings: cursing, alcohol
A/N: Sid. did you know. did you know that you're literally a genius. you're so right about grumpy x grumpy. i do not know if I have done this justice but I wrote this out on my phone because I like this request so much thank you for sending one in đâ¤ď¸
New Yearâs Eve is a migraine wrapped in tinsel and cheap champagne. Youâve seen too many years roll over into nothing to care anymore.
Doesnât matter. Youâre here because the barâs open, and when someone says âopen bar,â you take it as a challenge to see how open it can really be.
âWhatâll it be?â the bartender asks.
âWhateverâs most expensive.â
He ducks under the counter, comes back with a bottle that looks more like a museum piece than alcohol. Fancy glasswork, gold lettering, the works.
He starts, âThis oneâs got notes ofââ
âLet me see,â you interrupt.
The second the bottleâs in your hands, you turn and walk away.
He sputters behind you, but you wave him off. âPut it on the billionaireâs tab."
You snake through the crowd and confetti, nodding at a few familiar faces but not stopping for any. Emergency exit in sight, you take a seat where you can watch the chaos unfold while staying out of it.
"Pass the bottle."
You don't even bother looking at him as you respond, "Go steal your own."
"You took the most expensive one."
"Get another one."
"This is easier."
"Go fuck yourself."
"Real festive of you."
Still, despite your best efforts, heâs already taking a seat, uninvited.
You take another swig before passing the bottle to him without another word.
He glances at you. "Why are you here?"
"Well, it was quiet before someone showed up."
"Must'a really pissed you off," he says, tipping the bottle back.
God, Bucky was fucking annoying. But his cheeks are flushed pink and his sleeves are rolled up to his elbow.
"Why are you here?" you scowl.
"It's quiet," he replies, like just knows it'll make you mad. He's right.
"Youâre in my space.â
âThis isnât your space.â
âI was here first.â
âCongrats. Want a medal?â
"Leave."
"No," he states, resolutely.
Buckyâs the human equivalent of a rock in your shoeâpersistent, irritating, and impossible to ignore.
You feel face warm with irritation. "Where's your date gone?"
"Nat set me up, I've never met her before," he says, as though itâs the least surprising thing in the world. "Haven't seen her in thirty minutes."
"What, you couldn't brood your way into her pants?"
He gives you a dry, unimpressed look. "I don't kiss and tell."
"Doesn't look like you're doing any kissing at all," you scoff.
He tips the bottle back, takes a slow drink, then hands it to you. "You think about me kissing a lot?"
"I don't think about you."
He snorts, low and humorless, and you hate that it makes you want to laugh.
Bucky's fucking annoying. He's run his hand too many times through his hair, and thereâs a smudge of somethingâlipstick, maybeâon his collar, and he's stretched out too damn much, like he's right at home.
He sends you a look. It makes you want to hide. You hate the way his eyes linger, like heâs waiting for you to flinch.
"Bottle," you demand.
He hands it over silently, crossing his arms over his chest, staring right ahead.
"How much longer?" he asks, checking his watch.
"You can leave."
"Sure can," he says, but doesnât move.
"So leave."
"No."
You stare at him. "Find somewhere else to sit."
"No," he replies.
The minutes stretch. The bottle passes back and forth, your irritation simmering every time he exhales, every time he looks at you like heâs got something to say but doesnât.
Bucky was fucking annoying. He smelt like expensive cologne and Tide detergent. His eyes are tired and his voice is scratchy. when he shifts beside you, itâs like he takes up more space than anyone has a right
He holds his hand out for the bottle. You give it to him.
"What are you gonna do at midnight?" he asks.
"Finish this bottle."
"What about after?"
"I'll get another one."
Bucky rolls his eyes. âThat all?â
âWhy do you care?â
âI donât.â You glare at him, but he doesnât flinch. He never does.
âGood."
His jawâs tense, his eyes dark and sharp, and for a second, you think maybe heâs as pissed at himself as you are.
Silence falls. Itâs not comfortable, but itâs not uncomfortable either. Itâs just there. Like him.
"Whatâre you gonna do at midnight? Cry into whiskey?â you ask pointedly.
âI could, but you drank it all." He rolls his eyes.
There's a lot left. You give him the bottle. He takes it without a word, fingers brushing against yours.
Bucky takes a swig. âNo one waiting for you at midnight?"
"Loads," you scoff. "Got a line out the damn door waiting to kiss me."
"Uh huh," be says.
There's silence.
You look at him, only for find him eyeing you.
âNo one waiting for you?â
You scoff. âWhy, you volunteering?â
He doesnât answer right away, just studies you with those sharp, unreadable eyes. âMaybe.â
"Sure, Barnes, I'll kiss you at midnight," you drag sarcastically.
His face doesn't shift. Your brows furrow.
"Christ, you're bein' serious," you mumble.
He shrugs non committedly. "I could think of worse things to do."
"Wow," you say dryly. "Charming."
"Just sayin'."
With two minutes to go, you find that it's harder to look him in the eye. Your heart stumbles over itself, and you take another drink to cover the sudden heat crawling up your neck.
Either the whiskey was really starting to take hold, or the damn spirit of the damn season was getting to you.
"Look, I wasn't plannin' on asking anyone else," he says.
You raise an eyebrow.
"Do with that what you will," he says, taking a swig.
"What about your date?" you test.
"Don't think she remembers I exist."
You observe him. His shirt is unbuttoned, and his coat jacket lay on his lap. His bowtie also hung precariously from his neck.
Bucky was really fucking annoying. His hair is toussled and his stubble is rough and you're fairly certain his nose is sunburnt. You know this because you've been staring at him every day from the second he stepped foot in the compound, withdrawn and scowling.
It's late and you're tired of a lot of things and you're careless, so you stare too long. He catches you.
"What?" he bites.
"I'm assessing," you say, then add grudgingly, âYou're not... terrible."
Which is a lie. He's beautiful. He's acutely aware of this on some days. Those days are harder for you.
He stares at you. "I can see why there's a line out the door for you."
"Go join them," you say. "I'll finally get some fuckin' quiet."
He exhales a short laugh. "No."
You can hear the crowd shouting numbers, but itâs distant, unimportant. Buckyâs eyes are on you, steady.
The crowd cheers.
Bucky's really fucking annoying.
But he kisses you like he's liked you all his life. Like he's real tired of waiting. It lingers just long enough to make your stomach flip when you realise he still tastes like whiskey.
When he pulls back, he doesnât look smug. He doesnât say anything at all. Just hands you the bottle and leans back like nothing happened.
His cheeks are red. His lips are swollen. He's never looked prettier in his damn life.
âHappy New Year,â you mutter, staring at the bottle because you canât look at him.
âSure,â he says, voice low, almost hoarse.
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The ex-boyfriend
Summary: Your ex-boyfriend has been trying to get back together with you for a while now. Your current boyfriend has no problem stepping in.
Word count: 1.1K
content warning: Zack Bia đ, slight mentions of a toxic relationship
a/n: enjoy!
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Because you were in the public eye, every single detail of your life was being shown at all times, that included your relationships. Your most recent ex boyfriend, Zack Bia, and you had a very public breakup because he cheated on you. Apart from the cheating, the relationship was toxic and he was a master manipulator. You knew of his reputation, but you still went along with him. You kicked yourself for it and so did everyone else. When your relationship with him was announced, everyone was so confused. Like you and him of all people. But when the relationship ended, because you ended it, people rejoiced. Everyone was so happy to hear the news. Everyone including a young football player, Jude Bellingham.
Jude had had a crush on you ever since you did a photoshoot with Prada. When he saw you on the runway for the first time, he malfunctioned. He got jealous when the pictures of you and Zack first dropped. He could not wrap his mind around the fact that you and that loser were dating. But, when the relationship ended, he took that as his in. He started off by liking and reacting to your stories, and then he dm'ed you. Nothing too crazy, just a simple "hey" with a smiling emoji. From there the two of you began talking. And soon enough, 5 months after the drama with Zack Bia, you were dating Jude Bellingham.
When the news about you and the 20-year old came out, Zack immediately tried to call you. you ignored his calls and then the texts came through.
Zack: Wtf
Zack: Why are you dating that guy???
Zack: We literally just broke up it's so obvious that you're desperate for attention.
Zack: If you wanted to be in a relationship so bad, I would've come back
Zack: I miss u
Even when you blocked his number he contacted you from another one. Once you received more and more messages, you tried to respond to him
You: Please leave me alone. Go find someone else to gaslight
Zack: see you love to thow around that word, but I don't think you actually knows what it means.
Zack: I miss you. I've changed I'm willing to prove that
You: I am dating someone else please stop
Zack: He doesn't matter. He doesn't love you like I do
Zack: I want to see you, I'm in Spain right now, come see me
You shut your phone off and sighed in frustration. Why did he have to come all this way just to bother you? You immediately called Jude.
"hello" Jude answered on the second ring. You loved how he would always answer your call, no matter what, as fast as he possibly could.
"Hey baby, are you busy right now?" You asked. You were so annoyed and needed Jude's comfort.
"no not at all why? is everything ok?"
"yeah could you just come over please" Jude could hear the desperation in your voice so he immediately got his things from his house and began to head out.
"of course, I'll be there soon"
When Jude arrived at your apartment, You explained everything to him. From how you and Zack started dating, to his constant harassment and even him being in Spain. Jude was visibly upset, but he wasn't mad at you, but at that lunatic. He hated how upset he made you and how he was trying to push his way back into your life.
" I just don't know what to do anymore" You stated "I just want to stay here with you forever, I don't want to deal with him." You were laying on Judes chest in your bed as he drew circles on your back.
"I promise he is long gone, he is bluffing. I don't think he would come all the way to Spain. Besides, I will stay with you here forever" He said as he kissed your forehead. You smiled and you both decided to watch s show together. Halfway through one of the episodes, you heard a knock at the door and looked over at Jude in confusion. Unfortunately, he was asleep, so, you got up and went to answer the door. Lo and behold, outside your door was your ex-boyfriend.
"I told you I missed you" Zack said while holding flowers.
"I don't care, I told you I'm with someone else. You and I are done." You said as you tried to close the door. He managed to push his way in. "You need to leave right now"
"No, we still need to talk, I don't like how things ended"
" You cheated on me, there end of story"
"I wouldn't have cheated if you hadn't made me" Zack told you and you looked at him in confusion and he continued. " You were always such a bitch nagging about your job, it wasn't that hard. I needed to find someone to distract myself from your constant complaining" Zack began to yell at you and You just shook your head.
"Ok I complained too much, you found someone else, everything is good again, please leave" You were getting annoyed and began to walk towards the door to open it. That's when he grabbed your arm and pushed you away from the door.
"I said we need to talk" He yelled at you and that's when Jude stepped out of the bedroom and looked at him. Jude threw a punch at him and he went down onto the couch. "Don't you ever disrespect her like that again, do you understand?" Jude got up in his face and yelled at him. He grabbed him by his shirt and dragged him out and threw him out on the concrete. He then walked over to you, who was standing near the stairs to go upstairs, a couple of feet from where it all happened.
"I'm so sorry he did that. Are you ok? Did he hurt you?" Jude said while examining you. You were completely unharmed, your wrist just hurt a little from the force used. Jude engulfed you in a hug and you rested your head in him.
"Thank you so much Jude, you have no idea how much this means to me" You said to him and you hugged him.
"You don't have to thank me for protecting you. It comes with the territory"
"I love you, Jude"
"I love you too y/n"
You both went back up to your room and continued to spend time together watching tv. Even though your last relationship caused confusion, you knew that now people would agree that you two were prefect together.
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Bridgerton shade of blue
Benedict Bridgerton x Female Reader
Benedict bumps into you, quite literally, at a ball while trying to escape his mother's attempts to find him a partner. You decide to humour him with a dance, not realising just how entwined you would become with him. It seems the universe will find every excuse to push you and Benedict together, no matter how much you fight it.
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Season one
Chapter Eight - Sparkling diamond
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Benedict joined his sister, Eloise, out in the garden again long after the other had gone to bed. She was smoking on the swing like last time.
As Benedict takes a seat on the opposite swing, she passes him the cigarette. He takes it.
"I found bits of your sketchbook in the fireplace," Eloise says.
"Are you spying on me now?"
"You'd actually have to be interesting for me to bother spying on you," she chuckles.
"The drawings in that sketchbook were abominable," he says firmly. "I could not stand to look at them."
"I believe that is why they call it a sketchbook." Eloise looks at them. "I write in my diary, which is not the same as wiring in my novel."
Benedict chuckles.
"It must be very difficult to want something and not be able to get it."
"Eloise..."
"If you enjoy drawing but need practise, then practise," she goes on. "Hire a drawing master. Find a young lady to act impressed."
You cross his mind. However, he doesn't want you to act impressed. He wants you to be impressed by his work. Genuinely so.
"If you desire the sun and the moon, all you have to do is go out and shoot at the sky. Some of us cannot.
"Look no further than Lady Whistledown. She possesses a huge talent for writing, and yet she must hide away and publish under a false name."
"Yes, because if anyone knew who Whistledown truly was, she'd be strung up for what she said," Benedict states.
"That is not my point. Whistledown is a woman, therefore she has nothing, and still she writes. You're a man, therefore you have everything. You are able to do whatever you want. So do it. Be bold."
Eloise envies her brothers.
"At least that way I can live vicariously through you." She rises to leave.
"Eloise... are you Lady Whistledown?" Benedict asks.
Eloise laughs.
"You're an accomplished writer, always scribbling in that diary of yours. You certainly know everyone else's business. You have more opinions than anyone else I know in London. You would have my full support and admiration either way, sister."
Elosie laughs again.
"So... is it you?"
"No." She looks at him. "Though if it were... do you honestly think that I'd admit it?"
Elosie heads back inside.
Benedict is left with his thoughts.
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The ballroom was elegantly designed. Soft shades to light up the room. You find yourself without a dance partner, however.
Prince Friedrich was in the middle of a dance with Cressida Cowper.
The duke was standing sternly off to the side with Lady Danbury. They appeared to be talking quietly, though judging by the stern faces, it was not a pleasant conversation.
You find yourself gently, and you admire the room. Benedict wasn't here. You couldn't see him at all.
That is not to say you had gone unnoticed. You glance to your left and find a perfectly suitable gentleman looking your way. You smile softly and turn your gaze away.
Tactics of flirtation were not completely out of your power.
Before anyone could make a move, however, the doors at the top of the stairs opened. It wasn't so much the doors that caught everyones attention, more like who had come through them.
You swear you all breath left you when your eyes landed on Daphne coming down the stairs with her mother. She was wearing the most beautiful silver gown you had ever seen, and her hair was beautifully done. She looked like, well, a princess.
In her hand was a feather fan. It went beautifully with her attire. She began to descend the stairs.
All eyes were on her.
Prince Friedrich was at the bottom of the stairs. Not once did he look away. You watch with interest as Daphne gets closer, closer, and closer to him.
The prince leaves Cressida's side to meet Daphne at the bottom stair.
The duke does not move.
Daphne stops.
"Miss Bridgerton, I simply musylt have your first dance." He speaks to her softly.
"It would be an honour, your highness." She curtsies.
A moment passes between them, and then you watch as Daphne drops her fan. Just like that, the prince kneels down to pick it up.
The prince kneeled.
You don't even realise the soft gasp you let out as you watch.
Prince Friedrich offers her the fan, and she takes it. She smiles at him and then gives the fun to her mother as she takes the prince hand.
They dance.
The duke leaves. Though he turns back to look at Daphne before he goes.
In the words of Lady Whistledown, why settle for a duke when one can have a prince?
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The invitation to attend the boxing match came from Anthony Bridgerton. You were rather pleasantly surprised by his invitation.
Anthony apparently needed some help to keep his mother quiet about finding a wife for himself.
You laughed.
You follow the siblings until they reach the prince. He approaches Daphne, but greets you, also. You curtsy.
Anthony then offers you his arm. "Shall we?"
You chuckle and take it, allowing him to lead you over to some seats. As you settle, you turn to the eldest Bridgerton.
"Where are you brothers?" You ask.
"My brothers? Currently talking to one of the fighters." He gestures to the edge of the ring where you spot Colin and Benedict.
You don't even notice you're smiling.
"You and my brother seem to have grown rather close." Anthony points out, looking at you.
"I can assure you there is nothing untoward. Your brother is my friend, as are you all now." You smile at him.
Anthony chuckles.
"Benedict seems to have a lot on his mind at the moment. I am not one to get in the way of someone's business."
"Smart woman," Anthony chuckles.
You nudge his arm lightly and wait for the fight to begin.
As the match is announced to begin, the other brothers find their way to you and Anthony. Benedict looks rather surprised to see you. "I had no idea you were attending."
"Your brother invited me to keep your mother off his back. It seems that is all I'm good for." You chuckle.
"No true, but appreciated none the less," Benedict comments.
You smile, and he takes the empty seat beside you. It does not go unnoticed that you keep your arm looped with Anthony's. He doesn't comment on it.
The fight is intense. You gasp with every hard punch. The men around you cheer on their victor.
You had never witnessed such a match before, and you would be lying if you said you were not somewhat into it.
As the crowd stands, you stand with them and cheer along with the Bridgerton brothers. William Mondrich was their friend, and he was putting up hell of a good fight.
Benedict finds it amusing how excited you seem to be.
Mondrich wins!
You cheer along with the brothers. You laugh at the excitement. It was a thrilling match, indeed.
Anthony helps you down from your seat and speaks close to your ear so you can hear him. "We're off to collect our winnings. I shall see to it you get home right after."
You nod and thank him. As he leaves to fetch his earrings, Benedict turns to you.
"Did you enjoy that?"
You chuckle. "I did. Surprisingly."
"I must say, I did not expect to see you in attendance."
"I am full of surprises."
Benedict looks at you quietly for a moment. "Yes. You are."
You smile and look away. However, his gaze lingers on you for a bit.
Later, the Bridgertons see to it that you get home safely before they head off to the club. A place for the gentlemen only.
Anthony helps you up into the carriage and thanks you for humouring him today. Yo return the gesture and wave as the carriage leaves.
Colin has to nudge Benedict out of his thoughts.
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If it's already done, why go back to the old story?
What part of it's already done do you not understand. I mean c'mon, you have been affirming every single day morning and night that it's done and it's here right now and then feel disappointed when it's not here? That literally does not make any sense does it? When you affirm or script or visualise or whatever it is that you do, you are making it clear to your subconscious mind that it is already done and that you have it now. Every single time you go searching for it in the 3d you are contradicting whatever you did all this while aren't you? You're giving your mind a reason to think, Oh wait, I don't have it.
Now you are the creator of your reality. The one who has all the power to get anything and everything you want in your reality. Creating every situation and circunstances good or bad and you're telling me you're choosing to let the old unwanted story replay in your life? Now why on Earth would you do that yourself? I mean why.
I had received a question similar to this (which got deleted accidently I'm so sorry btw) on how this person sleeps knowing it will be done in the morning with the greatest conviction and gets disappointed when it didn't manifest in the morning. Now lemme ask you if you know you are the creator, why are you trying to get it in the 3d? Why are you making it happen? Don't you know its already done. That you have it in your imagination and that's all. I mean like that's it. The 3D will conform, you don't have to make it so . Be fulfilled in imagination only. You must know that imagination is the real reality, You just decide what you want and let your subconscious mind do it's magic. Stop being bothered by what is in the 3d. It doesn't matter one bit. You have what it takes to manifest absolutely anything you want in your life. No, your circumstances aren't special. No nothing is too bad that it can't change in a matter of seconds. You can get it if you want it. But that isn't gonna happen if you keep reverting back to the old story every now and then.
Trust in yourself , trust in your imagination. Keep persisting in your new story no matter what. NO MATTER WHAT. Circumstances do not matter and nothing is impossible for you. Everything is open to you. The only thing you got to do is discipline your mind, get clear on what you want and keep choosing the new story. Persist, persist and persist. Don't stop till you actually get it in the 3D. But don't try to manifest it or be in the process of doing so. Just know that it is already done and go ahead and live your beautiful life.
Love Shrads.
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Abusive fictional fathers - Robotnik vs. Stolas
I won't be talking about Coconuts here since he's not on screen that much, but know that I feel sorry for the stuff he's been through, poor guy
Robotnik ⎠Scratch & Grounder
Like... he literally only created these two to use and abuse them and that's crystal clear
When I say Robotnik is an abusive pos, this is what I mean (and this is just some of the physical abuse, don't even get me started on the emotional):
...Okay, that last picture was the last straw. Robotnik's thrist for power has officially outweighted Scratch and Grounder's "value." He felt 0 remorse for throwing them into the lava. Keep in mind, he THOUGHT HE HAD KILLED THEM and DIDN'T CARE AT ALL. Thankfully they were fine. And no the fact that they're robots doesn't make it any less wrong
If you're willing to sacrifice your children for a powerful artefact, then I'm (NOT) sorry to say this, but you're a heartless pos and deserve to be held accountable for your actions. If I were in Scratch and Grounder's shoes, I would have ran the hell away right then and there and found home elsewhere
However, unlike with Stolas and Octavia, at least the narrative doesn't try to convince us that Robotnik loves his sons. Because if he did, he would have tried to change his behavior. Or better, he wouldn't have abused them IN THE FIRST PLACE! AT ALL! No matter what he had gone through! I'm not denying that his mom was a pos to him just like he's a pos to scratch and grounder, but i refuse to see this as an excuse. he should have tried his best to break the cycle of abuse
*sigh* Now I've gotta talk about that stupid bird man... let's just get this over with.
Stolas ⎠Octavia
Stolas is shown to have been there for Via in her childhood. although we never see them bond over anything, connect emotionally with each other or spend quality time together, we've only got this one nightmare scene. this was the only time stolas was shown to care about octavia
He did his best to calm her down and make her feel safe, then proceeded to break his promise for a booty call. For a childhood "friend" that his father bought for him 25 years ago.
And you're telling me how Stolas didn't realize that bringing Blitzø along in Loo Loo Land is uh... a bad idea that will make his daughter feel even worse?
I HATE the excuse that Stolas was "just clueless." Because anyone with the tiniest bit of common sense would come to the same conclusion: flirting with your booty call in front of your daughter who is a minor and going through emotional hell that happened because you cheated on her mother makes you a horrible and selfish father.
Even worse is that Stolas doesn't learn his lesson and once again neglects Octavia. Stolas is too busy hating his ex wife and gushing over his abuse victim that he can't even be bothered to look for his daughter himself, and instead Loona has to be the one to go find her. And then she literally tells Via how her dad's trying his best and how she should cut him some slack. No. No she shouldn't. Octavia was right to think that Stolas hates Stella more than he loves her because that's what his actions show.
He can hug her all he wants and promise to do better but he has done nothing to even TRY to be better for this poor girl.
Not to mention that Loona is a hypocrite. Blitzø has always been doing his best to be a good dad to her, and she thanks him for saving her life by being a complete bitch. It's been five. Fucking. Years. Of unconditional love and support from Blitzø's side. And what does he get in return? A kick in the balls. Blitzø also got beat up by her and hit with the "if I'm so terrible why don't you replace me" after he rightfully called her out and you're trying to tell me Blitzø was the one in the wrong and how this isn't abusive huh ok then whatever ya say
I won't talk about the upcoming episode much. I honestly just don't have the strength anymore. But to make it as short as possible, Stolas is gonna be treated like an uwu poor sad gay boi and once again choose Blitzø, the guy he r*ped, over his own child.
If you check out the leaked story boards for s2 ep12, you'll see how disgusting it is that Via is spitting nothing but facts and yet she'll be demonized by the writers, Stolas lovers and Stolitz shippers. Just...
Please stop lying, dude. Just stop. You shattered her entire life and neglected her for a guy you abused and never got to know on a level that's deeper than sex. No wonder Via thinks he doesnât love her anymore. The line above gives me the same vibe as THIS line also they made Stolas not only ACT like a guy who victimizes himself but LOOK that way too
STOP LYING. JUST SHUT UP.
I hate this self-pitying hypocrite sm.
And yeah, I get it: he was put in an arranged marriage (this was clearly a retcon, but whatever floats viv's boat) despite being gay and was sheltered and never had friends, but those are explanations for his behavior, not excuses.
Oh and, to anyone who thinks otherwise: Emotional neglect is a form of abuse.
Closing Thoughts
One important thing that I noticed with both Scratch and Grounder and Octavia, is how none of them feel at home with their fathers. A reliable way to know whether you've failed as a parent or not is to see how your behavior affects your kid(s). How does your behavior make them feel?
Let's see here... *checks notes*
Octavia says how Stolas ruined their family, not Stella and in ep12 she's finally gonna call him out on his bullshit thank god. but unfortunately the toxic gay ship will once again be a priority because it's gay
Scratch and Grounder are terrified of Robotnik's wrath, he constantly makes them feel useless and unwanted, but at the same time, they have no problem betraying him both of them always come back to him, just like how Blitzø doesn't leave his abuser because he wants to feel "loved" and "needed" for once even though Stolas treats him like shit
So yeah, if you made your kid(s) feel this way, you've officially failed as a father.
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HI FRIEND I SAW U WERE DOING $5 COMMISSIONS!?? what are your any and all hcs for wuthering waves any character?? especiallyJiyanaheehehehe ily thank you MWAH
[General Jiyan headcanons] [x reader!]
Summary: headcanons for Jiyan! And you, of course.
Warnings: None that I can think of!
A/N: Jiyan,,,,belobed,,,, thank you for commissioning me!! I hope this is okay!
Jiyan is a busy man, and it's hard for him to take the time away from his duties to spend quality time with you. But he does try.
He's the kind of lover who will make his way home to you in the dead of night, to find you curled up in bed. He makes sure to remove all his armor so the clanking doesn't wake you.
He rests his hand on your face, gently brushing the hair out of your face as he smiles warmly down at you. You're the reason why he fights so hard everyday, he has to protect you and the others, no matter what.
I don't think he'd be touchy, but let's you cling onto him as much as your little heart desires, it doesn't bother him, he only asks that you don't do it while he's on duty.
Hug him, squeeze him, kiss him all you want, he'll sit there and take it because while he may not show it in public, bro will kiss you breathlessly at home.
It's so bad that you gotta tap his shoulder to get him off, you're literally gonna suffocate.
He trains you to protect yourself, he is away alot. This is a no brainer, he worries about you every moment he's away even if he knows it may distract him from his job as a general. He shoves you out of his mind as much as possible, he really does try but it's still there.
Jiyan is a really good househusband, dare I say the better cook and housekeeper. There's something about taking care of you that fills him with joy. While he won't do every, he does every chore with you or you both split it equally.
He likes to playfully flick water off of his fingers at you, and then act as if nothing happened.
"Jiyan, did you just?" "No, what are you referring to?" "You flicked water on me!" "I think you're going a bit insane, my dear."
Oh my god can I say he's youe scary dog privilege? Very few people know you're his partner, so when it does come up, it's usually when you're at the market collecting fruits and vegetables and the like.
He trials behind you like a shadow, humming and nodding when you ask him his preference.
Let's say this is before marriage, he gets RED when people pass along their congratulations to the both of you, he doesn't deny it, just shaking his head behind you with a finger to his lips.
He does have a ring, but it's at the base, statched under his pillow where it'll sit until he's ready.
He doesn't think he'll ever be ready, but when you smile and blush like that, he knows the time will come soon.
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Megatron's Opposite Day
"I free slaves"
This is Soundwave binding Ratbat but seeing as Megatron did the same thing to Pentius by putting his spark into Trypticon and reformatted Rumble and Frenzy into cassettes against their will I think he approves a lot of this practice
Megatron on Optimus and humans, after his defeat in All Hail Megatron âŹď¸
he really salty
"I implant ideology" aka brainwashing
Decepticon cause = Megatron. nuff said.
"I liberate cities" says the person who let Nyon burn to make a point
Cities are too small, think bigger
Holding New York hostage.
"Like Autobots, they believe in the sanctity of life" which he doesn't. Kudos for being honest.
Allowing troops to do free-rein massacre is a reward for conquest. Nothing like some easy murder for de-stressing.
The Simanzi massacre which halved the Cybertronian population is off-screen so it doesn't deserve its own pic
"The revolution"
"We only feel good when we stand with a blade in one hand and a throat in another" "Let's make the entire face of the planet into our new gladiator arena"
What nice, confidence-inspiring revolutionaries. I'm sure they'll rule the population with benevolence after they've killed all the Necessary People with Necessary Violence. Final interpretation of what constitutes as Necessary is reserved for the sole discretion of Megatron, ofc.
Good goals.
Sentinel might be an absolute asshole but at least he's got one thing right: they're literally a gang of thugs who gets high off murder.
"The people are my utmost concern"
'The people': ................
"Battling for freedom"
Freedom of what? Function? Autonomy?
Religion?
the ability to choose whether to fight? on which side to fight?
Idk why they used the word "pogrom" for this, it's way too specific
Anyways it doesn't matter, they won't be missed.
Good for Bumblebee for calling him out. Screenshotted this just to appreciate Megatron's bitchy face âŹď¸
Other urban legends:
"Megatron loves Cybertron" let's just burrrrn it
He did fight to save Cybertron in Chaos Theory but also made it pretty clear why he did it. It's not out of the goodness of his heart or any sentimental reasons like that. It's an ego/dominance thing.
Plus his wording when he's trying to convince Optimus to let him go with the Lost Light: "I broke the planet. And that, Optimus, is why I owe it to you - to everyone - to find a replacement."
Replacement.
In other words: I made a mess and can't be bothered to clean it up, so I want to get away from it and find somewhere new to start clean.
I don't think Optimus appreciates the favour.
"Megatron tore down a corrupt government" which is true, just too bad that he's worse
He's also, um, a closeted Zeta admirer?
"Megatron advocates equality" ???
Megatron x dictatorship is literally his OTP. They were inseparable for four million years. A lot of people died trying.
"Megatron cares about the Decepticons" no he doesn't. Not his troops nor its cause.
Like for one thing he treats them with complete scorn
Admits that the most useful thing about keeping Starscream around is that he can bully underlings into line
Wants to use the humans' nuke to get rid of his troops and reformat them into peaceful drones after they outlive their use because they were "too ruthless" for his perfect peaceful society
Has zero scruples about fighting Deceptigod, just affronted that his own soldiers are being used against him
And basically just drops the Decepticons like a bag of vermin after he surrenders. He never once mentions them of his own accord, other than to insist he has nothing to do with them. Even his surrender speech is something Optimus makes him do as exchange b/c he wants to go on parole. He wasn't planning on making a public address otherwise, he was just going to leave them hanging.
Looking at the publication timeline, Megatron started out as an established Evil McEvilson-type villain similar to how he is in G1 and it's not until Chaos Theory in 2011 that JRo really gave him a sympathetic backstory that drew his characterization away from the bloodthirsty pugno ergo sum warlord into someone who once held ideals about societal reform and remains convinced of his own moral supremacy throughout the 4 mill years of death and war, adding worldbuilding such as Functionism/oppression/government corruption as justification for the beginning of the Decepticon movement. But because the start of the Decepticons was already written in Megatron Origins and every evil thing he'd done up till Chaos Theory can't be retracted and they had to keep Megatron as a villain until his story was no longer central to the Autobot-Decepticon war line, and JRo didn't try to downplay the atrocities he'd committed (some of the most sadistically disturbing things Megatron did were exclusively in MTMTE flashbacks), but rather tried to distance him from them and placed the focus on the juxtapositions to emphasize change, this as a whole just resulted in Evil McEvilson getting turned into Hyper McHypocrite.
#That being said I genuinely enjoyed Megatron's redemption arc in mtmte/ll. It's one of those stories that's very poignant and moving#on an emotional level#even though the plot itself doesn't hold up that much under close scrutiny.#moved this to the tags to make the post cleaner#I would've liked it more if LL used a few more panels to show Megatron Actually Making Friends#instead of shunting him into a parallel universe for idk how many issues in an already limited run#transformers#idw transformers#maccadam#megatron#trying to clear out more screenshots
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