#little buggers hate me i'm sure

[skywriterjade]

Not doing too bad me thinks. Only took two hours give or take (plus a week😅) Went with art this time.

A bit cliché but if it ain't broke don't fix it, amiright😂 Night Hunt gone wrong. Zizhen gets turned into a toddler.

[timkontheunsure]

Part 1 Blitz & BPD coding

Ok quick bit first before getting into the nitty-gritty. So to have BPD you need to have 5 of these 9 traits:-

(putting as by proxy with him cus damage your image is harmful to your psyche).

Poor bugger looks to have 9 of 9

Alot of BPD patterns and strategies comes from childhood trauma, and Blitz has this in spades.

Scapegoat and attachment style

Cash is clearly a narcissistic Dad, see the kids as tools.

Cash uses Blitz's love and Strong attachment to his Mum to force Blitz to be useful to him, and do what he wants.

This sends the very strong message that love is conditional. That it is bought through what he can do for another. And that without being useful love and affection will be withdrawn, because he doesn't really deserve it.

We see wee tinny Blitzo struggles with making balloon animals, is a little clumsy, has a sense of humour that not a crowd pleaser. This puts him at the bottom of the pecking order.

This position is the scapegoat. Blamed for anything that goes wrong (fire), to keep the others in line (Fizz told done on purpose), given the most dangerous jobs (rob a Goetia), and given the lest love and affection.

Narcissist see people as tools or a burden. All love from Cash is conditional/transactional.

How Blitz gets love is to be used or to be useful. This the rule.

Affection freely given can't be trusted. It is a lie. This why any Stolas shows has to be either ignored, or change to a kink of "getting plowed by people you look down on". Making himself used.

But Stolas breaks this when he says Blitz "no longer have any obligation to see me, to touch me, to bed me, you are... you are free of me." He panics that he's being abandoned; "I can be better", "I'm I not fucking you good enough" are his immediate responses. Trying to get back to the safety of what he knows.

If they're no 'obligation' then there can't be affection and he wants to Stay with Stolas. And if there's no 'obligation' Stolas telling him he cares must be a lie.

He's slowly coming to see that this isn't always the case in apology tour; when his "earning" his way through sex is rebuffed again.

(It may not be Stolas' kink; but being fucked by an all powerful prince who degraded his a little might be Blitz's 🤭).

After the accident this rule gets a second fun extra playmate that anyone who loves him will be hurt. So Blitz must push them way, to keep them safe from him. These 2 rules give Blitz the disorganised fearful-avoidant attachment style. (Woo go him, give him a cookie. Or you know all the nope, but still give him a cookie).

Disorganised fearful-avoidant attachment comes with a push-pull of wanting to be close but close relationships are scary. (Like running away from Voroskia for loving him).

He is getting better by refusing to be dismissed by Stolas, and coming back the next morning. And even talking to him at the party.

But mostly this bit: "Oh, sorry, this entire time I assumed the worst because I was convinced a prince could never love someone like me, and I've let my self hatred stop me from apologizing to anyone I could ever care about!" Blitz in a nutshell everybody.

His self hatred makes him to self sabotage any romantic relationship before it gets to deep. To protect the people he likes and makes sure they can't love him. Because he doesn't deserve it. Thems the rules after all.

Cash and the accident has taught Blitz to hate himself.  

It's also likely why Blitz thinks apologies are for pussys, and that no one deserves one anyway.  Those sound like words put in his mouth for daring to ask his dad to say sorry. 

He doesn't think he's worth it.

(Added the cuddles pic cus I like the cuddles). And Blitz still doesn't trust that he deserved to be forgiven by Fizz.

This self hatred is why he can't picture anyone loving him, let alone Stolas

"This whole thing we had going... I'm- I mean you're a fucking prince. How could you ever actually care for an imp... Me? How could anybody?" "Stolas, you are better off without me. 'Kay? You deserve so much... I don't even".

No one is allowed to want him.

End of part 1

I'll stick the link to the next part when I get done it, but might be a bit.

Next time some such fun shenanigans as:

Difficulty regulating emotions

Being a burden & how to be useful to IMP

Spitting

Massive fear of abandonment

Emotional loops

The Deal

Chronic feelings of emptiness

Self hatred & the Belief others Must hate him

(his cookie)

As normal is absolutely fine if you don't agree. This is just something I like to do.

[jayke0]

You Know I Love It When You Beg

Pairing: Steven x fem reader

Summary: kinktober day 2, Public Play

Rating: 18+

Warnings/content: public play, vibrating toys (cock massager and insertable vibrator), Dom!Reader, Sub!Steven, teasing, cum in pants, cumming easily, who ever cums first gets fucked, mention of pegging, light mocking, name calling (just mild British insults), lmk if there's anything else i should add :).

Word count: 1,071

Credit: @automnepoet for proofreading ily.

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"Love, can we try something?"

Steven's voice echoes from the hallway as he approaches the kitchen where you're sat, phone in one hand and tea in the other.

"Mmmm depends... if it's anything like those cardboard tasting crisps, then absolutely not." You chuckle, but as you see Steven's nervous face your laughter is cut short, "Sure darling, what's up?" You put your mug down.

Steven chews the inside of his cheek (a habit you'd tried to get him out of months ago but to no avail) as he places the boxes on the table, sheepishly occupying the seat opposite you. 

You examine one of them before holding it up next to your face. "Vibrators? Why are you so nervous about this? Not like we haven't used them before—" 

"I wanna go out with them on, maybe to like, a posh restaurant or something," he quickly interjects. "I think it'll be... fun, if that's the right way to describe it. I'm sure I'll regret calling it that later." He chuckles a little uneasily.

"Oh."

The idea fills you with excitement, and that's evident by the grin that creeps across your face. "You sure you can handle that, sweetheart?" You batter your eyelashes at him and reach out to take his hands "You know how fast you cum." 

Steven huffs in response. "All the more reason to do it! You're just as easy to work up, dear." He raises a brow at you before leaning closer "What's wrong, you scared?" The evil grin now plastered on his face instead.

"No! No... of course not— take that goofy look off your face—" you shove his head gently which results in a giggle from the man. "So you'll do it then?" He asks eagerly, and it's hard to say no to his stupid happy face.

You'd both agreed not to turn them on until you've actually reached the restaurant, otherwise it'd kind of ruin the whole fun of it… given how easy you both get worked up, despite how you argue that you don't.

Fortunately, you get seated in a somewhat closed off booth, and you notice how steven seems a little relieved at that.

"Steven."

"Yes, dear?"

"You look very handsome this evening." You compliment, and he's about to thank you for your kind words, but he's cut off by his hand slapping over his mouth.

"You bugger..." He manages to groan as he feels the vibrations already buzzing through his slacks.

You give him a smug look. "Oi, that's not a very nice way to talk me after i compliment you! Maybe I should turn it u—"

"No!" Steven's hand flies over your phone to protect his dignity. "Not yet... please." He breathes, giving those big puppy dog eyes that you always fall for. 

"Oh baby, you know I love it when you beg."

That warrants a quiet whimper from Steven, and honestly you're surprised how he's already getting worked up over this; he must've been fantasizing about it for a long time. 

Steven is patient though, always is, and that's one of the things you both love and absolutely hate about him, because he can edge you for hours sometimes, bring you to that cliff just to rip you away from it for the 6th time. He waits till you've relaxed before striking, waiting till you ask the waiter to take your orders to pounce on you.

A shiver runs up your back as you feel the buzzing perfectly stimulate your clit, the sudden feeling making you bite down on your lip hard. You briefly give Steven a death stare before continuing your order… only to feel him turn it up further. The vibrator is pressed against that sweet spot inside you, and you find it difficult to not rock back on it with the waiter breathing down your damn neck. You hide your moan with a cough and thankfully get through the order, and once the waiter is out of sight you turn Steven's all the way up.

His sly smirk is quickly wiped from his face as his hips buck forward instinctively and he hides his face in his hand.

"You prick," you mumble to him, now slightly rocking against the buzzing like you wanted to a couple of moments ago, "you handsome prick." 

Steven looks at you, and you can see how fast his chest is rising and falling now, but the look he's giving you is one of complete submission; was it really that easy?

"Oh c'mon, you're not gonna cum yet are you, sweetheart?" You mock lightly while your hand rubs his shoulder. You lean in towards his neck and take in the smell of his cologne (your favourite one) before nipping the skin. "Don't cum Steven, I wanna get fucked tonight."

That, of course, only makes his situation worse, his face now beet red. "God, I can't help it, shit it feels so good." He moans softly and reaches for your phone to turn it down.

You let him, since you don't want it to be over too early… and you at least want your starter.

You're still rolling your hips towards the pleasure vibrating through your underwear when the waiter brings over your desserts, the starter and main having gone surprisingly easy despite both of you now huffing and arousal seeping through your underwear. 

"Thank—yOU—" another moan hidden by a cough when Steven tries to embarrass you again.

You look at him darkly before running your hand over his thigh, resorting to the one thing that you know works on him; fuck cares if it's cheating.

"Please baby, I want you to cum for me..." you whisper in his ear with your best desperate tone, "Just want you to make a mess in your underwear, can you do that for me, sweetheart?" 

And boom, that's all he needed as he shrinks in on himself and hunches over, his body shaking a little while his hips wildly buck against thin air. He can't moan, but there's pants reminiscent of whimpers that leave his lips, until eventually he calms down.

"Good boy." You praise and pepper kisses over his neck and cheek, hand running up and down his back comfortingly.

"I want you bent over the bed when we get home, yeah?"

All Steven can do is nod enthusiastically, his cock already growing hard again at the thought of you fucking him just the way he loves.

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Prompts by: @/flightlessangelwings

Tagging people: @cowboymarcs @sad1st1c-wh0re @poopoobuttsy @boredzillenial @mllover260 @simpforbritgents @saevenswelt @partssoldseparately @keira-kaz2y5 @theincredibleinkspitter @l-lune @red-hydra

[partnerlesspansexual]

I didn't mean it, Love

(Hobie Brown x Autistic!GN!reader)

(Hobie jokingly says he hates you, but because of your autism, you take it seriously)

"Babes, do you know where my mascara is?"

Hobie calls from your shared bedroom as he rummages through his drawers, trying (and failing) to find his missing mascara.

"What? No!"

You shout back as you paste yet another layer of mascara onto your lashes, as you've been doing for the past 2 hours. You were only borrowing it and you were sure Hobie wouldn't mind. And you were right, he wouldn't have minded... If you'd asked him.

He returns to the living room with a frustrated expression and sits next to you on the sofa with a huff, starting to pout.

"Well that just doesn't make sense. I've looked everywhere! The bathroom, my bedside table, the drawer of random stuff in the kitchen, and my mascara was nowhere to be found. Honestly, where could it possibly b-"

He turns and looks at you, your hand holding the mascara wand, paused mid-air. Your face stiffens, hoping that, by some miracle, you'll turn invisible.

"Love"

Hobie says nonchalantly as he gives you a look of exasperation

"Yes?"

You reply innocently as if you haven't just been caught red-handed

"What's that in your hand?"

"...

Mascara"

"And whose mascara is it?"

"...

Yours"

"tch! Honestly, I hate you sometimes. You're a right little bugger, you are"

He chuckles as he takes back his borrowed (stolen) mascara. Your face drops and your eyes soften at his comment.

"You do? I'm really sorry, Hobie. I just wanted to borrow it and I didn't think to ask you. I really am sorry, love, please don't hate me"

You say mournfully, genuinely thinking that Hobie hates you. Hobie quickly realizes his .

"What? No, babes, I don't actually hate you. I was just joking"

Your face lightens up a bit and an embarrassed flush spreads across your cheek.

"Oh, right! Sorry, I should've known it was a joke"

His face softens at your embarrassment as he puts his arm around your shoulders.

"No, no, it's not your fault love. I should've remembered you don't always get jokes like that. I promise to be more careful next time, k?"

He says as he presses a gentle kiss to the tip of your nose, making sure to reassure you that he's not upset. You smile at his sweet gesture and rest your head in the crook of his neck.

"ok...

I love you"

Hobie chuckles softly

"I love you too, my little thief"

[byeuijoo]

brave enough 𐀔 k

genre : fluff ⋆ warnings : alcohol consumption ⋆ wc : 1018

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« hello? » you say as you pick up the phone, squinting at the time on your alarm clock. 1:35 a.m. who dared to call you at such a late hour?

« y/n? i'm sorry, did i wake you up? » on the other side of the phone, you could recognize euijoo's soft voice, one of your best friend's friends. a sigh left your lips as you sat up in bed, rubbing your eyes, « yea, but it's okay. what's happening? »

a loud crash in the background of the call made you open your eyes wide, until you heard someone swear, followed by a long sigh of exasperation from the boy on the phone. « uhh.. well, the 4 of us went out to have a drink, and it was planned that we would all sleep at nico's, but yudai categorically refuses to sleep if he's not at your place so.. »

pinching the bridge of your nose, a long, long sigh left your lips. sometimes you really hated that your best friend loved you that much. « alright.. give me 20 minutes and i'll be there. » — after a short chat, you dropped your phone and hurried to put on a sweatshirt and sneakers, grabbing your car keys before you hit the road.

after a quarter of an hour's driving, you finally arrive at the door of nicholas' apartment, behind which you could clearly hear someone singing — or rather screaming in agony. knocking a few times against the door, you wait no more than 2 seconds before coming face to face with nico's panicked gaze. « i can't tell you how happy i am to see you. » a scoff left your lips as you entered the room, waiting patiently for yudai to come. and in less time than it takes to say it, he appears right in front of you, literally falling into your arms with a silly smile on his lips.

« oh my lovely y/n, you're here ! » you could tell by the tone of his voice that he was completely drunk, which made you sigh even more, euijoo's desolate eyes finding yours across the room. « how many bottles did he drink to end up in this state? » you asked, hooking your arm around his waist to hold him close. fuma slid in beside you to support your best friend's nearly asleep body, guiding him with you to your car, before seating him on the passenger side.

« we lost him at some point, he got mixed up with other people... i think he must have consumed more than he should have during that time. » he explained as he closed the door. you nodded at fuma's words as you walked around the car to get behind the wheel, waving to the three boys who waved back at you.

resting your forehead against the top of your steering wheel with a sigh, you looked up at yudai's face, who seemed to be dozing. leaning over him, you grabbed the belt and hung it up, « what am i going to do with you? » you said in a whisper that you were sure he hadn't heard. after making sure he was safe, you started the car and drove back home.

once parked, you unbuckled your seatbelt before turning towards yudai. in a fit of annoyance, you punched him in the shoulder, waking him up slightly, his eyes moving from right to left in a lost way. « little bugger. » you drop as you got out of the vehicle, slamming your door before finding yourself on his side of the car.

now facing him, his eyes explored your face as you frowned. « what? » you say almost aggressively, rising on tiptoe to unhook his belt. « you're cute, » he tried to articulate, playing with a lock of your hair, « and a bit blurry. but definitely always so cute. » — rolling your eyes, you shook your head negatively, ready to flick him on the forehead, but remembering his condition, you suddenly felt sorry for him and decided to simply help him to find his way to bed.

pulling him out of the car, you helped him as best you could to reach your building's elevator, tapping on number three and waiting desperately for it to reach your floor. « i'm seeing you twice. » he said suddenly, losing his balance slightly.

« yes. you're drunk. » you sighed, grabbing his waist with both of your arms. his chin rested on the top of your head, and his long fingers clung to your sweater. and you could swear you weren't ready to hear the words that left his mouth right afterwards.

« yes. and hopelessly in love with you. »

gently raising your face to his, you didn't have time to lose yourself in his deep brown eyes, as the elevator door opened. shaking your head as if to regain your composure, you grabbed him gently and pulled him towards your door, unlocking it in the blink of an eye. « come on, let's get you to bed. » you whispered, helping him off with his shoes, before leading him to the bedroom.

yudai instantly dropped onto your mattress, as you stripped him of his jacket, helping him to wrap himself in your sheets. « okay, g'night. » you say suddenly, ready to get up and leave the room, but his hand grips your wrist. « y/n, » he whispered, straightening up to reach your ear, « don't tell my sober me that i told you i love you. it was a secret. »

a gentle smile took place on your lips, before nodding, watching him fall back onto the mattress, closing his eyes for a well-deserved night's sleep. « okay, i'll keep it a secret until you're brave enough to tell me sober. » and with one last kiss planted on yudai's temple, you left the room for your sofa and spent the night thinking and imagining scenarios in front of the television.

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[lackadaisy-headcanon-supply-unit]

I'm so glad I found your account! You guys are very talented <33

I know canonically Mortdecai isn't, uh, amazing with kids but what if a Marigold members daughter started hanging around the building (like Ivy did when she was younger) and she reminded Mortdecai of one of his sisters (Esthers moodiness or Roses cheeriness)? I'd love some headcanons about the scenario^^

I wasn't going to write this until later but I absolutely had to jump ahead of schedule and write this because it nagged at my mind almost all week. You even started an AU for the other mods and I, anon. This little idea is so tasty and adfghfgferhrj

You are the biggest brain and I hope you don't mind that me and Iphiko (and maybe even Rory!) had a little taste of this drink ourselves first. Different bottle, don't worry, we haven't touched any of what's in your hand right now

Also thank you so much for your kind words! I'm really glad you guys are enjoying these things (as if the inbox flooding wasn't proof enough), it makes us Lackadaisy Moonshiners so happy and gives me an excuse to keep writing. You're all awesome!

At first, it almost stings. He still remembers Ivy, after all; her wandering around following Viktor or whoever caught her eye whenever she could. It was cute. Adorable, even.

But Mordecai seems to be the target of this little beast's attention. And no amount of waving her off, gently pushing her away with his foot or annoyed threats will get her to pick someone else.

The Savoys are enamored with the little bugger. Serafine started calling her "Bébé Couteau" (Baby Knife) after being allowed to teach her some knife tricks (why Asa let them put a knife in the hands of a kitten, Mordecai will never know) and Nico picked up the habit of startling the little girl by picking her up and spinning with her...Which slowly evolved into throwing her across the bloody bar into Serafine's arms after an accident that resulted in the kitten getting yeeted by a distracted Nico (apparently she loved it (and to Serafine's credit, she ran like Hell to catch her); so it's not exactly safe but it's okay??)

Several speakeasy attendees mistake her to be Mordecai's kitten since she's always hanging around him (and especially so if she's a Tuxedo cat). It probably doesn't help that he loudly objects to the twins throwing the kitten back and forth like a football and has even ripped her out of their arms once or twice

They also (correctly) assume that he calls the shots when it comes to her. If she's making trouble or is heading somewhere that she shouldn't be, someone has to work up the courage to tell that ferocious shadow of Asa's. It's him, the queen cat that looks like she's constantly considering stabbing you or the heartthrob at the bar vicious son of a bitch who always looks like he knows that he's better than you

It's an unspoken rule between the three that Mordecai's word is law when it comes to the kitten. He hates this and is sure that they just use this as another excuse to tease him.

Asa scares the Hell out of the poor little thing. He tried greeting her once and she burst into tears and ran to Mordecai so he could protect her. The twins thought this was hysterical: the kitten adores the ground Mordecai walks on, laughs at Serafine's threats and thinks Nico throwing her at a soft target as hard as he can is the bee's knees; but Asa Sweet-the big fat cat with the softest features out of all of them-scares the living daylights out of her.

Mordecai thinks the kitten has a good judge of character sometimes. If it wasn't for her love of the chaotic duo he'd say that out loud

They brought the kitten along to a "meeting" once when she were sick with a fever. She cried when Mordecai left the car and Serafine refused to leave until she was comforted or at least sleeping, so (after some arguing and sweet-talking) Mordecai went back for her. When he didn't leave the vehicle for a few minutes, the Savoys went on without him.

They came back to find him reading a book, the kitten snuggled up against his side and sound asleep tucked under his coat and arm. The soft look in Morde's eye told Nico that maybe this wasn't the time to be teasing him.

This didn't stop Serafine. Mordecai hasn't heard the end of that event. (Asa also gave him some Hell for leaving the twins to do the dirty work, but Serafine and Nico shut him down pretty quickly-they found whatever crate he wanted, no witnesses are around to tell the tale, the job was done just fine and the kitten needed him more than they did. Shut up, Mr. Sweet.)

Whoever's daughter the kitten is, they'd better learn to deal with Mordecai becoming her guardian angel of death. If she doesn't have a parent and just wandered in somehow, she's gonna end up with something better: an aunt that'll teach her to kill and how to stay strong, an uncle that'll toss her around like a hot potato and teach her to be fearless and another uncle that'll pretend to not care for her until someone looks at her the wrong way.

Mordecai, Serafine and Nico. Probably the worst-fitting cats to be any kind of parental figures, yet ones that will guard a mutually-adopted kitten until their final breaths-whether they'll admit to it or not.

[jamesunderwater]

Just found your page and I’m in looveee can I request number 15 with Jily and lily distracting james? tyy xx

Hello anon! I'm glad you're enjoying it here at my chaotic little blog, lol. I also found it very entertaining to still be receiving smut requests xD I wasn't in the mood to write anything too smutty, but I loved the prompt, so I hope you'll still enjoy this little microfic...which in a meta way is also something of a tease (;

Distractions

“Stop distracting me,” he grumbled, tongue returning to its spot sticking out of his mouth. He’d been trying to get the wrapping paper to stay put long enough for him to tape it down for several minutes now, constantly losing one of the sides and inevitably having to work on the fold all over again. Meanwhile his fiance seemed absolutely set on causing his failure. 

Her tongue flicked out over his earlobe again, and James felt the whole right side of his body burst with goosebumps. “This is how you best learn, though,” she teased, taking the soft skin between her teeth, “under pressure.”

He huffed, because she wasn’t wrong, but his determination to succeed was slipping the longer she toyed with him. “You said Petunia’s presents were always so meticulously wrapped it was practically an insult,” he was grumbling again, but it was nearly a pout, “and so here I am, trying to make sure ours are even more insultingly meticulous, and you’re sabotaging the endeavor!”

The bit of tape he’d been trying to use wrapped around his finger as she answered, “Mmhmm…” her lips now moving down to his neck.

“Lily…” James sighed, grip on the wrapping loosening. Suddenly, he winced. “Bugger all!” Pulling away from her, he brought his middle finger to his lips. “Now you’ve gone and gotten me a paper cut. Are you happy?”

It certainly seemed that she was, given that she was now laughing at him. “Oh, poor man. How ever will you survive it?”

“You’re infuriating. Are you aware of that?”

She grinned wickedly, because of course she was aware, and of course she delighted in it. Her expression turned serious, then, and he was sure it was a ruse, but when she reached out and took his finger, he still gave it to her. “Let me see…” She said tenderly. “Oh, this little nick here?” She pulled his finger toward her, kissing the spot softly, and he groaned in anticipation for where this was headed. “Oh, well we can fix that…” 

Lily pressed her lips against his finger, once, twice, then licked across the pad of it slowly, her green eyes staring into his. James shuddered, biting his lip, dropping his gaze to where she was now taking the tip of his finger into her mouth. He groaned as her tongue swirled around it, felt his cock twitch as she let out the softest moan. “Fucking hell…” James breathed, and then she was pulling her head back, smiling at him.

“There. All better.”

“I fucking hate you.”

She laughed, throwing her head back, and the sound of it was more captivating than anything she’d done before. 

“Well, then, you might hate this…” Lily smirked, and James didn’t know what to expect next, but his stomach flipped at the way she was looking at him. 

She pounced, sending him crashing to the floor, her body flush against his in a moment. As he fell, James accidentally kicked the present across the room, sending it crashing into the wall. He imaged the lovely glass ornament shattering in its box, but his hands were on her hips and Lily was biting his bottom lip, slipping her tongue inside his mouth, moaning as she rocked her body into his, and James forgot all about presents and wrapping and paper cuts, even the time of year or the room he was in or what day it was. 

She could, without fail, distract him from everything. 

[phoenix-and-found-family]

She watched as John grabbed a needle off of the cart and handed it to a grunt.

"Give them another dose, would you? They're starting to stir again."

The grunt looked down at the drug confused.

"I know I know nothing 'bout medicine, but shouldn't dey be dead already? We've drugged em like fifteen times."

John glared at the man.

"Don't get paid ta think, I know, I know."

The grunt walked back over to Phoenix and injected another dose as he walked back to her with a grimace.

"I hope you have the mask adjusted properly this time. I've nearly run out of the stuff, and it's been barely four hours."

Fabricator raised an eyebrow.

"You know each needle is supposed to last twelve hours."

"Tell that to the agent."

John pointed with his middle finger.

"They nearly woke up on the way here after fifteen minutes."

She was constantly surprised by this agent. They knew how to keep up an act, they solved her desk(she hated them for leaving such a mess. Was it too much to ask they put things back where they belong?), but this was impressive. And potentially useful.

She wasn't sure if this was tied to their... ability or not.

Fabricator walked closer to the agent as the grunt finished up and turned to leave.

"And I- Are you even listening to me?!"

She ignored him as she looked over the little bugger in person for the first time.

They were fairly scrawny, and a lot shorter than she hoped, with pale skin and brown hair that had never seen a comb in its life. Their suit was both cheaper and more expensive than it looked, with several "hidden" pockets that, knowing Phoenix, would probably be used to steal things from the places they visited.

"I only have you for a short time, but there's something I've been dying to test on you."

Fabricator pressed a button on her cigarette stick and a long, thin blade shot out from the end of it.

She dug the knife into their cheek with only a little resistance, blood flowing weakly from the wound as she raked the blade across their face, down their throat, over their shoulders.

"What- What did- Why would you-"

She turned to John and walked back towards him.

"Shoot them."

The look of shock and bewilderment on his face was so awfully genuine, she could almost believe it was another man. A better man. A man who didn't know what was coming to him.

Juniper quickly regained his composure and put on a mask of indifference.

"First of all, you're not my boss, Fabby. Second, I will shoot them, but not because you told me to."

She chuckled slightly as he walked closer to them, grabbing a pistol from a box and loading it in one smooth motion. She had to admit- he was an arrogant prick, but he was a fantastic shot.

"If Zor asks why they're dead when they wanted them alive, I'm blaming you for this."

He stopped around twenty feet in front of them, holding the gun level with their head. He hesitated for a second...

... before the pistol went off and a hole appeared in their brain.

John lowered the gun.

"Why wasn't I allowed to just do that on the way here?"

"Because I wanted to see how this worked in person."

"How what work..."

He trailed off as he stared in horror as the blood started running back up into their body.

She smiled.

"That."

Their blood started slowly at first, fitting back into place in their head like a jigsaw puzzle. It peeled off the wall in droplets, and then suddenly in bigger drops, flying back inside with the force of a bullet. It was almost like rewinding a VHS tape- seeing the wound play out backwards, the flesh regrowing.

She had tried to record it before, but no recording could have done this transformation justice. It was incredible.

John looked like a deer caught in headlights.

"W- I- Huh??? That's not- possible!!"

She enjoyed his absolute horror before his eyes inevitably glazed over.

"That's not... possible..."

He walked like a marionette back towards her, his eyes half shut and the gun loose in his hand.

He put the pistol on the box, muttering the whole time.

"Not possible, not possible, not possible..."

She smirked as he finally found his way back to her.

"I like you much better like this, John. You're much more... manageable."

He looked back to Phoenix, blinked hard, and she could tell that he had reset before he opened his mouth.

"Tell that to the agent."

John pointed with his middle finger.

"They nearly woke up on the way here after fifteen minutes."

Fabricator watched the grunt finish up and turn to leave.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

She smiled.

"Like what?"

"Like you're going to feed me into a sausage grinder."

"Maybe I will."

He rolled his eyes.

She handed him the bag with the mimic mask and watched him put it on.

"Why did you make it look like his face? I really only need to sound like their handler."

"Because, John, you know I can never do anything without a hint of betrayal."

He walked away muttering something about "what does that even mean".

She walked over to the unconscious Phoenix one last time.

All of her cuts were gone. Their face was exactly the way it had been beforehand. No marks at all.

She couldn't help but notice that their skin was a little less pale, their hair was a little more manageable, and, quite possibly, they were just a little bit taller.

Fabricator had to give it to John. He picked the most perfect name.

She couldn't wait to break them in two.

She let go of their face and walked towards the door. It was nearly showtime. And she wasn't going to miss the summit for the world.

(Holy shit, this was long and I wrote it in one sitting what the fuck happened)

[spnexploration]

Collared part 29

Pairing: Dean x Reader eventually

Series summary: Sam and Dean save a woman from where she has been held as a slave by a witch. But things turn dark whenever they try to take her magic collar off, leaving them with a slave to look after and a curse to break.

Episode summary: Sam and Dean loosen up their protections a little.

Warnings: none particularly

Word count: 1.8k

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A/N: Had to queue this up while I'm away, so apologies for not updating the mastlist or providing links to other chapters yet. Fixed now!

Part 28 <- -> Part 30

“Y/N,” Dean started at breakfast the next morning, “I think maybe Sam and I have been a bit, uh, overprotective and maybe it hasn't really been helping you adjust.” He'd been thinking a lot about what you'd said yesterday.

“Oh?” you said. He was pleased to see that you hadn't instantly reacted negatively to him.

“So, we have a suggestion, if you're up for it. There are some woods around the bunker, pretty secluded. We umm, thought you might want to go outside for a bit?”

Your face lit up, but then was overtaken with fear again. He wanted to wipe away your fear forever, but he knew he couldn’t.

“We’ll be with you the whole time. I, uh, I don't think it's a good idea for you to go out alone yet. But, we don't want you to feel like you’re, you know, stuck in here.” He hated how nervous he felt, how nervous he was clearly coming across as.

“When?”

“Uh, whenever you want. I just gotta grab some angel blades and we'll be good to go whenever you want.”

“Angel blades?” you said, biting your lip. Crap, he thought, he didn't want to scare you more.

“They work on demons too. But don't worry, we are 99.9% sure absolutely nothing will happen. We're just grumpy buggers who hate being caught unaware.”

You nodded. “Umm, can we do it after breakfast?”

“Sure.”

---

Dean made you wait at the bottom of the stairs with Sam while he checked outside.

“Do you always do this before you go outside?” you asked Sam.

“Well, no, but I'm a 6’4 monster hunter with concealed weapons on me at all times,” he said with a grin. You laughed.

��Ok, point taken.” After a pause you added, “Do you really have concealed weapons on you at all times?”

“Umm, yep, pretty much.”

“Wow.”

Dean called out to say it was all clear and Sam gestured for you to head up the stairs first. You felt suddenly apprehensive, you hadn't been out since the failed shopping attempt. You even remembered being afraid of sunlight, with the collar on.

“We don't have to do this if you're not ready,” Sam said quietly behind you. “But I want you to know that I think you can do this.” He reached out and squeezed your hand. You took a deep breath and started to walk up the stairs.

You felt the sun on your skin. You breathed in the scent of the trees. You could see a horizon. It was magic.

Dean gave you an encouraging nod as you started to walk towards the woods. He and Sam trailed after you, staying close enough that they could get to you but giving you space. You quickly forgot about them, caught up in the experience.

There were birds. You had forgotten what they sounded like. They weren’t flashy or particularly impressive, just... Birds!!

You reached out and touched the trees. You picked up a leaf, crunching it in your hand. You could smell a sort of... freshness. It was beautiful.

You saw the perfect tree. Sturdy looking branches starting low enough and spaced a good distance apart. You ran to the tree, laughing, and began to climb up.

“You get up that thing, you better be able to get yourself down!” Dean called, a smile in his voice. “I am not rescuing you from a tree!”

“You wouldn't have to,” you called back. “I'm barely higher than Sam’s eyebrows!” You heard them both laugh.

You climbed higher, feeling a sense of elation and purpose.

“We sure she's not still delusional?” Dean stage whispered to Sam. “This has pretending to be a fairy written all over it.”

“How do you know I don't pretend to be a fairy all of the time?” He laughed.

You sat in the tree for a while, watching the world go past. “You boys should see the view up here - it's beautiful!”

“Dean's too stocky for trees,” Sam teased. “Bow legs can't hold on either.”

You sat there for a while longer, taking it all in.

Finally, you decided to climb back down. For all of Dean's jokes, he certainly seemed concerned watching you climb down. His arm came up behind you as if to catch you. It was sweet, although you were fine.

“Gonna have to give you a new nickname,” Dean remarked. “That was far from Bambi-esque.”

“She can't have Squirrel, that's you,” Sam laughed. “Although in your case it's because you look like one, rather than any skillset.”

Dean glared at his brother, “Shut up, Moose.”

“I think our Y/N still has some wide-eyed Bambi in her,” Sam said affectionately. “Even if she is swinging through trees like a monkey.”

You laughed, enjoying spending time with them. “You wanna do some more, Bambi?” Dean asked.

“Nah, I think I’d like some water now.”

The trio started to walk back to the bunker in a companionable silence. Just as you got to the door, you said quietly, “Thank you.”

“No worries, Y/N. Any time you wanna come out here, just let one of us know.”

---

You headed to your room after lunch, but after a while started to feel restless. Perhaps spending all of your time hiding away wasn’t the best strategy.

You went looking for the brothers.

You found Dean sitting at a table, surrounded by an arsenal of guns. One was in pieces in front of him. He looked up at you, “You ok? Something wrong?”

“No, just, umm, bit sick of my room.”

He smiled. “You're welcome to stay here and keep me company while I clean, if you'd like. Or Sam might be able to find you a book, or there's always the TV.”

“How- how do you clean them?”

He looked at you thoughtfully, “You making conversation or are you interested in me teaching you about guns? I can do either.”

You bit your lip, hesitant to ask for what you want. His body language was open, relaxed. You took a steadying breath, “I think I'd like to learn.”

He smiled encouragingly. “Ok, what do you know about guns?”

“Only what Sam told me when you went after the witch, and I'm not sure I can remember it all.”

“Ok, no problem. Learning how it all fits together is a good first step anyway.”

He was patient, explaining what he was doing and answering all of your questions.

“Why do you have so many?”

He laughed, “Because Sam is a slacker who doesn't like doing it. You see Sammy field stripping his firearm and you start wondering what he's worried about.”

You laughed with him. They never really complained about each other when you had the collar on, but now you were getting to see more of their good-natured ribbing of each other. Dean kept up the conversation, teaching you more than you'd ever known there was to know about guns.

“Ok, now push that in and slide this piece backwards,” Dean said, encouraging you to learn how to pull a small handgun apart. You were struggling with it, unable to get it to work properly. Dean reached over to help you, his hands wrapping around yours to guide your fingers.

You froze. You suddenly felt trapped, even though you knew exactly what he was doing and why. Your emotional response didn't seem to care about that, it just detected danger and went with it. You felt your breathing quicken.

Dean seemed to realise you'd stopped trying. He looked up to your face and then quickly dropped his hands.

“Crap, sorry Y/N. I didn't mean to scare you.”

You dropped the gun. It clattered to the table, and you jumped at the sound.

Dean backed away from you, hands up in surrender position. “I'm not going to hurt you,” he said in a calming voice. “I'm going to go now, I think I'm scaring you. I'll get Sam, ok?” He backed away slowly, out the door. You heard him down the corridor calling “Sammy!”

You tried to calm your breathing. You weren't even sure why you were panicking, you weren't afraid of Dean. But his strong hands enveloping yours around the cold, hard surface of the gun triggered something. You couldn't remember a particular instance where something like that happened, but the feeling of a strong man's hands controlling you was familiar.

Sam appeared, looking worried. “Hey, Y/N,” he said in a soft, calm voice from the other side of the room, “How are you going?”

“I’m- I’m- I'm ok.” He edged closer to you, watching your reaction. It didn't trigger your fight / flight / freeze this time, so you gave him a small nod. He moved closer again. “I just,” you continued, your voice still a little shaky, “I dunno, suddenly I was panicking.”

He stood closer to you and opened his arms. You stepped forward gratefully and hugged him.

“It's ok,” he murmured. “You're safe.”

You let yourself be hugged for a minute or so, calming your racing heart and breathing.

“You wanna talk about what happened?” Sam asked gently when you pulled away.

“I don't even know. I wasn't scared of Dean. I just, I dunno, suddenly felt trapped.”

He rubbed his hands gently up your arms. “It's probably not what you want to hear, but unfortunately sometimes these things might just happen. You went through a lot and it takes time.”

You nodded. You were trying to reassure yourself that it was to be expected, not your fault.

Suddenly, you remembered- “Dean! Is he ok?”

Sam smiled at you, “He's fine, Y/N. He just wanted to make sure you were, and he didn't think his presence was helping you calm down.”

“Where is he now? I want to apologise.”

“You don't need to apologise, and you don't need to put yourself in any situations that make you feel uncomfortable.”

“No, I want to talk to him. Where is he?”

Sam studied your face for a moment before relenting, “I don't know for sure, but my best guess is the garage. He often works on the car when he's feeling stressed.”

---

Dean looked up and saw you walking into the garage. He couldn’t get over the look on your face when he’d tried to help you with the gun, but you looked better now. He wiped his hands on the grease cloth and stepped out from under Baby’s hood.

“I’m sorry about before,” you said tentatively.

“You have nothing to apologise for, sweetheart. I should’ve known not to touch you.”

“I don’t- I don’t want you to avoid touching me, Dean. I just freaked out, but it wasn’t about you. I wasn’t scared of you. I was just, I dunno, scared for some reason.”

“Ok,” he said sincerely, “thank you for telling me.”

“So, um, what are you doing out here?”

He chuckled, “Honestly? Checking you didn't break anything when you were poking around in here.”

You laughed. He was relieved, he’d been worried that joke would tank. “Do you, umm, mind some company?”

“Of course, sweetheart. Any time.”

.

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[joka13]

FANFICTION: Weasley Twins x Reader (Slytherin Girl) - Part 8

WARNINGS: none

"I can't help with your project if this is going to be a regular thing," you whisper during Professor Flitwick's class introduction.

The twins, who sit on either side of you, stare blankly.

"What do you mean?" George asks.

"I mean the pranks. I don't mind you pulling anything on other people, in fact, please, do so! Your jokes are brilliant..." At this, the boys sit up straighter, puffing their chests out with pride. "Though I'd appreciate it if you didn't make me the butt of them."

After a moment of thought, Fred and George nod understandingly.

"Alright, but only because you asked nicely," George says.

"And because we need you," adds Fred.

"I'm sorry, y/n, I really am," George apologizes, jutting his bottom lip out in a pout. You bite the inside of your cheek to keep from laughing. It's hard to stay serious around these two.

"I'm more sorry than he is," says Fred. He makes an even sadder expression, and you break a smile. Fred laughs triumphantly.

"Shut up," you giggle, shoving him playfully.

"Can I get some physical contact, too?" asks George innocently.

You snort, then punch his arm.

"Thanks a lot," George grimaces, massaging his bicep. You laugh.

At lunch, you happily sit with Fred and George, though it's upsetting that you haven't seen Maddy since yesterday morning. You would have liked for her to join you and the twins.

"Have either of you seen my friend, Maddy Dewmond, recently?" you inquire over a salami sandwich.

Fred stops chewing momentarily, and George hides behind the Daily Prophet. You set your sandwich down.

"You guys know something, don't you?" Your stomach churns with anxiety. Why are they acting so strange? "What's happened to Maddy?"

"Dunno," George's muffled voice says from behind the paper. Fred keeps chewing and avoiding your gaze.

"I have a right to be aware of whatever it is," you state firmly. "She's my friend."

"Not anymore..." Fred mumbles. George elbows him in the stomach.

Your voice cracks. "What's that supposed to mean?"

Just then, Maddy walks into the Great Hall... holding onto Draco Malfoy. He's got his arm around her shoulders. You can't believe it. You blink twice, assuming that your eyes must be deceiving you, but they aren't.

Malfoy smirks at you, pulling Maddy closer to him. Maddy avoids your gaze and looks at the ground instead guiltily. She knows she's done you wrong. The new couple go to sit down at a different table, far away from you, with a pack of Malfoy's loyal Slytherins trailing behind.

No one speaks for a long moment as you take in what you just saw. George eventually folds his paper and sets it neatly on the table beside his empty plate, asking politely, "May we hurt him now?"

You sigh and rest your forehead on the table top, burying your face in the sleeves of your robes and ignoring George.

"I hate Slytherins," you sniff. It was all partially Malfoy's fault. No doubt he did this to get back at you for humiliating him, but Maddy has been your only real friend for four years. And she always seemed to despise Malfoy just as much as you do... Did she secretly have feelings for Malfoy all along? Did he threaten her in some way? What could possibly be going on in her head right now...?

"Nasty little buggers, they are," says Fred.

"Excluding present company, of course," George adds.

You don't respond. You're on the verge of tears, so you keep your head down. Minutes later, after you've made sure you're not going to start crying, you sit up, get out of your seat, and brush yourself off. The twins watch with curiosity as you gather your things. You swing your bag over your shoulder and plant your hands on your hips confidently.

You smile. "Let's get going with this 'Project Nosebleed' of yours."

The twins practically leap off of the bench in excitement, cheering loud enough for the entire room to hear.

[forgodsgoddamnsake]

Belly Dancer - 12

Warning: smut, rough sex, praise, language, angst, fluff and so on.

I fucking hate warnings, just read!

"Harry, please, just listen to him. He's your friend." You patted on his knee for comfort.

"Exactly, that's why it has nothing to do with you." He said in an angry tone.

"What?" You were actually surprised.

"You crossed the line, y/n, it's none of your business what's going on between me and him. Hear me? None of your business." He told you off, drinking from his glass all in one gulp

You looked stunned for a minute. You saw Harry's face every time someone spoke of their best friend, you knew that he missed Michael. You thought that he just needed a push.

"You're right, it's none of my business. I'm sorry I care about you enough to intervene in your life." You said, pissed off at the wholt situation. You left your untouched martini and left them both behind, walking out of the bar.

Harry didn't look at Michael who watched you leave.

"Got what you wanted in the end, right?" Harry asked, rolling his eyes at the vain.

"What the fuck are you talking about? You think this low of me? I reached her, Harry. I told her that I was trying to speak with you but you'd refuse." Michael said, annoyed with Harry.

"And?" Harry sounded like he didn't care.

"You damn son of a bitch, you got two people trying to make things right with you and you're too stubborn to let them. I was trying to tell you that I was sorry, sorry for what I've done in the past, sorry for what happened with y/n and Ray."

Mike was furious at this point. "And she listened to every word I said and believed me, but here you are, being the fucker that you are. She tried to get you to just speak with me, because I asked her. If you think I screwed this up, you're wrong, you did."

"I never asked for this!" Harry argued.

"I don't care! It's important for me to not lose you and I thought that since you refused to even answer my calls or even have a decent conversation, I should reach her to get you to talk to me."

"I don't like people taking actions like that." At that point, Harry felt kind of guilty, but wouldn't admit it.

"I know, Harry, but there was no other option. I care enough to not lose you. I-I know that I wasn't the best friend, I never meant to screw things up with you and her. I don't even know why I did that, but I'm sorry. I promise it will never happen again. I came all the way just to tell you that I'm sorry." Mike's tone softened as Harry's expressions.

They sat in silence for a minute, both of them looking at their hands. Michael didn't have the courage to say anything more.

"Fuck it, come here!" Harry said, pulling Michael in a friendly tight hug, they patted each other's backs.

You did this, and they both took advantage of the opportunity you gave them to fix their friendship. Their friendship couldn't be messed up for any reason, that was why you had to do this.

"Go fix what you just did, bugger." Michael said to Harry, pulling away from the hug.

"Aren't you leaving with us?" Harry asked, slipping some dollar bills under his glass.

"No, since I'm here I might as well visit my brother. Now go." Michael encouraged, patting Harry's shoulder.

Harry smiled back at his friend, walked out of the bar, went up to your suite, and then he opened the door only to be greeted with darkness.

"Y/n?" He called, turning on the light, his eyes caught your suitcases so that for sure meant that you didn't leave on your own. He walked in the bedroom but you weren't there, then he walked towards the bathroom and knocked on its door.

"Y/n, baby are you here?" He called and got answered with silence so he opened the bathroom door and it was empty.

He started getting a little worried, so he walked to the living room, turned on the lights of the living room only to hear your voice that came from somewhere, because you weren't in the living room. "Turn off the light."

"Baby, where are you?" He looked around, but he couldn't see you. His eyes caught the balcony that was covered with curtains. He turned the lights off before walking towards the balcony. He breathed as if he was holding his breath without realizing when he saw you on the balcony, laying down on the floor with a cigarette between your lips, looking up at the stars.

"You scared the shit out of me!" He said out of relief, but you gave no answer, eyes still on the stars.

He sighed, closing the curtains behind him before he laid down next to you on the cold floor. He pulled his cigarette pack out, got a cigarette out, lit it with the lighter he had and put a hand behind his head for protection and support.

He imitated you, looking up at the stars that were more visible that not much light was on.

"Did you tell him to go fuck himself?" You asked before inhaling the toxic smoke.

He sighed, "Actually, no. We're okay for now."

He felt guilty next to you.

"Good for you." You answered in a cold tone.

You both laid there in silence, looking at the stars. Nothing to be heard but the burning tobacco, you breathing and the background noise.

"I'm sorry, y/n." He closed his eyes as he said this. "I shouldn't have said what I said earlier."

"Okay." You answered still with the same cold tone.

"No, it's not, speak with me." He tilted his head to the side to look at you.

"No."

"Is this some kind of silent treatment?"

"I'm talking with you, how is that silent?"

"Because you sound so… Cold."

"Doesn't matter."

"Of course it matters. We need to communicate so we can fix this."

"There's nothing to fix. You said that it was none of my business and that's what I'm doing, minding my own business."

"I didn't mean it like that. You know that, right?"

"No, Harry, I don't. And I no longer want to care."

"But I want you to care. Look, ugh, Michael and I are more like brothers, I knew that we had to fix things between us. I just didn't see it coming from you."

"Okay."

"Hey! Stop that and let's have a decent conversation." He straightened up and sat on the floor, crossing his legs, giving you the full attention.

"I just counted 15 stars. How many did you count?" You asked, trying to change the subject but in the most blunt way.

Harry sighed, "I just counted one that doesn't want to speak about what happened."

"Stars don't speak, do they?"

"Y/n, princess, please."

You huffed, imitated Harry's posture, facing him. You took the last breath of smoke before crushing the cigarette butt in the glass ashtray next to you.

"What now?" You asked, annoyed.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have spoken to you that way in public or even in private. I didn't mean it."

"It's not only about that, Harry. You told me off, and okay I respect that, but that made me reconsider us."

"What? What do you mean?" He asked, startled with your words.

"I'm a person that cares so much for the people I like, I'm a giver and a person that can't see the people I care about having troubles in their life. Because of that, if you want a person that doesn't care so much, then we're not right for each other, because I can't control these feelings." You flicked your hair a little, a habit whenever you spoke your mind. "All I'm saying is, if I can't get involved in your life especially in the future, then I can't be with you. Once I care, I'll always care. And if that's not setting right with you, fine! I can't even apologize for trying to get you to speak with Mike, because I feel that I did that just because I care about you."

"You silly girl, I love that you care!" He gave you a wide smile, holding your hands with his. "This is one of the many things I like about you, but I just didn't even think that you cared that much."

"That's something that makes people take a step back from me. If you don't mean it, please don't say it." You closed your eyes, hating how much you cared.

"I'm not going anywhere. People who do that, to hell with them. Y/n, I'm a man that appreciates a caring woman. It was just unexpected."

"That is why I'm telling you that you're gonna hate it, you're gonna feel so pressured that you can't care about me as much as I do about you."

"Some people might feel so, but not me. I, ugh, I never had any woman care for me other than my mum and sister, that's why this is not something that's going to drive us apart. I want it, all of it, all your care."

You nodded, but you couldn't believe him. Everybody left you because you cared so much they couldn't keep up, so what made Harry so different? You thought nothing, so you just agreed and let it go, but deep down you didn't believe a word he had said. His words were supposed to assure you, but you were so damaged that no words could get the job done.

A man is a man. Nothing in your past experiences helped you believe Harry's statement, so you did something wrong. So wrong. There were two options, one was to let his words assure you so you care, not giving a second thought to it, second was to not believe him and just end the relationship before it even started. But you chose a third wrong option, you didn't believe him, but were going to care anyways.

Choosing this option, you knew that either you'd get so hurt if your fear became real and regretted every second you cared for him, or you'd hate that you chose not to believe him and spend your time with him afraid of every show of affection and care you give.

You chose the wrong option.

--

The drive home was quiet, mostly because you had a heavy heart that made you focus only on the road. Not Angela’s eyes that wandered all over Harry’s presence, nor Harry’s eyes that looked at you from time to time, could take your attention from the road and all the thoughts that mingled in your mind.   You weren’t sure of anything at this point, but you mostly felt self-conscious because you were sure that you should not have cared about anyone. 

Choosing between caring or ending it all was a tough call, but you were ready for the challenge. You didn’t know why, but you were going to take matters into your own hands and not let go of your walls. When you discussed things with Harry, it made you choose to care, but when you thought things through, you were sure that you couldn’t break all the walls you had built just for a pair of green eyes. 

The walls were there for a reason, to protect you.

You weren’t used to their fucked-up relationships, you were only used to the fucked-up relationships back home. 

Your mind was on fire. 

You took a hundred decision in ten minutes, what was the best option? You certainly did not know. 

As for Harry, he did not know what to do. He felt this aura of uncertainty around you. From the moment his eyes landed on your dancing body in the club, he thought you were different. All the things that made him feel attached to you, could not let him rest knowing that you were uncertain about him, though he was certain about you.

He knew. He knew that you were damaged, but to what point? That he did not have a clue about.

You dropped Angela at her place, a poor neighborhood. You didn’t answer her ‘Bye, guys.’, but Harry did. You didn’t drive again and stopped the engine even after Angela left, you sat in your seat, eyes on the cement road. Harry looked at you, “Baby? Let’s go.”

You took a deep sigh, flicked your hair, “We’re over, Harry.”

“What?” He asked, startled.

“I can’t get into a relationship.”

“All of a sudden?” He asked, clearly annoyed.

“No, I just realized that I have a fragile personality that can’t keep a man. I can’t be with you or anyone else.”

“Is that because of the Michael thing?”

“No, Harry. I’m a runaway, I run away from emotional shit. As I said, I can’t keep a man, I’ll always find a way to freak you out just like now.”

He didn’t answer, there was this awkward silence.

“Let me drive.” Harry said, breaking the silence. You nodded and switched seats with Harry, he started the engine again in an angry way and he flew with the car.

He said in a loud tone almost like yelling, “I’m not letting you go, so you better gather yourself because there’s no way out of this. You’re with me, and if you think I’ll let you destroy what we have just because you’re afraid you’ll mess things up, then too bad! I’m not fucking leaving, and neither are you.”

You didn’t answer, kept silence as he kept yelling with angry eyes on the road.

“I’ve no idea what all of this coming from, but hell no I’m not letting go of all the amazing things we have just because you’re a coward!” He continued.

“I’m not a coward!” You yelled back.

“Damn you are! You want to throw me away and for what? For a stupid fear of caring for someone you actually care about. Y/n, you’re a coward.”

“Don’t call me that!”

He kept racing the stars with his car, aiming for his mansion.

“You are staying with me. Any shit talks about ending things, I won’t hear it. Make up your mind when you’re in my bed.”

You sighed, rolling down the window so the wind hit you. And just like before, you got your upper half out of the window, letting the wind hit your body, fly your hair, clear your mind.

Maybe he was right, maybe that was what you needed. Someone that wouldn’t let you go because your mind was self-destructive.

His eyes wandered between you and the road.

You liked being manhandled; he was going to give it to you. One way or another, you were not leaving.

He pulled over at his mansion, sighed. Game was on.

He got out of the car and slammed the door, walked around the car for your body that was still half out the car. His hand cupped your cheeks while his eyes glared at you, he was pissed, “You’re not leaving this relationship.”

You were startled when he slid your whole body out of the car through the window and right on his shoulder. His legs walked towards the front door and got in, “Harry, put me down!” You yelled at him, kicking him as he was walking into his mansion.

“Mr. Styles, is everything alright?” Jack, the butler, asked as he was standing to watch Harry’s angry figure carry you towards the elevator.

“Everything is about to, Jack. Don’t let anyone disturb us.” Harry answered.

“Hi, Jack.” You raised your head a little with a smile on, you raised your hand to wave at Jack.

“Hi, y/n.” He gave you a wide warm smile and a wave back before Harry got into the elevator, turning around so you faced either his butt or the elevator mirror.

When the elevator doors were open, he walked to his bedroom, kicked the door open roughly. He walked towards the bed and threw you down onto it.

“What the hell, Harry!” You yelled at him.

“I’ve been in a thousand relationship and when I’m finally in a decent one, you want to mess it up for no proper reason.” Yeah, he was yelling so you better thank God that this isn’t a movie, so you won’t actually be deaf with his loud voice. “You’re staying here, in my house. We’ll eat together, shower together, we’ll have endless sex and if I have to make us shit together, I fucking will till you get rid of all the nonsense going on in your head!” Forgot to tell you, that he was vulgar when he was angry, as well. “If I have to, I’ll tie you to this fucking bed and you’re not even going to work until you’re sure about us.”

“I’m not playing your games.” You glared at him and were about to get off the bed, but his hands held your wrists down, pinning you on the silky black sheets.

“Too bad, you are. I like you too much to let you go easily.” His eyes pierced on yours, pure anger, that was what you saw.

That was when he crashed his lips onto yours in an angry kiss. You could feel his frustration in the way his lips ate yours. You didn’t realize that you were so into this angry, passionate kiss until you brought him closer by his cross necklace. It felt like you two were both fighting over dominance through this hungry kiss. His lips bit softly on yours before he slid his tongue into your mouth, and you did the same just the second he entered his tongue into your mouth. His plump soft lips were determined to overpower yours, but you were a fighter, so you fought for dominance only to annoy his ego.

He did not realize that he was killing you with lust, desire, passion and anger.

“I’ll fuck this out. All of it.” He whispered on your lips.

His body was against yours, half-standing in between your open legs. A hand of his was exploring your flesh under the sweatshirt you had, while the other was on your neck. It felt like you were kissing for a hundred hours, but neither of you could get enough. You got drunk on power, dominance and each other’s bodies.

Not much was discussed about what you liked in bed, but there was this chemistry between you and him without even discussing it. As if everything he was into, you were too.

That was why you liked when he softly slapped you, spanked you, chocked you and called you names.

He helped you take off your sweatshirt completely and once it hit the floor, he kissed you angrily again. His hands crept under your body to unclasp your bra, and once it was off, he grabbed both of them in his hands. Your breasts fit his hands perfectly and he loved that fact so much. He couldn’t stop himself from leaving your lips only to kiss down on your boobs, sucking onto your little nipples. Your fingers found their way into his soft hair, tugging on it lightly when he bit on one nipple slightly.

His saliva was covering your breasts as he drew wet kisses, sucked and licked every part of them. You let his hands squeeze your boobs while his mouth made its way to your neck to kiss onto. He mesmerized your sweet spot, licking down on it like the pro he was. He learned that you became weak every time he came near your neck to kiss, lick and bite down love-bites.

He stripped you of your leggings and shoes, and you noticed that his breathing became heavier just like yours. His lips crashed yours again as his hand drew circles on your pussy through your red thong.

But that time, you really wanted to fight him.

You flipped him over, so you were on top, your wet, starving, clothed pussy right on top of his thickening cock.

“I’m not gonna let you win this time.” You winked with a hint of a smirk on your face. You saw his smirk; he knew that you knew that you couldn’t win if not he let you do. But he gave you a chance anyways.

You took off his t-shirt, you wanted him naked like he was born. Right away, you dipped your lips on his neck just like he did to you, your hands touching down his abdomen, feeling his abs, scratching on it slightly so you gain some moans from him. He smelt like cologne and desire, and it only drove you crazier.

His body was hot while yours felt cold.

You kissed behind his ear, hands going everywhere available. You held his hands with yours above his head and dry-humped him, eyes looking into his directly. You could only feel him getting harder against your wetness.

“A little slut, aren’t you?” He smirked, couldn’t let go of his dominance even if you had him pinned on the bed.

“But you love it, don’t you?” You stared into his eyes, with a daring look. The fire growing down where you were rubbing and your moaning getting on his nerves.

“That’s it! On my face.” He ordered, freeing himself violently from your grip and giving you a hard spank on the ass.

Although you were trying to keep your dominance, you couldn’t hold yourself and immediately did as you were ordered. Your knees on either side of his head, pussy right facing him. That position of you hovering above his face killed him.

Heaven, he thought.

His hand ripped your thong and only left it hanging around your waist.

Even better, he also thought.

 “You want it, babygirl?” He said on your pussy, you felt his hot breath hitting your pussy as he spoke.

“Yes, daddy.” You had no idea why you called him that, but it felt like a ‘daddy’ moment.

“What did you call me?” You didn’t think that the little nickname made him harder, but oh it surely did.

“Daddy.” You breathed, trying not to suffocate him with your pussy.

“Good god, you’re damn right.” He said in his dominance voice before his tongue made contact with your clit directly. Your knees felt like jelly at the touch.

His tongue worked its way between your folds, drawing circles on your clit as his lips sucked in your pussy lips. The best meal he could have, he wanted it to devour you every way possible as his arms held your hips in place.

“Yes, Harry, just like that.” You moaned, moving your pussy on his tongue. He gave you a loud spank on the ass and you knew that was a warning to correct yourself.

“Daddy, just like that, don’t stop, please.” You pleaded, your hips moving faster to gain more friction on his wet tongue.

And he didn’t stop. He kept licking and sucking on your pussy, you felt you were about to pass out from the pleasure. All of a sudden, you felt his thumb enter your hole, exploring your insides.

“Holy shit, yes!” You screamed holding onto his hair. The sting he felt in his scalp only made him harder, made him know that you were enjoying his face, so he brought you down more onto his face.

His thumb fucked you as he was sucking in your whole pussy, his tongue licking hard on your sensitive nub.

“I can’t hold anymore, daddy. I’m gonna cum!” You screamed as your pussy attacked his mouth, the sloppy friction pressuring your climax. He gave you another slap on the ass of encouragement.

“Holy Fuck, Harry!” You screamed his name as you were cumming, eyes closed shut, panting.

Just when you came from your high, he gave you a small kiss on the clit, taking out his thumb.

You pulled away from his face, only to see his face smudged with your liquids. But he didn’t mind for one bit, on the contrary, he gave you the biggest smirk possible.

You craved his cock in your mouth, so you helped him take off his sweatpants and boxers all in one step.

“I like you better naked.” You flipped your hair as his eyes enjoyed the sight of your face getting closer to his cock while your breasts jiggled every time you moved.

Your face close to his cock, and your pussy got wetter at the sight of the pre-cum leaking from his cock’s tip. You used his pre-cum to lube his cock, plus you spat down on his tip and jerked him off a couple of times. He hissed at the feeling of your hand on his cock, his head rested down on the pillow, but raised it right after he felt his cock between your boobs.

You closed your breasts on his cock, and fucked his cock with them up and down, eyes on his cock.

“Shit, babygirl, that’s so good!” He moaned. Your hair was getting in the way, so he collected your hair and held it up in a bun with his hand, his hips moving up and down with you, fucking your boobs.

You smirked at his horny face, his mouth open and eyes full of lust.

You stuck your tongue out so every time it goes up, it hit his tip.

“God, you’re so good for me, princess. You’re getting so good for me.” He breathed, fucking your tits faster, his hips going up and down.

You spat down on his cock again, admiring the love-bite he gave you on your breast. You felt his with his mark.

His breathing was getting deeper by the second. He adored this sight of you, between his thighs, cock between your tits, your saliva mixing with his pre-cum as lube, tongue out like the slut you were.

“You’re so fucking mine.” He moaned, angrily fucking your tits harder.

But he had to stop so he wouldn’t cum on your tits, so he stopped moving his hips and grabbed you to his face to kiss your lips. You could taste yourself on his tongue and he could taste himself on yours.

“Sit on it. Use my cock.” He ordered, hissing as his cock touched your sloppy pussy.

Still leaned in, staring into his eyes, you reached behind you to grab his cock and direct it to your hole. You straightened your back and slowly sat down on his cock; it took you a few moments to adjust.

“Oh fuck, fucked you a hundred times and you’re still as tight.” He smirked before your hips drew circles on him, taking your time on his dick.

His cock filled you, pleasured you, and satisfied you. You began moving forwards and backwards, enjoying the pressure you felt in your clit against his pubic area and lower abdomen.

“You cock fucks me so good, daddy.” You moaned, not stopping for a second.

“It’s yours, babygirl. Fuck, your pussy is so good around my cock.” His hands were guiding your hips as you moved and he couldn’t stop himself from slapping them, so he gained a groan from you.

You leaned on your hands near Harry’s knees and began moving up and down. Your tits were bouncing with every thrust, his hands found their way to them to squeeze. You tried to move faster as much as you could on his cock.

For a second you thought why you didn’t use a condom as much, but then you couldn’t careless when he hit your g-spot.

Your knees began hurting and your pace slowed down a bit. His thumb began drawing circles on your clit as you were using his cock.

“What’s wrong, babygirl? Getting all tired so soon?” He teased, his thumb moving faster on you. Your hips stung a little from all the movement.

“Yes, please!” You whined, trying to fuck yourself on his cock as fast as you could, but it wasn’t enough.

“Please what?” You couldn’t answer, eyes were on where you were connected. “Look at me or I won’t let you cum!” He growled, playing with your pussy lips between his fingers.

“Please, you fuck me, I can’t.” You groaned, pace slowing down even more. You were so sexually frustrated, you needed to be fucked hard and fast.

“Good girl.” He smirked, knowing he won. Again.

He reached and grabbed you by the neck, so your chest was pressed against his, face in his neck.

“Lift your hips up for me, babygirl.” He directed your hips and you obliged.

He moved his hips up and down, in and out of you in the exact pace you were craving for. His balls hit you every time he thrusted into your tight walls. You moaned right next to his ear, biting down on his neck from pleasure. He held you into his arms tightly, loving the touch of your skin against his.

His pace would change from so freaking fast to slow, and that drove you insane. You felt a hand of his wander between you ass cheeks and your waist. You never felt wanted and needed like you felt under his touch.

“You’re mine, understand?” He panted, his cock hitting all the right places.

“Yes!” You groaned, trying not to scream into his ear.

You felt your walls tighten around him, you had an issue telling when you were cumming, but he felt it anyways.

“You want to cum around me, baby? Cum.” He encouraged, holding you tighter, keeping his pace.

“Yes! Fuck me!” You screamed, coming from your high around his cock. Your body shook in his arms and pussy tightening even more around him. That was his cue to pull out.

Once he pulled out, his cum spurted on your pussy, he reached under you to catch his cock and jerk it off.

“UGHHH!” He growled loudly, hitting his cock on your pussy as his white sperm covered your folds.

Panting, you both stayed into each other’s arms. His hot skin against yours gave you the feeling of intimacy you never felt before.

“You’re not leaving, y/n.” He breathed in your ear. You moved your head so you could look into his eyes.

You looked freshly fucked, he was the one that fucked you. HE LOVED IT.

“Don’t let me leave.”

--

Almost a year had passed, and you were only getting closer and closer to Harry. Staying at Harry’s mansion for couple of days every week only drew you together even more, he spent some time at your apartment as well, but he felt more comfortable being all alone with you.

There was this day you were on your laptop while on the phone with Sam. That day you were at your apartment, Jessica was staying at Noah’s place at the time while Harry was taking a shower in your room’s private bathroom. You had one of your cute home outfits, a navy blue silky babydoll.

“I spoke with the landlord, but he demanded way too much so I tried nego-“ Sam kept talking for too long then, you had to stop him.

“Sam, please, just send me the pictures you took of the place. We’ll talk money when we meet.” You huffed, opening whatsapp on your laptop just when Harry got out of the bathroom completely naked, you giggled at his soft dick and just wiggled your eyebrows at him and he gave you a smirk, putting on his boxers.

“Okay, sent them. What do you think?” Sam voice said, you had him on speaker anyways.

You opened Sam’s chat icon and wandered between the pictures he’d sent you while Harry took a seat next to you on the bed, he rested his head on your shoulder to look at the pictures with you.

The place was nice, but there was a lot of work to be done.

“It’s three-story place, right?” You asked Sam, swiping between the pictures.

“Yes, but you need to get there today so you can actually see it.” Sam answered.

“It looks good. With some work, it’ll turn into a nice club.” Harry commented.

“Who’s this?” Sam asked, startled by the deep manly voice he heard out of the blue.

“It’s Harry, I’m dating your boss.” Harry smirked and you only rolled your eyes at him.

“Oh, hi! We never got introduced. I’m Sam, the boss’s right hand and fun friend.”

“Ugh, stop it, please, this conversation is getting awkward.” You covered your face with your hand to hide your shyness.

“How about I meet you both at the place, so you can check it out and I get to meet my boss’s boyfriend.” Sam sounded so excited, but Harry wasn’t your boyfriend yet.

“Oh, actually he’s not-“ You got interrupted by Harry, “Of course! Send her the location and we’ll meet you there at 7, maybe have a drink afterwards?”

“Cool, there’s a nice bar close to the place. See you at 7, love you, y/n, bye.” And he hung up.

“I know he’s gay, but still, the ‘I love you’ annoys me.” Harry commented, getting out of bed.

“You really want to come with me to check the place?” You asked, turning off your laptop.

“Yeah, why not?” He shrugged walking out the bedroom to get a snack.

“Bring me some chips.” You yelled, smiling afterwards. You loved how he was so comfortable around you as you were around him.

“You mean crisps.” He yelled back, walking into the kitchen.

“To you and your damn British words!” You started scrolling on your phone, opening a pdf book to read. Meanwhile, Harry opened the pantry door so he could get some snacks, he made his way back with some chips, Cheetos and juice box. He knew by then that you can’t eat anything without drinking something in the process.

He made his way back to your bedroom to find you laying on the bed, reading something. He laid on the bed next to you, handed you the bad of chips and the juice box. He placed his head on your shoulder to watch whatever you were doing on your phone. He saw the pdf file in a language he didn’t understand.

“What’re you reading?” He asked, opening his bag of Cheetos and taking a handful into his mouth.

“It’s an Arabic book written by an Egyptian writer, Youssef Edris. The book is called ‘A house of flesh’”

“Translate to me.” He kept his eyes on the phone though he didn’t understand a word.

“Okay, but I’m not a translator, plus Arabic is a difficult language.” You warned and he nodded.

You began reading,

“The widow and her three daughters. The house is only one room. And the new silence. And the blind reader who brought silence with him, and with silence he proved to himself that the woman in his bed was always his wife and his ring carrier. Her being childish sometimes, her feeling old sometimes, being soft or rough, thinner or thicker, this was her business, that was the seeing people’s business and their responsibility. Only they have the blessing of certainty, because they are capable of distinguishing. But him, the only thing he could do is doubt. Doubt that couldn’t turn into certainty without the blessing of seeing eyes, and as long as he was deprived of sight, he’d always be deprived of certainty. Because he is the blind, there’s no blame on the blind. Or is there a blame on the blind?”

You kept reading, taking breaks to have a mouthful of chips or a sip from the juice box. And when you were finished, you looked at him and his eyes were on you.

“So the blind guy married the widow, and he had sex with her daughters without knowing that it wasn’t his wife?” He asked, clearly startled by the twisted short story you read him.

“It’s up to you to sort this out. The writer wrote that the blind guy felt his wife get thinner, thicker, childish, old, and so on. So, do you think the blind guy is to blame?”

“Of course! If I were blind and got used to your body and touch, of course I’d know when your body felt different. And how in hell are they having silent sex? That sucks!” You loved that he was discussing the topic of the book with you.

“Some people are silent during sex, Harry. Plus, they couldn’t make a sound so he wouldn’t know that he was screwing his step-daughters, one by one.”

“Ugh, that’s sick.” His face was disgusted.

“You’re right.” You giggled at his disgusted face. “Let’s make dinner before getting ready for meeting Sam?” You asked and he nodded happily with a big wide dorky smile.

“Why so happy?” You asked again, laughing when he jumped out of bed once he heard the word ‘Dinner’.

“You’re cooking, you make the tastiest meals.” He shrugged as you stood on your feet to go to the kitchen with him following you.

“Okay, baby, what do you wanna eat?” You asked getting into the open kitchen.

“Whatever you want, love. I’m open for anything.” He took a seat on the barstool, watching you go over the cabinets and the fridge to check what you had.

“I can make us spaghetti with white sauce. How about that?”

“Sounds great.”

You started boiling the pasta in the water while making the white sauce, and you made Harry help by stirring the sauce while you took the pasta out of the water. You cooked slices of chicken breasts to add on the white sauce. He kept asking why you took every step in the process of cooking, he annoyed you with all his question, but he made up to you by giving a wide smile of happiness and gratitude that you were cooking him a meal.

You mixed your pasta with the sauce, and when everything was done you both took seats on the barstools to eat. Harry was very excited to taste, and dipped into the food as soon as he sat down. His eyes gone wider, “Oh god, that’s very good. It has so many spices, I like you more every time you cook.”

“You are the reason they say that the fastest way to man’s heart is through his stomach.”

“When it’s this good, then yes.” He smiled, eating the food you made.

You ate together, laughing and teasing each other as usual, but you had been dating for about eleven months, so why shouldn't you bring it up?

"Harry, I want to talk to you about something." You started, leaving your food as if you lost your apetite.

"What is it?" Not letting go of the food, he asked.

"How long does it take to put a label to our relationship?" You asked, directly. No way you were going to mutter or stutter.

He looked startled a little, but didn't stop eating and that annoyed you a little.

He thought of the deal he had with Ray, but that you didn't know.

"I like you, but maybe it's too soon?" He avoided eye contact.

"Okay."

That was the only answer you gave. You were enraged? Yes. But there was nothing to do. If he thought it was too soon, then nothing you could do would change that.

On the other hand, Harry had been delaying his part of the deal with Ray for quite a while.

Either he claimed you, or he gave you to Ray on a silver platter.

[lixenn]

ehem. :3

🌻 ⇢ tag someone you appreciate but don't talk to on a regular basis

❄️ ⇢ what's your dream theme/plot for a fic, and who would write it best?

🍦 ⇢ name three good things about a character you hate (this isn't in the game if u don't hate any then like, one u don't care about?)

🌸 ⇢ do you have any pets? if you do, post some pictures of them

Good day my friend!! (or evening, morning, afternoon and night, Idk shit about timezones)

🌻 ⇢ tag someone you appreciate but don't talk to on a regular basis

Is this question limited to tumblr users only? If so than I guess @cdelphiki because her batman stories are amazing, she's such a great writer and while I'm in her discord server I mostly lurk nowadays so we don't really talk much.

If not than my one irl friend who's also into watching anime, because we don't text much but he always has my back if i need to fangirl about crazy anime bullshit.

❄️ ⇢ what's your dream theme/plot for a fic, and who would write it best?

Damn that's kinda difficult ... I guess slow burn? (does this fit the category of dream theme Idk??) Something about the snail speed relationship developement is very compelling to me and as for who would write it best... @blackkatmagic because her romance game is just fucking god tier! Like 100/10 read her stuff right now if your into Star Wars, Naruto or Batman (a few example fandoms).

🍦 ⇢ name three good things about a character you hate (this isn't in the game if u don't hate any then like, one u don't care about?)

Hmmm... I guess I don't really care that much about Lambo like at least the canon 5 year old version of him, see here three good things about him:

His hammerspace hair convenient as fuck and the idea of it is hilarious

His 25 year old self's character design is amazing, I love the braids (I'm such a sucker for braid hairstyles it's embarrising)

He's one resilient little bugger that's for sure.

🌸 ⇢ do you have any pets? if you do, post some pictures of them

No pets, I have three tiny houseplants in my dorm though

[angelswing236]

"I'm not giving up."

Fictober 24 challenge

Fandom: Downton Abbey

Fanfiction

When Henry came back into the drawing room, the dejected slump of his shoulders told Tom all he needed to know. He walked over to him, offering the whisky glass he’d abandoned when he darted off in hot pursuit of Mary.

‘It didn’t go well, then?’ he enquired, gently.

Henry gave a bitter laugh. ‘You could say that.’

‘What happened?’

‘She accused me of calling her a grubby little gold-digger.’

Tom’s eyes widened. ‘You didn’t, did you?’

‘Of course, I didn’t, but apparently, that's what she heard.’

‘What did you say to make her think that?’

‘I said that to decide not to marry a man because of his lack of wealth is as bad as marrying a man for his money.’

Tom winced, shaking his head, blowing out a sigh. ‘Yes, that was entirely the wrong thing to say to her.’

‘Well, I know that now.’

‘What else did you say?’

‘I told her we’re very much in love but for some reason, she’s fighting it.’

Tom winced again.

‘What? What did I say wrong there?’ Henry snapped, frustrated by his friend’s reaction on top of his failure with Mary.

‘You don’t tell a woman like Mary what she feels or what she thinks. She doesn't react well to that, especially coming from a man.’

Henry heaved an irritated sigh. ‘Perhaps I should have sent you to talk to her instead. It seems you are more in tune with her than I am.’

Tom snorted. ‘She wouldn’t have listened to me either.’

‘Are you sure about that? She seems to listen to you about most other things.’

‘I’m in her bad books.’

‘Because of me?’

‘Yes.’

Henry eyed Tom speculatively. ‘What has she said to you about me?’

Tom chewed his lip, looking uncomfortable. ‘Um…’

‘Come on, Tom. Be honest with me. If I’m wasting my time, just tell me.’

‘Well, she’s… she does have some reservations. I think I can say with confidence that it’s not your position or wealth that gives her pause, though.’

‘Then what is it?’

‘It’s your profession. You know Matthew died in a car crash, don’t you?’

Henry nodded.

‘His death ripped her apart. She hates cars. It took me months to coax her into one again after he died. Even now, she rarely goes further than the railway station in a car. The thought of you pelting about in one, especially at the speeds you do, well, it scares her, Henry. I think it’s as simple as that.’

Henry dropped his gaze to his glass, swirling the amber liquid pensively around before taking a large swallow.

‘She can’t go through it again. She barely got through it last time. The thought of being a widow again terrifies her,’ Tom said, pressing home his point, memories of those dark days filling his mind. 'You must understand that.'

There was silence for a moment before Henry spoke. ‘Then maybe we’re not meant to be.’

‘Really?’ Tom said, surprised. ‘Not ten minutes ago, you said, “I’m not giving up” and went haring off after her. Now you’re saying you’re not meant to be? What’s changed?’

‘What you’ve just told me. I love her, I do, but I love racing, too. I can’t give it up.’

‘Not even for her?’ Tom asked, taken aback.

‘Not for anyone. It’s part of me. Part of who I am.’

‘But you won’t be able to race forever,’ Tom pointed out. ‘What if you looked into doing something else with motor cars besides racing?’

‘Like what? Fixing them? Selling them?’

‘Why not?’

‘Because where’s the thrill? Where’s the excitement? Where’s the buzz?’

‘But…’

‘But what?’

‘What about Mary?’

Henry shrugged. ‘I’m sure I can find another woman who’s less squeamish about what I do.’

Tom stared at him, thinking how he would have given up anything for Sybil, but Henry wouldn’t contemplate giving up his finite racing career for Mary. Perhaps they were better off apart.

‘Don’t look at me like that, old man. She’s as good as told me to bugger off and never darken her door again. I’ll leave in the morning. First thing.’

‘It might be for the best.’

‘It is.’

Tom nodded, disappointed in his friend.

[jinxthejubilee]

Hey there!! I’m come here as soon as i saw that you write nd draw for Villain recruiters bc there is not enough writes of the babies,,so, i remember seeing on a post (don’t really remember if it was yours or if it was other person) a headcanon that said “Malfie has a soft spot for children” and that make me think about how would the other recruiters be with children (platonic ofc), could you write some headcanons abt it? Whatever makes you feel comfortable!

First of all, thank you so much! I'm also glad that you've enjoyed my work so far! Second, I'm not quite sure if I headcanoned that or not, BUT! It sounds too cute to not write about.

So, in honor of your ask, let's get into the cuteness!

The Villain Recruiters with Children

Apple Poison 🍎

Before his inevitable character development, Apple kept his distance from children whilst on the job.

He didn't hate children, but his aloof nature definitely gave an ominous vibe towards guests. Though his politeness and bluntness were, somehow, what drove kids to Apple.

As his icy exterior melts away, Apple begins to indulge in the children's games, silly requests, or just them asking for company.

This was made possible thanks to his crazy, vibrant coworkers who became a family. Especially Pretty Scar, who, in all her annoyance, helped train Apple to adjust to children's behavior. He's dealt with the hyena girl's shenanigans on a regular basis, dealing with normal children is a cakewalk compared to her.

Jack Heart ❤️

Oh, Jack loves these little buggers!

Entertaining the kids during the stage shows is the highlight of his day. The laughter, the cheers, the excitement! It practically fuels him with joy and the strength to keep performing.

Jack adores children! He'll play tricks and pranks to make them laugh. He doesn't mind babies either! If they start crying, he'll make goofy faces or dance to help them smile again.

Just a warning, though, chaos always follows Jack wherever he goes, being from Wonderland and all, so if he somehow ends up babysitting, know that your house will end up burning down.

Malfi (Malfie) 🪞

Malfi's not super into kids, but he enjoys their company more than Apple.

He's more than willing to show himself in all of his handsome glory off anytime for them, but he's not used to all of affection they tend to give him. They ruin his hair!

He does have a soft spot for them, though. They may ruffle his feathers from time to time, but he can't bring himself to dislike them at all.

Malfi had a difficult childhood, on account of his parents following nature's guidelines in throwing him out of the nest because they deemed him as "weak." He never had anyone to look up to, other than Maleficent, and his days before her were quite lonely.

Beauty and childhood innocence are sacred to Malfi, so if he can brighten up a kids' day with his gorgeous self, whatever happens is worth it.

Eight Foot Joe 🐙

Joe's not the biggest fan of kids, nor does he have the energy to deal with them.

Before he became more socialible, he would do everything he possibly could to get away from the kids.

If someone, particularly a little girl, is wearing an Ariel costume, Joe will scream at them to try and get them to go away. It's not the kid's fault, he just has trauma surrounding the royal family and Ursula back at home.

Eventually, Joe will realize that making a decent impression on the public is part of his job, so he'll get used to it. Again, he's very socially awkward, so interacting with anyone, let alone children, will take some getting used to.

That "I have no idea what to do" phase will fade soon enough. He'll accept children in a very "tired uncle" way.

Mr. Dalmatia 🐾

Dalma is surprisingly good with kids despite his slight prissiness.

Dalmatians themselves are a very energetic and active breed, so most kids enjoy having the dog recruiter around.

He may get scolded for running around like a dog in his human form, but no one can or really cares to stop him. By playing with the kids, he's technically still doing his job, so why bother?

On some days he will be more irritated than usual, like if the babies are too loud, his coat gets ruined, or is just having an off day, but other than that, bring them over!

Pretty Scar (Mzuri) ✨️

Children are adorable, and so is Mzuri, so of course, she loves kids to pieces!

Being a hyena and all, she's used to interacting with dozens of kids at the same time. Playtime is funtime, so long as her hair, dress, or makeup don't get ruined.

While her colleagues might find her obnoxious, she finds solace in the fact that the kids like her, so that's more than enough!

Ms. Hades 🔥

As the designated mom of the group, Ms. Hades is quite the expert at dealing with children responsibly.

She may not understand everything, given that she's spent all of her immortal life in the Underworld and heard all kinds of stories about betrayal, family murder, and massive family drama from Olympus, but upon realizing that their world is massively different than hers, she understands soon enough.

Sometimes, she'll spot children and their parents having fun and doing family things, and eventually, she gets a better understanding of human life and culture.

She becomes more friendly and hospitable towards the kids, and while she's still fairly strict with rough housing, she won't get too heated over it.

Veil 🔔

Veil was once incredibly uncomfortable towards children while she was still in France. Her childhood was full of abuse and neglect, and she found refuge in the church with the infamous Claude Frollo. All of this put together made her socially inept outside of her normal duties.

Despite that, however, working with the recruiters and talking to staff and customers has improved her social skills. She's even found that children are far easier to talk to once she grew to understand them.

Her singing voice often puts fussy babies or rambunctious youngsters to sleep, much to the parent's delight. The praise she earns for it sends her over the moon with joy.

Lady Hock (Hook) 🪝

Ah, the suave and adventurous pirate lady! A lover of the seas and of boisterous little tykes!

Similarly to Malfi, Hock wishes to protect the innocence and wonder of children. As such, she will grant the desires of any child who asks of her, whether their requests be sword fighting on the roof or singing sea shanties on stage.

Faja (Farja) 🌹

As much as Faja likes kids and their enjoyment of her magic tricks, she's still the hothead of the group. Patience is most definitely not her virtue.

Babies crying can get on her nerves real fast, and she doesn't have Ms. Hades' calm and collected nature, or Jack's funnyman persona, to help her out. But since she's around kids a lot (again, this is Disneyland), she gets more used to it. It still annoys her, though.

Faja will make the kids laugh, unintentionally, when her spells backfire, and she'll either be furious with them seemingly making fun of her for it, or she'll droop down like her flower in defeat.

But! If the spell, by some miracle, actually works and the kids applaud or demand an encore, Faja will be more than happy to oblige.

She may be more of a"spunky aunt" type than a "mom" type, but that doesn't mean she won't get all sappy when the kids say that they love or that she's their favorite out of all the recruiters. She'll just start bawling.

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actually, never mind, I'm gonna post the uriel rambling now. uh. tw for mentions of child abuse.

uriel clements my favourite little guy of all time ever. i rewatched the beach episode today and OUGH. tiny little freak who was made in a lab to be annoying and has been treated So Badly all of the time by everyone. he's like if jean-paul was fourteen and LARPed as a CEO. i want to give him a hug.

like it's inherently very fucking funny to imagine this little eidetic memory motherfucker following you around popping his head up around rocks and suchlike like a jack-in-the-box but the beach episode is a comedic take on the characters' authentic personalities. their traits are exaggerated for comedy. beach episode is distilled characterisation! this is the same stealth-factor that made him come off as creepy in canon. and with the later implications that uriel was physically abused this becomes also very fucking sad. guy who melts into the background when you look at him because it's not safe for him to stand out. guy who decides to express "I like you" by [stalks you] and "I want an ice cream" by [stares at you], in light of Isaac's fucking attitude (spoilers but he Really Does Not Care what his kids want), becomes guy who doesn't express anything he wants because he has learnt that no one cares. my god. and on the 'shitawful social skills' and 'very good at quickly becoming unobtrusive' front, i mean. there's Also the fact that he is used as a tape recorder by his dad. more notably he is used as a bug. little guy who is constantly inserted into situations where his very presence and purpose are Infuriating to Everyone because he is Fucking Spying On Them so he's just accustomed to everyone hating him. made in a lab to be annoying (;-;).

just. idk. i think there's something particularly insidious about casting your child in a role (tool of corporate espionage) that will inevitably draw hostility and make everyone view him as "that little bugger" and an obstacle to be eliminated. i think that's a devastatingly effective manner to make sure no one recognises him for what he is: a kid in an abusive situation. they're so busy pre-emptively countering Uriel the Spy that no one thinks "hold up, that's a 14 year old and this family dynamic is FUCKED". it's vaguely similar to how heartbreaker from worm uses his kids as tools of violence, though that's much more extreme.

and now thinkigm about how eve in canon was the one to go "hold up, that's a 14 year old in need of medical assistance" and reach out to him. and. OUGH... eve... ;-; <3 i love you eve i would also follow you around for 3 hours <3

and this already shows! thinking about how beach episode uriel tagged along after eve so much and eventually gave her his number because 'she seemed friendly' and thinking about distilled characterisation and thinking about how uriel Still pissed eve off So Much but she humoured him the way an average adult would an average child, because she's a nice person, and FUCK. little guy for whom being treated like a kid instead of a corporate weapon is so revolutionarily kind that he is Never Ever Gonna Let This Person Go because they're clearly one in a million. I'll have to rewatch the main canon, but I do wonder whether any of Uriel's fascination with Eve was just liking for someone who showed him kindness in accordance with nurse bot procedures. This could tie in to the "no one cares what he wants" thing; guy who digs up blackmail on you to force you into being nice to him and/or help him out of a shit situation because it doesn't even cross his mind that you'd do so without being forced. [Cough.] Kenzie Martin energy. I so badly want to make them go panopticon vs panopticon.

I think beach episode exposes a very real loneliness in Uriel. And a very real desire to be helpful. Which now has me wondering how much of that was biologically hard-coded into him to make him more obedient...

anyways. yeag. fascinating little guy. [sobbing]

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Part 1 of ?! Gregory C And The Food Expediancy

Slimy wriggling little bugger, that's what the folks up there would call me surely, Gregory thought.

As the–quite aptly described—slimy wriggling little bugger, slinked through the S.I.T steam tunnels.

I'm safe here, he thought, no one came down here anyway, no one would be around to look at me.

The wet eyed fellow was indeed a sight to behold, teeth like broken glass and a pockmarked face.

Though none of which would be of concern to any passersby, Gregory's face hidden primarily by leagues of dripping hair, like seaweed on his head.

His unfortunate complexion further under mystery by the trenchcoat and gloves he'd bummed out of the trash, no one could know, they would hate him

There was no more certain a thing than that, if anyone knew what he was, he would be shunned.

An outcast among outcasts thrown in the fryer.

Taking a moment to regroup his wandering train of thought, Gregory reminded himself of his mission.

Buy the food, don't draw attention, get out, the less than smooth to say mantra kept him calm

Somewhat at least, his nerves were still on high alert, scoping out for predators between the kelp.

Gah, between the grass, this was land, no ocean talk Gregory, he scolded himself in a harsh tone.

If he wanted to fit in he'd have to nix all of that fishy lingo, this world was harsh to outsiders.

He knew that for a fact, having nearly never interacted with a human, their eyes seemed to gouge chunks from his flesh with a hooked stare.

Gregory never wanted anyone to look at his body ever again, he sometimes liked to imagine he was simply a floating head, gliding across the earth.

The idea of someone, looking, seeing, or even.. touching him, it made his scaly flesh prickle Iridly.

Everywhere he felt the hands, imprinted on his skin like a tattoo, no matter how hard he scrubbed there they laid, as if they'd been branded onto him.

He hated to think about, them, the men, strong hands and scary words, that was why I must remain here, thought Gregory, safe from them.

This spiral of despair was shockingly interrupted by a high pitched *SQUEAK* right beside him.

It seemed a mouse had made its home here in these halls just as Gregory, he envied the squeaker

Small enough to go unnoticed, skilled enough to carve out its own living, this rodent held a score in a power of ten above Gregory's

The mouse however, didn't hear his thoughts, as one can expect, and likely wouldn't have gotten it if it could, it simply squeaked again.

Pointing right towards its stomach in an animated fashion, "you, want cheese..?" The fish boy asked, croaking with unused vocal cords readjusting to speech, it wasn't often he spoke aloud.

Instead of suddenly being able to speak perfect English, it just continued pointedly gesturing.

Gregory sighed, the exhale making his gills flutter and squelch wetly, another gross difference.

Not having any cheese, he wished he could explain that to his new little friend, "I'm sorry.. I don't.."

This equally hungry fellow reminded Gregory of his original goal, that's right, go to the resturant.

Sorry, he thought, striding beloft the rat, leaving it looking mildly dejected to go back into the wall.

Gregory took care to avoid the scattered rocks and loose nails across the floor, certainly a downside of this area being so semi permanently deserted..

The halls of these steam tunnels were littered with old rusted doors, most of them being locked.

He walked past several, bellowing the hum of large machinery or hushed words between people.

A door to the freezer, whirring audible blizzards, and in contrast the low fwoom of a boiler hissed.

A padlocked door, said lock rattling in an alarming manner, the growls of some awful beast behest it.

A door with the label scratched off, hearing loud, strange zaps, and mechanical raggling, he swiftly moved past, finally reaching his desired entrance.

Mentally readying himself, stood before the door with an unhelpful skull and crossbones stenciled across the top, nearly intimidating him to leave.

But no, this was where he'd get what would likely be his only meal that day, his stomach growled.

A low and rumbling refrain against his own fears.

Part 1 of END, Part 2 Coming Soon, The Fishy Adventures Of Gregory Chisholm Will Continue!