#might be a liiiittle obsessed

[destinationtrekk]

domestic wesker headcanons (afab!reader)

a/n: i’m obsessed with the idea of him being vulnerable and finally trusting someone. I also did not mean for this to be so long LOL I might do a part two without smut nsfw below the cut, 18+ only

afab!reader, descriptions of choking, breeding, penetration, dacryphilia, finishing inside, probably more i’m missing, not beta read

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After the whole ‘Spencer/Wesker Project debacle’ (as you had dubbed it in your head) ended, Albert opened up to you a lot….like surprisingly a lot.

you had noticed a lot on your own too though. the first being that he was a smoker

you could smell it faintly on his coat after a long day at the labs, and on his breath when he woke you to kiss you goodbye in the early mornings

you finally brought it up one day, casually asking if you should pick up a pack for him on the way back from running errands

you’ll never forget the way his face lit up red and how he sputtered like a fish out of water

he ignored you for a few hours, and then finally asked if it bothered you, avoiding your gaze

you laughed and told him you didn’t really mind, and over time you found out more

he was a chain smoker at the peak of Umbrella, right before they had perfected the T-virus (it was the ‘80s after all) but he had stopped when he joined the Army.

Then while he was in S.T.A.R.S. the stress of being a double, then triple agent got to him. He didn’t smoke nearly as much, but he couldn’t help a cig or two after a hard day

something else you’ve noticed is that he’s a perfect driver. You don’t think he even speeds, or rolls through stop signs when he’s in a hurry.

You think those are perfectly normal things, but he is very adamant that you should not be reckless in his nice cars, which, okay yeah

but he explains that he was mainly escorted during his Umbrella days, rarely having time or need to go somewhere alone until the end of it all

then he had been reprimanded for cruising a liiiittle too much in his S.T.A.R.S. cruiser, and that had been that

you do appreciate his driving when he’s taking you home after you’ve had too many drinks though

nsfw:

despite everyone thinking he’s a sadistic machine, I think he is very much the opposite

growing up women were the last thing on his scientific mind, and then he was much too busy for anything other than a one night stand every other now and then

now though, he comes home so tired he can barely keep his eyes open

It’s not like you two never sleep together. Quite the opposite in fact. Albert is a very generous lover, going as many rounds as you ask until he’s either too tired or you’re spent.

he’s got amazing stamina, even when he’s mentally drained. he prefers to take his time with you, making you finish at least once before he even touches himself

looooves to just grind against your pussy and get himself slick with your juices before he thrusts inside, adores the way his cockhead catches on your clit and how you twitch and gasp beneath him

he also loves to push in as slow as he can, making you feel every inch of him stretching your hole

this man whimpers! he moans and whines and pants in your ear like he’s been starved of touch and it turns you on just as much as his calloused hands do.

he doesn’t actually talk all that much, except to encourage you with that’s it, fuck, I’m close, let go, honey, or he’ll ask what you want him to do - unless he’s feeling fuck nasty (love that phrase)

sometimes he just needs a release, to expel all the pent up frustration, and you’re the perfect solution

he won’t even say hello when he gets home, just finds you and paws at your body like an animal until you tell him yes or no

if you say no, he respects you. completely, one hundred percent. you’re the most important thing in his life, and it’s not even enjoyable to him if you aren’t eager and willing

if you say yes though, he will be all over you. Clothes are flying off and somehow you’ve made it across the house into bed without his mouth leaving your lips and skin

he loves to take you face down when he’s like this, your ass in the air so he can lean over you and pin you down with his weight, groaning and panting in your ear while he fucks you so hard you can barely even make a sound

even when he’s tearing apart your insides, he still likes to intertwine your fingers where you’re gripping the sheets. he just covers it up as needing to hold you still

this is when he really talks, he actually won’t shut up, not that you’re complaining. he’s telling you how tight you are, how you squeeze him like a vice and he can barely pull out. the slick sounds of your hole are driving him crazy, he can’t wait to see your pretty tears when you cum around him, love your sweet wet little hole, pet

sometimes he likes to be rough, pulling your hair, wrapping his long thick fingers around your throat to tug you up into a sloppy kiss, gripping your hips and waist in a bruising hold, so tight you can’t even meet his pounding thrusts

always asks to finish inside you. he’s not really into breeding all that much, he’s just obsessed with the way his cum leaks out of your hole and how it leaves his cock sticky and shiny when he pulls out

surprisingly good at aftercare, cleans you up and holds you until you decide to get up or eventually just fall asleep on top of him. he secretly loves this part just as much as the sex, but he won’t admit it

but that’s a whole other post

[sserrafeim]

You changed you pfp and I'm still used to the old one and everytime I see it I'm like:

Who're you?

Then I see your username lol

😭 this is sserrafeim new era (I’ve been ridiculously obsessed with the grishaverse and it might have influenced me a liiiittle)

[mewharley]

I think I might be a liiiittle obsessed with the music from Trolls 3..

it´s *really good*!

Can´t stop listening to "Let´s get married", "Brozone´s back", "Mount Rageous" and "Vacay Island"! I love them!

and I´m starting to like more "It takes two" and "Better Place" (both versions)

and just how ??

who´s in charge of Trolls movies music? sounds so good!!! such great mixes/medleys

even with music I usually don´t listen to!

[marley-manson]

For the character ask meme: Casca (as I'm typing this I realize that I might be baiting you to swing at a hornets nest but..... well, up to you lol), and Herbert West!

lmao I love trying to answer these kinds of memes for the challenging characters, so ty! 💖

Casca

Something I like: I was gonna say how badass she is, and I do love that when we get to see it shine, but the narrative undermines it so often by forcing her into the damsel in distress role. So instead I'm saying how pettily violent she can be lol. Like when she punches Guts in his stab wound after he wakes up in chapter 13, or when she full on attacks him, fighting to kill, and stabs him when he returns, or throws a knife at him in the cave. It doesn't generally feel framed as like, cutesy tsundere violence because she's a girl and couldn't really hurt Guts either, it feels like she's a dangerous warrior on a hair trigger because she never learned to deal with her emotions effectively, because she's just as fucked up as everyone else in this story. And I'm into that.

Maybe I'm reading a liiiittle more into it than intended lol, but w/e, I'll take it. And I'd love to see that trait of hers crop up again at some point, as futile as that wish seems right now.

Something I dislike: Frankly the actual hardest part of answering this question is trying to narrow it down to one thing lol. But eliminating all the many, many things I can blame more on the narrative's treatment of her than on Casca as a character watsonianly, then I guess I'd have to say the way she's motivated by love for Griffith, then Guts, and nothing else at all, according to her own stupid suicide speech.

Granted there are ways I can argue this is deeper and more interesting than it's likely intended to be - basically falling for men who save her as an ingrained trauma response - but even if that is intentional, it still sucks that that's the token woman's response to trauma. Griffith gets building an empire, Guts gets killing monsters, Casca gets falling in love with assholes. Boo.

(There's also the way she shows a "soft" (and more traditionally feminine 🙄) side when she starts falling for Guts... tough call which aspect of her stupid romantic plotline sucks more lol.)

Herbert West

Something I like: One of my favourite things in fiction is a person with two obsessions: something fucked up, and someone they're in gay love with. Herbert West's two obsessions are resurrecting corpses and Dan, and that is a slam dunk of a character. Especially how ridiculously obsessed he is with resurrecting corpses. Will it get him thrown out of med school? Resurrected. Will they immediately try to kill him? Resurrected. Did he just resurrect it and then have to kill it again to save his own life? Resurrected. Glorious. I love a man who can't make a good decision to save his life.

Something I dislike: Now this is hard. Honestly even his misogyny is entertaining lmao. I don't think there's a single thing he did in the first two movies that did not contribute to the entertainment value I got from watching them.

So, I haven't seen it, but I'm still gonna say the fact that Dan isn't in the third movie and it sounds like he's no longer super obsessed with him.

Send me a character and I’ll tell you something I like about them, as well as something I dislike about them

[beardedjoel]

hi julie - love your writing! i've only read one shots so far and i'm working my way through smother (which i'm SO obsessed with). super excited to dive into closer too! even in the one shots, you do such a great job at world building. your characters are so complex and i just wanna spend all my free time with them through these stories. thank you so much for sharing all of this with us <3 i have one quick (maybe annoying, weird - so sorry in advance) question, which is part of why i'm writing this on anon bc i'm afraid to out myself on my public blog (i suck). initially i only read javi stories - it was what sucked me into the fandom at first - but i've been reading a lot of joel stuff lately. i'm 22, (clearly haha) intrigued by dd/lg stuff and think it is annoying when people are narc-y about consenting people exploring kinks irl but ESP in fictional stories. i find joel and blossom's dynamic so hot and also so sweet and i was wondering if you've put any thought (like as a writer of stories and smut) into what it is about these dynamics that is compelling. obviously no worries at all if the answer is like, you don't really think too much about that or whatever. BUT figured i would ask because smother has me in a chokehold!

hi friend! what you said seriously made my day 🥺 what an amazing compliment about my world building! so thank you for reading my works!!

all my yapping to answer this under the cut

i think i’ll speak from my own personal experiences/thoughts and what drew me to writing for a ddlg couple. i would guess a lot of it is similar for many people who like the dynamic because what draws me in is inherently built into the dynamic! but for me it’s all about the care from being on the receiving end of a daddy dom’s behavior. like just feeling taken care of emotionally, physically, sexually, all of it sounds so appealing to me. something about being able to sort of turn off and let someone baby you and guide you just does it for me! also i’m just a fan of dom/sub dynamics in general so that’s definitely a big part of it too. and on top of all of that, i like older men which does lend well to a ddlg dynamic.

it’s one of those things that like it is hot and sweet and that’s just how i feel about it right alongside you! they care very deeply about each other in smother, and seeing someone who wants to care and protect and assume that fatherly role, and someone who just wants to have that and be guided, likes playing the role of someone to take care of, it was a no brainer for writing it into that fic!

oh and of course….. i have daddy issues so.. that might have a liiiittle something to do with all of this 😌

[the-headless-horsedude]

i might be a liiiittle obsessed with drawing her in outfits

[peakyltd]

I swear this man is freaking me out in the worst possible way 😳

Pushing all her, and even his, family away so she has no one to come back to is so disgusting. I don’t know what he has planned eventually but I’m honestly pretty scared for her.

Him wanting to get lamb served is such a twisted thing, he just wants to show her that he’s in control and she needs to what he wants. Even if it’s eating something she doesn’t like. Then he finally has her at a weak point where he’s acting all sweet, it must be so confusing for her.

When she went out for a walk and got lost, I didn’t expect he would follow her. I mean, I know I should have but I thought he was too annoyed by what happened at the house. I must admit I might forgotten a liiiittle bit at that moment that we’re still talking about dark!tommy here. My mistake 😅🤭 Just that cocky smile of his already freaks me out and his sudden switch from, “lets go home” to “see if i care.” was written very good!

Polly’s ‘sudden’ early visit broke my heart. Polly doesn’t know a thing about her nephew being completely crazy, i’m afraid she wouldn’t believe it either. Even if (Y/N) told her that. My heart broke for her when Polly left 😩

Where i got the most creeps was definitely the end! Oh my god. The way he’s obsessing over her when she’s sleeping 😰 She should run but I know she doesn’t come far if she tries.

I saw a little sneak peek for your next chapter in the wip monday posts and let me tell you, I’m thrilled! It was already so threatening, keeping in mind he probably has something planned. Can’t wait to read it! 🤩

PREVIOUS PART

Killing Me Softly (PART THREE/ DARK!TOMMY)

Summary: You and Tommy have barely said a word to eachother since your wedding night, the tension building, Tommy's facade finally drops.

Warnings: Language, angst, psychological mind games, manipulative behaviour, controlling behaviour, Dark!Tommy (this is a dark fic, please reading the warnings before continuing)

"Where's my wife?" Tommy asked looking up from his newspaper as he sat at the end of the large dining table, a cigarette in his mouth.

"She's still in bed Sir, she said she's not hungry" Frances answered nervously clutching onto her apron. It had been almost two weeks since your wedding day and the tension was palpable. You and Tommy had barely said another word to eachother since your wedding night, sleeping in separate rooms you had been avoiding him at all costs. You hadn't left the house in five days, and even when you did it was only to venture out onto the grounds of the property, one of Tommy's henchmen always a few feet behind you. You had neither seen nor heard from your mother, friends or Tommy's family since your arrival at Arrow House, everyone giving the happy newlyweds space, that's what he said. The truth was, Tommy was keeping them from you, keeping you from telling them how miserable you truly felt. Folding the newspaper in half Tommy threw it onto the table In front of him, his chair scrapping across the wooden floors beneath him as he stood up.

" Tell her I expect to see her sitting there at that table, at noon, for when I come back" he said sternly as he walked towards the entrance.

" Yes Sir" Frances nodded as she closed the dinning room door.

"Oh and Frances" he stopped as he got to the door. "Tell the chef to make lamb" He smirked as he looked up at the large wooden stairs in the foyer.

" Yes Mr Shelby" she dutifully answered as she watched Tommy walk out the front door.

Laying in bed you flinched as you heard the door of his car slam shut. He was gone, breathing a sigh of relief you sat up looking over to his side of the bed, this was not how you thought your first two weeks of being a married woman would be, even for an arranged marriage.

Deciding not to lay in bed all day and worry about your already fragile marriage, you got up putting your light pink silk dressing gown on, one you could only imagine Tommy had picked out for you, like everything else he had chosen on your behalf. Walking down the large wooden staircase you was met with Frances waiting for you at the bottom of the stairs.

" He's gone then?"

" Yes Mam" she answered with concerned eyes.

" Did he say anything?" you questioned as your fingers picked at the wooden banister.

" He said he would like to see you at lunch Mam"

"I doubt he said it as nice as you" you smiled as you placed a hand on her arm." Thank you, Frances" you added as you walked off into the kitchen in search of something to eat.

"Mrs Shelby please, let me get you something" she called out.

" It's ok Frances I don't mind " you replied, still not used to being waited on.

Sitting by the window in the study, a book on your lap, you looked out at the gardens In front of you, Tommy's horses galloping in the fields behind them. How had things gotten so bad so quickly? You pondered as you spun your wedding ring around your finger over and over again. Tommy was a man who always got what he wanted, never to be talked back to, never to be refused, and when you did just that on your wedding night he had clearly not taken it very well. Was it all your fault though? You questioned yourself, doubting every conversation and action you had done and had over the past two weeks. You just wanted to get to know him again, did he not want that too?

"Mam, it's Miss Polly Gray on the phone, should I tell her to call you back another time?" Frances asked as she opened the door to the study.

" No no, it's fine, I'll take it, thank you Frances" you said getting up, placing the book down on the chair you was sitting on. Hurrying to the phone you quickly picked up the receiver placing it to your ear.

" Polly?"

" Y/N, how are you love? We haven't seen you in a while"

" I'm so happy to hear your voice Polly" you replied, your emotions threatening to be made known at any moment.

" Enjoying newlywed bliss?" she chuckled over the phone, completely unaware of the current state of things.

" Something like that" you sighed with a small laugh as you played with the cord of the phone.

" What's wrong Y/N ?" nothing could get past Polly, she always knew.

" Me and Tommy, well ...things have not been going that great" you replied in a shaky voice, your eyes starting to fill with tears.

" Oh love... right I'm coming over, this afternoon at four, I will have my driver bring me" Polly replied, concern In her voice, knowing too well how Tommy could get.

" Ok" you said as you sniffed back your tears.

" I'll see you in a few hours, don't worry we'll sort it all out.

" Ok, bye Polly" you said as you put the phone down. Was this a good idea? What would Tommy think of you talking about your marriage to someone else. But Polly could help, she was his Aunt after all, family, someone Tommy knew.

Looking up at the large clock in the foyer you noticed it was nearly noon, Tommy would be back any minute. Hurrying back upstairs you quickly shut the bedroom door, hoping to avoid him once again.

" Mr Shelby" Frances greeted Tommy at the door.

" My wife?" he asked as he handed her his suit jacket.

"She's upstairs Sir" she replied nervously as Tommy cocked an eyebrow in surprise.

" Did you not tell her that i expected to see her in the dining room?" He asked, his voice getting irritated with each second that passed.

" Yes Sir, she's very tired, I think she needs rest" Frances said trying to excuse you from his anger.

" Tired" he scoffed as he started marching up the stairs to your shared room. "I'm fucking tired, tired of this shit" he said under his breath, his steps echoing through the house as he walked up the stairs. "Seems my dear wife needs a helping hand getting of bed Frances!" he called out angrily as Frances hurried off, not wanting to get in the middle of a marital dispute.

"Y/N!" he bellowed as he got to the top of the stairs, throwing the bedroom door open.

" Tommy..." you replied in surprise as you sat up, eyes widening as you watched him storm over to your side of the bed.

" Been laying in bed all fucking morning eh?" he asked as he pulled the sheets away from you, scoffing when you closed your dressing gown tightly around your body.

"Why are you not downstairs in the dinning room, like I asked, hm?" he demanded to know, grabbing you by the hand as he pulled you out the bed.

" I'm not a child Tommy, you don't get to talk to me like that" you answered, irritation in your voice as you pulled his hand off you. Tommy was right behind you as you marched down the stairs to the dining room, you swore you could feel his eyes piercing into the back of your head, your stubbornness only angering him more. Once again you had disobeyed him, and this time he was going to make sure you knew it. Spinning you around, Tommy pulled you flush against his body, his arm hooked around the bottom of your back.

" Stop fucking acting like a child, and I'll stop treating you like one, ok sweetheart?" he said quietly into your ear, his breath hot against your skin, his words laced with anger as his hand traveled slowly up your back grabbing a handful of your dressing gown. Firmly holding onto your robe, Tommy spun you back around in one quick motion, pushing you down onto the dining table chair.

" Good" he said, hitching his suit trousers up as he sat down next to you, satisfied you hadn't talked back. What would be the point in arguing with him, your words would only go unheard, Tommy always had to be right. You decided not to say anything, instead you pinned all your hopes on Polly's visit, praying she could get through to her nephew and help your already rocky marriage. Lighting a cigarette, Tommy watched you as he inhaled the tobacco. He had you just the way he wanted, eyes cast down, submissive, subservient, the perfect little wife.

A knock on the dinning room door had you both looking up as Frances wheeled two plates of food in. As she made her way around the dining table you noticed almost instantly what had been prepared, your eyes darting to Tommy you watched the smirk form on his lips as he flicked the ash of his cigarette into a glass dish.

" Is there a problem?" he asked, a devilish darkness overtaking his eyes as he watched you look down at the plate of food now in front of you.

"I can get you something else Mrs Shelby?" Frances asked as she looked between you and Tommy.

" No it's fine, thank you" you answered as you breathed in the gamy smell of the lamb, your stomach already turning at its odor. His pettiness was blatant, you knew exactly what he was doing, it was childish, immature, and you refused to play along.

"Eat" he said as he nodded to the plate of food In front of you. Picking up your knife and fork, you cut a small piece of lamb, raising it to your lips as Tommy watched you intently. Placing it in your mouth, you looked over to him as the smugness spread across his face, he was enjoying this, enjoying his cruelness play out.

" You invited Polly to come today?" he asked as he took a sip of whiskey. Nodding, you slowly chewed on the piece of meat, swallowing harshly as Tommy watched your throat bob up and down as the food made its way down.

" Next time you invite someone, you ask me first"

" Tommy this is my home too, I don't have to inform you of everything I do" you replied, dropping your fork onto the plate, unable to eat anymore, your frustration mounting with him.

" But you do love" he said as he grabbed your chin turning you to face him. " You're my wife, so you'll do as I say. Now eat" he said picking your fork back up.

" I can't Tommy, I don't feel good " you answered. Was it the taste of the lamb already, or his controlling words that had your stomach churning, you couldn't tell anymore. Staring at him your eyes started to fill with tears. Taking a drag of his cigarette Tommy looked at you unsympathetically as one lone tear fell down your cheek. With your hand to your mouth, you bolted up, running as fast as you could to the closest bathroom. Bending over the toilet you threw up as you tried to hold back your hair away from the toilet seat.

"Hey, hey..." you heard softly from behind you as Tommy bent down next to you, collecting your hair into his hand as he rubbed your back while you hurled into the toilet once more.

Wiping your mouth you turned to him as you flushed the toilet.

" Why would you do that?" you asked weakly, tears streaming down your face.

"Do what?" He questioned a look of confusion in his eyes as he tried to fool you with his bewilderment, but all you could see was the smirk playing on the corner of his lips threatening to expose his cruelness. Turning back to the toilet you threw up again, gagging at the taste in your mouth.

" You see what happens when you don't talk to me hm, when you ignore me? How am I suppose to know anything about you, if you never say anything to me eh? he said as he continued to stroke your back.

" But...Tommy at the wedding I told you that..."

"Shh shh" he hushed you, pulling you into his chest as he gently caressed your hair, exhaling at the close contact of your warm body.

" Let me take care of you Y/N, stop fighting it." he said as he kissed the top of your head. In your weak state you found yourself leaning into his embrace, clutching onto his chest as he responded by holding you tighter against him, placing another kiss to your temple. Had he forgotten what you had said at the wedding? His sudden behaviour was confusing, he blew hot and cold with you as quick as his temper changed, you couldn't keep up.

For another hour you laid in bed, Tommy telling you to sleep as he worked in his office, ordering his men to go home for the rest of the day now he was back. But sleep was the last thing you did. Your thoughts had been consuming you as you bit anxiously on your nails. He was playing with you like a child plays with a toy, he hadn't forgotten, he knew exactly what he was doing. Having had enough of his constant change in personality, you decided to be as petty as him and play along with his little games..since he clearly enjoyed it so much. Marching down the stairs you walked right past his office as he looked up from his desk.

" Y/N, why are you not in bed? " he asked, getting up from his chair, following you as you walked out the back door to the gardens. Scoffing at him you ignored his question. In bed, exactly where he wants you to be, knowing where you are, doing what he wants, controlling you.

" What do you think your doing?" He said as he caught up to you.

" Going for a walk " you answered as you started making your way to the woods behind the house." Is that a problem?" you said sarcastically, echoing the words he would often use. Clenching his fist he watched you as you walked away from him.

" You'll get lost!" he shouted as he stood by the door.

" I'm a grown woman Tommy" you shouted back, your arms folded as you stormed off. So tempted to see his reaction, you turned around to see him staring at you, brushing his hand down his face as he then gripped his chin with his fingers.

A satisfied look spread across your face, you enjoyed the fact your defiance was getting to him, just like he enjoyed toying with your emotions. Was this a dangerous game to play though, for how long could you really keep this up?

It had been an hour since you stormed off, and you was officially lost. Fuck. Looking down at the floor you kicked a pile of sticks in frustration, Tommy having been right only angering you even more. Looking around in a panic, you tried to remember the route you took, but everything looked the same. A noise Suddenly caught your attention as you span around, your eyes trying to look through the endless row of tress in front of you. This was England, you tried to rationalise to yourself. The chances of a bear coming out at you, zero to none, a wolf maybe, or it could be the devil himself, you laughed to yourself. Is that what you was calling him now, your husband? Then you heard it again. Walking in the opposite direction you quickly picked up the pace as you glanced behind you once more, the rustling suddenly got louder, and that's when you saw it, a small rabbit not far from where you was standing, a sigh of relief swept over you as you walked over to the small ball of fluff. Bending down you put your hand out coaxing it forwards.

" Hello little guy, you scared me" you said as it quickly bounced off in the opposite direction. Your senses no longer on alert, you hadn't noticed the real threat standing next to you. The snap of a branch had you suddenly turning back around.

" Lost little bunny?" Tommy said a smirk on his face, as he leaned against a tree watching you, a cloud of smoke bellowing into the country air. Of course he had followed you, was he afraid you would run off and leave him?

" You followed me" you said, upset that no matter where you went or what you did he would always have his eye on you.

"Maybe you would prefer rabbit for lunch next time" he joked in a sister tone. " Come on, you've had your little tantrum, now let's go" he said taking your hand only for you to push it away.

" No. I'll go when I'm ready" you said adamantly as you watched the anger rise in his already tense body.

" Y/N, you're coming home with me now or els..."

" When I'm ready" you said sterner, Interrupting him.

" Fine. Spend all night here. See if I fucking care" he replied turning away from you, storming off as he threw his cigarette onto the ground. That was the last thing you wanted to do. You watched the route he took back as you slowly followed the same path.

It had been more than an hour until you finally reached the front door to your house. Walking in you glanced up at the clock it was nearly four, you hadn't missed Polly's visit. Walking through the foyer, you was met by Tommy as he walked out the living room, Polly following behind him.

" My loving wife has returned" he said sarcastically as he took a sip of his whiskey.

"Polly" you said ignoring Tommy's remark as you walked up to her, giving her a hug as you looked over her shoulder to see Tommy smirking at you. I'm glad I didn't miss you, I was out for a walk and got a little lost"

" You did miss me, love" she said kissing your cheek, smiling to you.

" But...you said you was coming at four"

"Polly arrived an hour ago Y/N " Tommy said staring at you, his mouth slightly open as his eyes glistened with mischief.

" It's alright love, you must have forgotten. One of the secretary's left a note saying you rang and changed the time to three" she said as she started to put her coat on.

" I...I didn't rin.." you stopped, looking to Tommy as he swirled the whiskey around in his glass. And then the realisation hit you, Tommy had changed the times.

With Polly adjusting her coat in between you both, you and Tommy stared eachother down, your anger at boiling point. Neither of you saying anything you just glared at eachother waiting for the other to do something.

"I can't stay love, i have to get back. We will arrange for another time" she said as she kissed your cheek once again. "Tommy told me everything, you'll settle in soon" she whispered quietly into your ear. You watched on in disbelief, what had Tommy said to her? As soon as the door shut, you marched over to your husband, anger in your face ready to confront him.

" You did that on purpose! What did you say to her?" You shouted at him, pushing his chest with both of your hands.

" You sure you're not still sick love? Don't have a fever do you?" he said, a cocky smile on his lips as he turned away from you, walking to his office.

" You changed the times of her visit, am I not allowed to see anyone?" you asked in desperation, as you tried to stand In front of him, trying to get his attention. Annoyed by your insistence on the matter Tommy Slammed you against the wall as he pushed his body onto yours.

" What if I did hm? What was you going to tell her eh? How it's been so hard for you? My poor little wife, she's suffering so much. I have given you everything Y/N, everything. Do you not remember our agreement hm?" He said angrily as he held your head between his hands, his leg between yours to keep you in place.

Nervousness building inside you, you watched as his eyes turned that sinister black you feared so much. Tears streaming down your face you looked at Tommy pleading with unspoken words to let you go. Brushing away a tear with his thumb, Tommy let out a frustrated sigh.

" Look, the sooner you start acting like my wife the better things will be" he said, gently caressing your cheek as he leaned in to press his lips to your tear stained ones.

"Kiss me back Y/N" he moaned against your mouth, desperate to feel something from you.

" Still playing hard to get eh?" he hummed against your lips as he pressed his forehead to yours, his eyes closing as his hands stroked down your arms.

" I hate you" you said quietly as your voice trembled in fear. Tommy's forehead still pressed against yours, his eyes darted open meeting the fear in yours, fury spreading across his face as you pushed him away from you. Running up the stairs you turned around to see him staring at you, his eyes never once moving from you as he watched you run up the large wooden stairs.

You didn't hate him, Tommy reasoned to himself as he sat in the dark green upholstered arm chair, blowing a cloud of smoke to the ceiling. You was just getting used to your new life he quickly justified . You're words were laced with anger though, he thought to himself as he clenched his jaw, flicking the flame of his lighter on and off as he watched you sleep in the bed in front of him, the freshly cleaned bed sheets draped gently over your body. Taking another drag of his cigarette Tommy leaned forward, his hand slowly stroking up your uncovered leg as he watched you sleep. Your skin was so soft, so delicate under his fingers, why wouldn't you let him near you? let him hold you, kiss you... touch you. Frustration building up he pulled his hand away, his shoulders tense, his jaw tightening. You shouldn't test him, he didn't want to lose his temper, he didn't want to hurt you. Stirring you started to wake up, the smell of tobacco filling your senses. Sitting up you looked In front of you to see an empty chair at the bottom of the bed, a lit cigarette still burning in an ash tray on a small table beside it. Your eyes darted around the room in panic.

"Tommy" you called out as you looked to the the landing light beaming through the half opened bedroom door. Clutching the bed sheets to your chest, fear rose in your body.

He had been here, he had been watching you...

Tag list: @litteltourtius @aesthetic0cherryblossom @swordofawriter @casa-boiardi @muhahaha303 @fmo166

[opalescent-cheetah]

The Miraculous Ladybug umbrella scene, but it’s Holtzbert

Background from Miraculous Ladybug; I simply traced and recoloured original screencap (included under the cut)

[tianhai03]

since i dont have much to post at the moment as im busy with school, i guess it’s time to expose myself as the vtuber simp i have been since i found a particular nijisanji liver back in july 🚶

[tentakelspektakel]

Ayy found my new love after playing Mass Effect 1🍑 Garrus is just such a sweetheart i cant even

[pxkibu]

hello yes i might be a liiiittle obsessed with Eddie

[avelera]

I’m still really excited for Our Flag Means Death s2 and I still love the fandom and especially the fanworks, but I’m also glad to be taking a break from said fandom right now until some new content comes out.

There comes a stage in a fandom with a few hours of content, more coming but nothing yet known of what will happen next, where the obsessive lens turns inward to the most minute aspects of the original content. Let’s call it the “Anderson is sexually excited by dinosaurs” period of a fandom because hooo boy if you’ve got any inkling about what I’m talking about you’ll remember the time between BBC Sherlock S1 and Sherlock S2 (before the queerbaiting was confirmed and it really did seem POSSIBLE that these two men might kiss) when the fandom lost its entire goddamn mind.

And don’t get me wrong, the fanworks were still fun! People were having a good time! But you get this sort of fanfic of a fanfic of a fanfic era where the true feel of the actual show gives way to fan interpretations of characterizations written by other fans. There’s a sort of drift. In-character works that share the spirit of the original text become more rare, which is fine but not what I was into. More importantly, very minor characters get a microscope taken to them (Anderson, in this case Calico Jack for example). Joke moments are analyzed with utmost seriousness. One gets the sense the show is being watched in gifs only because few people have gone back to the source material in a while.

It’s a perfectly natural cycle of a fandom analyzing and interacting with a work they’re obsessed with. But for me things get just a liiiittle too derivative at that point, an orobouros of fandom talking to itself. I’m looking forward to more OFMD but I think I’m going to need a fresh infusion of source content to chew over, this piece of gum from Feb 2022 has gotten slightly stale.

[phangirl360]

Okay so i might just be liiiittle obsessed✨️ also the two smol bois belong to CartooneyLooney on youtube :D

[em0-alpaca]

i might be a liiiittle too obsessed with them. maybe

[morgue-xiiv]

John Darnielle confuses the fuck out of me. He will write a book about disabled play-by-mail rpg game designer... WITH A MOTHERFUKCING FRITZ LEIBER REFERENCE!!!! Just fucking shouting out a The Grey Mouser book like it's the most normal thing in the world!, casual mentions of an IBM Selectric. Like legitimately this book is like it was written specifically to appeal to me. Like someone sat down and asked me WHY I love Koji Suzuki and tried to cram the maximum ammount of references to other stuff I love into a book themed around my answer, then smeared it all over Joey Comeu because I'll claim I like his books out of ASW love, but I actually find them a liiiittle bit pretentious and boring (bear in mind how excited I was about that Grey Mouser ref? I'm married to Swords and Sorcery). With maybe a dash of what I like about Scarlett Thomas before I say her books are uhhhh also "too literary for my tastes" (I remembered the politically correct way to say pretentious and boring just in time there, Sorry Comeau, you juuuust missed it) I mean fuck I think his other book is about video tapes and shit?

Then, he also makes... uh. music. Yeah. It's definitely music alright. Loads of people I really really respect as writers and human beings adore his music. And it is, I cannot emphasize this enough *the music I hate most in the world*. If someone even mentions the name of the band or any of the songs it RUINS at least the next 2 hours of my day. His music is this perfect combination of vile to listen to and *incredibly catchy*. Every song seems to be a pointed combination of the most unpleasant sounds, combined with lyrics created to either make me angry or make my mental health significantly worse with absolutely SURGICAL precision, and then the lyrics are incredibly repetitive and the hooks just stick in your brain really deep so that if it was possible to dig them out of your mind with an actual hook that would seem proportionate. There's actually this one song of theirs I really really like but I never listen to it because bringing it up *would remind me the band exists* and that would upset/anger me.

As a kid I was obsessed with the Sisters of Mercy and looked up what music Andrew Eldritch said HE liked. And I was dissapointed to find that just cos I loved eldritch's music didn't mean the music he listened to would be whata I liked at all. I makes sense as an adult that people build on what they like and can't truly create a piece that follows what they love becaue you can't make what you love, or from then on, you only see the blueprints. So it makes sense the opposite must exist: dude with similar taste to me whose work I loathe. I definitely never looked for that dude, but perhaps I found him in recommendations from Joseph Fink... Anyway I'm gonna take the time to listen to no children a bit because I do find it soothing and I am thinking about how much I hate that band anyway so I might as well take advantage of that.

but it is... so weird. The contrast of feelings this one guy provokes in me, of feeling seen but also really fucking disgusted.

Maybe I'll hate the book soon too.

That would really even things out for me.

[wardenparker]

Just a liiiittle bit of info from fashion obsessed me! I’m still ready the chapter but this jumped out. Tickets for the Met Gala aren’t paid for by the invitees. Companies and designers buy out entire tables and that’s how much each seat costs. But the celebrities themselves don’t pay anything. Dresses and glam squad also covered for by the designers/companies inviting them. They’re not even sent an invite until after Wintour approves each company’s proposal for their guests. JSYK! The only ones paying tickets are philanthropists and socialites if they’re not already invited by a company. Those invited by Wintour/Vogue themselves also don’t pay anything, but Vogue will pair them up with a designer to dress them and cover the glam squad and hotel costs. Basically just everything.

Ooohh, factoids! Thank you!!

It’s probably clear now that I love fashion but don’t necessarily live that Big Fancy Life, and some of the same is true about our girl Buttercup. The love of it is there, but she’s only now breaking through into the level of success that would give her access to things like red carpets and fancy events. So it seems sort of fitting that she might not have had all her facts straight 🤣

Our Heroics live in a world of glam and very real danger, mixed with all sorts of boring desk work and public appearances. It’s another walloping helping of Big Fancy Life all at once 🎉

Hopefully you’ll enjoy next chapter, as there’s more fashion to come 🎀🎀