#poor man has a bit of a drinking problem. and a smoking problem. and a self esteem problem. and a

[transthadymacdermot]

Deciding lots of new things about Eoin's cousin Donal lately, much like a prophet receiving visions from an angry god

[cosmicdumpling]

monster » choi san

SYNOPSIS: You’re the devil-may-care daughter of a rich conglomerate, and that’s why you need Choi San, a top-notch bodyguard, for protection. The problem is, you want and need him in more ways than one, and while he remains professional albeit not naive to your advances, his patience is starting to wear unbearably thin.

PAIRING: san x fem!reader (no pronouns used)

GENRE/S: suggestive with a hint of angst 

THEME/S: bodyguard!san, reader is a brat (you get the dynamic haha)

⚠️ WARNING/S: profanities, so much sexual tension, anxiety, smoking, mentions of blood, violence, brawling

WORD COUNT: 2k

➺ MAIN MASTERLIST

Brat.

San clicks his tongue as he wipes his knuckles free from a mix of dirt and blood, the bathroom door slowly creaking shut behind him. He hears a few muffled clicks and clunks, groaning, and then a poor bottle hitting the door as a result of being thrown out of a sheer tantrum.

With a huff, he turns his head and looks at the door from over his shoulder, the gears in his brain slowly rotating as he contemplates whether to help you out or not. But after a few moments of hesitance, he chooses the latter.

He finishes wiping the remaining grime off of his hand, then chucks the wipes into a nearby bin. San’s footsteps echo inside the large yet empty bedroom, his hand fishing the pack of cigarettes from the pocket of his suit as he slides the balcony door open and steps out. He lights the cigarette, inhales an amount of smoke, and then exhales it back out.

He needs it to relax after tonight’s storm-tossed events.

San is the type of bodyguard who will settle things borderline politely as long as he can, maybe merely twisting one’s arm or grabbing somebody by the collar as a last-minute defense mechanism. But tonight, you definitely pushed him to his limits.

You’re allowed to go clubbing, yes, but under San’s supervision. 

You’re allowed to drink and get wasted, but still under San’s company and supervision. 

You’ve never tried to break free from it, ever, that’s why when you tried to do just that tonight, San went off the deep end. After a few moments of panicking, aggressive searching, and maybe a little bit of threatening, he finally found you getting thrown over the shoulder of a man, maybe to bring home or up the stairs into one of the rooms for him to enjoy.

Sadly enough for the stranger, he didn’t get to take his fourth step up the stairs, and San had him beaten into a pulp. 

And surprisingly enough, you were sober enough to actually stop him and tell him to just bring you home.

“Daddy!” Your muffled voice makes San snap out of his trance, and he whips his head to stare at the door past the windblown curtains.

So, you’re about to throw a drunk tantrum all over again, calling for your dad to whine and complain about what San had done once more. Your dad, who will obviously take his side because you’re reckless, and everything that San has done is what your dad had expected of him to do for your safety.

“Daddy!” 

San drops the cigarette butt on the ground, steps on it, and throws it into the bin on his way back in. He slides the glass shut, draws the curtains back, and knocks on the bathroom door.

Before he could speak, the door flings open, and he’s surprised to see you still fully clothed, leaning against the wall next to the crack of the door. San jerks his head to the door of your room.

“He’s not home. He went out.”

“I know, silly,” You sigh, removing your other earring before you slam it down onto the surface of the sink. “I was calling for you.”

San’s brow jerks discursively in response. 

So, you think it’s playtime.

“You reek of smoke. You know I don’t like the smell of smoke,” Chuckling, you open the door wider and take a step closer to him. Eyeing him up and down, you take notice of the broadness of his shoulders and the buff of his chest, your eager fingers coming up to toy with his tie. 

“You’re doing that on purpose to keep me away from you, aren’t you?”

San angles his head away as he swats your hand using the back of his wrist. His gaze is intense as he clenches his jaw while looking at you. 

Of all the tests life has given him, maybe this is still the hardest. Patience. You really like to mess with his patience, and that’s because you know his tolerance is a little low.

“What do you need?”

“You,” You say and raise a brow, narrowing your eyes at him as much as he remains stoic. And then silence; he seems unfazed and yet you’re not embarrassed, so you chuckle to yourself and turn your back against him.

“I need you to unzip my dress, I can’t reach it.” 

Click.

He takes a step closer, his large hands fiddling with the little zipper that’s barely half an inch of his finger. He unzips it just low enough for you to reach, and before you could say more, he makes eye contact with you through the huge bathroom mirror.

“Is that all?”

You smirk. “Unless you want to do more for me, then yes.”

San clicks his tongue, and he huffs before finally moving out of the door, making sure to slam it shut and make it known to you that he’s pissed after everything.

Perhaps, your homegrown personality and attraction to your bodyguard is a bad combination as well; it takes all of San’s strength to maintain professionalism when you act like a whole bratㅡ for instance, at times like this, when you’re tipsy and even more whimsical and flirty than you already are.

He’d been with you for three whole years, doing the same thing. Standing by your side, making sure nobody gets too close, and ensuring that nobody harms you in any way. And of course, in those three years, you’ve shown him kindness. You’ve shown him goodness even if you try to conceal it with another playful remark right after.

Heck, sometimes he even wonders that if you’re not so closed off and stuck up in your own arse, you would become friends. You always say that. You always tell him you want friends, that you want him to be your friend. And if he’s going to be honest, he wants to be your friend, too. But the problem is, he thinks you don’t mean what you say, only because you say it when you’re drunk and sad and a little playful.

San hopes you’re sober when you say you want to be with him while having this whole different look in your eyes– one he could possibly mistake as the desire to be loved by him.

But you’re always drunk when you do exactly that. 

Sure, a drunk man’s words are a sober man’s thoughts, but a part of him wishes to hear them from you without alcohol clouding your head. He wants to see you mean it.

But then the other part of him thinks that it’s better off this wayㅡ for you both to be distant and nothing near friends. For one, it’ll be harder for him in his job. And two, you both belong in two different worlds that don’t cross.

You’re meant to be in the center of the room in all your lavish glory. He’s meant to be somewhere in the room ensuring you don’t get robbed of it. That’s it.

San stops pondering for a moment, and the night goes completely still. It’s suddenly so quiet. No grumbling, no stomping, no throwing of things, and no running of the shower.

It’s quiet. 

Too quiet.

“y/n?” He turns around and calls. A few seconds pass, and then he hears it. Your troubled screams echo into the still night, and San pugnaciously pushes the bathroom door open.

The door goes wide ajar, with San frantically looking around for the possible intruder. And just then, the worried look on San’s face is wiped off; replaced with a rather restrained expression when he sets his eyes onto your. . . rather. . . relaxed figure on the tub.

“Woah there,” You chuckle, looking up at him with an amused expression as you toy with the water your body is submerged in. “Easy, big boy. It’s just me,”

An airy snort leaves your nostrils, and you purse your lips in an attempt to hide your smile.

You sit up slightly, pulling on the tub’s drain stopper as the water begins to clear out. San turns away, shoving his hands inside his pockets.

“I needed help because my towel was too far from me. Could you hand it, please?”

Mischief clouds your voice, and with the way you sounded, San could visualize the shit-eating grin on your lips.

Clenching his jaw for the umpteenth time tonight, San forcefully tugs the material off of the golden hook, eyes locking with yours as he hands it to you; persistent enough to not let his eyes wander anywhere else.

“Stop doing that.”

“Doing what?”

“Alarming me when there’s no emergency.”

With this, you chuckle in mischief, the long, dragging, hum enough to tell him it’s nowhere near your agenda nor in your vocabulary.

“I’m just playing around with you because I want to be friends. Father never allows me to socialize with other teens and I have nobody but you. Is that too much to ask?” You say, faking puppy eyes as you grab the towel from his hands, sparing him a fleeting flirty gaze and a quirk of your brow as you wrap the towel around your body.

He rolls his eyes, stepping away to walk back out into the bedroom. You snicker at his signature expression, finding fun in the way he reacts to your flirting, and so you step out of the tub to play even more.

“Why don’t weㅡ”

“Stop testing my patience.” He growls, cutting you off by pushing your hips against the nearby sink when you try to place your hand on his shoulder, taking you by a rather pleasant surprise with his sudden roughness; the tips of his fingers digging into your towel.

“I’ve been holding myself back for a very long time and your mighty daddy won’t like what ungodly things I could do to his little princess if she continues pushing my buttons,” San says through gritted teeth, his lingering gaze piercing through your own orbs.

“Nobody said you should hold yourself back,” You grab his sleeve before he could pull away. San tries to avoid your eyes, so you push yourself up from leaning against the sink to run your fingers, ghosting them against his clothed chest. 

“You’re not an imbecile and you know that I want you, San.” 

His fingers dig deeper into your towel as you speak, his lashes fluttering prettily against his cheek as he rethinks his actions. Then, he lifts his head, jaw clenching again whilst his gaze flutters from your lips and your eyes.

You cup his jaw and lean in, just as San pulls away.

The sudden action is enough to leave the both of you stunned, and you stare at him as he shuts his eyes close, shaking his head at himself before he moves out of the bathroom and slams the door shut.

The door closes, and so you scramble to compose yourself, shakily opening the door before looking at his retreating figure in desperation. It’s your first time miraculously sobering up completely, and you refuse to believe it’s because you’re passing fancy for your own bodyguard, and you’re about to get rejected.

“You can beat somebody into a pulp but you can’t give somebody a kiss? I didn’t know you were such a coward, San!” You taunt and tease from the doorway, and you try to hide the trembling of your voice by feigning a jesting tone, in an attempt to stop him from walking away and make him come back.

But he doesn’t; not even when you’re wrong.

There’s a reason he’s learned how to protect, to fight, to kill. He isn’t a coward nor a good man— he’s the farthest thing from one. 

You’ve already got him going crazy, and now you’re letting him in as he pleases, so he musters the strength to walk away. 

He walks away, because the moment he sets a single foot over the line between you two, he knows he’ll never let you go, even if the time comes when you beg him to. He’s going to keep you, love you, indulge you, break you— and it’s an obsession he knows he will never let go of until the day he dies.

Why there's always been a monster in him waiting to be roused, after all.

[adoremexxs]

Modern Karaku and Urogi Headcanons

They are in highschool in this and TW: bullying, self harm, od, drug and drinking problems, it’s kinda depressing but only at the beginning

Karaku

they are latino btw

knows a lot of spanish

him and sekido will sometimes have screaming matches in spanish

absolute man whore

has had many many many girlfriends and boyfriends

he does not have a label at all

he sleeps with whoever he wants, whenever he wants

because of this, he has pissed off sekido

and urogi

because him and urogi share a room and urogi has to go room with Aizetsu

he is never in the house because he is always partying with Urogi

has nipple piercings w sekido and urogi

sekido did not consent

tongue piercing and 4 ear piercings

had a really bad drinking problem

and a really bad drug problem

he first got introduced to the drugs at a frat party that he def was not supposed to go too

but due to the fact that he was friends with graduates

he got invited because he’s fun to be around

the one time he didn’t bring urogi

he tried oxy and he absolutely tripped out

went through a MAJOR depressive episode

he struggled to get out of it

also was struggling with his drug addiction

the day zohakuten (poor baby) found him unconscious was the day he had to stop everything

he still went to parties

he just couldn’t drink or do drugs

karaku def didn’t really listen to them much

but he definitely stopped doing a lot of it

just drank here and there sometimes

had to quit football because of his mental health but started up modeling as an ego boost

sekido didn’t talk to him for a week after the incident

zohakuten doesn’t like talking about it neither does karaku

they act like it didn’t happen

he got better though

aizetsu checked on karaku a lot because he knows how it feels

urogi acts like it didn’t happen because he doesn’t really know how to process it

the modeling really boosted his ego

also made him care for himself more

people at his school hate him because of his reputation

tries to not let it get to him

it does sometimes

he has feelings and isn’t just a “man whore”

him and urogi are extremely close

they have deep conversations sometimes

urogi has talked about his struggles that he doesn’t let anyone but karaku know about

karaku was honestly sad to hear that urogi got bullied

it actually hurt him a lot especially since urogi is such a kind person

but then urogi assured him that it doesn’t happen anymore

karaku feels like he is lying

karaku and sekido sometimes have deep conversations too

karaku can get a bit political with sekido bc with him, he has to turn on his adult brain

sekido cherishes karaku but karaku pisses him off

sekido didn’t know how to deal with karaku’s incident

he was mad that karaku almost got himself killed

but also knew that karaku was struggling

karaku and sekido will always have an off relationship but that doesn’t mean they don’t love each other

karaku still teases sekido

karaku teases sekido over his chest hair and sekido goes “at least i can grow some, u bald bitch”

karaku was offended bc he does have hair on him

calls sekido a bear

because he’s grumpy all the time

aizetsu is a cat

zohakuten is a dragon

urogi is a falcon

he teases aizetsu the most but once aizetsu comforted him, he toned it down a bit

him and zohakuten have screaming matches over the littlest shit

mini sekido fr

zohakuten gets mad at karaku for bothering him while he is studying

karaku drags zoha to parties sometimes

only if he absolutely has too

makes sure zohakuten doesn’t do any drugs

zohakuten is bored the entire time and rather play roblox and minecraft

college kids fw karaku so hard

karaku is into older women because he has mommy issues

also into older men bc he doesn’t have a dad and has the BIGGEST daddy issues

not bigger than sekido’s daddy issues tho

tries to cheer up all his brothers

he smokes weed still

refuses to touch anything other than weed

his first job was at a restaurant

he got a lot of tips because of his looks

used to be in band

is really good with the flute

any wind instruments he is good with

his second job was at a waterpark

he got a lot of people’s numbers

loves flo rida and odetari

don’t ask specifically why flo rida

just loves flo rida

his instagram is filled with photos of him

has urogi trained to take insta pics

has a gym highlight

so high maintenance

loves tanning when he is already tan

needs a mani pedi every two weeks

a natural genius with amazing grades

even tho he skips 90% of the time

goes to every club

he just hates being at home with sekido

urogi tags along all the time

doesn’t know his own body count

Urogi

he knows a good chunk of spanish

mainly because of sekido cussing them out

he’s the sweetest brother

besides aizetsu

got bullied HEAVILY when he was younger

never let his brothers know besides karaku

he got bullied for his features

his wider, perky nose

his rounder eyes

his moles on his face

the scars on his knees

they basically attacked every feature that he has

he was easy to bully because half the time he didn’t understand it

he just thought they were being friendly and thought they were friends

aizetsu wasn’t easy to be bullied bc sekido was always with him and everyone was scared of sekido

urogi always just thought they were being nice

until he got to middle school

he just kept being nice to them in hopes that they would stop

they didn’t

he remembers the day he came home with a massive cut on his forehead because they had pushed him into a brick wall

his brothers had to go home and he was stuck with cleaning duty

whenever he was done, his bullies were waiting outside and beat him up

he just said that he tripped on accident

sekido made a fuss over him

also suffered from self harm

and eating issues

he struggled a lot

sekido noticed he didn’t eat a lot and forced him to eat

but he never thought that urogi was getting bullied

none of the brothers did

he kept it a really well hid secret

until he told karaku whenever they were having a deep conversation

“why the fuck didn’t you tell us?”

“it’s not worth it besides i’m fine now!”

he still gets bullied from time to time

just occasional jabs

it mainly stopped whenever he grew and got muscles

they became his actual friends

has never forgot it

it affected his self esteem a lot

his “happy all the time” is an act

it’s his alter ego basically

always hated his features because he looked different from his brothers

not that much different but they made fun of his nose a lot

asked if he was adopted bc he was born a day late

or if he was dropped on his head as a baby

he became popular as soon as he reached high school

he was jacked, handsome and has a golden retriever personality

could never be his actual self around his popular friends

could never express his love for birds

they always were talking about cars

he found it boring

he was invited to a bunch of parties because he was friends with practically everyone

all of the girls liked him

he was always so sweet to them

never really liked them

he doesn’t have a label either

he dated around bc karaku wanted him to

never had sex with any of the girls or guys he dated

massive virgin

scared to even have it

he started up wrestling and soccer

soccer bc all of his brothers were doing it

and wrestling to get all of his energy out

multiple scars from him doing the stupidest shit

tried weed with karaku

he liked it but he prefers edibles

just doesn’t like the idea of smoke going into his lungs

works out his legs all the time

massive thighs and a level 3 gyatt

loves back massages

really, really ticklish

you always know where he is because of how loud he is

was also bullied for his loudness

calling him annoying

and calling him a “bird brain”

he never changed though

it worked out in his end bc all of the girls liked him

he drinks

and he also tried one of sekido’s cigarettes one time

almost puked bc it was so gross

urogi has sekido’s cigarette brand memorized in his head

“sekido smokes marlboro light special blends 100”

is almost never really mad

got jumped once

by tengen and kyojuro

their friend groups have MASSIVE beef

karaku jumped in when he saw urogi getting jumped

sekido was fuming and also joined in

they all had to go to the hospital

literally almost got kicked out of all sports

somehow still managed to stay in

loves hyperpop and pop music

“i promise i’m not going to play trash music, man!”

him and aizetsu are pretty close, he comforts aizetsu a lot and treats him kindly

though he can get a bit too much

urogi stopped talking for one whole day to see what people would do

they were weirded out and forced urogi to talk

urogi and zohakuten aren’t close at all and neither are him and sekido

zohakuten gets mad at urogi for being loud

especially when he is trying to study

they play video games together though

sekido cant play video games with them bc he rage quits too much

loves having head rubs

it relaxes him

their mom used to do it all the time to them before she became severely ill after having zohakuten and then passing away shortly after

has a photo of their mom as his phone wallpaper

if he cries, he cries in the shower

first job was being a lifeguard

a lot of people asked for his number as a life guard

he worked with karaku for a bit but then they got separated bc they caused too many problems

listens to odetari with karaku

loves “You’re too slow”

is really good at dancing

like really good

has 3 ear piercings on each ear

tongue piercing matching w/ karaku

and matching nipple piercings

he looks up to karaku a lot

he wants to be like him

not really good grades, aizetsu tutors him

C’s and D’s, it doesn’t help that he skips half the time with Karaku

[eirinstiva]

Compadre Moncho Bingo

Halloa!~ My old chap Bertie Wooster sent the first part of "The metropolitan Touch". Brace yourselves because Bingo is in love again!

“What beats me,” I said, following up a train of thought, “is what principle you pick them on. The girls you fall in love with, I mean. I mean to say, what’s your system? As far as I can see, no two of them are alike. First it was Mabel the waitress, then Honoria Glossop, then that fearful blister Charlotte Corday Rowbotham⁠—

IIRC: The waitress, Honoria, Honoria's friend, the communist girl, Bertie's friend… Mary Burgess is the sixth one, I guess, but this is the first one that has Jeeves' seal of approval.

“You don’t seriously mean, Bertie, that you are intending to compare the feeling I have for Mary Burgess, the holy devotion, the spiritual⁠—” “Oh, all right, let it go,” I said

Bingo being Bingo.

Finally, like a star whose entrance has been worked up by the personnel of the ensemble, a girl appeared, and his emotion was painful to witness. His face got so red that, what with his white collar and the fact that the wind had turned his nose blue, he looked more like a French flag than anything else. He sagged from the waist upwards, as if he had been filleted.

Poor Bingo! He has a good adversary for this love, but Bingo has the power of Jeeves and Wooster!

“In my opinion, sir, the most judicious course for Mr. Little to pursue would be to concentrate on the young gentleman.” “The small brother? How do you mean?” “Make a friend of him, sir⁠—take him for walks and so forth.” “It doesn’t sound one of your red-hottest ideas. I must say I expected something fruitier than that.”

Maybe this plan seems a bit boring, but if something I've learnt from all the previous letters is that one must trust Jeeves' plans. If Bingo follows Jeeves' idea there shouldn't be any problem, but if Steggles is there, evrything will turn darker.

There’s no getting away from the fact that, if ever a man required watching, it’s Steggles. Machiavelli could have taken his correspondence course.

Steggles, we need to talk... Come 'ere u lil'...!

How dare you to make a bet on a romance!!! And trying to break Bingo's heart!!! The only one who can do that the girl rejecting him!!!

“Betting!” he gargled. “Betting! You don’t mean that they’re betting on this holy, sacred⁠—Oh, I say, dash it all! Haven’t people any sense of decency and reverence? Is nothing safe from their beastly, sordid graspingness? I wonder,” said young Bingo thoughtfully, (...)

I agree with you, dear [*sips tea*].

Bingo Little is that friend that goes straight to your fridge asking "What's for dinner?", drink your beer and smokes your cigarettes, but Bertie likes to keep him in his life because he makes everything funnier. That type of friend in my country is called Compadre Moncho for a TV character, and just like Bingo, he spends his time at his friends' house and his money on horse races.

It's late! Pip-pip and Buena suerte, compadre Bingo!

[gooopy]

can i know abt scully!!!

!!!!!! OUUPIOUOOUUUGHHH GHOOGGHHG !!!!!! TYYY FOR ASKING!!!!!!!!! scullys awesome he is an oc ive had for a bit and had a lotta time to develop and is also a revamped version of an old oc from when i was young trying to avoid making mary sues!! ohh i likesss him hes awesome

so scully is a he/him butch lesbian with soso many issues and problems and shit. he was raised by his pa, a stern bitter old veteran, and scullys ma ran off after he was born. his pa was hard on him, he wanted a son anyhow and when scully started acting masculine he thanked God for givin him a broken daughter and started teaching scully how to be a man. unfortunately this included such beautiful wonderful things such as 'men dont cry' and 'caring for animals makes you look weak' and stuff like that. as a kid scullys pa started getting sick, and they were too poor to do anything about it living in a shack that his pa built, so scully dropped out of middle school and picked up an apprenticeship with a local butcher!!!! his pa was bedridden, so scully took the laz-e-boy that his pa usually slept in, started working, started smoking, and started cooking. his pa told him that cooking was a womans job but he was busy dying in bed and scully was able to steal the scraps from his job so they got by. scullys dad died, and scully dug his pa's grave and nailed together two boards to make a cross and he didnt cry. he just started sleeping in the bed again

but thats all background shit because nowadays this is whats important: scully would throw himself into a volcano if a woman told him to. he falls so utterly head over heels for any gal who so much as looks his way its FUCKED. in school the gals realized this and got him beatin other people up for their lunch money and scully was happy to do it. nowadays he would give a lady the shirt off his back for a kiss blown his way. he holds doors for people and he stumbles over his words and he talks while he smokes by tucking the cigarette in the corner of his mouth. he cooks a lot now, the kitchen in that little shack slowly taking over the whole place like a mold, and he feeds the scraps and bone and gristle to the stray dogs and cats.

he was an angry cruel kid and he was tempered into a kind, awkward, super mega autistic adult. AND! he brews the scariest hooch ever in his house its so scary looking dont drink it. he can still hold his own in a fight but will just take the hits unless its to help a lady, in which case he is letting out years of trauma and anger on your face to turn it into ground beef. hes awesome he has so many issues and he sucks and i love him. i havnt managed to shove him fully into the ebautiful world of tf2 yet (he originated from disco elysium!) but i think it would be funny if hes dating scouts ma and now scout has a new stepdad who keeps trying to be his pal but doesnt got a handle on the whole 'fatherhood' thing as a concept yet.

I DONT HAVE AN UP TO DATE REF OF HIM BUT YOU MUST KNOW THAT HE HAS BIG BEAUTIFUL BROWN COW EYES !!!!!! hes awesome hes fucked up. i have another drawing of him beating someone up but ill post that seperately because its got blood

[milo-martinez]

Insecure part 2: Raul Dominguez

Raul Dominguez. A forgotten doodle of a demon oc. He served no purpose, neither did his family. It only got worse his undestined life, his family arguing over and over on who they were. And without knowing what the consequences would be...

" want some kid" asked a smoker to Raul who took the cigarette and the man's boxes of matches" claro cabron" he replied in spanish. The consequences of the conflicts let to rauls needs. His need to smoke, drink, to sway from shit. Even if it killed him slowly. Sometimes he got aggressive with others without the intention...or complain he went through the worst things than the others who never liked comparing their horrible times...

" hey michael. Can you tell that pig not to eat too much, hes clearly on his third plate by now" spoke raul. It was the groups friendsgiving at a local church and despite arriving late they were all alone enjoying the holiday as friends. However once raul made that statement, Jesse just began feeling a bit insecure at that time and calmed himself down before resorting to violence" Jesse." Spoke Michael to jesse assuring that he's not in trouble" you may proceed with your third plate in peace. Raul, please next time if you feel like you ate too much yourself then dont take it out on others starving" Michael continued" besides you two have different bodies, and both of you need different amounts of food. You may only need a plate or two but jesse may need five to ten" he finally attached" five to ten? Geeze no wonder why he walks so slow and has very bad lungs my man's a fat ass" replied raul pissed of Michael's answer. However this began slowly affecting jesse more and more every second that he didn't even bothered to finish his current third plate of food and handed it to anselm and rochelle" you two can share it together. I'm out of here for tonight" spoke jesse taking his leave while putting on his coat as Raul finally calmed down he noticed jesse gone from the table and his plate still with food on it" raul that was very rude of you, you know that right!?" Spoke rochelle upset that thanks to him jesse got uncomfortable on a holiday bonding of theirs"...Jesse is no pig...he eats a lot because he was never given that amount we usually get to where we need little to be full as he needs more to fill that gap he couldn't have plus.......WANNA KNOW HOW FUCKING LONG IT TOOK FOR US THREE TO FINALLY GET JESSE TO EAT AS THAT "PIG" YOU SAID OF HIM..." spoke anselm defending jesse most from that word "pig".

" it'd be best if raul apologizes to jesse once hes cooled down" spoke Michael" in the mean time. I will try to find jesse and ensure he eats enough for the very least until he is ready to come back" Michael added taking his leave" can I join you?" Asked anselm quickly being brought into a hug with Michael taking both to find jesse" you still got some nerve for ruining the time we can all get together like a family. You know we all find eachother as Home unlike Home itself..."

Rochelle spoke" I will give you time to think yourself of your actions" she added also taking her leave. Raul was now all alone" I'm all alone again heh. Just like I've always been only you and me ain't it?" Spoke raul poor raul, he couldn't quit this smoking of his for it was his way to escape from anythin.

Michael arrived around 2:34 A.M. back from Jesse and noticed Raul smoking and coughing badly the smog of his cigar" Raul. Why do you still yet do this to yourself?" Asked Michael getting closer and removing the awful smelling cigarette from Raul's mouth." Its how I cope okay!?" Shouted raul madly" so that's all you do? You smoke your problems away like a COWARDdrug addict!?" The other spoke" I do..." spoke raul" if you really want to find that purpose of yours, you must start by not denying or hating anything BEYOND YOUR ORDINARY" spoke Michael" if we did that to you I assure you we would've killed you and you'd be Jesse's food to eat" he added on"maybe your right..." spoke Raul.

Extra chapter 1: The Apology

"Its okay jesse. You aren't wrong" spoke anselm trying to convince his friend to atleast not starve himself because of raul" I already told you anselm. I'm not hungry" spoke jesse resisting to eat the cake slice Michael bought him when found, he was very hungry still but those words still hurt him in a way. Maybe he was a fatass like raul said it's no wonder he can barely keep up with the others when running"jesse" spoke raul pissing the other off even more once hearing it" jesse I'm sorry.. I shouldn't have called you like that when eating I just wasnt used to someone like you, a selfless, bruised,strong and caring person"jesse slowly brought anselm in his arms to hug him" and to make up the friendsgiving, I bought something for us three to make our own little friendsgiving" added raul. Jesse noticed it was a bag full of french fries atleast 5 large fries in it and without thinking twice jesse proceeded to consume the fries" hey hey calm down. Theres plenty to eat no rush" spoke raul.

[aquarianshift]

thanks so much @two-gurus-in-drag for tagging me in the:

ao3 first lines tagline!

Rules: Share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and tag ten people. If you have written fewer than ten, don’t be shy and share anyway (spoiler alert: rules are made to be broken…)

i haven't written ten either, and one of the ones i have written isn't a fanfic but a collection of limericks so. not gonna hit ten. but, in order from newest to oldest:

See you 'round, George had said.

If Ringo had known he'd meant See you in an hour when I drop by your house, he might have tidied up a bit. (Might have put on a shirt, even.)

Ringo considers crossing his hands over his breast, damsel-style, when a door shuts and George appears in the front room, though the sight of him's hardly front-page news to any of them. Besides, George barely gives him a glance before dropping himself onto the sofa, face-first, with a faint sigh.

"Make yourself at home," says Ringo. (I Can't Tell You But I Know It's Mine)

2. There's a look that a man gets when he takes a good pull on a cigarette: hollowed cheeks, brows drawn together. It makes him look sharper for a moment. It has an equalizing effect, too, across classes; done right, the poor man can look like a prince and the prince like a longshoreman when he smokes. It's dirty, really. Filthy habit.

John's problem was that George looked like that all the time. (Mojo Filter)

3. The first time they came close to kissing was during that whole Shakespeare business. (Suffer Fools Gladly)

4. "Bit tighter, George, go on. Pull on your end a little more."

"That's..." George grunted with effort as he tugged on the rope. "...tight 's it'll go. He can't get out of that. Can you?"

"Try and get out of that," said Ringo.

Paul reached to try and untie himself, but his bound wrists stayed snugly behind him. He shifted his arms, straining, trying to stand, but the knots held fast. He wasn't getting out of this chair in any hurry. He beamed and shook his head. (Bound and Determined)

5. Paul put down his beer to fully brace himself against the table laughing. Their set had ended minutes ago, and he and John had quickly descended upon their favorite table with a couple of pints. Then just a couple more, then maybe one more. At some point, the beer had combined with his sleep-deprived delirium to make everything unbearably funny. John had smelled blood in the water and set about making Paul laugh too hard to get a good drink. He'd choked and spit all over the table, but John didn't show mercy. Now, he leaned in even closer and doubled down on his last joke, giving Paul's shaking ribs a sharp jab for good measure. (The Bass Lesson)

next one isn't strictly beatle-centric (it was supposed to be about bob dylan, but john found his way in somehow lol)

6. This wasn't the first time she'd seen a Beatle-- in London, 1966, it wasn't exactly unheard of. But it might well have been the first time she'd seen just one by himself.

John Lennon approached her as she wheeled an empty luggage cart down the hall. She politely avoided eye contact, having heard enough stories about the young men being mobbed by fans in hotels, often enough by people dressed as staff. But he stopped in front of the cart, called out to get her attention.

He had a job for her. (Land of Paradise)

these next two aren't beatle-related at all. this first one is an AU for It's a Wonderful Life where George was never born.

7. Mary was still shaking when she locked her front door behind her-- and not from cold, though it was a bitter cold Christmas Eve night, all wind and no snow. (Lady Madonna)

this one is for the remake of All Creatures Great and Small:

8. Eleven o'clock on a Sunday morning cast a lazy glow on Skeldale House. With Siegfried away on business for the night and Mrs. Hall visiting a friend, there was nothing for James to do but drape himself over the sofa with a thick book.

Tristan seemed even more determined to relax. He had no newspaper, no book, no pad and pencil for drawing. He lay quite still, with his hands behind his head, on the sofa across from James, who thought that he might actually get a chance at a quiet afternoon, this once.

But it wasn't to last. (You Take the High Road)

umm i can't tag ten people because i'd still be leaving too many out, basically if i've ever read and commented on your stuff i really wanna see yours lol. i know i need to tag at least @pauls1967moustache and @javelinbk though because 3/8 of these were written for you. and @theoldmixer is the only reason they exist. @surrealisticduvet i could probably quote yours back to you but i want to see them anyway :) oh please oh please if you got this far and i didn't tag you, yes i did i wanna see. give to me pls <3

[joyful-soul-collector]

The Two Faces Of January

Whatever my reactions are to this, blame @raven-rk they told me to watch it. Also if anyone wants to send me recs of oscar isaac movies to watch (or any movies?? you want my gay ass to react to??) go ahead and suggest em, I'm all ears. You too, can be responsible for an unhinged reaction post

All I know about this movie is the one sentence description on HBO MAX and that Oscar Isaac is in it let's GO motherfuckers

Oop there he is

Oh look its Aragorn

Everything Oscar is wearing rn? slut behavior

OH HIS SMILE IS SO CUTE LOOK AT HIM

Rydal is a cool name, stealing that

Oh he's a sneaky little man

I wish smoking weren't so bad for you, it's so damn aesthetic

Idk why Chester doesn't trust him, I mean he doesn't even know Rydal scammed him with that bracelet

Wait does he not trust him cuz he's a person of color. Is this mf just straight up racist. I wouldn't be surprised but still lol cmon bro

Who's this rando

Nice of him to try and return the bracelet he scammed em with lol

Oh shit we fightin'

Oh damn did he kill him?

Oh fuck yeah he ded

Oof, dad passed away only a MONTH ago? Poor guy

Is anyone gonna tell Colette what the hell is goin' on

KITTY

Love this guy scamming rich people, you go Rydal

KITTY

I enjoy the aesthetic of this movie a lot, lots of yellows and browns, makes the cooler colors pop well

Cool that he knows so many languages! I like Rydal so far, he's interesting

Oop Chester is d r o n k

Hope Chester doesn't still remind him of his dad, cuz then his dad would be an asshole...

Oh the intimacy of sharing a cigarette... Again, really wish it weren't so bad for you

I've said it once and I'll say it a million times over: men are always prettiest when they're a bit disheveled

RYDAL IS SO SWEET LOOK AT HIM HELPING THIS WOMAN OUT OF THE BUS

Oop he knooooows

God that bus is fuckin banger, I wanna turn that into a mobile home

Chester you mf, blackmailing Rydal like this

Oh Colette is adorable

Also Rydal's hair rn... Slut shit. Whore behavior

Rydal you sweetheart, standing up for Collette like that

OH THIS IS THAT MOMENT WHERE EVERYONE SAYS HE LOOKS LIKE JAKE LOCKLEY IN THE TANK TOP

I see it, 100%

Ok I hate Chester but his bedhead is 10/10

Jesus this guy has a real drinking problem

Oop Rydal to the rescue

Shiiiiit their pictures are in the paper

Why does this random kid think she can just take people's sunglasses???

HELL YEAH GET HIS ASS RYDAL

Oh they just walkin there huh

Love Zippo lighters, I can do a couple tricks with those, it's quite fun

BRUH WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU WHY'D YA DO THAT

OH SHIT FUCK SHIT IS SHE DEAD??

Ohhhhhhh no....

Wait is Rydal dead too? Did he fuckin kill Rydal? I thought he just knocked him out...

OH GOOD he's okay. He'll be pissed when he finds out about Colette tho

FUCK people saw Rydal leaving those ruins, they're gonna think he did it

Love it when people breathe smoke in the face of someone they hate, fuckin great. ONCE AGAIN, REALLY WISH CIGS DIDN'T KILL YOU

Hell yeah Rydal blackmail the shit outta him

OH SHIT MF ALMOST GOT THROWN OVERBOARD

SHIT fuck shit fuck they're looking for Rydal

Pfft hahaha he's like "if I get caught you're comin' down with me"

Oh damn he called him dad. Yeah his dad must've been right shit then

I forget airports didn't always have nine miles of security to get through

Called it, poor guy had a shit dad

Of COURSE Chester's out here like "forgive your dad everyone expects too much from dads, I hated my dad too"

Hell yeah get tf outta there Rydal

Aw dammit they got him. Hope he can get that confession he needs to be freed

Admit it, do it motherfucker

Ah shit he runnin

OH SHIT THEY SHOT HIM

Dammit I really hope he can get this fuckin confession outta him...

THANK YOU God the one good this Chester does in this whole movie

It's the breaking the cycleeeee, Chester hated HIS shit dad and Rydal hated HIS shit dad so now Chester's gonna be a not shit dad in his last moments mmmmmmmmm

Looks like he really does remind him of his dad in the end. And he went to his funeral in return for the confession

Interesting that he buried the bracelet with Chester instead of Colette. Something something, the immortality of fatherhood and metaphors about breaking cycles and literally burying his previous life and crimes with a man who embodied everything he hated, something something

That was a good movie I quite liked it! Good foreshadowing with the "he reminds me of my dad" comment at the very beginning. Viggo plays a great bad guy. Featuring Slutty Oscar, drunk off his ass Viggo, and poor Kirsten who did not deserve any bad things to happen to her ever, and yet they did

[celedyn]

Tournament of Ages 2023

Amid the hustle and bustle of stage hands scurrying about, there is the great, heavy sound of wheels on wood. A ramp is set up and a full sized grand piano is rolled onto stage. Absolutely no smaller instrument would do. 

Celedyn saunters onto the stage, passing by the puffing crew as they hurry away. He turns, staring very hard for several long moments until one rushes up with the matching bench seat, setting it before the ostentatious instrument. 

Celedyn continues to stare, his blue eyes moving from the seat to the stage hand and back again as they look on with tense confusion. Finally he sighs and nudges the bench with his foot, pushing it into precise parallel alignment. 

Celedyn lifts elegant hands, letting the manicured tips slide over the golden trim of the piano, scrutinizing the pristine white lacquer. He wrinkles his nose in repulsion as he finds a smudge and disdainfully polishes it away with his silken sleeve. 

Celedyn gives one more accusatory look back at the stage hands and sharply flips the bottom of his robe back, seating himself on the bench. He reaches into the breast pocket and withdraws a framed picture, setting it atop the instrument with a flourish.

Keen eyed audience members would spot that the portrait in question is of Celedyn himself, smiling brightly and in embrace with another man. A photograph of Magni Bronzebeard’s face has been unconvincingly pasted over the other figure’s head.

Celedyn gently kisses the tips of his fingers and touches them to Magni’s face. He flutters his eyelashes coquettishly at the picture, then turns to the audience and gives his most winning smile as his hands find their place on the keys and begin playing.

“You’ve got my lost brother's soul…My dear mother's eyes… A brown horse's mane… And my uncle's name.”

Celedyn gives an affectionate look to the crudely assembled Thane, his nose wrinkling slightly in amusement. Long fingers glide over the keys while he leans forward, as though singing to a lover seated atop the grandiose piano.

“You walked me down 14th Street, with a doctor to meet, after thoughts of the grave… In the home of the brave… And of the weak.”

Celedyn presses his lips into a thin line, head bowing as he strikes the keys a bit harder than needed, a thread of tension building in his shoulders before his eyes snap back up to the photo. 

“But– Why’d you have to break all my heart? Couldn't you have saved a little bit of it?”

Celedyn snatches up the photo with a stormy frown. As his hands leave the keys, a second pair shimmers into view, the enchantment continuing to accompany the high elf while leaving faintly glimmering trails in their wake.

“Why'd you have to break all my heart? … Couldn't you have saved a minor part?”

Celedyn huffs and rises, tossing his head as though he imagined his hair to be significantly longer and in need of haughty flipping. He looks out into the audience, one eyebrow lifting, his expression incredulous as he saunters to the edge of the stage.

“I could have clipped and saved and planted in the garden. Damn you, I guess I'll have to get a new one.”

Celedyn plops himself down on the edge of the stage. He lifts the picture once more, singing briefly to it, but seems touched by the absurdity of it all, casting sly glances out into the crowd; a barely contained smile crinkling the corners of his eyes.

“I'd love to sit and watch you drink, with the reins to the world, gripping a smoke… Vaguely missing link.”

Celedyn laughs and kicks off the edge of the stage down into the audience. He tosses the frame over his shoulder, ear giving a single flick as he hears the shatter of glass on stage. That’s a stagehand problem, not a Celedyn problem.

“Don't ever change, you hungry little bashful hound! I got the sheep poor Little Bo Peep has lost, and filed for grounds.”

Celedyn throws his arms wide as he steps out into the audience, hips swaying dramatically, platformed heels keeping the hem of his robe just, JUST above the snow as he leaves a shimmering trail in his wake. 

“But, why'd you have to break all my heart? Couldn't you have saved a little bit of it? Why'd you have to break all my heart? Couldn't you have saved a minor part?

Celedyn sighs and drapes an arm around the shoulders of %t, looking utterly exhausted but putting very little actual weight on them. He twists to stare beseechingly into their eyes as he sings, touching the tips of his fingers to his collarbone. 

“I could have ripped apart and thrown into the river… Wonder if there's hearts that will deliver?”

Celedyn gives a small, private smile to %t and stands on his own once more, fluffing his hair before tossing a bright smile out towards the audience as his voice builds in strength. 

“Don't ever change! Don’t ever worry, because I'm coming back home tomorrow!”

Celedyn closes his eyes and hugs himself, hands sliding over his arms as he seems to be reveling in the warmth of the moment. Blue eyes open, looking out to the distant horizon, expression bright, hopeful before he saunters back towards the stage once more.

“To 14th Street, where I won't hurry; and where I'll learn how to save, not just borrow! And they'll be rainbows! And we will finally know!”

Celedyn is suddenly startled out of his revelry as the wind picks up the photograph and blows the paper onto the side of his face. He tears it away, then stops as he realizes what he holds, staring at the paper in silence for several long moments.

Celedyn pulls himself back up onto the stage and stands. He scoops up the frame and carefully tucks the photo back into place, pinned under the shards of glass. 

Celedyn seats himself atop the piano, staring into the photograph, his expression pained. He turns to sprawl out dramatically across the pristine surface, setting the picture down only for the glass and photograph to fall out once more!

Celedyn scrambles to pick up the photo before the wind catches it again, clutching the paper to his chest as though it were unspeakably precious. He looks down at himself, betrayed by his own hands and frowns, returning once more to song.

“Why'd you have to break all my heart? Couldn't you have saved a little bit of it? Why'd you have to break all my heart? Couldn't you have saved a minor part it?”

Celedyn furrows his brow and suddenly tears the photo in half! Immediately his face fills with regret, staring horrified at what he’s done. An instant later- he’s digging into Magni’s half, ripping a messy oval to retrieve his face.

“Why'd you have to break all my heart? Couldn't you have saved a little bit of it?”

Celedyn reaches into his robe and opens a locket purchased from The Ephemeral Wagon. He hesitates, shoulders sinking, his expression distant. He collects his resolve, tucking the face into the locket; then tears out his own photo to fill the opposite frame.

“Why'd you have to break all my heart…?”

Celedyn glances sidelong and seems to notice the audience’s presence once more. He lifts his chin haughtily and snaps the locket shut, tucking it away. 

Celedyn scoots himself to the edge of the piano and hops down, trotting off stage as the enchantment dissipates, weakening before the music fades to empty silence. 

[spiky-bees-knees]

Hello? Is this thing on? I'm sitting on my throne at my workplace now and want to just talk to the void.

What makes a successful life? I've always thought that I didn't want a lot and that it would be easy to attain the few things I wanted in life. Perhaps if I was born a few years earlier.

I wont make this a complaint, I don't think even the void wants to listen to that sob story.

I think my simple dreams are just that. A small home where I can scream at my computer screen in peace without disturbing anybody else.

A place I can modify at will, and be alone as much as I want. Don't mistake my desire to be alone for someone who doesn't want to have a social life, I most certainly love talking (despite my poor conversational ability) to people, as well as making new friends.

I think it's probably mostly about control, I *feel* as though I've never been in control of my life. Though, I know I can really do whatever I want as a 29 year old able bodied man.

Woah, slow down, I'm already laying down the tracks for multiple directions I want to go and we're just at the start.

Before I start with the idea of control I think I need to talk about my relationship with my parents.

First and foremost I'll just state that I love my parents. Now that I've got that out of the way, I will say that I've definitely become disillusioned with my parents.

Growing up and until young adulthood I always saw my parents as perfection. My parents always knew everything. If I asked a question, whatever my parents answered is what I thought was the universal truth, why would I think otherwise?

However, now that I've reached my late 20s I've started realising that this really isn't the case. My father was someone I aspired to be. He was a genius who was also really funny, he worked very hard and made good money. Now in that place previously on a pedestal, I see a man who always has an answer, but states opinion as fact, and often says things that I know are incorrect. he so confidently just says things which is sometimes baffling. correcting him with factual information is disregarded, and It's gotten to the point where I don't even try to correct him anymore because there really isn't a point in doing so (as a side note, this is probably something people on the internet should do more often).

I often cannot stand being around my father anymore unless he's just making jokes (he is a funny guy), but if he starts making conversation it becomes less and less pleasant.

As for my mother, she is a fantastic, considerate person. She cares deeply for everyone and is also a very smart and hard worker...when she's sober.

My mother has a bit of a drinking problem which became exacerbated after she finished her struggle with quitting smoking.

When she's drunk she becomes a very petty and mean person who will often just flat out ignore you and give you the cold shoulder if you talk to her.

As someone who has never smoked or really even drunk alcohol, I can't imagine the struggles she has, but at the same time it is not an excuse for her behaviour and attitude.

This has caused a big rift between my sister and my mother (maybe I'll tell the void about this sometime).

With a lot of that out of the way I can give some context to the feeling of no control.

Earlier in my life I was quite the hyper kid, and my parents were always scolding me. I don't think that's an inherently bad thing, after all you have to direct your child in a direction in life (side note: I won't be having children so try not to jump down my throat about how to raise a kid because I won't be doing it anyways).

I would say the problem was that my parents ended up raising a kid who follows instructions and rules. Once again, this doesn't sound like a bad thing on the surface, but when all I know how to do is follow rules and instructions, then I'm awful at making independent decisions.

This even affects my relationships in life. If a friend asks me what I want to get for dinner, all I can really do is shrug and say whatever is fine. Or what activity I want to do "idk, whatever you want is fine". I know this is frustrating, but honestly I can't bring myself to make independent decisions. I have no idea what I am and am not allowed to do as ridiculous as this sounds.

Recently I've been trying to give myself permission to do things and this has been quite useful, but these things are usually small in scope.

This inability to make decisions has left me just kinda shuffling along in life every so often.

In my early 20s my mom told me some place was hiring nearby and so I applied and stayed at this awful job for 5 years. 12-14 hour shifts with no lunch breaks. I just stayed because I didn't know what I was allowed to do other than that job. They paid me only slightly above minimum wage and my year end "bonus" was a company wide lunch (as long as we rated well on our health inspection (which we did by being perfect little employees and following all the rules when the inspectors were around)).

Now I'm at a different, much better job (once again advised by my mother that this place was hiring). I've worked here for 5 years as well now and I'm starting to feel trapped, it is a nice job but I don't want to live in this city anymore, however, as someone with no education, I can't really move somewhere else and expect to get another job with equal pay. Not to mention Canada's housing prices (a topic for another time).

So let's circle back to where we started. What is a successful life? I just want a small home and a quiet life, while owning just a fancy computer and a decent internet connection. Unfortunately this seems to be out of my grasp ultimately. I also wish to make lots of friends online and expose myself to lots of new communities that I never even dreamed of, but where do I even begin with that? I've never been part of a community before.

This has gone on a lot longer than I was expecting this to but I'm glad I could just say this to the void. Can the void even read this? Hello? Ah well, until next time void.

[sasquapossum]

Henry Ford did us no favors by making cars available to more people. Most here probably know that he was also an awful racist, but then he also had some “ahead of his time” ideas about working-class pay. The mobility afforded by his cars has undeniably had many positive effects, but also undeniably many negative ones as well - from pollution to accident rates to civic layouts that drive social stratification and alienation. Truly, a complex man.

But that’s mostly “water under the bridge” and not what I really want to talk about. The real question is one that involves looking forward. How do we get out of this mess? That’s where I think many people have entirely wrong ideas, often expressed in ways that are offensive or even abusive. To see why, we have to look a bit more closely at how we got here, and I’ll start with TVs. Do you know why US TV standards were for a long time worse than those in Europe or Japan? It’s because we had already settled on the inferior standard before the better ones came along. Similar stories have played out with power plugs, wireless communications, and credit-card security. We didn’t just delay getting to a better place. We took detours that made getting there even harder.

Nowhere is this more true than with the current suburban landscape - lifeless tracts of single-family homes connected by “stroads” to the places where we actually work or shop or go for entertainment or even to visit people who live in other might-as-well-be islands. The part you can see in a picture is only the tip of the iceberg. Below that is the political/economic infrastructure. Towns are run by the people who live there, and it’s reasonable to argue that it should be no other way. (Sidebar: there’s a high correlation between superior transit infrastructure and a level of centralized government that would be unacceptable/unachievable in the US. I’ll just leave that there in the interest of brevity, but it’s highly relevant and you should think about it.) The problem is that “who lives there” is often the owners of those single-family homes, millions who have a very strong economic incentive not to make the kind of changes that others might clamor for. In short, suburbanization has made it harder to get to a less car-centric world than if we had never undergone that transition. That’s just like the TV example, and why I started by talking about Henry Ford. We’re a bit stuck.

How do we get unstuck? Certainly not by listening to people who focus only on the endpoint, hand-waving either over any route to that destination or that the pain that transition might cause to others. Always to others. Never to themselves. Here’s the thing: being born in a city with better walkability and/or transit infrastructure, living there through no initiative of your own, confers no moral high ground. That goes double when the city being that way is itself a bit of an accident (see previous paragraph). Having moved to such a place is a little better - at least some initiative was involved - but doesn’t solve the problem where it already exists. It works for some, but can’t accommodate all. It’s literally running away from the problem, which is not necessarily anything to be proud of.

It’s all too easy for people in favored circumstances to say we should just make owning cars or single-family homes less pleasant, but it sounds like a non-smoker who would ban smoking or a non-drinker who would ban drinking or a sexual repressive who would legislate others’ sexual or gender or reproductive choices. It’s a fundamentally un-empathetic and elitist way to be. BTW there might well be good reasons to ban smoking or drinking. It might well be possible to implement some restrictions on cars without unduly burdening the poor or disabled or elderly (Barcelona sets a good example IMO). But none of that justifies being a moralizing jerk to people whose only sin was being born into a different situation. If you haven’t had to face their choices, at least spend one moment trying to appreciate how things look from their perspective.

Finally, the lesson here is one that should already be familiar: the outward manifestations (too many cars and single-family homes) and the structures that sustain them (political organization and financial incentives) are connected. Inextricably. You can’t fix one while ignoring the other. You can’t make things better overall by inflicting a different harm on a different group of people. Even if that were morally supportable (it’s not) you would immediately encounter overwhelming resistance. Those millions of homeowners aren’t going to act against their own economic self interest for the sake of people who treat them like shit.

You have to start by unwinding some of those power structures. Roll back some of those financial incentives for building and buying ever-bigger houses. Democratize education, since local funding and the resulting inequity are primary reasons why many move from cities to suburbs. Stop handing out tax and infrastructure subsidies for office buildings and big-box stores.  Find and enable those few who will speak up in town meetings or be on zoning boards that support forward measures, because they can afford to. Demonizing such people as “just more rich folks” isn’t helpful. There are differences and divisions in other groups just as there are in your own. Once the supports are weakened, then it becomes possible to enact the kinds of changes we want. In places where that has already happened (or always been the case) people want to live in mixed-income mixed-use environment-friendly communities, but that doesn’t magically happen without addressing the prerequisites first.

These changes can all be made cooperatively and compassionately toward all who will be affected. It does happen. The path that results might be more circuitous than some would like, but that’s the way life often turns out. You can’t just will your way through a literal physical thicket full of thorns, and you can’t just will your way through the political thicket either. You have to plan, and bring the right tools, and sometimes you just have to go around. The rest of the world is not your servant. Your desire alone is not enough to make anything happen, no matter how loudly you express it.

[prinxejeanne]

Goody drabble of reader and Chase puhlease! And congrats on 100 Jeanne. You deserve the world <333 /p

YOU'RE SO SWEET SARDS, AHHH- ANYWAY, HERE YOU GO HOME SLICE <3 /p

[[Chase Brody drabble, Chase x Reader, written as a request for my 100 follower milestone! In this, the reader already has an established relationship (because this is a drabble and I need soft cuddles).]]

[[Warnings: divorce mention, BRIEF vomit mention, alcoholism mention (because this is about Chase Brody), and a fluffy ficlet written by an affection-starved queer person sjsjsj]]

Chase was curled up on his couch when you walked into your shared apartment, a line of drool slipping from the corner of his open (and snoring) mouth as he slept the day away.

It was kind of cute, but you were bored and wanted to hang out. Time to wake him up.

"Chase, honey," you began with a chuckle, shaking him awake, "you passed out already? It's not even noon yet!"

Still half-asleep, the sleepy father checked his watch and sat upright suddenly. "Shit, I didn't even realize," he responded with a groggy chuckle. "Morning, hot stuff."

He didn't smell like alcohol, which was a good sign- the poor guy had been having some serious drinking problems ever since he and his ex wife split up, and it seemed as if he was only sober when his kids were dropped off every other weekend.

You knew it had to be hard on him, but it seemed as if he was starting to get a little better after you two finally started dating.

Thank god.

You were completely infatuated with the man, but cleaning up his puke at 3am was getting a little exhausting after a while.

You chuckled softly at the nickname, before standing up and helping him off the couch.

"What did you want to eat?" you asked, giving him a couple pecks on the cheek and leading him to the kitchen.

"You," he replied with a cheeky grin, quickly followed with you (playfully) slapping his arm.

"For breakfast, love," you teased, quickly brushing through his short messy hair with your fingers.

"Mmh, pancakes sound good... I'll help you make them!"

You snorted slightly, and shook your head. "You can wash some dishes for me, but I don't trust you with the stove," you giggled. "Last time you tried, the apartment was filled with smoke."

"Wh- It's not my fault I forgot to turn on the fan that one time," he whined, the playful grin on his face giving away his puppydog ruse.

You kissed his temple, and then motioned towards the sink. "Dishes, loverboy," you instructed lightheartedly.

The two of you worked in a comfortable silence, occasionally pecking each other on the cheek and giggling quietly.

Once you started on the pancake batter, a playful grin spreads across your boyfriend's face. You narrow your eyes at him.

"What're you planning, handsome?" you ask, suspicious of the mischief in his eyes.

"Oh, nothing at all! Just looking at my sexy partner," he replies innocently, only making your suspicion rise.

"Uhuh. Does it have anything to do with the batter I'm making?"

Chase's grin widens, and you yelp slightly as he suddenly flicks a tiny bit of the tan mixture onto your shirt. "Oops! You spilled a little bit, honey!" he giggled, followed by a playful smile spreading on your own face.

"Oh yeah? Guess that means I should beat your ass with this whisk in my hand, huh?" you chuckled, Chase's eyes widening as you used the whisk to flick a bit more of the batter on his own shirt.

"You wouldn't dare!" he responded with mock offense, causing the both of you to chuckle.

After a moment of hesitation just to throw him off, you suddenly lunged at Chase with the batter-covered whisk and a laugh. He jumps out of the way last-minute, yelping slightly and hurrying over to the front room. You chase after him (no pun intended) and end up tackling him after stumbling over an empty beer can.

"No, don't cover me in batter!" he protested, despite the laugh erupting from his chest as you waved the whisk inches from his face.

"Do you yield?" you cried out dramatically, followed by another soft giggle.

"I yield, I yield!" he yelps as you gently poke his side with a finger. You let Chase go, and he pulls you in by the waist for a long kiss on the lips. "God, I love you."

You grin and shower his face in soft kisses before wrapping your arms around him fully and resting your chin on his shoulder.

"I love you more, handsome," you whisper, before planting a soft kiss on the shell of his ear.

He chuckles a bit, holding you for a moment before perking his head up slightly and sniffing.

"Hey- do you smell smoke?"

[silversatoru]

Ok ok- don’t judge me but get this- College AU, Where Ereh and his friends all go to a nearby maid cafe and turns out his s/o works there, and his s/o is wearing a EXTREMELY short maid outfit and she starts to flirt with Eren’s friends, and basically Eren had enough and dragged his s/o to a bathroom stall, and fucked them calling y/n their little slut, etc. and fucked them so hard they couldn’t work the rest of the day- BYE- 🏃🏻‍♀️ 💨 🚪

maid cafe

a/n: i would never judge you for this???? your mind is incredible and this idea has corrupted my brain for days,, please send more of your wonderful ideas to my inbox. and please let me know what u think bc i truly hope i did u proud

eren yeager x female maid cafe!reader

synopsis: eren and his friends go to a maid cafe and his new girlfriend is their waitress — so he drags her to the bathroom and makes sure she knows who she belongs to

tags/warnings: smut, dom/sub, degrading, mild humiliation, mirror sex, public sex, mentions of drug use

word count: 3.4k

“hey, we should check out that maid cafe downtown. i heard the waitresses are fine,” jean smirked as he proposed the idea, passing a blunt he’d just finished rolling over to eren.

eren graciously accepted the weed, but clicked his tongue and rolled his eyes at jean’s new idea for their friday night. a maid cafe wasn’t particularly up his alley -- he’d just started dating you a few weeks ago and didn’t have any interest in drooling over other women all night. but he was bored and if everyone else wanted to go, he supposed he’d tag along too.

“hell yeah, pretty girls in short skirts sounds good to me,” connie jived, a giddy smile on his face as he blew out some smoke from his own blunt.

“don’t you think that kind of place is a little disrespectful, guys? we shouldn’t view women as-”

“you’re too uptight armin, maybe we can find a nice girl to suck you off and loosen you up a little bit” jean laughed and cut him off as the blonde boy continued to give his immature friends a disapproving look.

“whatever i’m in, just let me finish this first,” eren held up his blunt and took another long drag, “i wont be able to stand you assholes all night if im not high”.

the four of them hung around their shared four-bedroom college apartment a little longer, finishing up their smoke sesh and flinging half-assed insults at one another. the sky was already getting dusky by the time they actually left and were walking through the small, bustling town surrounding their campus. the cafe wasn’t too far, maybe a thirty minute walk, but it was a beautiful spring night and shit, gas is expensive.

armin’s face was horribly flushed when they finally arrived and entered the front door, the poor boy completely unable to even make eye contact with the hostess standing in front of them. his shyness earned him a swift elbow from eren — his way of telling the blonde boy to relax a little bit.

the young hostess spoke to them in a sing-song tone, her hair perfectly curled to frame her face and her cheeks pink with blush. connie and jean completely ate up everything she was doing, gawking at her like a bunch of losers who hadn’t gotten laid in way too long — which is exactly what they were. eren was almost relieved when she finally sat them at a table and walked away, because he couldn’t stand to listen to jeans' horrendous attempt at flirting any longer.

everything on the menu had cute names that matched the theme of the cafe, and while eren and armin browsed the options, connie and jean continued to whisper about the different waitresses and which one they hoped they got.

as for you, it had been a pretty uneventful night, normal customers and nothing too crazy — that was until you walked up to the newest table you were assigned and saw your boyfriend and his friends sitting around the booth. eren and you hadn’t been dating all that long, a few weeks at most, and you hadn’t even met any of these friends yet. anxiety began to pool in your chest, but you tried your best to put on your best voice and greet them like they were any other table — after all, eren was staring so intently at the menu that he hadn't even noticed you yet.

“welcome home, masters! can i get any drinks for you?” you push your voice up to a high octave and make sure to draw out the word masters — it was the opening line that every waitress was required to use by the cafe.

two of the four boys are ogling at you so intensely that they might as well have drool hanging off their desperate lips. a third boy is keeping his eyes fixated on the table as if he doesn’t want to look at you — which is something you’re not quite used to. and eren is staring at you with his mouth gaping open, which he quickly shuts before any of his friends can notice.

he decided to sit back and watch, an amused look on his face as you continue to flaunt your extra-girly facade. he decides that now isn’t a great time for introductions to his bonehead friends — plus he knows you’re nothing like this in real life, so it’s entertaining to watch you act so out of character.

not to mention you look hot as fuck in your skimpy maid outfit — the tight corset-like top hugged your breasts perfectly and your skirt was so short he could practically see the base of your ass cheeks. he could definitely get used to seeing you like this.

but his amusement quickly started to fade as connie and jean shamelessly showered you in compliments and flirted with you like their lives depended on it. and what makes it worse is you’re playing along — he gets that it’s your job but still, can’t you just tell them to shut the fuck up?

he shoots the two idiots across from him a dirty look as soon as you walk away, “hey dumbasses, cut the girl a break”.

“hey man, i didn't hear you call dibs or anything,” connie raised an eyebrow at him.

“yeah dude, we’re just fucking around, chill,” jean added, a light laugh hanging off his last word.

eren couldn’t do anything but roll his eyes in response. he didn’t want to outright expose your relationship yet but he wouldn’t be able sit here and watch this all night either.

his blood was practically boiling when you returned with a tray full of their drinks. connie and jean turned their charms right back on for you, and fuck, if he had to hear you call them “master” one more time he was gonna lose his mind.

“armin get the fuck out of the booth,” he glared at the blonde boy, practically pushing him out of the booth so he could get to you.

armin yet out a small yelp, clambering out of his seat and letting eren climb out after him. the dark haired boy gave you the sweetest smile, but his eyes were lit up like flames.

“hey, mind showing me where the bathrooms are?”

you find yourself frozen in place for just a second, but quickly recover and give him a quick “of course master, follow me!”

the two of you walk to the bathroom in silence, but you can practically feel the heat radiating off of eren.

when you reached the restrooms you opened the door for him and bowed your head, but he grabbed your wrist and yanked you inside behind him, earning a small yelp from you. you noticed him snap the lock down behind him, and before you could even question his motives you were backed into a wall with his lips working roughly against yours.

“so this is what you do all day? walk around with your ass hanging out while calling people master?” he growled in your ear while moving down towards your neck and placing violent kisses along the sensitive skin.

“i- ah- if it bothers you-“ you breath out between gasps, your hands pressed defensively to his chest, “god, you reek of pot, eren”.

“no, it doesn't bother me, i love watching you flirt with other men. but let me remind you who you actually belong to now,” he murmured, voice dripping with sarcasm as he nibbled up to your ear and his hands fondled with the zipper at the back of your uniform.

“eren!” a strangled yelp leapt from your throat as he unzipped you and let your costume fall around your ankles.

for a second you thought about trying to stop him, but his hot lips against your cool skin was starting to win you over. your neck was undoubtedly covered in bruised love marks now, your skin aching in the most beautiful way.

“take it all off,” he mumbled into your ear as he snapped the strap of your bra against your skin.

“we’re in a bathroom eren, i don’t-“ you tried to reason with him, but any inkling of a rational thought was long gone from his mind.

“what’s with all the protests? you had no problem following orders when my friends were the ones giving them,” he cocked an eyebrow at you and lifted his loose shirt over his head in one swift motion.

you could have retorted or made a jab back at him, but your attention was caught up in the perfect lines of eren’s physique. between the sculpted curves of each of his muscles, his dark hair tied in a loose knot at the base of his neck, and the evil smirk across his lips, you were rendered indefensible. everything about eren was so intoxicating, and the idea of letting him have his way with you right now, in this bathroom, was starting to sound less and less like a bad idea. you weren’t sure how long you’d been staring and admiring when his lusty voice filled your ears again.

“did you forget how to use that pretty mouth of yours? i’m sure i can give you a little refresher,” he faked a frown and pointed to the floor with his index finger.

without a shred of reluctance you sunk to his feet. he had you in a state of utter compliance now, and all he had to do was mutter a few arrogant words and take off his shirt — you were almost ashamed, almost.

after a few smooth movements of his fingers against the drawstrings of his sweats, the tip of his member was hanging mere centimeters from your face. you glanced up at him with giant eyes as he stared down at you with his clouded ones. between his raging hunger for your body and the high that was still clouding his mind, there wasn't a single coherent thought in eren’s head other than the way your lips would feel wrapped around his cock.

“open up, princess. if you wanna act like a slut, i’ll treat you like one,” he grabbed the back of your head and forced it forward.

your lips parted without even thinking, and he thrusted his full length down your throat without any warning. you were left coughing and sputtering, the walls of your throat constricting against his cock and sending a few curses from his lips.

he slowed down slightly after that, but kept a steady pace as he mouth-fucked you until tears were leaking down your cheeks. you were gagging and coughing and your face was stained with salty saline but you loved every second of it. his head rolled back as raspy grunts fell from between his teeth, his fist tightening at your scalp.

after he thought you’d finally had enough he pulled back and released your hair from his steel grip. his cock was aching now, coated in a thick layer of your sticky saliva and yearning for more.

“get on the counter,” he ordered, and you scrambled to your feet in a way that was embarrassingly desperate.

you boosted yourself up onto the cool countertop, positioned perfectly between two sinks and leaning back against the mirror. eren placed a firm grip on each of your legs, shoving them open and snickering at the slick patch of fabric between your thighs.

“you like being treated like a whore, don’t you?” he clicked his tongue off the roof of his mouth and reached down at your panties before yanking them off in one fell swoop.

he squatted down so his face was level with your cunt, sticking out his tongue and dragging it up to your clit with antagonizing slowness. he moved the warm muscle up and down, sliding it between your folds and in circles around your clit — but his tongue was just barely making contact. and every time you bucked your hips towards him, begging and yearning for just a little more he’d pull his head back and click his tongue at you.

you were aching, leaking, and so incredibly needy for him and he knew it. he’d transformed you into the crumpled mess laying before him in a matter of minutes, and he was very proud of it.

“i’d start begging if i were you, or i’ll leave you here like this — a stupid broken slut with no one to fuck her,” he stood up and cocked his head to the side before beginning to tease your entrance with a single finger.

“ah- eren, please! i’ll do whatever you want,” you whimpered at him, a pitiful look on your face.

“eren? you know you’re not supposed to call customers by their name here,” he shook his head, “you’ll have to do better than that”.

“please- master, use me however you want. just please fuck me already”.

that seemed to suffice for eren, because after that it didn’t take long for him to shealth himself inside you and have your sweaty back slamming into the glass mirror behind you. strangled moans and pitiful whimpers slipped from between your lips, your eyes rolling back into your head in complete bliss. he’d teased and tormented you for so long that the sudden intense stimulation was almost too much.

he fucked himself into you so hard you thought you might break — your legs ached and your back hurt from awkwardly leaning into the mirror. but those feelings were quickly pushed to the back of your head because the overwhelming pleasure was so forceful that you could barely focus on anything else. eren’s length was grinding deep into your aching caverns so good that it was completely clouding your brain.

you let out a stifled gasp when he abruptly pulled out, leaving you feeling empty and aching for more.

“why-,” your voice was so destitute and so, so desperate.

“shut up and stand in front of me,” he commanded, pulling you off the counter and twisting you so you were facing the bathroom mirror.

“look at yourself in the mirror and watch me fuck you,” he practically snarled, placing a palm on your back and pushing your chest down against the counter, “look at how much of a slut you are for me”.

the only response that came out of your mouth was a tiny whine of acceptance — it was pathetic.

a breathy moan fell from your lips as he slid back in, and your cheeks blushed a dark shade of red as you watched yourself get fucked from behind. it was embarrassing, humiliating even, having to see yourself like this, but what made it even worse was that you fucking liked it.

“look at yourself,” he nodded towards the mirror, picking up his pace and tightening his grip on your hips, “just a dumb whore who’s good for nothing but taking orders from other people”.

“only- you!” you let out a strangled yelp.

“what was that? i don’t think i heard you,” he thrusted hard, reaching deeper than he had the entire time and then leaning over your back so his head was positioned right next to yours.

“say it again,” he murmured, burning holes through your eyes with how intensely he was staring at you in the mirror.

“i’m a dumb whore, but only for- you,” you repeated, squirming and whining at the painful pleasure he was forcing into you.

“that’s right,” he flashed you a satisfied grin, standing back up and resuming his original pace.

the sudden shift had you clawing at the smooth countertops — desperately wishing you had a pillow or sheet to grasp onto for some kind of support. you flinched when you felt a couple of his cool fingertips find your clit, immediately rubbing hasty circles around the sensitive bundle of nerves.

“i want you to come for me,” he locked eyes with you in the mirror again, “and i want you to think about how i’m the only one who will ever make you feel this good the entire time”.

his words were harsh but they sounded like honey when they flowed through your pathetically devoted ears. between his consistent thrusts and the pads of his fingers working their magic, you were a pitiful mess of whimpers and moans in a matter of minutes. your body twitching and legs shaking as you mumbled his name over and over — it was the only word your brain could comprehend right now.

seeing you like that nearly pushed eren over the edge himself, but he forced himself to last a little longer, wanting to milk your orgasm for everything that it was. he was genuine when he said no one else would ever make you feel the way he could — your head was spinning and your body was on a high that felt like it would never end.

only once your body finally fell limp and tired, signifying that your climax had ended, did he pull out and spray his seed all over your exposed back. you were a sticky, sweaty mess and your legs didn’t have the strength to stand even after eren was done coming down from his own high.

your face was buried in your arms when you felt a wet paper towel cleaning up the mess of semen off your back. eren tossed the towel into the garbage and wrapped his arms under your torso so he could help your pitiful self stand up. you let out a few pained whimpers, stumbling into his arms and wrapping your hands around his neck.

“that bad, huh? how are you gonna go back out there and work for all your masters? i’m sure they’re waiting,” he smirked at you, and there was no sympathy in his voice.

“i- i don’t think i can,” you whined, clinging to him as your legs continued to shake underneath you.

eren shook his head and clicked his tongue, helping you over to your clothes and assisting you with getting back into your uniform. even after getting dressed your legs refused to work — you were a shaky, stumbling mess. you sat in a pitiful heap against the tiled wall while you watched eren get his own clothes back on.

“i think you might need a new job,” he snickered, squatting down and lifting you onto his back once he was dressed.

you graciously climbed onto his back, arms wrapping around his neck and burying your face into his neck, “yeah, yeah i’ll get a new job”.

“good idea, because everyone’s about to see how pathetic you are as we walk through the cafe,” he wrapped his arms back under your backside to support your weight.

“there’s a back exit right down the hall, please take that one,” you begged, “please”.

“well. since you asked so nicely and did so well i guess you deserve that,” he complied, exiting the bathroom and following your directions to the back door.

but because you have the worst luck in the world, one of the cafe managers came walking right around the corner just as the two of you were about to leave. you buried your head deeper into eren’s neck, unbearable amounts of embarrassment and shame flooding your veins.

“hey man, she quits, sorry!” eren yelled and handled it for you, dashing out the back door before the manager could even comprehend what he’d just seen.

“thank you,” you mumbled into his shirt, and you were truly thankful that you didn’t have to speak for yourself in there.

“no problem, princess,” he adjusted one of his hands so he could squeeze your ass, making you jump against his back, “let’s head back to my house for round two, yeah?”

“r-round two?” you stuttered.

you could barely handle round one, and he was ready to go again? how!?

“i’m joking, relax. let’s go watch a movie or something,” he chuckled, hoisting you higher on his back and beginning your long walk back to his apartment.

you sighed and sunk into his back, that sounded nice. there was a huge difference in how eren acted earlier and how he was acting now, but you were a sucker for both personalities. you expected college to consist of classes and work and maybe a few new friends but meeting eren yeager was sure to make it a lot more interesting.

[the-iceni-bitch]

Territory Getting Hotter

Pairing: Carol Danvers x enhanced!Fem Reader

Words: ~2.9k

Summary: You’ve made another mess for the Avengers and they find out about your relationship with Captain Danvers

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (fe receiving oral sex, use of toys, squirting, overstimulation, light dom aspects), mentions of canon level violence, SMUT!!!! 18+ ONLY!!!!

A/N: I love these two!!! Dom!Carol is it you guys, wow. Also, reader is such a massive pain in the ass and I love her for it, I can’t wait to piss off every single Avenger with her antics.

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You beamed at Carol when she walked into the kitchen, still bleary eyed from sleep as she stretched and ran a hand through her hair.

“Hey babe!” You grinned at her. “Guess who made pancakes?”

“You’re the best sweetie.” She murmured, wrapping around your back and nuzzling into your hair. “We’ll make a housewife out of you yet.”

You laughed as she moved to pour herself some coffee when there was a sudden pounding on the front door.

“Danvers!!” A low voice shouted through the door. “Open up, its Rogers!!”

“Shit!” She hissed, looking around frantically as she tried to find someplace to stash you.

“Would you relax?” You said as you rolled your eyes at her. “He has to find out sometime.”

“Yeah, but not today! He already sounds pissed. One second!!” She shouted back, throwing on some sweats. “Just find somewhere to hide, I don’t feel like dealing with this today.”

She moved to open the door as you shook your head at her, weighing your hiding place options.

“Hey Steve, what’s up?” She said, nonchalantly as she let him inside.

“What’s up? Have you watched the news yet this morning?” He seethed as he stormed into the kitchen.

“Oh no. What did she do?” Carol said, taking a deep breath and cursing you in her head for whatever shit storm you’d started now.

“I can’t even talk about it, I’m so mad.” He growled, moving to pour himself a cup of coffee without even asking. “Even Stark was pissed, and he’s usually pretty lenient.”

“Uh-huh.” Carol said as she chewed on her lip and nibbled on a piece of bacon.

“She managed to drag Thor into it, too. We may have to move her to a full time handler, one that she can’t corrupt.” He said, starting to calm down a little bit. “We’re having a meeting about it in 30 minutes, just wanted you to be prepared. How would you feel about taking her on?”

Carol heard a snort from somewhere in the apartment and did her best not to whip around to find you. Unfortunately Steve heard it to with his damn super soldier hearing.

“What was that?” He hissed, his eyes darting all over the quarters.

“Uh, my smoke alarm’s been acting up.” Carol muttered, trying to usher him out the door. “I’ll think about it, see you soon!”

She slammed the door closed and started searching for you.

“What the fuck did you do, baby?” She asked, scanning the apartment for you.

“Y’know, I think I’m gonna leave that for a surprise.” She heard from above her head and shot her gaze upwards.

You had somehow managed to wedge yourself into a tiny corner in the ceiling of the hallway leading to her bedroom. She was giving you a disapproving look as you dropped to the floor with a grunt and grinned at her.

“You think you can handle me babe?” You said as you moved to the bedroom to get dressed.

——————————————————————————

The two of you were sitting across from each other in the conference room half an hour later, trying to act like you didn’t fuck each other’s brains out every chance you got.

Or, at least Carol was. You were sliding your foot up the inside of her leg as she glared murderously at you and you just grinned like an idiot. She shook her head at you and turned to look at the giant screen where Tony was pulling up the surveillance footage as the rest of the team gave you exasperated glances.

“Oh, here we go, we’re getting to the good part.” Tony said, giving you a meaningful look as he slowed the footage down. “Now who’s this guy you just punched in the face and then threw across the club like a rag doll?”

“I think that’s the Duke of Edinburgh.” You said with a shrug, leaning back in your chair.

“No, that’s the Duke of Sussex, y’know, the queen’s nephew.” Nat said as she took a long drink of her coffee, looking exhausted.

“Oh shit, really?” You said, still grinning like an idiot. “Whoops.”

“And wait, here’s where Point Break blows all the lights in the club, which he says was your idea, so the two of you can make a run for it.” Stark said when the video suddenly went black.

“We weren’t making a run for it, we were pursuing our suspect.” You said, staring daggers at Thor as he tried to sink into his chair.

“Uh-huh, and did you catch your suspect?” Steve said through gritted teeth.

“Yeah, he’s in holding right now.” You said with a shrug.

“What?! Why wasn’t that in your report?” Rogers said as he started to dig through the pile of paperwork in front of him.

“I haven’t completed the report yet, Captain Rogers.” You said lightly. “I made sure to update Captain Danvers though.”

“Let’s not get off track, this is about you assaulting a member of the royal family.” Tony said as he tried to redirect the conversation.

“He assaulted me first! He grabbed my ass and made some very ungentlemanly comments about what he would do if he got me in his car.” You said, pouting as you rested your head on your hands.

“He did grab her ass, Stark. I saw it.” Thor piped up before Rogers shot him a look and he went back to inspecting his coffee.

“So you threw him? That seems like a bit of an overreaction.” Tony said with an uncomfortable shrug.

“It’s a reflex, Stark.” You said, your eyes rolling back in your head as the other women frowned at him. “Sorry, I don’t think putting up with sexual harassment is in my job description.”

“Ok, ok fine. Nat, is there anyway you can spin this?” Stark said, turning to Romanoff as she let out a deep sigh.

“Yeah, the man is a pretty notorious dog, shouldn’t be too hard.” She muttered.

“Great! Excellent meeting team, see y’all at the next one!” You said, starting to stand up before Steve turned his attention to you.

“No, we still need to discuss your recklessness, Y/L/N.” He seethed, shooting you a scowl that you returned with a mocking air that had Carol trying to hold back a snort. “I’ve thought about it a lot and I think the best course is to have you under more direct supervision. I considered splitting up you and Odinson but I feel like that would just spread the chaos around after how much you’ve corrupted him.”

You shot a grin and a wink at Thor that he returned as the two of you finally relaxed, but Steve was still talking.

“So, Danvers is going to be accompanying you on your missions now. I feel like her levelheaded attitude is just what’s needed to keep you two in line.” He said with a satisfied smirk.

“Uh, you sure Danvers is the best choice there, Cap?” Tony said whole Nat snickered into her coffee.

“Yeah, why wouldn’t she be?” Steve said as he looked around at everyone’s amused expressions with confusion.

“They’re fucking each other Steve.” Nat said nonchalantly, sending Steve into a spluttering fit as you started cackling and Carol just rolled her eyes and groaned.

“What?!” Rogers roared, his eyes moving frantically between you and Carol as you grinned at him like an idiot. “How long has this been happening?”

“Six months.” Carol said resignedly, taking a gulp of coffee as she shrugged uncomfortably. “Didn’t really feel like dealing with the paperwork.”

“Si... six months?” Steve groaned, burying his face in his hands. “And you didn’t think that might be a conflict of interest?”

“Don’t worry Cap, Danvers is quite the disciplinarian.” You said with a wicked grin as you waggled your eyebrows suggestively.

Carol growled at you and gave you a meaningful look, and you just rolled your eyes at her before leaning back on your chair and propping your boots on the conference table.

“Well... shit.” Steve sighed, running his palm over his face in exasperation. “I guess Bucky can probably oversee some of your ops, and I’ll take over the rest of them. What?”

You and Thor both groaned at that, rolling your eyes at each other.

“Just, Barnes? Could you pick a bigger stick in the mud?” You said with a shrug. “I mean, we get it dude. You were tortured by evil scientists for years who turned you into a mindless killing machine, who wasn’t? And, I love you Steve, but do you even drink?”

“Ok, we’re gonna head out now.” Carol said as she frowned at you, stepping between you and Steve before a real fight broke out. “Guess we’ll report to HR as soon as we can.”

“Uh-huh.” Rogers mumbled, pouting a little as she ushered you out of the room.

Nat followed after the two of you lazily, shaking her head at Steve and Tony as Stark and Thor tried to assure the Captain that he was loads of fun to be around and a blast at all their parties.

“Congrats again you two.” She said with a grin as she split down a different hallway to her own quarters.

“Thanks Nat! You ever gonna tell him about you and Wilson?” You yelled after her, laughing when she flipped you off over her shoulder. “Told ya they knew, babe.”

“Yeah.” She mumbled before grinning at you. “So, you beat up a royal?”

“Shit. In my defense, I didn’t know he was a royal until after I threw him.” You said, following her down the hall back to her apartment. “I thought he was just a smarmy asshole.”

“That’s the problem, sweetheart.” She purred over her shoulder. “You never consider the consequences of your actions.”

“That’s all I think about, babe.” You said with a wicked grin as you waited for her to open the door.

“And now you’re dragging poor Thor into your messes.” She tutted, shaking her head at you as she closed the door and stripped off her jacket. “If I didn’t know better I’d think you had a little crush on that himbo.”

“If you didn’t know better?” You beamed at her, starting to unbutton your jeans and step out of your boots. “Honey, he’s a literal god. I have a massive crush on him.”

“Oh, are you trying to make me jealous?” She ripped off her tank top and threw it aside. “Cuz I’m already pissed at you.”

“Yeah? What’re you gonna do about it?”

She stepped forward and gripped your jaw tightly, smashing her mouth to yours as she started steering you towards the bedroom. You yelped when she tossed you on the bed, grinning as she climbed on top of you.

“You’re such a bad girl.” She growled at you, ripping your bra off in one quick motion.

You screamed when she slapped your tit harshly, the stinging sensation warming your chest while she bent to open the top drawer of the nightstand.

“I am. I’m fucking horrible.” You gasped as she rifled around. “What are you doing?”

She grinned at you as she straightened back up, holding a set of extra shiny looking restraints.

“These are vibranium.” She cooed as she grabbed your wrists and dragged them above your head, hooking them through the headboard as you panted underneath her. “I stole them from R and D, and there’s no way even you can break out of them.”

“Yeah, we’ll see.” You said around a smirk, giving your hands a test yank and nodding appreciatively as Carol shackled each of your feet to the opposing bedposts.

She bit her lip as she stared at you, your legs spread wide over the bed and making your back arch. You moaned as she tore off your panties and slapped your pussy, your muscles twitching as arousal seeped out of you.

“Mmm, you look so good like this.” She mumbled, sliding down until she was laying between your thighs. “Can’t decide whether I should edge you all night or make you come so many times you forget your own name.”

She ran her tongue over your slit in a heavy stripe and you let out a shriek as you came as soon as she reached your clit. She pressed your hips into the mattress as she lashed her tongue against your bundle of nerves, making your legs quiver with the strain of your orgasm.

“Looks like you made my decision for me.” She grinned at you before diving back in.

Her tongue swirled through your folds expertly, sucking your lips into your mouth and humming against you as your pussy started clenching around nothing. She wrapped her lips around your clit and you came again with a sob as your limbs pulled against the restraints, your body trying to arch off the bed.

She shoved her tongue inside you and you screamed as another orgasm crashed over you when her teeth brushed against your tiny bundle of nerves. Carol kept curling her tongue inside you as you vibrated underneath her, moaning as your release flowed into her mouth and soaked her chin.

“Fuck, Carol!” You whined as she sat up between your legs and lightly ran her fingers over your inner thighs. “That was almost too much.”

“Oh, we’re not done yet.” She smirked as she watched you panting underneath her, reaching for the bedside table again while you squirmed.

“Hey!” you exclaimed as she pulled out a massive dildo from the drawer of toys. “Is that my stormbreaker? I’ve been looking for that!”

“Yeah, well I wanted to see what all the fuss was about.” She murmured before dragging the length on the thing through your slick coated folds, making you keen. “Did you know this thing comes with a thruster?”

“Yeah, why do you think I bought it?” You teased before your eyes rolled back in your head as she shoved it inside you.

She started fucking you with the toy at a punishing pace, grinning as you came apart like putty in her hands. Tears started leaking down your cheeks when she turned the vibrating function on and angled it so it was teasing against your clit with each push.

You whined as she bent over you and wrapped her lips around your nipple and swirled her tongue around it. She grinned against your chest as you tried to arch into her mouth, your restraints still holding you in place.

“Mmm, you gonna come again baby?” She muttered, nipping at the curve of your breast as your body started twitching, your release looming over you as you sobbed wordlessly. “Do it, you look so pretty when you fall apart.”

She twisted her wrist and you shrieked as your pussy fluttered wildly, your release leaking out around the dildo and pooling on her sheets. Your cried as she kept fucking you through it, wet sloshing sounds filling her bedroom as the toy slid in and out of you easily.

You let out an inhuman wail when she turned on the thruster and you felt the tip of the toy punch you in the cervix, coming again immediately as your body writhed wildly.

“Shit, I see why you love this thing.” She smirked as she kissed her way up your chest, still shoving the toy into your overworked cunt as your body went lax, your head polling to the side and drool leaking from the corner of your mouth. “You think about Thor fucking you when you use this, babe? Maybe I should bring him in here to fuck you stupid while I watch, would you like that?”

You just mumbled stupidly as your body shook with another orgasm, sinking into the bed in your fucked out state. Her slap snapped you out of it, making you take in a sharp breath as your brain rebooted.

“I asked you a question.” She growled as she twisted the toy again and you let out a low moan.

“I feel like this might be a trap.” You gasped as she palmed at your breast and laid down against your shoulder, still thrusting the toy into you viciously.

“That sounds like a yes to me.” She purred, nuzzling into your neck as she gave the toy a final push.

You screamed as she pulled it out of you suddenly, your release squirting out of you in a violent rush. Your body thrashed violently with the power of your orgasm and Carol cursed as you snapped her headboard and bedposts, the bed frame shuddering before one of the legs gave out and it sank to the floor with a crash.

“Holy fuck, you ok?” She asked, sitting up and grinning at you as she assessed the damage you’d caused.

“Yeah.” You said, swallowing thickly as you moved your limbs with a groan. “At least we know the cuffs work! Sorry about your bed.”

“Don’t worry about it.” She murmured, grabbing the key and unlocking the restraints before pulling you back against her chest. “We’ll just use yours I guess.”

“Are you gonna move in with me? I think that may give Rogers an aneurysm.”

“He’ll get over it.” She shrugged as you nuzzled into her chest. “Now, how do you think we should approach Thor?”

“What?! You were serious?”

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Masterlist | Rules | Peaky Prompts

Trigger Warnings: Angst, Swearing, Sight Mentions of Blood/Gore, Fluff.

Word Count: 3,273

Characters: Thomas Shelby x Female!Reader

Requested: Yes

Requested by: Anon, you can find it here.

Summary: Y/N is accused of stealing a check from the company, resulting in her being fired. But only after a tense situation, does her boss and longtime crush Thomas find out the truth.

It was nearing midnight as Y/N walked through the shop, her heels clicking on the uneven wooden floors as Linda finished the nights paperwork, a nervous look on her face as she shuffled them away.

Y/N paid no mind as she sat down at her desk near Thomas’ office. Tapping her pen nervously as she glanced at her wristwatch. They were supposed to be here by now. All of the Shelby brothers were supposed to be shouting and running through the shops still high on their victory against one of the other gangs in town. They were supposed to be sighing in relief and pouring the boys drinks, but only silence ensued as Linda crept towards the company safe which she’d sneakily found the combination to while going through Y/N’s desk one night. With a quick movement, she unlocked the heavy door, yanking it open and rifling through the stack of blank checks and tearing off a slip.

“Are you alright Linda? Do you need help?” Y/N asked as she saw her walk quickly back to her seat.

“I’m fine, just had to move around the shop a bit. Nerves right?” She said while fiddling with the slip of paper hidden in her hand, out of sight from her curious coworker.

“Yeah, I understand. They should be back by now. I don’t know where they are, but I’m sure Arthur will go straight to you when he arrives though.” She said with a small smile.

Linda nodded and quickly wrote the check out, shoving it in her purse before giving Y/N a small stack of papers.

“I’m going to run a letter to the mail, I’ll be back.” She said, walking out the door before Y/N could speak.

“Weird.” She mumbled to herself as she went back to going through the papers Linda handed her, all ones Thomas needed to sign-off on in the morning.

The cold air crept through Linda’s dress as she walked with her arms clutched around her to keep warm, the mailbox just in her sights as she remembered what she had to do.

“I’ll pay you if you keep quite about us alright love? It’ll only upset Arthur if he finds out. It could ruin our chances of being together if he’s not dealt with.” She’d said to her lover the night before Thomas’ plan went into effect. Tonight they were planning to take down a troublesome gang that strolled into town, but they were none the wiser to who she’d been fooling around with right under Arthur’s nose. The man was one of the gangs hit men, with the precise instruction from Linda to take Arthur out so she could run off with him instead.

The car nearby sent a shiver down Linda’s spine as she dropped the check into the mailbox, hoping it would all be over soon with no one suspecting her. She even used a blank check thinking no one could trace it, but little did she know just how well Shelby Company Limited kept their finances. As the car neared, she hoped Arthur wasn’t inside, meaning her plan had worked and her payment would be sent. But only time would tell.

With quick steps she went back into the shop, seeing Y/N walking out of Thomas’ office as she’d placed the remaining paperwork on his desk.

“Did ya find it okay? I thought you’d left for the night.” Y/N said.

“Everything is fine Y/N. Were you able to get those papers sorted?” She asked, changing the subject as the boys walked through door looking worse for wear.

“Yes.” Y/N answered quickly as she followed Linda’s wide-eyed gaze to the front door.

“Y/N go get the first aid kit. Now!” Thomas demanded as he sat Arthur down in a nearby chair, John helping unbutton his shirt as Finn grabbed the whiskey from Thomas’ office.

“Drink up brother this is going to hurt.” Finn said, holding the bottle to his lips as he chugged the brown liquid.

“My god what happened?” Y/N heard Linda ask as she gathered the first aid kit with shaking hands.

“Those fuckers shot me, one of the fellows almost shot me in the head damn near.” Arthur said through gritted teeth as Thomas looked at the gunshot wound to his abdomen.

“Here Tom.” Y/N said quickly, handing him the kit and crouching near Arthur to hold his hand that Linda was surprisingly not holding.

“It’ll be alright, deep breaths.” Y/N said squeezing his hand a bit to take his mind off Thomas extracting the bullet.

The room filled with Arthur’s shouts of agony as Thomas worked to dislodge it, his blood spurting out every so often from the movements of the tools.

“Linda are you alright?” John asked as he saw her face turn pale. He was holding Arthur back and helpless at the point.

“Yeah. Arthur? Love? It’s me. I want to stay but I’ll be no use on the floor. I’ll go home to be get things ready for you. Stay strong love.” She said quickly, her face sparkling with sweat as she fought back nausea from the sight of her almost ex-husbands blood. A panicked feeling shooting through her veins as she realized her plan was falling apart.

“Oh alright, just go!” He shouted drunkenly as he grew frustrated at the situation. His mind trying to piece together why he was targeted out of all of them as Thomas stopped the bleeding and stitched him up.

“I don’t know Tom, I don’t know why they aimed at me....why he aimed at me I don’t know....” He said, drifting off as he grew tired from the ordeal.

“It’s alright we’ll figure it out in the morning.” Thomas said, helping his brother up as John got the door and helped him into the car.

“Where’s John taking him?” Y/N asked, wiping her hands on her dress as she stared at the bloody mess on the floor.

“Home. He can rest there more than here. Thank you for looking after the shop with Linda.” He said, going to clean up the mess.

“It’s no problem Tommy. Here I can clean that...if you need a moment to rest.” She said, grabbing a cloth near her and dousing it in some of the whiskey.

Thomas stepped back as she wiped the rest of the blood away, her hair falling out of its loose bun as she ringed the last of the blood off the towel and into the small pail that contained the bullet.

“Are you hurt or anything?” She asked, her heart racing as she realized he’d been staring.

“Just a few scratches. Don’t worry about it love.” He said, lighting a cigarette and staring into her eyes. Y/N could feel her cheeks heating up as she looked back towards her desk, the old butterflies she’d had tucked away for the man resurfacing as of late.

“Well if everything’s done here, am I free to go?” She asked.

“Mhmm.” He said, walking towards his office as she gathered her things. His mind racing with why his brother was shot out of all of them. If anything he thought he would’ve been the first on their hit list.

“I’ve left the paperwork from today on your desk if you feel like signing them. Goodnight Tommy.” She said giving him a small smile.

“Thank you, good night love.” He said, his lips turning up slightly as he watched her walking out the door.

The next morning, Michael had came into his office urgently, with a stack of checks in his hand.

“One of them are missing Tom. Wasn’t me but it was recent. I can tell because we just wrote one today and the one before it is gone. See.” He said showing him the checkbook and where the sequence of numbers hadn’t lined up.

“Well who the fuck stole a company check then aye? Only three people know the code and that’s you, Polly, and Y/N.” He said, his heart aching at the thought of her doing something like that when he already paid her more than she’d expected.

“You want me to call a meeting?” Michael asked, rubbing a tired hand over his face.

“Yeah. Whoever did that probably knows about Arthur.” He said, his suspicion growing from last nights events.

“What’s wrong?” Polly asked as they all sat around the large table in the betting room.

“I have reasons to suspect someone has stolen a check from the company. Maybe used it to pay off someone perhaps.” He said, his eyes darting to everyone. Linda looked tired and Arthur sat near her with a pained expression.

“Would any one of you happen to know who it was? It was recent.” He said, placing a cigarette between his lips and lighting it. The smoke filling the room almost as heavily as the tension.

“It wasn’t Michael or I.” Polly said, shaking her head.

“Y/N...do you know anything about this?” Thomas asked, his eyes much more serious than last night. They were frightening in the way they bore into her soul despite her not knowing what was going on.

“No. I haven’t got a clue Tommy.” She said, holding his gaze as her heart raced.

“Linda...you were also here last night. Do you know?” He asked looking at her with the same calculating eyes.

“No. All I remember is I stepped out for a moment to send off one of your letters and to catch some air before you all arrived.” She said.

“And Y/N was the only one at the shop during that time?” He asked.

“Yes.” She said, her eyes squinting slightly at the poor woman who hadn’t done a thing wrong the whole time she’d been there.

“Look, Tommy I-“ Y/N started to say before he interrupted her in a harsh tone.

“I don’t know why you stole it, but somehow my brother was shot the same night and you were the last person I saw in the shop. You were also the only person there while Linda was away. I have no other choice but to fire you, Y/N. Get your things and go.” He said. Y/N’s face paled and her eyes brimmed with tears as she silently left the room. She averted her gaze from everyone, instead looking at the floor as she packed her things and went out the door, thinking she’d never return to the shop again.

She tried to defend herself somewhat, knowing she didn’t have anything to do with what happened. But none of her words would speak sense into him right now. He was too quick to make judgements, but she wasn’t prepared for him to hurt her like he just did. She felt her body trembling and growing warmer as she slammed her car door shut, the sheer embarrassment and anger rising in her as she made her way home.

As the day drug on, Thomas searched with Michael for the check, calling post offices and banks to see where it could have been sent and who had written it.

“It was picked up this morning Mr. Shelby. Doesn’t look like your handwriting though. I’ll have it sent to you. You caught it just in time.” The woman said, glancing at the writing on the envelope.

“Alright, thank you ma’am.” He said before hanging up.

“What’d they say aye?” Arthur asked, wincing as he moved about in his chair.

“They’re sending it back. It was almost sent out so we caught it just in time. She mentioned it wasn’t my handwriting.” He said, lighting a cigarette.

“Christ. What’d Linda say aye? Did her letter get sent out? She said it was for a charity.” Arthur asked, remembering she mentioned a letter.

“I’ve never written one to any charities, not recently.” Thomas said as his eyes narrowed.

“What...do you think...Linda stole the check?” Arthur asked quietly, knowing she was right around the corner.

“It’s possible. I know she’s your wife and all but she hasn’t exactly been helpful around here lately. Also it’s not adding up.” He said, his mind racing as he thought about the meeting.

“Christ....so you think she wrote the letter and the check then? They would’ve found the letter.” Arthur said.

“Aye, I think the letter was a ruse. The woman from the post office never found a letter from us. Just the check.” He said.

“Well let’s fookin’ ask her then. I can’t sleep at night knowing me wife’s trying to kill me.” Arthur said, a bit of panic in his voice as he realized she may have put a hit on him.

Over the next hour Thomas and him discussed the possibility of it being her, or it being Y/N. But now all signs were pointing to the short-haired blonde woman who not only had a knack for stealing hearts, but for stealing checks as well as, the mailman handed Thomas the envelope that had cursive handwriting on it. Inside contained a check and a terribly forged signature, along with her distinctive handwriting. Thomas couldn’t help but look out into the evening sky as he realized he’d made the wrong decision once again.

Linda heard her name being called as Thomas stood out his office door after retrieving the mail, the tension in the air seeming to rise as she reluctantly made her way to him.

“I have something to discuss with you and Arthur.” He said, ushering her into his office.

He locked the door behind her and stood in front of it as Linda sat by her husband. His tone more hostile than it had been at the family meeting earlier.

“So Linda...I’ll ask this once again. Did you steal the check?”

Linda looked around the room nervously as Arthur carefully got up and moved towards the door, officially wary of the woman.

Seeing as she had no way out, she sighed. Kissing the dream of running off with her lover goodbye as she knew how this interrogation could go.

“Y-yes I stole the combination from Y/N and snuck in the safe. The check was...to a man.” She said.

“Well it wasn’t to me. Who the fuck was it made out to?” Arthur asked, clinching his fists.

Linda stared at him blankly as a tear fell down her cheek.

“A man named Isaac. He was in-in that gang. I....I’ve been seeing him.” She said, wiping the tears from her eyes as he stalked forward.

“You fookin’ what?.... No...You don’t just put a hit out on a Shelby. Especially not on your own fucking husband.” He said angrily as Thomas put a firm hand on his shoulder to steady him.

“I did though, Arthur. I wanted to run off with him. I wanted you gone so it would be easier for me to leave. But I can’t do that now.” She said.

“So you knew I’d be walking into a death trap aye? You could’ve gotten more than me killed.” He spat, leaning against the door.

Linda nodded as she tore her gaze from the man she once thought she loved, guilt and anger taking over as she stood up.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” Thomas said, watching her reach for the gun on his desk.

“I just want to leave this place.” She said looking at the gun in her hand as she raised it at Thomas.

“If you shoot us, it’ll make it harder to leave. Put the gun down.” He said sternly.

With a sigh, she lowered the gun and placed it on the table. Wiping her tears away with shaking hands as she walked to the door and stared at Arthur angrily. His hurt expression at her confession barely phasing her.

“Arthur...” She said, trying to grab his hand from the doorknob. With a quick movement he gripped her wrist tightly before speaking.

“Fuck you Linda. I’m glad you failed.” He said with a slightly evil smirk.

“What do you mean? He got the check.” She said, not noticing the post had sent it back.

“We got the check and saw it was in your handwriting...we also killed him after he shot me. He won’t need you where he’s going. On the bright side...now you can suffer alone.” He said, as Linda looked angrily at him. Tears streaming down her face silently as he let go of her wrist.

“Linda.” Thomas said, causing her to rip her gaze from her now ex-husband.

“You should get your things together. You’re fired.” He said.

“You can’t do that! What will I do about money? The house?” She asked.

“You should’ve thought about that before you tried to hire someone to kill my brother. Now go.” He said lighting a cigarette and pointing her out the door.

With one last glance, she ran out of the office. The commotion of her gathering all her things making the rest of the company look around nervously as she did a walk of shame out the door with her stuff. Shoving it all in her car and vowing to never come back.

As the company got back to work for the evening, Thomas quickly ran out too, barely uttering a goodbye to Polly before leaving.

“Where are you going at this hour?” She asked, looking up from her papers.

“I made a mistake Pol.” He said.

“I’m not surprised.” She said.

“Excuse me?” He asked, raising an eyebrow.

“At least get the balls to tell her you’re sorry and that ya like her. Maybe bring her some flowers. We could all see it you know.” She said as he rubbed the back of his neck impatiently.

“Anything else to add Pol?” He asked.

“Don’t fire her again. She’s the one good thing that’s happened to this goddamned company.” She said as he nodded and went towards her flat.

When he arrived with flowers in hand, he didn’t expect to see her in such a state. Her eyes were red and puffy like she’d been crying. And her hair was unkept as she held a bottle of wine in one hand and a cigarette in the other.

“Why the fuck are you here aye?” She asked, slightly slurring her words.

“It was Linda....Y/N. All along it was her. She didn’t mail a letter, she mailed a check. And that check almost got Arthur killed. I’m uh...sorry for all I did back there.” He said.

“What...did you bring me flowers to cheer me up? Fuck off.” She said before trying to shut the door.

“Wait.” He said, holding his free hand out to hold the door.

“I came here for three reasons alright?” He said.

“Well get to talking because it’s cold.” She said, throwing her cigarette over the steps into the damp ground.

“Alright...I wanted to apologize because I know what I did and you didn’t deserve that. And I wanted to offer you your job back.” He said.

“What’s the third aye? I may be tipsy but I can still count.” She said.

“That I like you. I know I’ve been a real bastard recently but I swear I do.” He said.

“What do you say aye?” He asked, holding the flowers out to her.

“Next time buy me roses. And...I’ll accept your offer, but it’s only because I like you too. Now are we going to stand around here all night or are you coming in?” She asked with a slight smirk.

He smiled for what seemed like the first time in forever, taking his cap off as she grabbed the flowers from him. Leading him inside where they would later spend the rest of the night and many other nights to come.

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I'll do this for Ombracchio.

10. Since he's trying to reduce the amount of drinking, Abbacchio has started smoking more and more. Ombra hates it. He also tends to get a bit passive-aggressive when something is bothering him. My boy has the communication skills of an emotionally neglected toddler.

11. When Ombra drinks a bit too much and becomes flirty. Even if she don't go overboard with it he gets really possessive and mad. So she does it more on purpose 🙃

12. They are insecure about the fact that Ombra is highly educated and smart. Abbacchio is afraid that he might not be able to entertain her with interesting conversations. Especially when she chats with Fugo or Giorno - who, in spite of never finishing school, reads a lot and is quite intelligent and knowledgeable - he becomes a bit grumpy. He's afraid that she might get bored of him.

13. ALL THE TIME. Ombra feels super insecure because Abbacchio works out a lot, he's buff and tall dark and handsome, and can be very charming. She is conventionally attractive and in shape as well, but she doesn't feel like she's hot enough for him. Abbacchio, on the other hand, gets extremely possessive around other men, which annoys Ombra a lot. She's always had a lot of guy friends and doesn't like feeling restricted in a relationship.

14. They both resort to alcohol as a coping mechanism. Which is something they bond over in the beginning. They are also both stubborn and stoic: communication can be quite a problem for this couple.

41. Self-deprecating, aggressive, former cop insecure.

48. He doesn't tell when there's something wrong, gets passive aggressive and then, all of a sudden, starts spitting venom, leaving Ombra hurt and confused.

50. It all started with a drunken kiss. Things got heated quite quickly, but Ombra changed her mind last minute, due to her own insecurities relating to sex and the fact that she took Abbacchio's aggressiveness for him just wanting to use her. The poor man had been waiting for the moment for weeks. They were mutually pining for one another, but Ombra's insecurities made her think that he was only interested in sex. Abbacchio's insecurities, on the other hand, made him think that she just wasn't interested.

They decided to forget all about it. Of course, no communication whatsoever happened for weeks. Until they got drunk again and Ombra brought up the subject.

"You only want to f*ck me cause you think I'm freaky or whatever."

"Is that what you think of me?"

They fought for what seemed like hours, then made up and decided to take things slowly.