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kyracanwrite · 2 years ago

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Yandere! Class 1 a x f! Reader head canons

(Side note; I’m gonna make another version of this, but separate head canons where you’re in a relationship with them. And what kind of yandere they are.)

Remember, rebloging always helps! ^^

WARNINGS: Yanderes, NSFW-ISH TINGS, possessive and controlling behavior, stalking, murder, sugar coating, sweet talking, poly?, lesbian relationships.

Word Count; unknown

Not proof read.

Now playing——————> || Yandere by Jazmin Bean

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Oblivion -Grimes

Desire -Meg Myers

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When you first entered U.A, you were a very distant and closed off person.

Nobody knew anything about you.

And it pissed them off to an extent.

Some were determined to know everything about you, even if that means stalking closely watching you.

At first you thought they hated you, so you kept your distance.

Until, Mina decided to gain some balls for the class and started talking to you, gaining your friendship.

“Hey! L/n, right? You’re really pretty!” She gushed, making you get flustered.

She internally squealed at your blushing face.

That was the start of your complicated friendship.

She’d come over to your dorm almost every night and hang out with you. (She did it to tell the others to not even bother, she already claimed you, but they aren’t gonna give up that easily.)

You also cuddle with her, especially when it’s cold.

The next person to befriend you was Bakugou.

Bakugou would come to your dorm to study, play games, or just to hang out with you.

You’d also sit in his lap while he did these things.

The next two people to befriend you were Todoroki and Momo.

They were already in a relationship, but they thought you’d be a perfect addition.

They helped you loosen up a bit, and let you know that it was okay to have actual human feelings.

They also watched you closely, making sure you didn’t get in trouble or hurt.

The next person was Denki.

It started off with small and innocent compliments, but then progressed into sexual flirting.

(He also saw ur boobs once and got a boner 😶)

He’s perverted, but he also makes sure you’re comfortable.

He won’t do anything if you’re not okay with it.

He would never purposely make his precious darling uncomfortable.

Then it was Shoji and Tokoyami.

They came off more calm and subtle, but they are watchers and protectors.

They watch your every move. (kinda)

They just want you safe, though.

If their baby got hurt, they’d tear the world apart.

Next, we have Kirishima.

He just started hanging out with you one day.

He takes you out for lunch on the weekends.

He also gives anyone who looks at you deathstares.

Only HE should be able to look at his darling.

Next was Sero.

He would place your things high up so you’d have to ask him for help.

And when you did he’d feel so good about himself, because you asked him. And not anyone else.

The next person was Jirou.

She introduced you to her favorite music, and often plays her guitar for you.

Especially if you come to her after having a bad dream.

Next up we have Tsu, Oijirou and Hakagure.

They were already in a poly relationship when they met you, each of them falling for you and going absolutely feral for you.

They even almost killed someone for you!

Someone decided it would be funny to dump water on you, while you were wearing a WHITE shirt!

Well it turned see through and they were very angry.

Next was Deku.

He came up to you, writing in the little book about heroes, and asked you about your quirk.

You told him everything he wanted to know.

Let’s just say, he also wrote a lot of more personal….. stuff about you in a separate journal.

Next was uraraka.

She would gift you with small cute little plushies that reminded her of you.

Which was a lot because she thinks about you all the time.

Like seriously, your closet and bed are filled with plushies from her.

Not that you were complaining, though. ;)

Now it was Iida’s turn.

He would lay off of you, being less strict with you.

Still strict, but less.

He would also give you notes in the classes you were having troubles with.

He would also tutor you.

Overall just helping you get through the school year.

Next was Aoyama.

He would give you cheese that he thought was the best.

(My lactose intolerant ass is sobbing)

And he would also give you fashion advice, in the nicest way possible.

Which actually helped you a lot because you took his advice and looked like a total baddie-

The next person was Sato.

He’d make you your favorite dishes whenever you asked him.

He was your main food provider.

He made the best food (besides Katsuki) so you made sure to try and go to him every time, knowing Bakugou would make you work for the food.

Next was Kota.

He would tell the animals to watch you closely, and protect you at all costs.

You always wonder why there’s a bird outside your window every morning.

🤔 hm

At first you thought your classmates were just protective over you.

But then it got weird.

Things of yours would go missing.

You’d often feel eyes on you.

And some of your classmates demanded to know where you were going when you left and who you’d be with.

“Oh, we just wanna make sure you’re safe!”

They would say.

And for a while, you believed them.

Until you didn’t have any freedom, at all.

They always made someone go with you when going out.

They always made you give them your location.

“Oh we just care about you! We don’t want you to get hurt, that’s all.”

You stopped believing them, but you knew that they were crazy, so you acted like you didn’t care.

You even tried to escape, but Momo caught you.

You mentally cursed yourself for getting caught, and tried to make an excuse as to why you were leaving in such a hurry.

“Oh I was just going to the park.” You’d say, nervously laughing and scratching your neck.

“Oh. Well why didn’t you tell someone, sweetie!? We just want what’s best for you.” She’d smile, believing your lies. Or so you thought.

You sighed, letting a breath of relief, but your stomach dropped when she said

“Why don’t me and Todoroki come with you?” She smiled.

“I don’t know-“

“Todoroki! Come here!” She shouted out.

Todoroki came, hearing his name.

“Yes, Love?”

“Wanna go to the park with me and Y/n?”

“I’d love to.”

Momo smiled, grabbing your hand.

She gave you such a sickly sweet smile that read.

‘You can’t escape our love.’

You were stuck.

There was nothing you could do about it.

You were theirs and they were never letting you go.

;)

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hooman4ever · 3 years ago

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I promise this will not become a common activity and I absolutely love everything you write, it is precious.

Maybe hcs of triad between Pyramid Head x Reader x Danny???? Either within the realm of the Entity or maybe, just maybe, in an AU Zombie Apocalypse, the idea that you like the most. Thank you for your attention and I hope you are well.

Contains: Pyramid Head, Danny, Jed Olson |Ghostface|, Suggestive Themes, Very Minor NSFW Mention, Nothing graphic at all.

I honestly wouldn't mind if your requests became a common activity, your prompts are amazing. Plus you just gave me the perfect excuse to do some more AU stuff! I never even thought about doing an apocalypse AU and I've never done one before so hopefully, this suffices. I had fun with it though.

Let’s say you meet Danny first. This man is completely fine with killing people alive, or dead. It won’t matter you get in his way? You’re dead.

You, however, well in Danny’s word “You’re just too pretty/handsome/wonderful to waste.” and that’s how you got stuck being dragged around by this man. Danny would thrive in the apocalypse. All the chaos is perfect for him, the only thing he would miss is being on the front page of the paper. He definitely carries some old copies around with him.

The first time you and Danny saw Pyramid Head the both of you almost died on the spot. For sure the both of you thought you were good as dead. No way for you to stab your way out of this one Danny.

“What’s that, zombies?” “no problem!” You taping on his shoulder before pointing in the distance “Um- Danny. Who’s that 7ft tall man with a sword-” Danny grabbing your hand already speeding away “I don’t feel like finding out, Movie star!”

I feel Pyramid Head would dislike Danny at first or try to kill him while swooping you up into his arms. Come here tiny human, let me save you from this impure man.

You would need to do some convincing on Danny’s part though and after listening to how he has cared for such a wonderful person he decides to spare him.

Danny will loath Pyramid Head at first constantly trying to fight the giant behemoth. Just imagine a hissing kitten trying to attack a giant dog who eventually gets tired and just pushes the kitten over.

Pyramid Head will simply follow the both of you around acting like a protective dog when zombies or raiders are around. Another thing that would discourage Danny is if Pyramid Head got to who/whatever was attempting to kill them leaving him no one to use to sate his own murderous needs.

If the both of you had a home-base of sorts or a set place to rest expect lots of cuddles from Danny on calmer nights, but nights filled with more violence expect some- let’s just say rough loving. Needless to say, you will not be walking the next day. Pyramid Head will be joining in also just not as much as Danny.

I feel Pyramid Head does not have a very high sex drive at all and at most, he’s a very body worship soft touches with a little bit of spice and a lot a bit of monster fucking. He gets off on giving you pleasure in any form.

Danny is very moody and once he settles more around Pyramid Head I could see him getting clingy with him if you weren’t around. Just like how Danny feels overly possessive of you over time it will also spread to Pyramid Head.

Honestly, I feel Pyramid Head will also grow fond of Danny given time.

It’s pretty much just gonna be you and your two overly possessive murderous lovers dominating the world.

Bonus points if you’re just as possessive and chaotic as they are.

You and your lovers had returned to your home base, quickly shedding the heavy and uncomfortable overclothes that, for you and Danny at least, had become a necessity for leaving your sanctuary to venture into the harsh environments. Sweet coated you, the underclothes you wore practically sticking to your skin. “Shower,” you stated turning to your lovers. Getting a nod in acknowledgment in response from Pyramid Head and a go-ahead wave from Danny, who was exhausted already collapsed on one of the seats spread around, you headed off into the bathroom.

The water was cold and tinted a coppery color but as it washed over your overheated, grime-covered skin, it felt like heaven. You audibly sighed when you stepped out feeling clean and refreshed. Wrapped in a towel you left the bathroom returning to your lovers to fetch some clean clothes.

Looking up you couldn’t help the smile that broke out on your face.

Danny and Pyramid Head were sitting together curled into one another. You stifled your laugh as you immediately went reaching for Danny’s overused camera. “Say cheese,” you whispered as the thing shuttered the flash accidentally going off. “If I wasn’t so comfortable you’d be on your ass right now.” You burst out laughing at that point. Danny was glaring up at you from where he laid his face smashed against Pyramid Head’s chest.

“Sure, we both know you couldn’t do shit.” you teased. Danny arched his eyebrow a small smile curling on his lips “Oh, yeah.”

You must have been closer to the duo than you had originally thought because the next thing you knew the towel around your waist was gone and you were pulled down suffocating in Danny’s chest. Calling out playfully you struggled against Danny, laughing as Pyramid Head’s deep chuckle rumbled his own laugh joining yours. “Mine,” Danny said squeezing you. “All mine.” He stated peppering your face in kisses.

“Say it,” Danny said chuckling Pyramid Head’s gaze burning into you. “Okay,” you were able to stifle your laughing enough to speak “I’m yours. Both of yours.”

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kusagrasskusa · 4 years ago

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Fell! Sans X Reader - "Boss is gonna kill me-"

Here at the Hamilcult, we support fluff fanfics in cringy fandoms that likely implement OOC cannon characters. That was sarcasm but even so, just know that this might be sorta OOC and this is fluff :3

Also, prepare for a Wattpad level written story and a shitty plot. I just got done writing a 7000 worded fanfic and frankly, I need a b r e a k.

Forgive me for I have sinned writing this

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Y/N yawned, rubbing her tired eyes before laying back on her chair. She sunk deep into her warm coat, the fluffy fur on the hood making her feel more relaxed. The coat was oversized black and red with big pockets, perfect for a human in a place like Snowdin. After all, at the post near the conveniently shaped lamp, Y/N was waiting in the blistering cold. Well, the scenery looked peaceful but it definitely was snowing and the air was terribly cold. The fur on the coat rubbed against her face, making her cheeks turn red from the contrast heat of it and the cold air.

She whined and pulled the coat over her head when a few snowflakes touched her face. "Cold," she mumbled tiredly. Y/N flipped her body to the side and whined again. This time, the problem was how uncomfortable her position was. So she tossed over to the other direction and laid her head against the chair. "...the chair is uncomfortable," she tiredly whined.

"If it's that bad then just fucking leave," a rough, annoyed voice spoke. It was Sans, the slightly taller skeleton with a red sweater on and without his coat. "I want my coat back anyway. You're getting ya' human scent in it and I don't want that kinda trouble," he continued. Y/N huffed and sat up straight. She was around his size to sat the least, but a bit thinner and shorter.

"But I thought you wanted me out here," she retorted. "You clearly get lonely here after a while so I wanted to stay with you."

"Yeah, well stayin' with me hasn't brought more customers, has it?" He replied, turning his head towards the younger girl. His red eyes seethe into her soul basically, but Y/N just giggled at his serious expression. The hood covered half her face so her eyes were widen, which they usually were. It's strange because even without the hoodie, something is always covering her eyes whether it's her hair or not. And without a barber in Snowdin and hundreds of people who want to murder her for being human, Y/N hair is bound to grow out anyway.

"You're so funny sometimes Sans," she complimented with a sweet smile on her face. "You have such a cute look when you're mad...well actually, I don't think I've ever seen you not mad before. I wonder what a genuine smile would look like..." she mumbled sleepily. Sans felt his cheeks light up a bit so he turned away from her, rolling his eyes. He wasn't used to such words at all.

"Huh?–" Sans jumped as he felt the girl's arms wrap around his body softly. She had slipped her arms out of the coat for Sans to out his arms in.

"Put the coat back on. It's big enough for me to fit back here," she giggled quietly as she rested her head on Sans's shoulder. Sans felt his fa e turn red and his body tense; he growled and turn his head towards her.

"I gave the damn thing to you, so wear it properly !"

"But you're cold and you're coat can fit us both."

"I don't care!" Sans hissed back, making Y/N giggled. The two friends often had times like this; wholesome and adorable with Sans getting all flustered. Sans barely even saw her a friend as he promised he would never let anyone get too close to him so he doesn't turn soft. But Y/N's persistent and sweet personality really struck him hard. Of course, he wouldn't go as far as to crush on her, right? No, their just good friends...

Y/N' cheeks puffed out and she pouted her lip like an upset toddler. "Sans, please? Just this once?" She asked as she squeezed him into a tighter hug. Sans scoffed and shook his head.

"No! What am I, some pueny pawn? I will not sink that fucking low," Sans seethed. Y/N was silent for a few moments before simply letting go of her tight grip and going lip against Sans's back. She head remained on his shoulder and luckily his sweater cushioned the feel of his bones, making this a comfortable position.

"I like this much better," she said tiredly with a warm smile on her face. Sans was sitting on a rather large chair that he got in order to find better sleeping situations without sliding off it, but because he was sitting on the edge of the chair, Y/N could easily slide behind him. She sat on her knees that were either side of him and yet it was so comfortable for her. "You're more comfortable than a chair." Her voice got lower and softer each time he spoke but it didn't lose its sweetness once.

"Yeah, well I ain't no damn pillow Y/N. Get the hell off me... Hello?" He asked when he didn't get a response. He turned his head to face the girl and saw her completely emersed into the dream world. It's true that he couldn't see her eyes, but he still could tell. He sighed heavily and turned his head in front of him.

"Huh‐ Ah!-" Y/N shrieked as she was pushed into the freezing snow.

"Ahahaha!" Sans laughed hard as he watched Y/N freak out. "I told you I wasn't no damn pillow!" He laughed as he put his hands on his knees. Y/N whined she stood straight up and glared at him. She walked over to him with a pout on her lip and lightly punched his arm.

"Hmph!" Sans chuckled at her adorable attempt at being angry and bopper her nose rough enough to push her away a bit.

"Was that supposed to make me feel bad, human? Well lemme tell ya', that just won't do," Sans spoke as his smile grew cockier.

"I wasn't even trying to hurt you, so don't start that," Y/N retorted. Sans rolled his eyes while he kept up his cocky smile. He shrugged and pu

"Yeah, sure. You fists are as strong as a fly's. You couldn't hurt me, even if you tried," he pushed. Y/N hmphed and shook her head. She pulled her arm back and punched him right in the shoulder as hard as her tired arm could. Sans just snickered and didn't even flinch.

"Wait, was that the best you got? I heard you humans are supposed to be strong." Sans shrugged his shoulders before pulling his hands out of his pockets and stretching. "Whatever, I guess it doesn't matter all that much. If you ever did decide to attack me, it's not like you'd live long enough to be able to lay a hit on me. And anyone else down here would have no problem given all they got to some little girl."

"I'm 20."

"Doesn't matter," Sans said as he put his hands back in his pockets. Y/N sighed and shook her head.

"You know I wouldn't hurt anyone down here as much as I know you wouldn't hurt me, Sans," her soft replied. To be honest, his name being spoken so sweetly had a good ring to Sans' ears.

"Yeah, well you can't blame me for being cautious. You humans put us down here, remember? You humans murdered so many monsters for no fucking reason then trapped the rest of us down here with your strong souls as aid. Then a few fallen human children came down here and either murdered a little, a large portion, or one of us. Still, you humans seem to be naturally turned to a genocide even though you have fucking everything you can possibly want on the surface. Us monsters have nothing, not even a real sun or moon, to make us happy, so our rage is justified." Sans finished his train of thought with a scowl; he turned his head towards the snow building up on the ground and glared at it. Y/N frowned, holding her arms to her chest.

"...Hey, Sans. It stopped snowing, so we don't have to worry about a blizzard keeping us from going to Grillby's," Y/N said as she looked out of the post, finally noticing the snow had stopped falling.

"Why would I worry about a blizzard? I got a shortcut that'll get us there in no time," he smirked and looked up at her. Y/N cocked her head questioning, humming. "Just follow me, aight," he spoke as he walked behind the post. Y/N caught up with him in no time while holding the sides of the coat close to together instead of zipping it. The sleeves just hung by her sides as she still wanted Sans to wear the coat with her cuddling up behind him, mostly because she could still use the hoode that way.

As they walked up to a tree, suddenly, Sans chuckled. The next moment, they were at the doorway of Grillby's and the absorbed by heat and warm light. Y/N looked around her frantically and confused, "how did you do that?"

"Ya humans got strong souls, us monsters have magic," he explained with a cocky smile. "Now let's go sit down at the bar instead of the booth this time. That drunk bunny annoys the shit outta me," he mumbled the last part as he walked over to the bar with Y/N following.

As she passed the dogs, one of them called out, "wait, is that a human? Isn't that the one we fought before?" It was Dogamy who spoke out, then causing her husband to talk back.

"I think so, yes, the one that turned into a puppy that liked to pet other dogs!"

Y/N giggled tiredly as she sat down at the bar besides Sans, listening on their conversation a few seconds longer before returning her focus to Sans alone. "I want a burger," she mumbled.

"Aight," Sans replied. He signaled for Grillby to walk over after he finished making a drink for another customer. The being of purple fire had what looked like a jagged white frown for a mouth, and he wore a skintight black vest with a white undershirt with rolled up sleeves and black jeans as his attire. He vest was also low cut, so an outline of his chest was visible. Although he had a serious tone, he definitely seemed like he could flirt successfully to any person he wanted.

"What," Grillby's echoy voice rung. The purple fire that made up his body flickered and cracked, making Y/N smile from the satisfying sound.

"Two burgers, put it on my tab," Sans replied, leaning on the counter with a mustard bottle in his hand. Grillby wrote down his order and walked towards the kitchen door with a "fire onlt" sign on it. He walked inside the kitchen and came out with a drink; it was F/D, something Y/N typically ordered when she came to the bar. He set the drink down in front of her.

"On the house," Grillby spoke. Y/N smiled softly at him, thanking him. "Tch," he responded before tending to other costumers. Grillby didn't really like Y/N, but he appreciated the little work and silence she brought him. She only spoke when spoken to, and she didn't order things that were hella hard to make and then complain about it. Sans growled, rolling his eyes.

"Fucking simp," he hissed. Y/N tilted her head, humming.

"Hmm? Why?" Y/N asked before taking a sip if her drink.

"He's losin' money by given out free drinks. And of anyone, to you."

"Well," Y/N smirked sweetly. "I come here a lot and that attracts monsters who want to see the human. So by being tourist attraction, he makes more money," she explained. Sans scoffed, his cheeks reddening.

"Whatever." Aww, our bebe skeleboi is jealous of the big, tall, muscular fire dude! Y/N giggled, patting him on the shoulder.

"I really appreciate you bringing me here with you. When you decide to pay your tab, remind me to contribute enough money to help." Sans shrugged, smirking.

"People like you are too nice down here, really."

"It feels nice to help someone."

"It's not so nice when people try to kill you over it," Sans retorted. Y/N frowned, nodding.

"I guess I didn't grow up down here so there isn't much for me to say, but I can't help but think everyone down here is kind but hurt. I mean, there's a lot about you I noticed that aren't so...pleasant, but you managed to treat me like a person with emotions and opinions. I doubt that of hundreds, you're the only one down here like that," she explained. Sans sighed again, rubbing his eyes.

"Like I said, people like you are too nice down here." Sans finished the conversation this way and then came a long moment of silence. In that time, Grillby came over with two plates with burgers on them. He set them in front of the two.

"Here."

"Thank you, Grillby," Y/N thanked with a warm smile on her face. Grillby silently nodded at her before walking away. She grabbed the ketchup and poured some on her burger, whereas Sans barely acknowledged what was happening around him. He was getting caught up in his thoughts right now, a bit overwhelmed with them actually. Finally, he stood up and walked away from the bar, heading out the front door. Y/N hummed and took a bite of her burger, watching Sans leave.

She set her food down and ran after him, leaving the restaurant right when he did. "Is everything alright?" She asked worriedly, making Sans scowl.

"God, y'know, you gotta stop assuming something's wrong. I'm fine. And either way, I wouldn't tell you some edgy shit no one cares about," Sans replied. Y/N was silent at first, then she took off the coat she still had on. Her hair brushed over her eyes as she did that, making them impossible to see. She put the hood on top of Sans' head before wrapping her arms together coldly. "Why do you're eyes always do that?"

"Do what?" She asked.

"If they ain't covered by a hood, it's covered by your hair. If not your hair, someone's or something's blocking your face. If it's not that, then you're head it turned away from view. It's weird," Sans explained. Y/N hummed, not noticing that until now.

"Well... Do you want to see my eyes?" She asked as she brought her hands up. She was wearing one of Sans's red shirts, which sorta made this moment more cliche but who cares. Sans slowly nodded, curious. Then Y/N pushed her hair out of her face, revealing her normal looking E/C eyes. Well, aside from the kindness and care that laid within them. And it was that feature that hit Sans first.

"Woah," he mumbled, tuning his full body towards her. "That's beautiful!" Y/N giggled, making Sans' face redden. He opened his mouth to form a quick insult to her in order to make him seem like he didn't mean it, but Y/N spoke first.

"Thank you. Your eyes are very pretty as well. It has a nice color to it, too," she replied softly. Sans huffed silently, looking to the side.

"I, uh...thanks," he mumbled as he put his hand in his pockets. He sighed and put coat on right, burying his face in the hood fur. It was obvious that he was pretty flustered right now and reddened, as he did truly feel his chest warm when he was around Y/N. It was strange for him to feel this way so he typically pushed his feelings away and told himself that he was just her guardian per say. But he knew deep down in his heart it wasn't true.

"Look, I got something to say to you," Sans pushed more harshly then intended. "And I don't wanna hear any of this being told or heard by other monsters, got it? This is us and us alone, ya understand? This shit is hard to say, so..." he drifted off. The snow was started to pick up again, making the scene look more aesthetic.

Y/N nodded, listening to him closely when began talking. "This shit isn't said very often down here; no, it's not said at all actually. But you're human, and you have a different heart so..." he trailed off again, scratching the back of his head. He looked Y/N in the eyes and gave her a flustered glare like if he was embarrassed, which she took no offense to. "I don't just give anyone the right to take my coat, waste my time, bother me, stop me from sleeping, and more. It's just you and Boss, and even he has less power than you."

He continued after a deep breath. "And its not because you're human or I pity you. In fact, I couldn't care less if you're soul is strong, since I could still break it; I couldn't care less if you fell down here, since we're trapped down here too. I let you do because... it's like a bandaid, just gotta say it... I care about you. Not even like a sister or close friend, no, I mean if you were about to be shot, I would jump in front of bullet so you could liev put your life happily. I love you."

Y/N was silent, sorta just staring. Her whole body was shook, frozen, and in shock. She didn't even know what she just heard or if she was dreaming. She even forgot that she was freezing due to being too caught up in her feelings. Sans stood there silently for about 10 seconds as well, before he face-palmed and grew red jn embarrassment. That's when a tear escaped the corner of Y/N's eye and a large smile grew on her features.

"Sans," she replied sweetly as she walked over to him. She fell forwards on him and wrapped her arms around the inside of the coat, around his sweater. The embraced him tightly and said, "I love you too!" Sans felt his heart move a little and a new feeling wash over him. Without being able to control it, he felt a genuine smile grow on his face as he hugged her back tightly.

"I'm so...glad," he breathed out heavily, his nerves relaxing. The two stayed in that position for a while before eventually breaking off. Y/N pecked him on the cheek before grabbing his hand.

"We should go back inside, hehe. The food'll get cold," she said as she motioned to the door. Sans nodded nervously, chuckling.

"Yeah, and Grillby will be pissed if we wasted food. I don't wanna deal with that again." The two fo them walked inside the restaurant/bar, they started their way back to the bar. Yet when they got in, the bar was silent. I mean, the restaurant was pitch silent; not only that, but many eyes were on them as they walked in. Y/N completely ignored their exists' and sat down on the barstool, picked up her burger and ate it. Luckily was still warm. Sans on the other hand was hella nervous. No, he was fucking terrified.

Grillby walked over to the two and leaned forward, so than when he whispered, only they could hear. "The bunny chick saw you two hug and kiss. Just play it cool, and they'll forget all about it in a few days." Well shit, Sans thought. Boss is gonna kill me when he finds out.

Y/N just ate her burger in peace, not really caring if other people knew about them. After all, it's their choice to laugh about like a boy kindergartener complaining about holding hands with a girl because it means their "dating," or to hear about it and mind their own business.

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butmakeitgayblog · 2 years ago

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UGH that was so good. I love it when they’re soft. I’m dying to see protective Lexa. I’m just imagining someone trying to goad Clarke about her mom and not realizing Lexa’s there. It’s really just an excuse for me to see them absolutely destroy someone 🥰 and then go home and cuddle 😍 a perfect date for them.

The thing with CI Lexa is that she's an assassin when it comes to tearing people down and putting them in their place. Very reminiscent of her takedown of Hellen when they got caught, she will attack each and every one of your weak points with murder in her eyes and the sweetest smile you've ever seen. And Lexa's uniquely gifted at picking out the cruelest thing she can think of at a moment's notice especially when defending something important to her.

What I think would be interesting is if this happened before they were public 👀 that balancing act of not being able to be quite so open about their affection for each other and how they have each other's backs now, yet at the same time??? Lexa's literally not gonna watch her girlfriend (who comically doesn't seem to realize is her girlfriend... god she loves that idiot) get mocked or humiliated by some pretentious fuckboy who could barely manage to get into Stanford for God's sake even with his parent's pull. Like its just not going to happen.

And yet, she has to watch herself because by all public perceptions, her and Clarke can't stand each other. Should be barely more than acquaintances living in the same home, not two people who spend most nights holding each other and whispering secrets and soothing past hurts. They're not supposed to be people who sneak away to coat checks and side rooms to check in and kiss and sneak glancing touches and heated looks as they pass. It's all a balancing act. I think that'd be dope and push the boundaries😌

#anon #cruel intentions au #not that Clarke can't hold her own but Lexa's protective

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imaginesmai · 4 years ago

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Arvin Russell - Tomorrow will rise

Requested by @purerepelsdirt . I’m sorry it took so long, but here it is! I changed some parts, I hope you don’t mind. For the anons who might later send me a message about how disgusted they are with my writting; read the warnings before reading.

Plot: after the problem with the preacher, you need to catch a ride to Coal Creek. Arvin and you face the unimaginable when Carl and Sandy pick you up.

WARNINGS: dark themes. Rape or almost rape on reader and Arvin. You’ve been warned. Death. Violence.

Another car passed by you, and you pressed yourself tighter to Arvin, if that was possible. You were hidden from the public’s view mostly, leaning against him as he held his thumb up in hopes of someone noticing you. None of them had done it so far, some of them even going out of their ways to pretend to run you over. Since the last one, Arvin hadn’t let you move one foot in front of him, and you didn’t have any more strength to fight him; instead, you just laid against his side and let him try and find a car.

He had tried to make you wait in his truck, which was stuck a few feet away. But it was nearly night time, you were tired of being sitting for so long and, honestly, you didn’t want to leave him. Arvin must have thought the same way, because when you told him that you preferred to stay with him, he smiled softly and offered you his hand.

“Don’ go fallin’ sleep on me now” his sweet voice made you open your eyes, that you hadn’t notice closing. “Wouldn’ want to leave you to the wolves, darlin’”

“You love too much to do so” you sneaked a hand across his middle, and soon you were clinging to him like a koala. “It’s been a while since the last car”

“It’s getting late, dinner time” he rubbed his hand up and down your arm. “You want my coat?”

“I want to arrive to Coal Creek” you said, your voice low. But he heard it, since his muscles tensed and he pulled you closer. “My feet hurt, and I really want to sleep. I didn’t get much sleep yesterday”

“Let’s go wait in the car”

Before moving, Arvin pressed his lips against the top of your head, and you buried your face on his chest. For a second, it seemed that everything would be alright. That you could just go back to his truck and sleep the travel off until you reached his house, then cuddle under the covers. But then you tore apart, and you remembered that it wasn’t alright at all. Arvin had killed the preacher, and you had been there because you had seen him sneaking off. In fear of someone seeing the two of you walking in together, Arvin was forced to take you alone.

And now you were on the run to god knows who, after a small stop in Coal Creek that Arvin wanted to do. You had left everything behind, and to make things worse his truck had broken down. Now you had to do hitchhiking, even if it was getting late and there was no one around.

Arvin was quick to open the door for you, the guilt complex he had been carrying around since you left still heavy on his shoulder. Without asking, he finally dropped his denim jacket over you, caressing your cheek in the way. You crossed your eyes when he closed the door, already feeling conscious seeping away. You weren’t used to the adrenaline, the fear and the worries. A normal girl in Knockemstiff, neighbours with the Russell’s, Lenora’s best friend since childhood and Arvin’s girl probably since you kissed when you were nine.

You trusted him with your eyes closed, so when the door didn’t open immediately after he closed yours, you guessed he had gone back to trying and stop someone. His denim jacket smelt like him, and it felt warm and heavy against your body. You played with the ring on your finger, the one he had given you weeks before the disaster. It already felt part of you, and you knew you wouldn’t take it willingly. Even if it wasn’t made of gold, you smiled as you rolled it around. It was Arvin’s, and it was enough.

Suddenly, your door opened again.

“Someone stopped” Arvin smiled softly, already taking your bag on his shoulder. “They’re headin’ south, and can drop us in Coal Creek”

“Oh” you looked back to the main road, and surely, a couple was waiting leaning in a car. They were talking between them in hushed whispers, but you could see that she was angry at him. “Um, are you sure? Maybe we can sleep in the car. I don’t mind”

“You ain’t sleepin’ in the car, Y/N” Arvin scoffed, and offered you his hand. Not dropping his denim jacket, you stepped out of the car. “I’ll call someone tomorrow, don’ worry.”

“Arv, I can sleep in the car and wait another day just fine” you insisted.

The thing was, that even if you weren’t an observant person and usually the one with the instinct was Arvin, you didn’t like the couple. They were looking at you from their car, and in the short minute since you had seen them, you noticed something off. The man looked much more older than the woman, and she seemed taken from a porn movie. Both of them had a weird look on their eyes, and you were already longing for the uncomfortable seat of the car.

But if it had been a long day for you, you couldn’t imagine what it had been for Arvin. You had gotten a few hours of half-rest when you closed your eyes, but he had been driving for hours. It was obvious in the dark bags of his eyes and on his tired smile that he wouldn’t hold much longer, so when he insisted again on not letting you sleep on the car, you gave up.

As you walked towards them, you tightened his jacket around. The mere idea of giving it back to Arvin made chills go down your spine. Those eyes could haunt you in your sleep, yet Arvin didn’t notice as he shook both of their hands and presented you to them.

“You can hop in the back and leave your bags there” the woman said as she opened the passenger door. “Close your eyes for a bit, look like you need it”

“Thanks you, ma’am” Arvin answered, getting into the car first. He used the seat on the right and you, instead of staying on the other side, stumbled until you shoulders were glued and you could hold his hand. He didn’t say anything; just left his bag on the left side and pulled you closer.

“So, what are you looking for in Coal Creek?” the man entered the car too, looking at you through the mirror.

“Family business” Arvin lied.

“Oh, you’re going to present that beautiful lad to your folks?” he chuckled.

The conversation died down shortly after, once Arvin had laughed a little and thanked them again for driving you. Even if you were trying to close your eyes and sleep for a while, you could still feel their eyes on you. Arvin dropped like a fly, as soon as the first minute of silence rolled by. But even in his sleep, he didn’t drop your hand.

After the fifth try of closing your eyes and imaging them looking at you through the mirrors, you decided to watch the sunset through Arvin’s window. The low hum of the radio filled the car as you drove away from the car, the feeling of dread not disappearing yet.

“I’m Carl, by the way” the man talked. “And this is my wife, Sandy”

“Pleasure to meet you” you mumbled, not wanting to talk anymore.

“So, what brings you to Coal Creek? Your boy there dropped dead before we could get to know each other” she smiled, turning on her seat. You didn’t miss how her eyes lingered on Arvin more than what you liked. “Is he your boy? Or are you siblings?”

“We’re – yeah, we’re together. And we’re just visiting an old friend”

“Must be someone important if you make such a long drive to meet them”

“Something like that”

“Shut up, Sandy. The girl wants to sleep” Carl’s eyes were as dark as coal, and when he locked eyes with you, he didn’t attempt to smile anymore. “Don’t worry, we’ll be there in a few hours. You can close your eyes. And drink some water, there is a bottle on the back”

Just then, you realized how dry your throat was. You could have dug into your bags and find the half-empty bottle that you were sharing with Arvin, but that meant moving from his side and drinking from the limited amount you had. So, against your better judgment, you took the yellow bottle that was at your feet and took a few sips.

And even if you wanted, and tried to follow the trees as they went past the car, you eventually had to close your eyes. Your head rolled to Arvin’s shoulder, and your body shifted closer looking for warmth. He whispered a soft ‘darlin’ and you smiled, finally letting conscience slip away. Just for a few minutes.

You didn’t want to fall asleep because that meant being vulnerable in front of the couple, who couldn’t give you any more bad vibes, but you were just human, and you fell asleep. And when you woke up, you realized how much of a bad decisions had it been.

“Now!”

“No! G-get off! Don’t – don’t – you mothe’ fucker!”

“Grab a rag of something, you idiot! Someone’s gonna hear us!”

“You want me to cut his tongue?! He’s gonna bite me!”

“Y/N! Y/N!”

“Shut the fuck up!”

There was a ‘thud’ and you were vaguely aware that those voices didn’t come from your dream, but from the real world. It was silent for a second, only a pained grunt breaking the silence, and then a zipper going down. You felt as if someone had put your head underwater and you were in that foggy state of mind where you didn’t realize you were drowning yet. It was cold, colder than what you had been in the car with Arvin, and your neck hurt.

A few things came to your mind when you finally had the common sense of focus on your surroundings.

One, you were no longer sitting beside Arvin, with your legs packed against the man’s seat and the back, with your arm linked with Arvin’s and your head on your shoulder. Instead, you felt the rough concrete on your chest – no, back. You were laying on your back on the ground, that felt awfully cold and rough, and your neck hurt.

Two, you weren’t alone. Apart from Arvin who had gone back to screaming bloody murder, there were two people more. A woman and a man, you guessed Sandy and Carl. Carl was the closest to you, and your affirmation turned to be true when he fell on you and a hot breath that smelt like seven hells hit your face.

And three, you didn’t have anything apart from your panties.

The flash of a camera going off made you open your eyes suddenly, gasping for breath. Your head felt funny and your eyes couldn’t focus on what was happening. It was still night time, so as you tried to move away and Carl dragged you back, your eyes adjusted to the sight. A rough, big hand landed on your chest, pulling your breasts together and up and taking another picture. The whine died at your throat when the flash was snapped again.

“Oh, the princess is awake!” Carl chuckled, leaving just one hand on your chest. “Look, Emily. The beauty sleep is finally over”

“W-wha’?”

“Don’t worry about the confusion, sweety. That’s some hard Rohypnol we gave you”

You looked to Sandy, who had just talked, and to your horror she had a hand on Arvin’s pants. Your boy had his hands tied to his back and his feet in a pair of rusty handcuffs. His jeans, always stained with grease, were past his knees, and there was a nasty looking cut on his thigh. It was staining his underwear; which had a hand inside, that Arvin was trying to turn away from.

When you finally looked at him, you couldn’t hold the whine that left your lips. His face was a palette of bruise colours and blood. His hair looked harshly tugged, and scratches covered his neck. Worst of all, there was a gun pressed against his windpipe. Arvin locked his eyes with you and let out another angry sob, that had the woman hitting him with the bottom of the gun.

“Arv” you whispered, finally being aware of what was happening. “Arvin!”

“Leave us alone” Arvin cried, his voice hoarse. “Please, let us go. We won’ say anythin’, I promise!”

“What makes you think we’re finished?” Carl scoffed. “You’re gonna fuck my wife, and then I’m gonna fuck your girl. Maybe we make you two fuck and we take a few pics”

You were so horrified with what he was saying that you tried once more to crawl away. Somehow, you managed to move from his grasp towards Arvin, instead of choosing the other way. In the mess that was your brain in that moment, you only wanted him. One second you were inches away from him, and the next your head was slammed against the ground with a sickening force. Arvin cried out and trashed even more, earning another hit with the pistol, and you felt blood flowing from your forehead.

You touched your face, feeling it slip through your fingers, before you were roughly turned around. Something pressed against you, hard and warm, and you noticed that the zipper going down wasn’t Arvin’s. Rough lips landed on yours as you let more tears fall, begging to your brain to work again. Weakly, you tried to push at the same time the hand that was holding you down by your neck and the other that was trying to pull down your panties.

“No. No! Let me – Don’t touch me!”

“Oh, shut up. This will just take a moment” Carl scoffed, finally managing to pull down your underwear to your knees. “It’ll hurt less if you stay still”

“I’m gonna kill you!” Arvin screamed from his place on the ground. His face was a painting of black and red, a trail of blood going down his cheek from his lip. “I’m gonna rip you to threads, get your hands off her damint!”

“Don’t you like this, pretty boy?” Sandy brushed her lips against his neck, rolling her shirt up slowly. “I’m going to give you what that silly girl can’t. You should try and enjoy it”

“Please, let us go” you tried again, feeling Carl’s hands all over you. “Please”

“Right after I fuck your brains out and we have our fun, pretty girl”

Something woke up in your brain when Carl finally tossed the last piece of your clothes to the side, and got ready for business. He had to let go for a second to steady himself, his hand on your neck too loose to really hurt you or stop you. So without thinking much, you swapped your knee from under his body kicked his groin. The arm that had been holding him up went there was a high-pitched cry left his lips; then, his whole body fell on you, his elbow pressing against your ribcage and his hand squeezing your neck.

You felt air being denied to you in a mid-breath as Sandy got off Arvin and rushed to his husband. Probably two or three ribs cracked under his weight when he fully pressed his elbow on your chest, and you frantically scratched his cheek and arms.

“You bitch!” a topless Sandy appeared on your right, hovering around you. There wasn’t much to do, and since her last wish was to help you, she stayed put as Carl pressed harder and harder on your neck.

“Y/N!”

“This is why I wanted you to be good!” Carl roared, finally lifting his elbow in favour of pressing both of his hands against your neck. There were silent tears running down your cheeks, and you were starting to feel dizzy. “I’m fucking your dead corpse! I swear I-“

Carl was probably going to kill you, then rape you and finally, hide your body in the bushes. There would have been too many fingertips on you, and if he was as dumb as he was letting now, he wouldn’t use a condom either. So it would have been matter of time until they found him, and related him with Sandy. Their criminal love story wouldn’t have gone too far either way, but Arvin decided to cut it short.

Now that he didn’t have Sandy on him and a gun pressed on his neck, he wasted no time in rubbing his wrists raw until the ropes came out. With blood dripping like a waterfall from his hands and his feet still locked together, he picked up the gun Sandy had dropped. When she noticed, a half-naked boy was pointing the barrel at her.

Arvin felt two things at the same time.

For one, he saw the preachers face, and the same rage that had ran through his body when he learned about Lenora appeared again. He pressed the tigger with shaky hands, and Sandy dropped with a bullet in the middle of her forehead.

Then, he saw your pale face lightened by the moon light; and if Carl hadn’t been so stupid of letting his pants down his ankles in a rush to do it sooner, that would have been the last thing Arvin would have seen. But the man fell as soon as he tried to get up, and while you breathed desperately, running your hand through the sides of your neck, Arvin pressed the tigger.

Once

Twice

When you finally regained your breath, he was still pressing the tigger. Carl’s head was nothing but a disintegrated ball of blood, brain and bones. Arvin was still on his knees, his boxers resting just bellow his thighs, and the gun was closer than before. The shots echoed through the empty forest like a thunderstorm, and the sounds he made after each one of them was made would be the reason of half of your nightmares for the rest of your life. The gun ran out of bullets, and Arvin threw it to where Carl’s head had once been.

“I’m sorry”

You were holding yourself with your elbow, but Arvin pulled you to a sitting positing as soon as he had crawled past the bodies and was close enough to you. You fell to his lap and wrapped yourself around him, at the moment not caring about how hurt he was. There were bruises all over his body, his thigh wasn’t bleeding anymore yet looked painful, and he was shaking so bad that he barely could hold you right.

“I’m sorry”

“Don’t be” you breathed out, running your hands through his back, shoulders and neck to erase that woman’s touch. He seemed to be doing the same, covering as much skin as he could. “We’re okay. We are”

“We ain’t going to Coal Creek” he whispered. “We’re runnin’. I don’t – far, I don’t know, uh, but far”

“Wherever you want, Arv” you pressed your nose behind his hear. “I love you. I’m sorry”

It went like that for hours, more than what you could count. Both of you apologised, both of you comforted the other, and cradled each other as if there was no tomorrow. Your legs became numb from having them between your bodies, and the cold was threatening to take you over. Arvin’s thigh started bleeding again when you made a rough movement, and for a second he squeezed too thigh and you though you would die and stopped breathing.

But tomorrow rolled by.

The sun came up eventually, the first lazy rays hitting your face and making a faint blush appear there, as if you finally remembered that you were alive. It could have been all a dream, an horrible nightmare, but there were two dead bodies behind you. Arvin limped when, finally, he stood up, and you doubled over in a fit of coughs that had you spitting blood. You were naked, your clothes around the clearing between the trees, Arvin’s tee ripped without repair.

The tears appeared every now and then, and sometimes at the same time. But you didn’t let a nightmare define the rest of your life, so you got dressed again with new clothes and burned every piece of evidence the police could find. Then, you started the car and got out of the woods, turning around and choosing another road. You were sitting on the front seat with Arvin, and even if you weren’t holding each other and your body stung from the lack of his touch, you extended your hand and he took it.

“I love you” you whispered again, your voice hoarse from crying. “I didn’t think I could love someone as much as I love you”

Arvin looked away from the road and gave you a tired, pained smile. He looked the same way he had when you had left Knockemstiff; but at the same time, it seemed like the years had fallen on him like a thousand bricks. It didn’t matter how hard you had tried to clean his face, the shadows of the bruising where still there. The same way your neck would have for a few days the marks of long, wide fingers and the bruise of your side would keep growing.

“I’m gonna marry you someday, you know?” he said, his voice low. The engineer of the car filled the brief silence. “Give you a house, and maybe a dog. Call ‘im Jack”

“Like the one you had with your daddy?” you said, leaning your head against the back of the seat. “I like that idea. Seeing you all dress up”

“And I ain’t gonna let anythin’ else happen to you”

“That’s good, cause I’m not letting anything happen to you too”

Arvin’s hand went from your hand to your arm, until he finally cradled your cheek. He looked at you again as you let your eyes drop for the second time, although there was no bad feeling in your gut. Only the soft brown eyes that were looking at you with so much love that you almost forgot about what had just happen. His thumb brushed against your cheekbone a few times, and even if he had to go back and look to the road, he kept his hand there.

You were sure that there would be nightmares and bad days, from both of you. It was hard to live with what had happened in that forest, but you would manage. Because if it meant having another day with him, tomorrow would always rose.

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capsiclecevans · 4 years ago

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‘i didn’t think you were a dog person Ransom’

Warnings: pure and utter fluff. Soft!Ransom for the win. Mentions of Ransom eating you out, VERY briefly.

Summary: Ransom is a reformed character since he has gotten out of prison, and you both are excited for the homecoming of your new puppy, having turned Ransom into a dog person after years of hating the dogs kept at the Thrombey Manor. (Yes it is inspired by the video of Chris holding the puppy in his IG story because I am so 🥺🥺🥺 for it!)

Word Count: 1.6k

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Reader

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You knew that Ransom was a murderer when you met him one day in his favourite coffee shop. It was big news when it was revealed that he had a hand in is grandfather’s, Harlan Thrombey’s, death on the night of his 85th birthday party. That didn’t scare you away though, not like it scared everyone else away, because who would want to be associated with a killer? That is what made him more appealing to you, plus you liked a challenge.

Ransom wasn’t one to fall in love, he was a lone wolf as he thought, sleep with countless women each week with no regrets or fears in the world. That was what he was like, before prison, and before you. You stepped into his life when he needed someone on his side the most. His family disowned him when they found out that he was responsible for Harlan’s death. They cut him off immediately when the judge sentenced him to prison, luckily he was able to get out, somehow on good behaviour. Most likely because he kept to himself and stayed away from inmates that he could tell were trouble. It wasn’t like his family liked him on the best of times, but having no one at all on his side was very isolating to him.

Ransom saw you as his saviour that day in the coffee shop, when you asked if it was okay to sit with him as all the other tables were taken. Ransom couldn’t seem to say no to you, you were beautiful in his eyes, and he knew straightaway that he had to make you his. Not in a possessive way for once, but in a loving way. For once he was able to see a future where he could settle down with someone and have a family, despite his past.

That was 6 months ago, Ransom had moved in with you when he had to sell his house as he had no more money to pay for it, since he wasn’t able to go to his family for help anymore. Linda told him the day he got sent down that he was ‘no son of hers’ anymore and you knew that affected Ransom more that it had than when he had to beg you for help.

Living with Ransom was better than you expected, if prison taught him something, it was to be a lot more grateful for everything in his life. He started pulling his weight around the house, while you were at work he would tidy the house and make sure that something was in the oven by the time you got home. During this time, you found out that Ransom was an amazing cook, and also that he loved to treat you (which you did not mind at all). You also found out that Ransom hated dogs, which made you a little sick to your stomach, because how could someone hate dogs, especially puppies? Ransom did explain that his hate towards dogs was due to the ones his parents and grandfather had at the Manor, they were too loud and boisterous for him. He didn’t like them jumping up at him either, so there was that.

Since finding out that your boyfriend hated dogs, it was now your mission to get him to like them as you had always planned to get a rescue puppy, plus you had been planning on getting one long before you even met Ransom and started dating.

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You hold the small puppy to your chest as you unlock the door to your house, shielding it from the harsh November wind that downtown Boston had to offer today. You glance at your boyfriend’s Beemer parked in the driveway next to your little Fiat 500 that you had just locked. He was home. It was now or never regarding the little puppy in your arms.

You step inside and kiss the puppy’s head lightly as you kick your shoes off, shrugging your coat off to the best of your ability as you try to not jostle the dog so it stays calm in your arms.

“Babe?” Ransom calls from the kitchen, a smile immediately finds your lips as you hear his voice. You shut the mudroom door with a kick of your foot as you set the bag of belongings for your new puppy down, setting it down on the floor slowly. It takes to sniffing round the hallway, taking its time to get used to its new home as you step over it, walking towards the kitchen to join Ransom.

“Hi love,” you say, smiling at the white cable knit sweater he was wearing. You loved the look of it on him, and how it stretched over his broad shoulders. You lean up to kiss your boyfriend’s cheek, smiling to yourself as you stroke the beard he has allowed to grow. You loved the beard, especially when he went down on you and left beard burn on your thighs, it was like he was marking you to remind you what he can do to you between your legs.

“How was work?” He asks as he turns the oven down slightly, turning to you, wrapping his arms round as yours latched to him round his neck. He leans down to press a soft kiss to your lips as you nod, smiling into the kiss before pulling away. Your fingers running through his fluffy hair, a hairstyle you loved on him.

“Great, how was your day?” You ask as the puppy makings his way into the kitchen, standing by your feet before sniffing at Ransom’s sock, odd might you add.

“It was go- babe, why is there a puppy sniffing at my feet?” Ransom asks, looking down at the newcomer when he feels the dog’s nose on his feet. You bite your lip nervously as he looks back up at you, eyebrow raising in confusion. He thought you knew that he didn’t like dogs, that they were off the table in regards to pets, not that cats were any better to him.

“Well…” You say and reach down to pick the puppy up. “He needed a new home, and maybe he could be the one to help you like dogs, I mean, look at how cute he is Ran…” You say and hold him to face Ransom, a pout appearing on your face as you look at your boyfriend.

Ransom couldn’t help but chuckle at you, and he had to admit to himself that the dog was fucking adorable. Maybe you were right, maybe this little guy would help him get over his fear of dogs. Its not like this little guy would hurt him or anything, he couldn’t be anymore than 4 months old. “What’s his name?”

“Milo” You say and beam up at him, Ransom could have died at how cute and happy you looked right now as you held the puppy to your chest.

“Hey Milo, you gonna be a good boy for us?” Ransom asks and leans his head closer to the small puppy, chuckling as he gets a lick on his cheek in return. Ransom shakes his head affectionately as you walk into the living room with Milo, to get his bed and toys sorted as Ransom finished getting dinner ready for the both of you.

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After dinner was eaten and Ransom had loaded the dishwasher you were sat at opposite sides of the living room, getting Milo to run between you both to try and catch his new tennis ball. Ransom couldn’t help but laugh at the puppy still getting to grips with how to manage his balance. This made you smile widely at Ransom and Milo, your two boys.

As Milo starts to tire out, Ransom picks him up and holds him to his chest, swaying to the music that he had put on the speakers in the house. Kissing his head softly as he holds Milo. Milo rests his head on Ransom’s shoulder, clearly exhausted from the playing and running about.

“Looks like someone is ready for bed…” You chuckle and get up to sit on the couch, watching Ransom with the dog.

“I think he is, but he is not sharing with us.” Ransom says and looks at you, you frown a little and Ransom smirks at you before looking at Milo. “I mean he can have his bed in our room, but he is not sleeping in our bed.”

You smile widely, happy that you were able to compromise on the sleeping situation as you didn’t want Milo to be left down here all alone, especially when he might be scared as he is in a new home. Ransom keeps kissing Milo on the head every now and again as he holds him closer to him, a soft smile gracing his lips every time he looks down at the 4 month old puppy.

“I didn’t think you were a dog person Ransom…” You say as you take a photo of him and Milo, smiling as you set your phone down, walking over to him to wrap your arms round his waist, giggling as Milo licks your cheek affectionately.

“Well, you know what they say, people change for the ones they love…” Ransom whispers into your hair as you all cuddle together to welcome the puppy into your tiny family unit before heading up to bed together. A smile unable to leave your lips as you confirm the love you feel for Ransom back to him for the first time.

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tayaminaka · 4 years ago

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Can I ask for the sacrificed s/o for daughter scenario for Ranpo, Yosano?, Tanizaki, Akutagawa, Edgar and Fyodor. You can get rid of Fyodor if the list is too long

"S/O and her Daughter were Kidnapped and S/O sacrifices herself." with Ranpo Edogawa,Yosano Akiko,Junichiro Tanizaki,Akutagawa Ryūnosuke,Edgard Allan Poe and Fyodor Dostoyevsky [Part Two]

Ranpo Edogawa

When he saw your cold body on the floor, his hands formed into fists

He was too late and that angered him

His mind is empty and full at the same time

The first days he won’t go anywhere. Simply sitting in his room, not talking to anybody until after around five day’s Fukuzawa confronts him with it

That day he had an actually mental breakdown. Yelling at Fukuzawa until tears of anger and sadness are streaming down his face

After that day he actually got better and could take care of your daughter again (Yosano helps him with it even if he says he could do it himself)

Now the Armed Detective Agency would have two little sweet tooth’s

She would sit beside him, mostly eating some candy or simply try to help everybody in the office

As a goodnight story he would mostly tell her about some cases he solved or something about you

They usually don’t speak about you or what happened. It isn’t a forbidden topic but still not really welcomed

Because it usually reminds him that he had failed

They would also go togheter to work and some sweet shops .Though she mostly brings him to them

After all she has still something from you

„Papa this is the wrong direction. We need to go left and not right.” said she as she pulled on his sleeve

He would raise her to the next great detective

When she gets old enough she would go with him to some murder scenes and they would mostly have a competition who’s gonna catch the murder first

The Armed Detective Agency would be like a second family to her

Because everybody takes care of her. Even if she gets older they would still take care of her

When she’s old enough they both would go to the cemetery

She would simply sit in front of your grave and talk to you what happened and that she misses you

Yosano Akiko

Hot tears streamed down her face as she grabbed the one who killed you by his colar with a crazy smile and turned on her chainsaw

She’s gonna use her ability over and over again on your kidnappers

First she would let them scream in agony and then simply heal them only to start over again with her torture

Until someone from the Armed Detective Agency finally stops her

After your dead she will be full with sorrow and anger

But who wouldn’t ?

Everything was perfect and beautiful until those people came

But after some time sorrow will wanish and acceptance will come

Of course she won’t forget you and the sorrow and hate will still be in her heart

But she will try to go on. For you and your daughter

She would make your daughter a cute but at the same time elegant nurse costume

Make a little bag for her and put a little first-aid-kit in it for any case

She will bring her to work and make her, her little assistant

Your daughter would mostly go around the whole office and ask everyone if they are hurt or need help

Ooh you should see her face when she saw Dazai with his bandages

She imidiatly ran to her mama because she thought that he might die

She mostly will treat little injuries like paper cuts or bruises

„Aah Tanizaki-kun, you should be more careful so that you don’t cut yourself again.” said your little daughter as she put a cute band aid on his hurted finger

Even if she gets older she would still be her little assistant and work in the infirmary with her (still with a little nurse outfit only more mature)

Sometime both would sit in the kitchen togheter behind a cup of tea, looking at some old photos of you two

Of course it’s painful for her but your daughter needs to know about those memories

God forbid that somebody hurts her daughter

Because the person will experience her extra "good" treatment

Junichiro Tanizaki

God may have mercy with those who kidnapped and killed you because he won’t

After he discovers your dead he’s in pure rage

Did you see what happened with Higuchi when she hurted Naomi?

He’s gonna make the exact same thing with your killers but much worse...without any mercy

The whole Armed Detective Agency will see him in a whole new light

After that you won’t see a smile on his face a long time

But after some time for himself and a talk with Naomi he would get a little better

Naomi would always help him raising your daughter

And of course putting her in lots of cute dresses

„Uhm...What are you doing?” asked Atsushi your ten year old daughter who was sitting under his table

„Playing hide and seek with auntie Naomi. Now put that chair back or she will find me.” whispered she and pulled the chair back to it’s place

It wouldn’t be a secret for your daughter that Naomi isn’t her real mother

But she would still love her, even if she isn’t her mom

Even if she gets older he would be still a little overprotective and he won’t hesitate to protect her with his life

Mostly after long walks togheter he would give her a piggyback ride to the dorm, like he once did it with you

If she feels sad because she misses you to much he’s gonna try to comfort her.

He would hug her, pet her head and simply give her a chance to let it all out

But he knows that all this is only a small consolation for her

Akutagawa Ryūnosuke

When he found your daughter crying over your corpse he snapped

In less than five minutes everything and everyone was dead and destroyed

Only the quite sobs from you daughter were heard in the distance as he slowly went away with her

Now that everything is over he would mostly become colder and sometimes even aggressive towards everything

Even if Gin try’s to talk to him he would simply brush her off, saying harshly that everything is fine

But don’t trust it

On the inside he’s really disappointed and sad about everything that happened. Sometimes even hating himself for his weakness

If he needs to do more work Gin will mostly help him out in her free time by babysitting your daughter

She would also teach her some self-defence, maybe even some tricks with a knife so that she’s not completely helpless

But when she’s busy too, he will go to Higuchi

She would mostly take her without any doubts and with the most happy expression ever (because her senpai is trusting her)

If your daughter is old enough and ask her nicely, she would secretly even teach her how to handle a gun

His expression would always be serious and cold but your daughter sees trought it and smiles everything he praises her or give her something

On some free days they both would go to the cemetery

Not for a long time, but long enough so that you daughter can speak a little with you and lay fresh flowers on your grave

He isn’t good with words so mostly when your daughter is crying he would get on his knee and simply let her hug him

He would mostly hug her back a little and sometimes,rarely but sometimes pet her head

That usually helps her to calm down and organize herself a little

„Don’t cry...” he said as he pulled your daughter a little more to him so that she could bury her face in his coat.

Edgar Allan Poe

Oooh how much anger and sadness shot trough his body

He couldn’t believe you were dead

Everything was like a awful nightmare and he just wanted to wake up

But you can’t wake up from reality

The first weeks he was depressed, laying in your once shared bed, hoping that maybe you would come back

He will lose his fully inspiration in writing books until one day he saw your daughters drawing where he was writing

After that he would pull himself together and soon everything would be a little normal again

After that accident Karl would be your daughters faithful companion

Everytime she would go somewhere on her own ,he would simply sit on her shoulders

When she can’t sleep or has nightmares Karl would lay right beside her so that she could cuddle with him

It usually helps her to fall asleep in such nights

But when even that doesn’t help she would take Karl and go to Poe to sleep in his bed

„Good Night, Papa...” she whispered as she nuzzle up to him a little more, holding Karl in her arms.

„Good Night...” he answered, wrapping a arm around her after he pulled th blanket a little up so that she doesn’t freeze.

He would also write books for her with the best memories you two ever had

So that your daughter can experience the most beautiful memories by herself

Fyodor Dostoyevsky

Well when he found out about your dead the fate of the kidnapping was sealed

With the most serious and cold expression he ordered Nikolai to get rid of them and bring his little daughter to him

He would be a little like Akutagawa. On the outside there would be simply nothing but on the inside something in him would ache for days

When the right time has come he would introduce her properly to the members

Ivan would always call her little master. He would take care of her, protect her and make her her favourite delicious tea

Sigma would mostly babysit her and be her little friend. Even if she gets older he would be still her friend and sometimes even a brother figure

Well Nikolai would always call her either little Dos-kun or little mouse. He would aways raise her mood with his magic tricks though he sometimes overdo it...

„Papa, Papa uncle Nikolai’s head fell off.” she yelled running towards him with tears in her eyes. In the distance you could see Nikolai’s head laying on the floor with an innocent look like nothing happened

Sometimes when she has trouble with sleeping he would put her on his lap so that she can sleep in his arms while he's "working"

Nobody would know about her existence again. In every date about her would stand "Missing" or "Deceased"

When she has an ability he will use her in his plans as a little trump card because not even a soul knows that she’s still alive and with him

He will teach her all the stuff from simply unlock locks to manipulating people

He would mostly forbid her to go out and visiting your grave

After all, nobody should ever know his little mouse but thanks to his teaching she would simply sneak out when nobody is watching

She would bring fresh flowers to your grave in the summer and brush off the snow in the winter

Always having you in her memories

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etoileholland · 5 years ago

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I will make it up to you

@secretmongereaglegiant asked: Hey, I love reading all your Tom Holland imagines! Could you do one of the boys and Tom’s girlfriend y/n are stuck in quarantine but y/n and Harrison haven’t been getting along and it worries Tom.

Pairing: Tom x female reader

Warnings: angst, a sprinkling of bad words, fluff at the end.

Word count: 4.3k

A/N: My first request! Thank you so much for requesting this! I elaborated on it slightly, but I hope that you enjoy it and that I did it justice. As always, requests are open! And let me know if you want to be added to the tag list 💛

(the gif is not mine, all credit goes to its respective owner)

Although being quarantined wasn’t the best, it did have its perks. You were spending more time with Tom than you had in a long time, and it was nice to be able to catch up on movies and TV shows that you didn’t have time to watch earlier. You were also becoming closer with the boys, and they were becoming more like your little brothers than they were friends.

Except for one.

Even from the beginning, you and Harrison butted heads. You were cut from the same cloth, and it only became more amplified when you were stuck in the same home. It could also be attributed to the fact that it’s already been two months of quarantine, and everyone was starting to become stir crazy.

The squabbles started off small, but as time went on, they became worse.

“I can’t stand you, do you know that?” You scoffed as Harrison stood in the kitchen.

“Back at you princess, I can’t believe we’re stuck in the same home, it’s unbearable.”

“Well it wouldn’t be so unbearable if you actually washed the dishes or took out the trash, or I don’t know, stopped blasting music at 2am when everyone is trying to sleep!”

“I didn’t realise me playing music interrupted your 23 hour beauty sleep. You should shoot for 24 hours instead.” He smirked, and you felt as though you could strangle him.

You stood there for a moment, bringing your hands up in the air, before letting out a sigh.

“Okay I’m going to be the better person here and walk away. You can have the last word.” You made your way out of the kitchen calmly, and were met with Tom standing in the hallway.

“Whoa baby what happened? Why were you two fighting?” He asked as he pulled you into an embrace.

“He just doesn’t do anything useful, you know? I have no idea how you’ve been friends with him for this long.” You spoke against his chest, and he rubbed your back. He paused for a minute and didn’t say anything.

Seeing you two argue broke Tom’s heart, and he realised in that moment that this could be a bigger problem than he originally thought.

“He’s not so bad, darling. You could try to play nice with him for a change.” You scoffed, and Tom just laughed.

“Well he started it!” You whined like a child, and Tom just pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“Doesn’t matter. Anyway, wanna go for a walk with me and Tessa?” He asked and you nodded, grabbing your coat.

—

The next week wasn’t much better. Another argument started when Tom suggested that everyone should watch ‘Knifes Out’ together.

“I don’t want to watch a film with her.” Harrison emphasized, “she talks way too much and gets excited and then you have to rewind it to hear what the actors said. It gets annoying after a while.” He huffed as you crossed your arms over your chest.

“Yeah well at least I’m not a stoic statue of a person who has no emotions whatsoever.” You retorted, and Tom only sighed.

You got up from Tom’s lap and stood up. “I don’t even want to watch the movie, I’m gonna go upstairs and take a bath instead.” You said as Harrison just smiled.

“Thank god, I can’t stand her sometimes.” He tossed a piece of popcorn into his mouth as he pushed play on the film. Tom shot him a glance, and Harrison just shrugged his shoulders. “It’s not my fault you decided to date Y/N, or should I say, the devil in disguise.”

—

A few days later when Tom wanted to exercise with Harrison, you became really clingy with him and insisted that he cuddled with you instead.

“But baby I have to work out, you don’t want me getting all soft and flabby do you?” Tom asked as you placed kisses all along his jaw.

“But I want to cuddle.” You whined as you kissed Tom down his neck. He moaned as he pulled you closer into his lap so that your chest was flush against his. You knew exactly what you were doing, but you just wanted him all to yourself. Also, you were doing it out of spite for Harrison.

“Fine darling you win, I’ll cuddle with you.” You let out a small squeal as you placed a kiss on his lips, before nuzzling your face into his neck.

A few minutes later Harrison knocked on yours and Tom’s bedroom door to see what was taking him so long. He opened the door to see you and Tom cuddling, and he gave Harrison a sympathetic glance.

“Sorry mate, Y/N wants to cuddle right now but I promise I’ll workout with you tomorrow. Isn’t that right angel, you’ll let me workout tomorrow?” He cooed as you nodded your head. Just then, you looked up grinning at Harrison, shooting him a look as if to say “I won.”

Harrison huffed as he walked out of the room, slamming the door behind him.

—

Tom felt really torn when hanging out with the both of you. You were his girlfriend and Harrison was his best friend, but you two didn’t get along well at all. It pained him to see that you two couldn’t stand each other for more than five minutes. And he felt guilty when he would spend more time with you than Harrison, and vice versa. It never seemed that he could please you both, but he was determined to make it work.

He was worried that the worst was yet to come, but he didn’t anticipate how quickly it would come.

—

As promised, Tom went to workout with Harrison the next day, but you weren’t keen on the idea of not spending time with Tom.

“C’mon Haz, am I not allowed to watch my strong boyfriend work out?” You cooed as you squeezed Tom’s bicep.

“You can, maybe you can even help with my workout, darling.” Tom said as you clapped. Harrison was glaring at you, and you shot him an innocent look back.

“You don’t even need her help! What is she gonna do, help you lift weights or something?” He threw his hands up, already exasperated.

“I don’t know, she can be here for support, isn’t that right angel?” Tom asked as you kissed his shoulder.

“Exactly.” You grinned as Harrison snarled at you.

You were always lurking around, practically hanging off of Tom, and it infuriated Harrison. He just wanted to spend some time with his mate but you were always vying for Tom’s attention as well.

And one day, Harrison set you off completely, and it was almost irreconcilable.

—

“You fucking idiot! I wish I could just go back home and not look at your god awful face every morning!” You chucked his phone at his face, and he barely dodged it. It smacked against the wall, leaving a dent, but his phone was in perfect condition.

Harrison picked up his phone and inspected it before stuffing it in his pocket. “Good thing I have an Samsung, there’s not one crack in it.” He smirked and let out a small laugh. “Unlike your iPhone that fell off the table and shattered into a million pieces.”

“My phone didn’t ‘fall off the table’-” you gestured, making air quotes with your hands, “it was shoved off the table by a certain someone who thought it would be funny to see how durable my case was. It fell outside on the concrete, of course it would fucking break!” You let out a laugh as you became more furious.

“Well then, you should’ve had a better case.” Harrison smirked. He was having far too much fun annoying you, and he began to laugh when he saw how visibly angry you were becoming.

“I swear I could murder you right now.” You sneered, and Harrison only laughed. “Has anyone ever told you that you’re just a conceited asshole, who’s so vain that you have to have constant validation from literal strangers on the internet to make yourself feel better?” You took a deep breath, pausing before you continued. “But the truth is, if the fans actually knew you like I do, they would be repulsed by how unbearable you truly are.” You crossed your arms as Harrison’s smirk dropped and was replaced with a clenched jaw.

You two stood there in silence, and you were starting to become slightly afraid of the man standing in front of you. Sure he was only a bit taller than you, but the look in his eyes screamed ‘revenge’.

“You know what, Y/N? I literally have had enough of your shit as well. Tom thinks that you are a literal angel, but the truth is that you are the most high maintenance, manipulative and complainy bitch in the world. Trust me, I can see why fans are constantly sending you hate and saying that you don’t deserve Tom, because it’s true. You’re just vile.” He emphasized the last word, and he froze as he saw Tom standing there, jaw clenched.

“What the fuck is wrong with you two?” You looked over and saw Tom holding in tears. “Listen, I love you both equally. Harrison, you’re like my brother, and Y/N, I’m madly in love with you. But right now I can’t stand either one of you. The two people I love more than anything in the world can’t get along, and god it breaks my heart.” He sniffled as he wiped away a tear. You took a step towards him but he took a step back.

“I’m pissed off, and I don’t want to do something, or say something that I know I’ll regret. So until you two can get along, I want the both of you to leave me alone. Y/N you can sleep on the couch tonight.” He said coldly as he took another step back.

“Tom.” You pleaded, but he held a finger up.

“I am this close-” he held up two fingers and pinched them together, “to breaking up with you. Don’t say one more word. And you-” he pointed to Harrison, “are getting on my nerves so much that I’m tempted to pack your things and kick you out. I don’t care that there’s a plague going on, I am so furious that I would kick you out in a heartbeat. Why the fuck can’t you two get along?” He stormed out of the room and went into his bedroom, slamming the door shut.

You and Harrison stood there in silence, shocked at what just happened. After a minute, Harrison spoke.

“Shit, we’ve really fucked up now. He never gets this mad at people, and when he does, that means he’s at the end of his rope.” Harrison muttered as you began to cry. “Even if we can’t stand each other, we have a mutual love for Tom. And right now, he’s ready to get rid of the both of us if we continue to argue.”

“Yeah, you’re right. Half the time, our arguing is pointless anyway. How did this even start?” You wiped a tear away from your cheek and Harrison just shrugged.

“Honestly, I have no clue. I think it may be because we’re kinda similar in a lot of ways.”

“Maybe, we’re both slightly passive aggressive.”

“And we’re both competitive.” Harrison replied

“And we’re always vying for Tom’s attention. Does that make us jealous?” You asked, and Harrison nodded.

“I’ve always been jealous, it’s a bad habit of mine.”

“Me too.” You replied as you took a seat at the kitchen island. Harrison pulled a beer out of the fridge. He proceeded to open it and leaned against the counter, taking a long drink.

“You know, maybe we could put our differences aside for Tom. We’re both very important people in his life, and why would we toss all that aside just because we’re arguing? You asked as you massaged your temples. “Can you grab a beer for me please?”

“Since when do you drink? You’re always nagging us to stop drinking because it’s bad for our health.” Harrison replied.

“Yeah well I think the situation calls for it, now gimme.” You made grabby hands as he walked over and handed you the drink. You took a sip and grimaced. “God this stuff is terrible! How can you even drink this?” You scrunched your nose up as you slid the drink over. “I need a chaser, asap.”

Harrison laughed as he reached into the fridge and pulled out a bottle of Coca Cola for you. He popped the lid off and set it down in front of you.

“Thank you.” You took a sip and smacked your lips together. “Now this is better.” You both laughed, and for the first time in a while, you were actually enjoying his company.

“I have an idea.” You stated, which caused Harrison to look up at you. He raised his eyebrow as took another sip of his beer, finishing it before reaching for yours.

“Oh no, what is it?” He asked as you grinned.

“Why don’t we do something really nice for Tom so that he can see that we work together well, and so he’ll forgive us really quickly because I already miss him.”

“Okay, let’s show Tom that we can be friendly so that he won’t kick us out of here!” Harrison walked over and you two high fived.

“So what’s the plan?” You asked as you took another sip of your soda. Harrison pulled up the chair next to you and sat down, contemplating on what to do next.

“I don’t know, maybe we can make him a cake that says ‘sorry for being ass-hats’.” He laughed as you sat there thinking about it.

“Let’s do it.” You clapped your hands together and stood up from the chair.

“You can’t be serious, really?” Harrison asked as you began to rummage around the cupboard for baking ingredients.

“Why not? What have we got to lose? And besides, it would show that we can put our disdain aside and collaborate on something. Can you grab the sugar for me please? I’m too short to reach it.”

Harrison laughed as he walked over and grabbed the bag of sugar for you. “Okay if I remember correctly, Tom loves chocolate cake. Or was it red velvet cake that he likes? Hm I’m not sure, anyway let’s make him whatever kind of cake that we can, with the ingredients we have lying around.” You nodded as you grabbed the well loved cookbook from the counter and flipped through it.

“What do we have in the cupboards? Can you please check love?” You asked Harrison as he let out a small laugh.

“Oh now we’re calling each other pet names? Look at us being amicable, princess.” He added as you let out a laugh.

After a few minutes of searching, you realised you had nothing good to throw into a cake.

“Well, so much for that.” Harrison tossed his apron on the counter, but you had an idea.

“We have an egg, graham crackers and some chocolate, right?” You asked and Harrison nodded.

“Good, I can make a French Silk pie real quick. it’s almost so good that it might make Tom forget how much he’s mad at us.”

And the pie was almost that good. Harrison even surprised the household by preparing dinner. He had made tortellini and garlic bread for everyone, and you had helped with dessert.

“Wow, what happened? And why are you two not killing each other?” Sam asked as he hesitantly took a seat at the table. Harry soon followed as he let out a gasp. “You didn’t kill Tom, did you? Is that why we haven’t seen him all day?” He asked as you and Harrison both shook your head no.

“Well, you see, Tom is mad at the both of us because we can’t get along.”

“He’s ready to break up with Y/N and kick me out of the house.” Harrison added.

“That is true, he did say that. But we’re hoping that he’ll forgive us, and see that Harrison and I are now friends.” He looked at you and nodded, and Sam and Harry just sat there in silence.

“Right, well good luck with that. I don’t think he can be won over that easy.” Sam added as Harry nodded.

Tuwaine came in and took a seat at the table as well. “Oh yeah I heard your argument, it was rough.” He said as he took a bite of the garlic bread. “Damn that’s good.” He said as he took another bite.

Tom came down from his room and stormed past you both so he could grab a glass of water. His face was puffy, and his eyes were swollen and red. You could tell that he had been crying, and it broke your heart that you couldn’t console him. You were the reason he was crying.

“Hey, um Harrison and I cooked for you. We made tortellini, garlic bread, and pie for dessert.” You spoke quietly, as if not to anger him anymore.

“That’s true, we make a good team.” Harrison added as he put his arm around you. Tom stood there expressionless, and just nodded.

“Cool, thanks.” He grabbed a plate and dished himself up. He stormed past you again, making his way back into his room and locking the door. Harry, Sam and Tuwaine all looked at you, pausing, before continuing to eat their dinner.

“Sam, I think you may be right. He’s gonna he mad at us for a long time.”

—

Later that night, after you and Harrison washed the dishes, you tried to get into Tom’s room. You remembered that he said you could sleep on the couch tonight, but you didn’t really think he meant it.

“Tommy, it’s late. Can you open the door so I can go to bed?” You asked through the door, and you heard some shuffling inside the room. Tom cracked the door open and threw some clothes at you, and swiftly closed and locked the door. “I meant it when I said you would be sleeping on the couch tonight.” He replied coldly.

You began to cry as you realised the extent of the situation, and how he was showing no sign of changing his mind. You picked up the clothes and made your way into the living room. It was nearly midnight and everyone else was in their rooms, so you got changed in the living room and crawled onto the couch. You sobbed loudly, letting out little hiccups as you cried some more. A few minutes later Harrison came out of his bedroom, pillow and blanket in hand.

“I’m sorry if I woke you up with my crying.” You sobbed as you rubbed your eyes.

“You didn’t, I mean I could hear you, but that’s not why I came in here. I wanted to say I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for Tom to be so mad at you, and I didn’t think he was really willing to break up with you over our feud.” He handed you the blanket and pillow, and you set them on the couch. “I didn’t mean what I said earlier, I think I was just mad that you were always wanting to spend time with him. You do make him really happy though, when you’re not around he constantly gushes about you.” He looked down and you motioned for him to sit next to you on the couch.

“I’m sorry too, I also didn’t mean anything I said earlier. I think I was just jealous of you spending time with him; it felt like you were taking him away from me. And it’s been hard since I can’t go back home, you know. It’s hard not being around family, and I forget that Tom and the boys are your family. I guess I haven’t really handled this whole situation well, and I shouldn’t have taken it out on you.” You sniffed. Harrison handed you the tissue box and you smiled.

“I’m sorry Y/N for being a jerk.”

“And I’m sorry for being a bitch.” You added.

“You’re not, you’re really good for him.”

“You too.”

You scooted closer to Harrison and put your head on his shoulder. He stroked your hair and placed a kiss on the top of your head.

“Friends?” He asked as he extended his hand out.

“Friends.” You said as you shook his hand, signifying that your feud was over.

“Would you want to watch a movie?” Harrison asked as you moved your head so that you could look at him.

“I thought you hated watching movies with me. I talk too much and get too excited.” You said as he frowned.

“I didn’t mean that either, you’re just really passionate about things and I envy that about you.” He added and you grabbed his hand. You gave it a little squeeze before letting go.

“And I envy that you’re not dramatic.” You let out a laugh, and Harrison joined in. He positioned himself so that he was laying on the couch, and his head was on your lap. You were stroking his head and playing with his hair.

“How about you pick the movie, princess.” He whispered as you grabbed the remote.

“Is Tangled okay, love?” You whispered back and he only nodded.

“Of course.”

A few minutes into the film, you both were starting to get sleepy. You crawled next to him so that you were both laying on the couch next to each other. He put his arm around your waist, and you covered both you and him with the blanket. Before you knew it, you were both sound asleep.

Tom woke up at 3am, and nearly had a panic attack when he realised you weren’t sleeping next to him.

Oh that’s right, I’m mad at my girlfriend and best friend. He thought to himself. His head was pounding from all the crying, and he knew that he was dehydrated. Slowly, he got up, holding a hand to his forehead as he went to get a glass of water from the kitchen.

He walked past the living room, but stopped in his tracks when he saw you and Harrison curled up next to each other on the couch. You two looked peaceful, and Harrison’s lips were curled into a little smile.

He let out a small smile, and a tear escaped his eye. This was the first time that you two had gotten along, and the sight of it made him cry. He tried to contain his crying but he couldn’t, the tears were steaming down his face. He let out a small sob, and he tried his best to not wake you.

You had woken up to see Tom standing there, sobbing. You looked over at Harrison, who was also stirring.

“Oh shit.” You said under your breath. Harrison immediately untangled himself from you as you both sat up. You were expecting Tom to be mad and accuse you of cheating, but instead he only shook his head.

“So, you two really do get along now.” He said as he wiped a tear away. You handed him a tissue and he took it, blowing his nose before tossing it in the garbage.

“Yeah, Y/N and I are friends now. We pushed our differences aside and realised that the other person isn’t so bad.” You both looked at each other and smiled, and looked back at Tom.

“Tommy I’m sorry for being terrible and for not getting along with Harrison.”

“I’m sorry for not getting along with Y/N, she’s lovely and I’m happy she’s your girlfriend.”

“I’m happy he’s your best friend.” You added as Harrison kissed you on the top of the head.

“And I’m sorry for threatening to break up with you, and also saying that I would kick you out. I didn’t mean it at all, and I’m sorry.” Tom let out a hiccup as he wiped a tear away. “Do you forgive me?” He whispered as you all nodded. Tom held out his arms as you and Harrison both went to give him a hug. After a minute and some more crying, you all pulled away. Tom then grabbed onto your waist and pulled you into a long kiss.

“I love you Y/N, so much. I can’t spend any more time without you.” He sobbed as you put your arms around his neck and pressed your lips to his.

“Will you sleep with me, please? I miss you.” He whispered and you replied “Of course.” He picked you up and you wrapped your legs around his torso.

“Harrison, I love you mate.” Tom said, still carrying you as you placed kisses along his jaw.

“I love you too mate, now go get some sleep.” He replied as Tom led you into his bedroom.

—

After this, you and Harrison were nearly inseparable.

“Okay so I was thinking, you could join me on my jog today and then you could teach me some yoga.” Harrison stated as you were all having breakfast. You took a sip of your coffee and nodded. You two were sitting next to each other, with your shoulders touching.

“And after that, we can watch Fleabag together.” You added as he nodded excitedly.

“Oh! We can’t forget about working on that puzzle.”

“And you still have to buy me a new phone, you did shatter mine.” You added as you both laughed.

“With a better case, of course.” He said as you lightly elbowed him in the side.

“Oh, definitely.” You laughed, as Harrison looked over at you and grinned.

Tom sat across from you both as you made plans for the whole day, and a smile crept onto his face.

“Can I join in?” He asked as you and Harrison both glanced at him.

“Hmm, nope, sorry mate. She’s all mine now.” Harrison said, leaning his head on your shoulder as Tom pouted.

“Something tells me I’m going to be the third wheel from now on.” Tom remarked as everyone at the table broke out in laughter.

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Mes petits anges (taglist): @starkissedholland @scarletxwidow @fangirlwithasweettooth

#soft boyfriend Tom #tom holland x reader #tom holland x you #tom holland blurb #tom holland imagine #tom holland imagines #tom holland #tom holland fanfic #tom holland fanfics #tom holland x female reader #tom holland and you #tom holland and y/n #tom holland fluff #tom holland angst #tom holland writing #mine #text #tom holland headcanon #tom holland one shot

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so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed · 4 years ago

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With the year coming to an end, here is everything I’ve written in 2020. I had quite a productive year, and wrote some fics I’m very proud of. I’ve also met wonderful new people and I’m going to participate in the big bang next year, as well as hopefully join more fests! Thank you to everyone who has helped me create these 12 fics!

March:

🤴 with no way out and a long way down Larry, 31k, T, written for the @hlroyaltyfest

Prince Harry is ten when he receives his soulmark.

May:

✈️ driving down a one way road (to something better) Zouis, 26k, T, written for the @wallsficfest

“I’m at the airport.” It’s followed by a bitter laugh. “I’m - I’m literally at the airport, hiding away in the toilets to make a phone call. They’re probably going to barge in here in a minute, thinking I’m doing something illegal, but I didn’t know what else to do Lou.” He sounds desperate, wild, nothing that Louis is used to associating with Zayn. “My flight leaves in an hour, and I wasn’t gonna do this, but, I didn’t know what else to do.”

Louis frowns. “What do you mean, love?”

“Can I - Can I please come and stay with you?” It’s barely more than a whisper, and Louis honestly isn’t sure if he’s heard it right, but the lack of an immediate response on his part makes Zayn’s breath come out all shaky and Louis won’t stand for that.

“Yes,” he decides, repeats it, in a softer but no less certain voice, when he knows Zayn is about to protest. “Yes. Of course. I’ll be there, yeah? I’ll come pick you up. When will you get here? What airport?”

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When Zayn breaks up with his boyfriend, he needs a place to stay. Louis wouldn't be Louis if he didn't immediately open his doors to him. Never mind the fact that he's been in love with him for two years. That's not important, right?

July:

🏥 my love will never leave you Larry, 10k, T, written for the @wordplayfics challenge week 1

In a world where memories are used as currency, Louis will do anything it takes for Harry to get better.

🗝 sadness is a little boy looking out the window Ziam, 6k, T, written for the @wordplayfics challenge week 2

Liam is twelve when he receives the key. It’s given to him on his birthday, in a red velvet box, and something about the weight of the box in his palm gives him pause, makes him hold his breath when he unwraps the bow around it.

The bronze key looks innocuous, but Liam knows better. He’s grown up with the stories, as many people have. Has been told about the keys, and that most people except for an unlucky few got one at birth. Some were immediately gifted to them by their parents, others had been kept away from them until such a time that they were deemed responsible enough to understand what it meant.

Because this kind of key, it doesn’t just open any door.

It reveals what you need most, when you need it most, and it can only be used once.

✨ it’s time to find your wings again Larry, 12k, T, written for the @wordplayfics challenge week 3

The first reports are dismissed, as tall tales or folklore. As mental illness, poor Bathilda, she’d gone loopy. As people simply getting scared in the dark woods and seeing things, making things up. Magic isn’t real. Mythological creatures aren't real.

But then the first one is caught. A faun, that little Meg from around the corner swears has attacked her in the woods, and everyone comes to the marketplace to see the faun be hanged for its crimes. Louis doesn’t want to go, but at the same time, he finds himself unable to stay away. Not when this proves what he’s wanted to believe all along, that magic is real.

Louis is twenty when he starts working at the prison. His fascination for supernatural creatures had turned into something most closely resembling loathing over the years, due to the many stories of their evildoing, and although he still doesn’t believe in hanging them for their crimes, he does believe in keeping the town safe. In making sure that his siblings get to grow up without fear of being kidnapped or hurt. As the oldest son, it feels like his duty to make sure that no creature in the wide area will ever pose a threat to anyone.

🍛 it’s a long shot just to beat these odds Ziam, 14k, T, written for the @wordplayfics challenge week 4

Zayn: how many years in prison would I get for murdering a popstar???

He scrapes the plates clean, resists the urge to kick the trash can, his breathing still feeling shallow and high in his chest. He wants a cigarette. And a cuddle from Louis. But a text is the most he can realistically ask for now, and luckily Louis doesn’t leave him hanging.

Louis: ?????

Okay, so it isn’t that helpful, but Zayn knows his anxiety well enough that just distracting his mind is usually enough to keep from having an actual attack. It doesn’t matter that the subject he’s discussing is the one thing his brain is actually panicking about, just trying to formulate words into a text is helping.

Zayn: I served him raw chicken. RAW. And he was kind enough to want to try and eat it too. I could have killed him!!!

That would’ve made headlines for sure. FORMER BOYBANDER GETS POISONED ON FIRST DATE, more on the ten p.m. news.

Louis: well that’s one way of making sure he’s not going to go on any of the other dates. Bit drastic though mate.

August:

💌 if you’re lost just look for me Larry, 9k, T, written for the @wordplayfics challenge week 5

Let your dreams set sail.

Louis blinks at the sticky note, sitting casually in between a flyer advertising an upcoming gig for one of the many bands on campus (the heavy metal graphics implying that the music is not to Louis’ taste) and an ad for a yoga club (Louis is going to have to give that one a miss too). It’s small, barely noticeable unless you’re paying attention, just tucked away as though it’s been left there for Louis to find.

He snorts. “Let your dreams set sail. What a fucking joke.”

Louis' first year of college is everything he had hoped for it to be.

It’s why it’s so hard to swallow that his second year is everything but.

A fic where motivational quotes, no matter how cheesy, might just make everything better after all.

💐 the birth of love like a force of nature Ziam, 22k, T, written for the @ziamfantasyfest

After moving into a new house, Liam decides to introduce himself to the neighbours. The next thing he knows, he’s tied to a chair and threatened by a small army of fairies.

October:

👻 these days I watch you from afar Larry, 666 words, T, written for the @1dtrickortreatfest

“Are you talking to me?”

The boy blinks, blue eyes thoughtful as he cocks his head. “Yeah?”

“You can see me?”

🎃 love me like we don’t have tomorrow Ziam, 666 words, T, written for the @1dtrickortreatfest

"Are you going to see him again?" Louis asks. He’s sitting on a ruined wall, inspecting his long, dark nails. Talons, Zayn thinks. He nods.

“How many years in a row is this?”

Zayn glances at his best mate, doing up the buttons on his coat. “Dunno,” he says, even though he can recall, with perfect clarity, all the times he’s met up with Liam. Every Halloween that he’s spent with him.

"And he still doesn't know?"

☠️ be the end of me Zouis, 666 words, T, written for the @1dtrickortreatfest

"Who are you?" Louis asks, and Zayn can tell that he already knows. He's tense, poised for a flight from the inevitable.

Zayn still answers. "Death."

December:

🎄 room for your love underneath this tree Larry, 11k, T, written for the @1dchristmasfest

“IwannameetHarryStyles,” Daisy mumbles, and Louis blinks.

“What?”

“She says she wants to meet Harry Styles.” Phoebe pipes up, and Louis blinks again, absently switches the camera to himself because he knows that his followers will want to catch his baffled expression.

“You-” he starts, and then stops himself, because he did tell her she could ask for anything she wanted, and how can he go back on his word and tell her that he doesn’t actually have the power to make that happen?

Because Harry Styles is -- he’s next level kind of famous. Louis has two million subscribers on his YouTube, but Harry has eighteen times as many followers on his Twitter alone. He’s had three number one hits in the last year, and his last album had charted at the top spot for a record breaking 27 weeks. He’s a singer, actor and philanthropist, and there is no way in hell that Louis can get him to come meet Daisy for Christmas.

So of course he laughs, even if it’s a little bit breathless, and nods at her. “One Harry Styles for Christmas, coming right up.”

#hlcreators #1dsource #hljournal #larry #my fic post #my fics #2020 in writing #fic masterpost

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b-yeonder · 4 years ago

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Hey are the requests open? If so, can you do a a-z nsfw for Lucifer? If they're not open then please ignore this. Anyways, I love your writing and I'm looking forward to more 😊😊😊

I’ve never done one of these before so I hope it’s okay. Also I struggle to take anything seriously so of course there’s gonna be some dumb shit in here. Anyway, hope you enjoy and thank you so much!

Warnings: NSFW, mentions of murder

NSFW A-Z: LUCIFER

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Lucifer can be rough - he's known to be a sadist after all but that doesn't mean he doesn't know how to look after you once he's had his way. Softens his voice, asks if you're okay, if there's anything you need. Will clean you up and praise you for how well you did. If it's him needing the aftercare, he's very quiet, playing over what just happened. Appreciates a drink and gentle caresses to bring him back down to earth

B = Body Part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

I think that Lucifer has quite a lot of insecurities - being told you're perfect all the time can make you dwell more on your flaws (or what you deem to be flaws.) But one thing he does like is his eyes. He knows he can make you lose yourself in his eyes with a single look. One look from across the room and he can have you begging for him within moments.On you he loves your hands. He doesn't let many people get close, let alone touch him, but your hands can ease his pains and make him feel loved. Massages, caresses, the way you hold his head against your chest at night, or the way you grip his cock so eagerly once he's riled you up. Also ties into a little somethin' I'll mention below in the D section eh ehhhh. (Oh and your mouth is a close second. (And not just because you called him baby boy once and had him malfunctioning for a whole hour.))

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

Lucifer doesn't like the thought of cleaning up, so prefers to cum inside you - it's his main way of showing that you're his. But accidents happen and there have been times he's slipped out at the last minute and coated the skin of your stomach/back and for a moment he found himself admiring it - like a new way of marking you as his. Oh he also likes painting your tongue with his cum too because watching you swallow it makes his pride bl o s s o m.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Dirty to him anyway - he actually likes submitting to you. (Once you two are quite established.) Shock horror! But you're the only one he trusts to completely let loose with, and sometimes when you have this much pressure on you it's nice to let someone else take control. BE HONOURED. OH and the hand thing. He will fucking worship your digits. Kiss 'em, suck 'em, nuzzle 'em. OOF.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

He's been around for a long time, so it goes without saying he's had plenty of experience. He's well versed in the basics and is quick to pick up on every little thing you like to use against you (in the best way possible).

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

Likes being able to see your face, to watch every little sound escape your lips, every little sign of pleasure. Feeds off of it. But is not averse to shoving you face first into the mattress and fucking you senseless until you can barely utter a word. So y'know depends on his mood really.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Serious. But dumb shit can happen during sex and even the Mighty First is not immune to this. Will laugh stuff off and get things quickly back on track by muttering naughty things in that delicious voice of his. If you insist on being jokey he'll insist on making it so you can't do anything but moan ;)

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

He's a busy guy, but he makes sure to always be groomed. This does mean that things get on top of him and well...don't blame the overworked tired bean if he gets a little unruly down there sometimes, okay?

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

He's almost always quietly praising/encouraging you - in between the teasing of course.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

He's a stressed mess, he needs to release his frustrations somehow. Does it less so since you came along, and honestly didn't masturbate too often before, but when he does it's a scene. He takes his time, making sure to work up to a glorious finish so that he can truly relax afterwards.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Probably has a Sir or Daddy kink. Kinda likes choking you as well. One time your hand slipped from his chest to his throat without you thinking and that's when he realised he kinda likes being choked too oii oiiii.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

His freakin' giant glorious bed because he's old and has back pain. Also bending you over his desk after rather troublesome days works too.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

You teasing him throughout the day. "MC you're eating that corn too sexually I'm going to have to teach you a lesson later." "Did you just call me mum? I don't care if it's an accident, I'm going to have to punish you later." "Did you just breathe? That's it, you asked for it." In all seriousness he rarely shows his want for you on the outside, but inside he'll be raring to ravage you. Depends on the day - one day you could have him popping a boner simply by rubbing your foot against his calf. The next, stripping naked and grinding on his face might not even make him blink.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

"Roleplay as Satan for me, Lucifer." You're probably dead before you even finish speaking those words, sorry I don't make the rules. (Oh wait I kinda do right now oops.)

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

Prefers to give as he likes having the power over you to make you come completely undone. Can feel a little vulnerable receiving - maybe he got bitten by a devious ex lover, who knows, but once you get going and his confidence with you grows he likes nothing more than grabbing the back of your head and urging you to take more of him.

P = Pace (Are they fast and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

He can be both. Fast and rough are his go-to, and when he does go slow, his thrusts are still usually on the harder side.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

He loves taking his time with you, as he likes driving you crazy for him but if the mood calls for it he has no issues with bending you over his desk and taking you right then and there. Will probably take extra care of you next time.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Damn straight he's down to experiment. Is curious to see how far both of you can go and what you're willing to do.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Only one round, his back hurts too much. I'm kidding, he can go a few rounds, and can last a long time. There have been a couple occasions he's cum rather fast - either when drunk, or it's been a while since the last time. Gets very embarrassed over it but knows it's natural and happens sometimes. (That’s not the norm though, he promises.)

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

He got a bit crazy when you came along. Anything you like the sound of, he has. Already had blindfolds and things to bind you with - rope, ribbons, string cheese, you name it. But now you're here he has a whole collection of toys to tease you with. Even has a favourite vibrator he loves to leave strapped to your thigh so you can't get away from it. Ah, good times.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Biiitch. BIiiiiiiiiiiiiiitch. This monster is the biggest tease. "Hm...I'm not sure you deserve my cock today, MC. Now now, begging will get you nowhere." (It probably will eventually, just saying. ...Maybe.) He'll leave you on read for days but magically turn up just as you're about to pleasure yourself like "nuhuh bitch, not today."

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Fairly quiet - any sounds he does make are low in his throat, deep. Loses control closer to reaching his climax - gets breathier, speaks a little louder and noises are more frequent. Buuut once he did manage to wake up everyone in the house but that was because you'd been teasing him all day, you hadn’t slept together in like a week, and he'd been drinking and-- the list of excuses go on.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Was once convinced to try out women's underwear once after a conversation with Asmo and was pleasantly surprised by how nice his ass looked. Will never EVER tell anyone this though, not even you and shit I shouldn't even be writing this he's probably gonna-- Oh heyyy Lucifer, nothing to see here I was jus--*gurrKH*

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Decent length, decent thickness. Just enough to take a bit of work to fit in but not too much that it's uncomfortable, y'know?

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Not very high, definitely not above average. Can definitely go without, but his mind might wander.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Depends how tired he is, and how much is on his mind. You'll probably be the one to fall asleep first most of the time, which is great because he's good at giving after-sex cuddles. Plus your steady breathing makes it easier for him to sleep as well so...win win?

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piratestrash · 3 years ago

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You know, being the only normal person in a cursed family is pretty funny. Imagine little Jackie playing swords with some of the crew and accidentally stabbing one of them. She’s shocked and keeps apologizing while others are laughing cause they don’t even feel pain! Or when it’s snowing and she’s freezing some men just walk around without even a shirt on! Most of the delicious food is for her as others can’t taste. skeletons trying to do weird things to make a baby laugh!

When she was tiny, she stabbed Ragetti by accident. He just laughed, immediately letting her know that he’s fine.

Hector actually used this to his advantage when he taught her swordplay and how to use a gun, as her hitting somewhere vital isn’t gonna do anything, so she can learn how to hit effective areas without actually doing damage.

Whenever it snows or gets cold, the ruthless captain has a shivering child in his shirt. Yes, IN his shirt.

She’s cuddling him and using his clothes to add warmth. All this is happening while everyone else is perfectly fine and smirking. This murderous bastard has a tiny child, enjoying cuddling into his chest, using his shirt and coat THAT ARE STILL ON HIM as blankets. He doesn’t mind, though. Sure, there is now a tiny lump in his clothes because a child decided she’s attached, but it’s his child that is cold and clingy.

And yes, there was never a lack of food for the child(or monkey). Apples were a favorite of Jackie’s, much to everyone’s amusement. Rum was also a hit, which was interesting and reminded them of Jack.

I guarantee funny faces were made to amuse a little baby, and limbs were taken off. Someone removed his entire arm and waved it. Someone else removed their hand and and let her play with it in a similar fashion as how Weatherby Swann was attacked. The tiny baby giggling and clapping her little hands was worth any amount of potential embarrassment.

The sweetest thing to witness, however, was Hector taking his hat off and putting it on her. He loves that hat, but was willing to let her wear and even play with it.

Also, Jack the monkey was so gentle that people were convinced he’d been replaced. He’s so…not well behaved, and then when Hector adopted a baby, he was so sweet and never bit her. Didn’t even react when she’d tug his tail as a baby.

#Jackie Sparrow #Captain Hector Barbossa #Hector Barbossa #He’s a good dad okay #And the curse made things so much more amusing objectively

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atlafan · 5 years ago

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Take it Slow - Part Fifty-Eight

a/n: okay this is my first shot at a harry:y/n fic, and it will be multiple parts. y/n had a bad experience with an ex over a year ago, and finally accepts her coworker and good friend Niall’s invitation to go on a blind date with his friend Harry.

Warnings: Smut and Fluff.

Masterpost (all previous parts can be found in the masterpost)

You were laying there, stunned, mouth still hanging open. He wasn’t trying to pick a fight with you, he was simply trying to assert his dominance.

“Harry…I didn’t flirt with-“

“Ah-ah, don’t need to talk about it, yeh told me enough last night.” He nestles further onto your chest, and wraps his arm around your belly. “Actually your friends ratted you out.”

“They’re your friends too.”

“True…was that the most you’ve ever come in one in go?” You smirk.

“With you? Yeah.” He props his head up and furrows his brows at you.

“And just who else has made you come more than that?”

“Myself.” You giggle. His face relaxes and he rests on your chest again.

“How many times in a row have you gotten yourself off before?”

“Think my record’s ten.”

“Ten?!” He sits up fully to look at you. You’re getting annoyed, you just want to cuddle. “Ten times in a row? Weren’t you tired???”

“Exhausted, and sore.”

“When did you do that?”

“Um, a few years ago. I never really…knew how to touch myself when I was younger, and then one night I just sort of figured it out, so I started doing it more. And one night I just kept going. The friction from my hand just felt really good. It was incredible, I could barely talk the next day because my voice was so hoarse from making myself scream.” You were one hundred percent serious, but you knew it was also torture for him to know this. “Guess I got a little greedy with myself.”

“Hm.” He swallows hard. “Challenge accepted then.”

“Not right now!”

“No, not now. At some point though. I’ll beat your best.” He smirks. “All from your hand, you didn’t even use the vibrator?”

“Nope.”

“You’re a little wild, aren’t ya?” He kisses your smiling face.

“Maybe just a little. Now, can we just lay and hold each other, please?”

Harry chuckles and pulls you onto his chest, wrapping his arms around you. Your eyes flutter closed feeling exhausted and relaxed all at the same time.

“What’s this?” Harry asks, looking up at Isaac who just handed him a piece of paper.

“An invitation.”

“To what exactly?”

“St. Patrick’s Day party I’m having.” Harry looks him up and down.

“Isaac, you’re not Irish.”

“No, but that doesn’t mean I can’t party does it?” Harry looks down at the date on the paper.

“Listen, my best mate is actually Irish, like from Ireland, and he usually has a party. I could, um, try to stop by for a bit though since he does an all day thing.”

“Sure.” He tries to act cool. “Whatever works, just wanted you to feel included.” He smiles brightly.

“Thanks, means a lot.” Harry genuinely liked Isaac, he could see himself swinging by the party at some point. Maybe before things got too wild at Niall’s. “Wait.”

“Yeah?”

“Who else from here’s invited?” Isaac smirks at him.

“Everyone.”

“You’re a little too nice, you could be a little selective.”

“Bring Y/N with you, okay?” He shakes his head and leaves the office.

St. Patrick’s Day was a couple weeks away, he had plenty of time to decide what he wanted to do. Harry realizes that you weren’t at Niall’s party last year, or maybe you were, he honestly couldn’t remember. When he gets home from work that night he thinks to bring it up.

“Babe?”

“Yeah?”

“What do you do for St. Patrick’s Day?”

“Oh, the girls and I go to the parade in southie. My grandparent’s old apartment is on one of the sidestreets of the parade route, so I know the best place to stand. And then I think we spent the rest of the day at a pub last year.”

“You didn’t go to Niall’s last year?”

“I was supposed to, but I got too drunk.” You laugh. “We’ll go this year, yeah?”

“Definitely.” He smiles.

“Wanna come to the parade too? It’s a lot of fun.”

“Sure!” He pauses. “Isaac is havin’ a party too. Thought maybe we could swing by when there’s a lull at Niall’s.” You raise an eyebrow at him.

“You want to spend time with people from work? I’m shocked.”

“I like Isaac, and it would be rude to not at least swing by.”

“You don’t have to convince me, I’m game.”

“He invited everyone.”

“So?”

“So Mykenzie might be there…”

“And?”

“You wouldn’t care?”

“Harry.” You chuckle. “I’m the one fucking you, not her. I’m really unbothered.” You get up from the island and clean your plate from dinner.

He found your confidence and trust to be so sexy. He gets up to clean his plate as well. You kiss him on the cheek, and go out to the living room, plopping down on the sofa and grabbing your laptop. You had some homework to do. Harry sits next to you and turns the TV on. You think of something funny you saw on tik tok. You position yourself so your back is resting against the arm of the sofa. You position your phone, and start filming him. You sigh heavily. Harry whips his head to look at you.

“What’s wrong baby?”

“Nothing, just don’t feel doing my homework.”

“Aww.”

He closes your laptop, and moves it away. He crawls on top of you, making you giggle. You stop recording. You scratch the top of his head and give it a kiss.

“That was cute.”

“What?”

“Watch.” He turns his head to your phone.

“You were filmin’ me?”

“Mhm, watch, you’re so cute. Can I post this?” He sighs.

“I suppose. Did the other one get any likes?”

“You know, I haven’t checked. I’ve not been on the app.” You open it up and gasp. “Ten thousand! Popular trend.” You furrow your brows. “Look at all the comments!”

“He’s so hot, hot bf, looks like he was expecting you, those hands omfg.” He starts laughing.

“Definitely posting this one.” You upload the video and all the hashtags.

You both get cozy and watch the short videos together. Some making the both of you laugh and some that had you both rolling your eyes.

“Did you ever have vine?” You ask him.

“For a short bit, didn’t use it much though. Did you?”

“Oh yeah, I used it all the time. I’d stay up super late in school by accident watching videos. I’d laugh so hard I’d cry most nights.” You giggle. “Sometimes I’ll watch compilations on YouTube. I was genuinely crushed when they announced the app was cancelled.”

“Did you make a lot of videos?”

“Sure! Nothing ever this popular though. It’s a really fun and creative outlet.”

“Glad I could help yeh get some followers.” He grins.

“Yeah, yeah.”

“Bet this’ll get thousands too. After all, I’m pretty hot.” You shake your head at him.

“Okay, I actually need to get my homework done now, get off.”

“I see, just use me for gains on the internet.” He fakes pouts.

“Now you’re getting it.” You both laugh.

On the morning of St. Patrick’s Day, you dig out your green crop top sweater, and a pair of dark blue skinny jeans. You put curls in your hair, and find your green Celtics hat. You knew it would be chilly. Harry throws on black jeans and the Celtics sweatshirt you had bought him specifically for today because you didn’t want someone murdering him while he wore his Packers sweatshirt. Your midriff was showing just enough that you could see your naval piercing.

“You look cute, baby.” He says, kissing you on the cheek.

“Thank you.” You look at your watch. “We gotta head to the T to meet everyone soon.”

“Alright.”

You head to the T and go the few stops you need to meet the girls, and then you uber the rest of the way to where your grandparents used to live. You point out the apartment to Harry. You get teary eyed, but shake it away as you walk down the street to stand on the sidewalk. You were happy you thought to wear a coat over your sweater because it was a tad windy. You stand in front of Harry, and he wraps both arms around your shoulders, resting his chin on the top of your head. Sarah takes a picture of the two of you.

“Harry, Mariah’s coming to Niall’s party later.” Rachel tells him.

“That’s great! We’re gonna see her at another friend’s party in a bit.”

“She mentioned you were going to swing by where she was. Isaac’s right?”

��Mhm. So you two have hung out a couple times then?”

“Yeah, we’ve gone to a movie here and there, dinner.” She smiles. “I like her.”

“She likes you too.”

The parade starts, and it’s as much fun as it always is. You all clap as the floats go by. You catch a ton of green beads that are flung at you, and you put one around Harry’s neck. After the parade you all head to Niall’s. He didn’t like parades. He was also busy getting his apartment ready for the day and night ahead.

“Hey everyone!” He kisses Sarah. “Thanks for lettin’ everyone up.” He kisses her again.

“Course.” She says with a smile.

“Right, well, I got the boiled dinner goin’, fridge is stocked with beer, got the bar set up too. And there’s lots of other snacks around.”

“It looks great in here, Niall.” You put your hand on his shoulder. You take your jacket off and hang it up.

“When are you guys goin’ t’Isaac’s?”

“Later this afternoon, just swingin’ by quick.” Harry explains. “Let’s have a pint, yeah?”

Harry and Niall both crack open a cold Guinness, and pour them into glasses. As you had gotten older you realized day drinking was way more fun than staying out for hours on end. You and the girls stick with vodka tonics for the time being. The three of you take cute pictures together.

“Oh! Let’s all kiss Niall on the cheek!” Sarah says. “Get it, cause he’s Irish?” She giggles.

“Good idea!” Rachel says. “It’ll be like Charlie’s Angels. Harry, come take our picture.”

“What are we doin’?” Niall asks. Everyone was starting to get slightly buzzed.

“We’re all going to kiss you on the cheek.” Sarah explains. “Hm, how can we get all three of us in here?”

“We should get all of us.” You say. “Harry can kiss the top of his head.”

“No way, Harry gets a cheek.”

“Let’s just each take a turn, and then we’ll get a couple of us on either side, I think that would look cute, but I’m the only when that gets those lips.” Sarah looks at Harry.

“What are yeh lookin’ at me for?”

“I’ve seen the Polaroids.”

“Jesus, fuck Niall.”

“What Polaroids?” You ask.

“Don’t worry about it.” Niall says. “Just take your pictures.”

You take a picture of Niall and Sarah kissing, and everyone awws. Next you and Rachel go on either side of him. You squeeze his cheeks between your thumb and forefinger, and you and Rachel kiss each of his cheeks, leaving lipstick behind. Harry’s jaw tenses when he watches you and Niall giggle. Had you kissed him before? It was only the cheek, but still.

“Alright, my turn.” Harry says grinning. “Gonna be a nice wet one too, c’mere.”

“Please, no, ahhhh gross!” Harry presses his tongue to Niall’s cheek just as you take the picture and everyone laughs. “You’re disgustin’.” Niall wipes his cheek off with the back of his palm.

“Harry we should go before we get too drunk.” You say grabbing your coat.

“Good thinkin’. Be back in a bit.”

You both wave to the group and leave. You knew the apartment would be filled with people when you got back, so you were happy to have the time to pregame together. You uber to Isaac’s apartment. It’s a quaint neighborhood. You and Harry had brought a case of beer with you to give to him. He holds your hand tight, he was a little nervous seeing so many people outside of work for the first time. He rings the buzzer and you’re both let up.

“Harry, you made it!” Isaac gives him a hug. “Hi Y/N.” He smiles.

“Hi Isaac! Here we brought this for you.” You hand him the case of beer.

“Thanks! Definitely going to need a lot of this today. C’mon in. I can take your coats.”

“Thanks.” You smile back. You and Harry hand him your coats.

There were plenty of people here already. Harry keeps his arm hooked around your waist. It was clear you were not to leave his side the entire time you were here. Which was perfectly fine with you. These are the moments you didn’t mind he was clingy. You both still had a good buzz going.

“There’s a keg in the living room, help yourselves.” You both walk further into the living area.

Julia and Dana are standing together near the keg. Ah yes, underage drinking, how fun for them. Their jaws drop when they see Harry, and they drop further when they see you, his pretty girlfriend. They weren’t expecting to see you almost sort of dressed like them. You pulled off the crop top look quite well.

“Hi girls.” You say to them smiling, grabbing two solo cups. You had hoped Julia crapped herself when she saw you, and by the way her cheeks flushed, maybe she had.

“I got it.” Harry says, tapping the keg and filling the cups. Julia bites the top of her cup. “Don’t worry, I won’t tattle on yeh.” She blushes. “I was in college once too.” He winks at them.

“We’re surprised to see you here.” Dana says.

“Why? Awfully rude to decline an invitation.”

Harry hands you your cup and puts his arm back around your waist. Julia has her eyes glued to you. Did you know about what happened? Of course you did, why wouldn’t Harry tell you?

“Well, we’re happy to see you, right Jules?”

“Yeah, super happy.”

“Surprised you two are at such an adult party.” He says.

“We have somewhere else to be later. Just here to pregame.” Dana explains.

“Myk’s here too.” Julia blurts out.

“Figured.”

“And Paige, and Mariah.” Harry nods.

“Myk brought her boyfriend too, H.” Dana says, nodding over to where they were standing and talking.

“Oh, good for her. Babe, let’s go find Mariah, yeah?”

“Alright. Nice to see you two again.” You smile at them as you walk away with Harry, his grip tightening on you.

“Babe, ugh, gag me.” Julia says quietly.

“How could you not be over him after everything that happened?”

“Because…look at him! He’s so fucking gorgeous, it’s not fair.” She sighs.

You and Harry find Mariah and say hello.

“Hey guys! Think I’ll leave when you do, Rachel invited me to your friend’s party.”

“Sounds good, yeah, she told us.” Harry smiles.

“You got your nose pierced! When can you put the hoop in?”

“Just a few more weeks, I’m itching to change it out.”

“I promise, you’ll be happy you did it this way. Makes it a lot easier to change them in and out.” You nod and take a sip of your beer. Isaac comes over to your little group.

“Everyone good?”

“Isaac, you are the perfect host.” Mariah says putting a hand on his shoulder.

“I do what I can.”

“Do you have a roommate, or do you live here alone?” Harry asks.

“With a roomie, he’s over there.” He points. “Some of his friends are here too.” You look around and see a few flamboyant looking people and smile. A couple of them walk over.

“Oo, girl, I don’t know you, but I have to tell you, this look, you are serving mama.” You giggle.

“Thanks! This sweater used to be longer, but I cut it up myself.” You get into conversation with the boys.

Harry feels more comfortable now, so he lets you go. He knew you were social and outgoing, he didn’t want to hinder you. Mykenzie and her boyfriend come over.

“Never thought I’d see you at one of these things.” She huffs.

“You can thank yourself for that.” She rolls her eyes at him and his jaw tenses. He’d slap her if he could, but she’d probably like it so what’s the use?

“Anyways, this is Brian, my boyfriend. Brian, this is Harry. He takes pictures for our studio.”

“Nice to meet you.” He smiles at Harry and shakes his hand. You catch the awkward exchange out of the corner of your eye.

“Likewise.”

Brian didn’t look anything like Harry. He had blonde hair and brown eyes, an odd combination. No apparent tattoos. You wondered how long they had been dating.

“So, where’s your girl?” She asks.

“Right there, making pleasant conversation.” He points to you. You smile at him and excuse yourself from your conversation, and go over to him. He kisses the top of your head through your hat. He snakes his arm back around your waist. “This is Y/N.”

“Hi, I’m Brian.”

“Hi.” You smile and shake his hand. “Nice to see you again.” You say to Mykenzie.”

“Yeah.” She says with a fake smile.

“Need another drink, Myk?” Brian asks her.

“Yeah, actually.” She smiles as he walks away.

“Need to use the loo, Mariah, know where it is?” Harry asks her.

“Yeah, follow me.” Mykenzie crosses her arms when she’s left with you.

“So…you two still doing well, then?”

“Mhm, really well.” She looks you up and down. “Cute outfit, very festive.”

“Thanks.” You smile.

“You’re younger than him, right?”

“Um, only by a year and a half.”

“Interesting.”

“Why?”

“Well…I just always thought he liked be the younger one.” You furrow your brows.

“Why, how old are you?”

“Just turned thirty this year.”

“That’s only a four year age difference.”

“Wow, you are smart.” Her voice littered with sarcasm. You roll your eyes at her. “Careful, he doesn’t like that very much.” Your mouth forms into a straight line. She was trying to make you mad, but this bitch really didn’t know who she was fucking with. You cross your arms and smirk.

“He likes it a lot, actually. Begs me to do it.” Her eyebrows raise. She’s never known Harry to beg for anything.

“That so?”

“Oh yeah. In fact, he begs me for a lot of things. You should see the look on his face when I tell him to wait, it’s priceless.” You take a coy sip of your drink. “But I don’t need to tell you, I’m sure you remember lots of things like that about him. Things I’m sure you’d love to throw in my face. But I’m sure that nice man over there getting you a drink wouldn’t appreciate hearing any of it, would he?”

“You think you’re a tough bitch, don’t you?”

“Oh, you poor, sweet, idiot. I don’t just think it, I know it. You think I have any reason to be afraid of you? Intimidated by you? You’re the last person I would ever be threatened by.”

Harry and Mariah return at the same as Brian does. He hands Mykenzie her drink.

“Thanks.” She says to him, her cheeks hot. Harry snakes his arm back around you.

“Alright?” He asks you, not having realized just who he left you alone with.

“Oh sure, we had a nice chat.” She rolls her eyes at you as she takes a sip of her drink. You feel Harry’s hand squeeze your hip.

So this is where it came from. No wonder he hated when you did it. It must remind him of her every single time you roll your eyes, whether it’s playful or not. The thing you weren’t sure of though was if he really truly hated it, or if the defiance of it turned him on so much it sent him into another state.

“Bought ready to go? I’d like to head back to Niall’s soon…”

“Sure! Yeah, lemme just find Isaac, gotta make the rounds and all that.” You nod.

“Nice seeing you again, and it was so nice to meet you Brian, you have a really great girl here.”

Your sarcasm isn’t lost on Harry. He knew whatever you two talked about wasn’t good. You and Mariah follow Harry around. He gives Isaac a hug goodbye. He waves to Dana and Julia, and then turns to the two of you.

“Ready ladies?” You both nod, and head out to your uber.

You get up inside Niall’s, and there were a ton of people there just like you knew there would be. Once you get settled, Harry pulls you down the hall where there were less people.

“What’s up?”

“Did Myk say anything weird to you?”

“Weird? No.” You smirk. “She wanted to start something with me, but I put her in her place.”

“Okay, but what did she-“

“Don’t worry about it. S’not important. C’mon, there’s a party, let’s drink.”

You go out to find Sarah and Rachel. Rachel was talking with Mariah. They both looked excited to see each other. You decide to leave them alone. You find Sarah by the makeshift bar Niall had put together.

“Shots?” She asks.

“Shots.”

She slices up a lime and hands you the salt as she gets two shot glasses. Harry watched the entire thing. How you slowly lick the back of your hand to get the salt on there, and how you lick at it again before you tip your head back. He watches you sink your teeth into the juicy lime and suck everything out of it, juice rolling down your chin. You use the back of your hand to wipe yourself off. You and Sarah giggle as she makes you both a margarita. Your third type of alcohol for today.

“You’re back!” Niall slaps Harry’s back.

“I wish Lou was here…” Harry pouts.

“I know, he just couldn’t make it to this one. Think he had Freddie this weekend.”

“Can’t blame him for that.” He sighs.

“C’mon, let’s have a drink.”

Harry and Niall go into the fridge and they each crack open a beer. You sip your margarita happily as you chat with Sarah. You knew you were going to get hammered, but you needed to nurse your drinks so you wouldn't throw up. You looked over at Harry, who looked absolutely delicious in your now hazy eyes. You wanted his cock in your mouth, and you wanted it now. He looks over at you and does a double take. He instantly recognized the look on your face as he met your gaze.

“Shit.” He says under his breath.

“What?” Niall asks innocently.

“Hm, oh, nothin’.” Harry smiles awkwardly. Niall looks over at you, and he can see the look on your face too as Sarah absentmindedly talks your ear off.

“Look, if you’re gonna do that again here, could ya clean up? Yeh left the guest bath a mess, and Eleanor thought I was a slob.”

“What? How? How do you know-?”

“Was painfully obvious. You both disappeared.”

“You don’t care?”

“Why the fuck would I?” He shrugs and then grins. “When yeh finally have that house warmin’ don’t be surprised if I fuck Sarah in some random room as payback.” They both laugh and walk over to you and Sarah.

Niall distracts Sarah with a kiss while Harry yanks you down the hall, and into the guest bath, locking both doors like you had done on New Year’s.

“How’d you know?” You breathe against his neck.

“I’d know that look anywhere.” You get on your knees and start undoing his belt and pants.

“Just want it in my mouth, you can fuck me when we get home later, yeah?” He nods.

You tug his jeans down just enough, and take his cock out of his boxers. You don’t even pump him first, you just wrap your mouth right around him, and moan. He grips the counter behind him, watching your eyes flutter closed as you swirl your tongue around him.

“Fuck.” He groans.

Your hands were secure on his hips while you bobbed your head up and down him slowly, trying to take as much of his as you could. He pushes his hips forward slightly and you gag on him as he hits the back of your throat. You come off him for a second just catch your breath.

“Sorry, angel. Got excited.” He breathes.

“S’okay.”

You’re back on him instantly, and you moan at the salty tastes as your tongue slides over his leaking slit. You hear him let out a breathless moan. You take him deep, and suck on him hard until you have him panting.

“Gonna come.” He moans, and it’s music to your ears. “Y/N, gonna fill that pretty mouth up.”

You groan against him. You had to be soaked through, but you’d deal with that later. You feel his come shoot into your mouth and you take it all. You slide off him and swallow every last drop. You stand up and rinse your mouth out quick while he pulls his pants back up. He rubs your back for a moment while you catch your breath.

“Sure I can’t do anythin’ for yeh, love?” You smile and kiss his cheek.

“You just did. S’all I wanted. Just wanted to, hic, taste you.” You were drunk, this you were sure of. You hear some Nicki Minaj song come on. Damn the music was loud. “Shit, I love this song.”

You practically race out of the bathroom, and guest room with Harry not too far behind. You find Rachel and Sarah and the three of you start dancing. Harry’s face was absolutely flushed. Mariah comes over to him.

“Dontcha wanna dance with ‘em?”

“Nah, I’m fine watching the show.” She looks at him. “You okay? Your cheeks are really red.”

“Just the alcohol, love.” She smirks at him.

“Sure it is.”

“Oh shut up.” He nudges her. “How are things with Rach?”

“Good! Think we’re going to hang out later in the week.”

“Can I ask a personal question?”

“Sure.”

“Have yeh kissed or anythin’?”

“Yes.” She giggles. “The other day, but that’s all we’ve done. She said she moved too fast with the last person she was with and just wanted to take things slow for a while. Which I’m perfectly fine with. No need to rush.”

“Right.” He nods, and looks back at you dance with your friends.

“They really know how to move, huh?”

“Oh, you have no idea. You should see them at a club. They’re crazy.”

“Especially Y/N.”

“Keep your eyes on your own girl.” She nudges him. “Kidding.”

“No you’re not.” She snorts. “You’re a possessive guy Harry. You’re possessive with your equipment, your shoots, and the people in your life. You barely let her go at Isaac’s.”

“That was due to nerves. Bad enough I left her alone with Myk.”

“Why did you sleep with her anyways?”

“I was younger and stupid. Thought she’d be a quick and easy fuck, and she was, until it continued…for far too long. Least she has a boyfriend now, she bothers me way less.”

“I swear she’d pounce at the chance to fuck you with the way she looks at you sometimes in our staff meetings.” She laughs.

“Any one of them would, I’m afraid.” He rubs the back of his neck. “Am I that good looking? Honestly?”

“Harry, I’m a very gay woman…but honestly…I’d take a ride.” She smirks and they both burst out laughing.

You eventually get Harry to come dance against you when Niall joins Sarah. Mariah eventually joins Rachel, but the two opt to sit on the couch together to chat. You grind your butt up against Harry’s pelvis in time with the music. Niall had put a great playlist together.

“Hey, we’re gonna go.” Rachel says putting her coat on. “Mariah said she’d help me get home.”

“Oh!” You practically lunge at her with hug. “Let me know when you get back!”

“Okay! Thanks for everything Niall.”

“Glad yeh could make it.” He slurs.

“See you Monday, H.” Mariah gives Harry and you a hug. “Good to see you Y/N.”

“Same to you, bye!” You watch them leave. “They are so cute!” You kiss Harry on the cheek. “Good job.”

Harry had you up over his shoulder when it was time to go. You had drank so much with Sarah that you could barely walk. You were still singing along to whatever music was playing while Harry carried you around to say his goodnights. Sarah was about to pass out when she gave Harry a loose hug.

“Night mate, thanks again.”

“Night! Safe travels.” He chuckles.

“Niall!” You yell from behind Harry. He walks around and bends down to meet your face. “Lemme smoosh that little face.” You grab his cheeks. “I had so much fun today, you throw the bessssst parties, I love you.”

“I love you too.” He giggles and you let go of him. He kisses your forehead making you giggle.

“Alright, I’m takin’ her home before you two start makin’ out behind me.” Harry huffs.

“Chill, not where my lips wanna be.” He nods towards Sarah.

Harry walks out with you still over his shoulder. You didn’t mind being carried by him until you realize Michael would be at the desk when you got back.

“Harry put me down! I don’t want anyone in the lobby to see me like this.”

“You can barely walk.”

“Gimme a piggyback ride then.” You smack his butt as he crosses the street.

“Oi!”

“I’ll do it again!” You smack his butt again.

“Jesus!” He sets you down and crouches in front of you so you can get on his back. “Alright?”

“Mhm, much better.” You rest your chin on his shoulder as he hooks his arms under legs, and stands effortlessly. “You’re so strong, baby.”

“I know.” He sighs as he enters the building. Luckily there were other drunk people stumbling in.

Michael looks up and smiles at the two of you, you wave to him.

“Can we say hi to Michael, pleasseeeee, poor thing didn’t get to enjoy the holiday.” Harry sighs again but does as you ask. He knew you’d keep whining if he didn’t. “Hi Michael.”

“Hi Miss Y/L/N, Mr. Styles.” He smiles. “Have a nice St. Patrick’s Day?”

“The best! Did you get to enjoy it at all?”

“I did! Just came in a couple hours ago actually. Opted for the night shift so I could hang out with friends earlier.”

“That’s nice. We were with friends all day. Our best friend lives across the street.”

“That’s nice.” You smile big at him.

“Right, well, we’re gonna head up now.”

“Goodnight.” He smiles as you wave.

Harry gets you two into the elevator, you still secure on his back.

“Michael is so nice, Harry.”

“I know.”

“How come you’re not drunk?”

“I am.”

“You’re not acting like it.”

“I started drinking water over an hour ago, unlike some people.” The elevator door opens and he makes his way with you down the hall and into your apartment.

“Didn’t want any.”

“Well, you’re going to drink some now.” He brings you right into the kitchen and sets you down on top of the island. He unzips your jacket for you and you shimmy it off while he fills a glass of water for you. “Let’s go, slow sips.” You shake your head no. “I’m not kiddin’, c’mon.”

“I wanna dance some more.”

“I dare you to try and stand on your own two feet right now.”

“Fine.” You hop off the counter and immediately lose your balance, landing on your butt. You start laughing. Harry sits down next to you, leaning against the island.

“Please, drink the water. You’re gonna have a massive headache tomorrow if you don’t.”

“It’s already tomorrow.” You take your temple knowingly.

“Y/N, for the love of god, drink the fuckin’ water.”

“Why are you getting mad at me?” You pout.

“M’not.” He sighs.

“You swore at me, you’re mad. And I was so nice to you earlier, I let you come in my mouth.”

“Yes, you did.”

“So be nice to me.”

“I’m tryin’.”

“Ask me nicely, Harry.”

“Y/N, would you please drink this water?”

“Fine.” You snatch it from him and take slow sips. Your eyes feel droopy, and you lean your head back against the island.

“Can’t fall asleep, love.”

“M’not.” You take more sips of the water.

You eventually hand him the glass of water, and you climb your way up to your feet. You close your eyes and then open them again. The room felt like it was spinning.

“Shit.”

“What?”

“I have the spins, fuck.” You clutch at the counter.

“Are you gonna throw?”

“I…I don’t know, help me get to the bedroom, please, I’ll lay on the rug.” Harry picks you up and carries you to the bedroom. You start giggling.

“What’s so funny?”

“You’re like my prince, no, you’re better than a prince. You’re like a knight in shining armor.” You nuzzle into his chest as he sits you on the bed.

“Let’s getcha outa these clothes, hm?” You nod.

You lift your arms up so he can take your sweater off. He reaches around you to unhook your bra, effortless as usual.

“You’re too good at that.” You say as it drops to the floor.

“Lots of practice, I’m afraid. Stand up.” You use use shoulders to steady you as he takes your pants and underwear off.

“Can I wear that t-shirt to bed? You know that one I really like?”

“My uni T?”

“Mhm, please, I really wanna wear it.”

Harry rummages through his dresser for the shirt, and helps you put it on. It hugs around your thighs.

“Makes me feel like I’m one of your college hookups.” You giggle.

“And you like that?”

“S’fun to play pretend sometimes.”

“You’re killin’ me.” He shakes his head. “C’mon, you’ll be pissed if you don’t wash your face.”

He gets you into the bathroom, and grabs one of your scrunchies to put your hair up with. He runs the water and grabs a washcloth. He gets your makeup off. Your eyes flutter closes as he does so. He washes his hands before lathering them up with your face wash. It was like you were getting a facial. After thirty seconds he wipes it all off with the cloth. Next you each manage to brush your teeth.

“I need t’pee.”

“Alright, let me help you to the toilet.”

“I don’t want you to watch me pee!”

“You could easily pass out on that toilet. I’ve been in the bathroom with you plenty of times while you’ve wee’d, I’ll turn around.” You nod.

You sit down to pee, wipe yourself, and flush. He turns back around and helps you up. You wash your hands quick.

“Stay right there, now I need t’wee.” He does so quickly. You look up and away. You hear him zip up his pants and then suddenly you’re being lifted. “Still have the spins?”

“No, but I’m sure the second I lay down I will.” You chuckle against his neck. “Thank you for taking such good care of me.”

“Course. You’d do the same.” He lays you down on your stomach.

“I really would.” He strips himself of his clothes and climbs in next to you. You turn your head slightly to face him.

“Hey, um…” He rolls over onto his side to face you. “How come you wanted to squish Niall’s face before we left?”

“I wanted to do what? Ugh, fuck. Yeah, I need to sleep on the floor, I feel like I’m swimming.”

You grab your pillow and throw it to the floor. You drag half the blankets with you as you make it to the floor. Harry crawls to the edge of the bed to look at you. You curl up and sigh.

“Better?” He asks.

“Mhm.”

“Alright make room.”

“No, stay on the bed. What if your back hurts?”

“I won’t be able to sleep with you…” It’s a shameless admission, but he’s still sort of embarrassed.

Harry grabs his pillows, and the comforter, and joins you on the floor. He wraps his arms around you and you back up into him. You prayed you wouldn’t need to throw up. You felt less spinney being on the floor, so that was a good sign. You feel yourself drift off to sleep slowly, and thankful that tomorrow was not a work day.

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writingawaymylife · 4 years ago

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Blue and Gold

Word Count: 1581

Category: Fluffy as a newborn bunny

Character(s): Thorin

Pairing(s): Thorin x reader

Warnings: Nothing.

Overall Summary: You and Thorin get some ‘us’ time.

A/N: So I’ve been reposting all of my old stories - going through and editing them to match my skill and style a little better. I’m honestly surprised I still had this one in my docs still! But I have to admit, I’m very happy I kept it. This is from 2017, so it definitely had some inadequacies that I needed to correct, but it was still pretty well written - which surprised me to be honest. I always looked back and thought my stuff was just horrible but it’s... well not great, but it’s definitely not terrible! Anyway, I hope you enjoy this! I really did like rereading and writing this again!

“Please.”

“No.”

“What if I took it off before your meeting tomorrow?”

“I said, no.”

The huff you made was exaggerated and long as you sat down, rather unceremoniously, onto his desk. Your arms were crossed, there was a little glare in your eyes, and your foot was gently thumping against the wooden desk. He might have been doing a good job of focusing, but there was no way he was going to be able to ignore you for long. If there was one person that could get his attention, even when he absolutely did not want to give it, it was you. You knew this. Thorin knew this. It only took patience - which it was easy to say you had far more of.

Thorin continued his work as if you weren't there for longer than you would have expected him to. His light blue eyes pacing back and forth against the letters written onto the paper, his face staying completely stoic, except for the small furrow of his brow. A habit he had when he worked. But you could see through it, and the soft sigh that escaped his lips was more than enough to let you know his resolve was breaking.

“I solemnly swear that I won’t be as lazy with yours as I was with mine. It will not look like a five-year-old did it, promise.” You leaned towards him and lightly nudged his shoulder with yours, a small, teasing grin on your face.

You had gotten really excited when you realized that Erebor actually did have nail polish, and had basically raced to get some the moment you heard it existed. And along with the (F/C) nail polish you had gotten for yourself, you had also picked up some other colors that you thought Thorin might like. However, in your excitement and rusty abilities, you had gotten the nail polish on quite a bit of the skin around your nails as well. Even though you could get rid of the paint that was on your skin, you had gotten lazy with the realization that you didn’t have any outside responsibilities. To say it looked messy was… a bit of an understatement, but you didn’t really care. It would flake off in the next hour or so, or the bath tonight would get rid of it.

To be honest, it wasn’t that you just wanted to paint his nails. What you really wanted was to spend time with him. With how busy he had been, it was hard to get any time outside of the bed, where he was often too tired to do anything but cuddle and sleep. Not that you were complaining, you understood how hard everything must have been, but that didn’t stop you from missing your long talks and quiet moments of peace.

A few more seconds went before he let out another, more audible sigh that tapered into a light chuckle. His eyes side glanced to your fingers, which you quickly curled into fists in a futile attempt to hide the mess you had made of them.

Thorin set the quill down and sat up straighter as he looked up at you. He looked amused, an easy-going smile and a twinkle in his eyes.

“Why are you so adamant about painting my nails, Amrâlimê?” He had leaned into his seat now, getting comfortable as one of his hands rested on one of your thighs, thumb rubbing back and forth like he usually did.

“To spend some time together?” His smile seemed to drop just a little as he nodded. You knew pretty well that it wasn’t just you who missed the alone time. You could tell with that look he would sometimes give you in the evenings, or the way he would hold you as you fell to sleep. He missed you too. “I know you’ve been busy, and I would never get annoyed at you for focusing on stuff that really, really needs you. But I do miss you.” You were always awkward with your emotions, but you could see he understood when his hand gave you a soft squeeze. “Painting your nails gives us some ‘us’ time, but also keeps you away from these god-damned papers for at least another fifteen minutes afterward. So… please? I do have some colors you would love?”

He was silent for a minute longer, before he let out a mildly overexaggerated sigh. He liked playing the act, but you could see he was happy to have an excuse to get away from the letters, to get some time with you.

“Very well. Go get them.”

“So, how long will this take?” He asked, smiling down at you as you carefully painted one of his nails blue. You two were sitting amongst the hundreds of pillows on the bed, you hunched over in front of him, staring pointedly at his finger as you painted the color on as carefully and smoothly as possible. Your bottom lip was stuck between your teeth, gently chewing it as you finished and moved to the other nail.

“Well, we’ll let this coat dry, and then I have to put on another coat. After that, I’m gonna take out the gold nail polish and I’ll paint your ring fingers!” Huffing, Thorin shifted in his seat, stopping instantly when you looked up at him with stern, (E/C) eyes. “Don’t move, Dear.”

He gave a challenging glare, causing a light chuckle to bubble up from your lips as you glared back. Thorin knew that when you called anyone “dear,” it was usually a warning. And oftentimes in the past, when directed at him, it ended in a little “dominance” match between you two. You would never back down, and it often led to Balin and Dwalin having to intervene, usually rather quickly, to prevent you from saying something that would piss Thorin off even more. Especially after that time you had gotten annoyed with Thorin’s disrespect, and proceeded to “Okay, Boomer.” him the entire day, and then right in the middle of one of your matches. Thorin wasn’t one to hurt people who didn’t try to accost him first, but everyone could see he was nearly there that day. It had brought you great satisfaction. It still does.

“You wanna go, buddy boy?” You tilted your head, a grin growing on your face as you sat up straight. “Cause I’m totally up for a tumble, and I’m not talking about the fun kind that often happens on beds.”

He let out a huff and rolled his eyes. You were not a very confrontational person, often preferring to use of words and eloquence to get the result you wanted, but that didn’t stop you from “squaring up”, as you would say, with any of the Company when you got a bit fired up. You weren’t one for talking shit, but with any of the “fam”? You wouldn’t even blink an eye.

You were most definitely not the person who he imagined his One to be. But, as soon as he got to really know you, he realized he really wouldn’t have it any other way.

“I want you to focus on what you’re doing.” He countered, smirking at the indignant huff and grumble you gave before you continued to paint his nails.

You were so weird. Mildly over the top, and he knew for sure there might have been a few screws loose up there. You would say things that he absolutely didn’t understand (oftentimes on purpose), you would press his buttons just enough to get a rise - though you now did so with the intention to tease rather than push him to attempted murder. He couldn’t help but be drawn to you. Your laugh, your banter, how you wouldn’t even bat an eye as you looked someone dangerous in the eye and said something so stupid, though that did often stress him out. But you were also kind, courageous, passionate, loving. You were like a calm ocean and a wild hurricane, chaotic and uncontrollable, careful and generous in every way.

“I love you.” He hummed, watching as you paused mid-stroke and glanced up at him. A small, soft smile gracing your features and a small blush across your cheeks. “More than I’ve loved anything really.”

It took a few seconds for a response, but a looked of adoration covered your features and your smile grew. Turning your attention back to his nails, you fought the grin from getting any bigger. Didn't matter how often he told you that, it still brought pride and happiness to your heart.

Once you were done with that nail, you looked back up at him. “I love you,” You stated. “I love you more than anything and anyone I’ve ever loved. I love you to the moon and back.” Not once did you take your eyes away from his, and a few moments passed before the hand that was drying came up to cup your face, and he gave you the softest kiss he had given you in a long time.

Thorin’s arm suddenly wrapped around your waist snuggly and he tugged you onto his lap. Pressing you tightly against him as he rested his forehead against yours and closed his eyes. You were still slightly astonished. It wasn’t that he wasn’t affectionate, just that he did it in a way that always left you short-circuited. Though it didn’t take long for in indignant squawk to leave you once your brain caught up with you.

“Thorin!” You gasped, trying to pry his hands away from your body and scoot off of him. “You’re going to smudge your nails!”

His chest rumbled as he kept in a laugh and tightened his hold on you. He tucked his head into your neck, and a laugh spilled out as his beard brushed against you neck and caused you to let out a loud squeak.

“Your nails are totally gonna be smudged now!” You playfully slapped his arms, squirming to get off of him in a desperate attempt to save his nails. “Let. Go! You fowl beast!” He grinned as he lifted his head from your neck, and gave you a look of love and thinly veiled hunger before effectively shutting you up with a love-filled kiss.

“Never.”

#thorin oakenshield #thorin #thorin x reader #thorin oakenshield x reader #the hobbit #the hobbit fic

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zodiyack · 4 years ago

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Diamonds

Requested by anon: hey !! i was wondering if you could do something based off the song 'diamonds' by talia mar with tommy or michael , thanks ♡

Pairing: Michael Gray x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Swearing, angst, mafia, murder, manipulation?, fluff, indications of smut, nudity not smut

Song: Diamonds by Talia Mar

Note: I didn’t really know what to do with this song but I showed my thoughts to some friends, they agreed, and I finally finished it! I hope you like it! I’m so sorry if this isn’t what you wanted or if it doesn’t make sense ack

Lyrics = Bold + Italic | Memories = Italic

Taglist: @matth1w, @redspaceace, @simonsbluee, @peakysputain, @fandom-puff

Masterlist | Peaky Blinders Masterlist

He wraps you in his riches and diamonds so you can see through the pain, Clothes you in all that you are worth, See your call, see sunshine from rain. But the hail, the wind, it's all too much, wanna bail again, You fail, he sins, It's your call, but thought you were too broke to mend.

Somewhere, in New York, Michael was having the time of his bloody life. He was more than happy to leave Birmingham, and now, he didn’t really want to come back. With the girl he’d been sleeping with every night and the money he was making, he really believed he was living the life.

That was before the crash, then being warned by Arthur to leave New York, and then being caught by some random people on the boat. He married Y/n L/n on the boat, and planned to meet up with his family, but they didn’t believe a word he spoke. He felt they didn’t deserve to meet the girl who’d stolen his heart claimed it, along with his body, as her own.

Like most couples, they had their challenging times. He found loopholes, even if he didn’t like the way he handled the arguments, he was happy to still be with her. With each fight came a new item to her jewelry box.

He knew it was wrong and didn’t feel any better about it, but he was head over heels for this girl, as she was for him. However, what he didn’t know, was that she worked with the Italian Mafia in New York.

Her heart, too, really did belong to the Gray boy, she just knew, as soon as she met his family, that at some point she’d have to go against him in a battle to the death.

Even if she didn’t want to, one day she’d be going against the love of her life. The Mafia’s leader held anything and everything he could against her, so there was no way out.

Regret filled her, but the more random gifts showed up on her doorstep, the more she felt the eagerness return. She really, really, did love him, but work and family was a bit more important than new earrings or diamonds.

Run your mouth, 'cause the other day he told you, He wanna fight but you give in to all you do. Your bold words come from a weak mouth, Baby's not much to brag about. Runnin' your mouth as he picks up another bill, You tried to fight with no power, no will, And you will give in to, uh-huh.

Runnin' away 'cause you know that worked once, You tried again, but this time he let you run. Your bold words are coming from a strong mouth, And I think you need a way out. Givin' in 'cause you don't know better, You never learn if you can just never Admit you're wrong, Pack up your bags yourself and get gone.

Luca showed up in Birmingham, Y/n disappeared more often. It was giving Michael slight panic. Unbeknownst to many, aside from the Changretta family, Luca Changretta was a very distant relative of hers. It was he whom she continued meeting with.

“Hello. I see you’re married now, huh?” His English words, drowned in his thick accent, flooded her ears, almost startling her.

“Luca. Yes, he loves me, is kind, smart, strong, caring and he-...he tends to buy me stuff...a lot...though... He doesn’t give it to me personally.”

The Italian scoffed with a laugh following shortly, “Doesn’t sound like much to brag about, sweetheart. How’s the family doing? Do they know about your position?”

“No. Not even close to figuring out, however, Michael is getting suspicious. I have a feeling he thinks I’ve found a conquest.”

“I suppose our meetings could die down, as long as you keep us updated, alright L/n? ...Or are you going soft? Like a little bitch, eh?” He smirked, watching her as she hesitated before she nodded. “You’re falling for him, no?” His smirk only grew as the tears began to form in her eyes.

“Michael..”

“Do you love me, Y/n?” They lied together, naked yet clothed in the warm embrace of one another. He studied her face, hoping that not even an ounce of hesitance to appear.

“Yes. I love you more than you could fathom.” She kissed him gently. “Do you love me, Michael?”

“More than I have ever loved anyone.”

They both told the truth. Their hearts soared with each kiss they shared, even nude they were ever so deeply in love. She married him full of happiness, but learned she’d have to make a deal with him or kill him with sorrow.

“That’s none of you damn business, Luca. I’ll get you your information, alright?” Y/n shoved past him, bumping his shoulder with hers as a wordless warning.

She left him alone in that room, his cocky smirk still lying on his face as he adjusted his hat, walking outside and continuing his day as if their conversation never happened.

He wraps you in his riches and diamonds so you can see through the pain, Clothes you in all that you are worth; See your call, see sunshine from rain. But the hail, the wind, it's all too much, wanna bail again, You fail, he sins, It's your call, but thought you were too broke to mend.

And then he

Covers you in diamonds, Blinds you with his riches, Clothes you in his words just to Take away your senses. Showers you in gifts, All with his dirty funds, All these words of guilt but you buy them. Just like he buys diamonds. Just like he buys diamonds

Her disinterest was all but too visible. The way she sipped her wine carelessly, refused to smile or speak unless the attention was on her, Michael felt sorry. He stood up, announcing their leave as he grabbed his coat and draped it over Y/n’s shoulders, “You ready to go, love?”

She inhaled deeply, breath shaking slightly yet not enough for Michael to notice, “Ready as I’ll ever be.”

As they made their way down the street, Y/n’s hand reached for Michael’s and squeezed it as tight as she could. He looked at his wife with concern lacing his furrowed eyebrows, “What’s wrong?”

“N-nothing... I just... I’ve missed you.” She didn’t tell him about the Italian walking on the other side of the road, mirroring them while waiting with his gun hidden in his coat pocket.

“I’ve missed you too, Y/n...what do you think about ‘catching up’ back home?” His grin was one she’d missed, and one she would miss when she had to off him.

All Y/n gave him was a nod, rushing to their place before the spy could follow them. That night was the best she’d had since she’d left New York with him, and it reminded her that she wasn’t prepared to let him go. Not Yet.

The night went on after they’d had their fun, with her cuddled into his side, basking in his warmth and comfort, she finally slept peacefully. Y/n didn’t have to worry about killing any of her loved ones or being killed by them, or any other things involving Luca’s Vendetta.

Happened once, The first time you blamed him For what he did. But, of course, you let it happen again, Because your bold words are coming from a weak mouth, It's all we ever hear about. Happened twice, The second time you blamed you For what he did because he got the best of you. You say your side, Just say you're done, We are gonna re-run

"Why’re you even protecting him?” Luca mocked, laughing next to the door of the hospital. “He hurts you all the time, Y/n/n, so why don’t you try-”

“No, Luca! You hurt me. You drag me into this, tell me to hurt my husband, tell me to murder my husband, then blame him fo-” He grabbed Y/n’s cheeks with one hand, the other brushing away any stray hairs in her face.

“Tsk tsk, I’m just protecting you. What both our parents would want. Learn to be fucking grateful, or I’ll go in there and put an end to your precious little husband’s life myself.”

Y/n gulped, nodding slowly and walking into the hospital with the mafia following slowly behind her. She was their decoy, whether she liked it or not. As they neared Michael’s door, the nurse ran out with his gun and Luca grabbed Y/n, putting his gun against her head.

“Let her go!” Michael wheezed, struggling to stand. He checked his injury, looking back up to see his lover fidgeting in Luca’s grasp, genuine worry on her face while she watched Michael lift his shirt slightly, revealing his bleeding wound.

Luca locked the door, turning to face Michael, Y/n still in his arms. “No can do.” He looked at the hospital bed, shaking his head at the sight, “Uh-uh uh-uh, where I’m from, hat on the bed is..unlucky.” He stepped forward, pressing he gun harder into her head.

She began to grab at his arm, the pain becoming too real than what they’d agreed on.

“My family,” He stepped closer, “say it brings death.” Luca studied Michael, the small smirk returning to his face. “Maybe...maybe that’s what happened. Last time my men were sent for you, you got lucky.”

Y/n yelped as Luca shoved her harshly into one of the men he’d brought with him. He pointed the gun at Michael’s face, “And now,” it’s cold touch was felt on Michael’s skin, “your luck’s run out.” He coked the gun. Fired it. Fired it. Fired it. Fired it.

With each pull of the trigger, he walked backwards. Finally, he grabbed a hold of Y/n again. This time, his grip was too much. “Stop it Luca! You’re hurting me!”

Michael’s face contorted with confusion at her plea. “You know his name?”

“Know my name? Michael. Michael Michael Michael, she knows more than just my name. After all, she’s from New York and knows how to handle a fucking weapon.” He brought Y/n in front of him, ignoring her small squeak of pain, “Oh, and uh, tell your mother we have a deal.”

With his finishing sentence, he pulled Y/n out of the room with him, rushing out without a second look. His work had been done for the day, but Y/n’s was just getting started.

He wraps you in his riches and diamonds so you can see through the pain, Clothes you in all that you are worth. See your call, see sunshine from rain. But the hail, the wind, it's all too much, wanna bail again, You fail, he sins, It's your call, but thought you were too broke to mend

And then he

After forcing her identity to Michael against her will, Luca kept her with him. Almost like a victim. A hostage. Pretty soon and easily, she found a way to break free of his control. She didn’t have to worry about Luca’s threats and bribes. The way he offered up fortunes just for her to help him out.

“That house you’ve wanted? Since you were a kid? I’ll sell it, but perhaps I can make a deal with you and you’ll be the person to get it?” When he held her dream home hostage.

“Remember the time you and I used to dance around my mother’s living room? You dressed in her pearl necklaces and oversized heels, me in my father’s tuxes? We can do it again, ya know.” That was when he bought her a variety of pearl necklaces and expensive heels.

“Y/n. I know you’ve been eyeing that dress. You can have it, you know...of course, like everything, it does come with a price.”

“I could just sell it... or?”

“I’ll buy it for you, all you have to do is agree.”

Then one day, she went broke. Ran from Luca to avoid his anger that would reign as soon as he’d found out of her losses. That was when she met Michael. First they shared their bodies, in exchange for a few things of cash. It happened again, then again, and again.

They fell in love.

Luca heard of the news, teasing Y/n when she returned the next day. He didn’t tell her that he knew exactly who her lover was, instead, he used hurtful words, taunting her with guilt and feeling nothing for it. When she began to fade away from the mafia, he tricked her back in.

With the necklace that once belonged to her now dead mother.

The bastard threatened to pawn it.

And she fell for it.

All the games, all the lies, In exchange for a dime. All the times that you fell on the floor, And he left you there to die. All of the bad, all of the sad, You would just let him take it back. Forget the pain, forget the rain; 'Til it happens again

Each night passed her by. She felt the emptiness. Her arms bare at the times of night and day Michael and her would be holding each other. It was all falling into place. The reason she felt overjoyed to be with another person other than the bloody mafia.

“Luca...” The girl bowed her head, full of guilt. She need help. Actual help. The stupid mafia work was taking over her mind, she was having flashbacks, it was too much, and she need a break.

“What do you want?” She didn’t answer, but continued sobbing. “What the fuck do you want?!” Y/n flinched, backing away from Luca as he continued.

“I need therapy, Luca.”

“Therapy my ass.” He laughed, walking back to his desk and staring her down. “If you want help, go. No one’ll want to help you, foolish girl.”

“And why is that?”

“Who’d want to help a sad, soft, broken girl who’s from the mafia? No one, Y/n. They’d laugh in your face. That’s what they’d do. So go ahead, try. Give it your best shot. Just don’t come crying back to me when they tell you to fuck off.” He flashed her one last smirk, walking out of the room and leaving her in it’s dark, cold, almost haunting, void.

Luca Changretta was the problem. It was never Michael. It was the bastard who manipulated her every step of the way. The one who claimed he was doing what their parents would’ve wanted, when really, he was doing what he wanted.

When she begged for help, he left her until she returned without any talk of needing help or leaving the business. Just like he wanted.

Y/n inhaled deeply, closing her eyes. It was time to get what she wanted for once. She exhaled and opened her eyes. Nothing could stop her now.

He wraps you in his riches and diamonds so you can see through the pain, Clothes you in all that you are worth See your call, see sunshine from rain. But the hail, the wind, it's all too much, wanna bail again, You fail, he sins, It's your call, but thought you were too broke to mend

And then he

His body dropped to the ground, smoke blowing from her gun, gin escaping the barrel behind where he previously stood. Y/n had just killed Luca fucking Changretta.

“Y/n... help- me..” He spat blood, begging for the help he refused to give her.

Tommy moved to point Luca’s gun at the woman, before she shot him a look, aiming her gun back to the Italian on his knees.

“You can’t buy me like you buy your fucking bribe gifts anymore, eh Luca?”

That’s when she shot.

When the look of realization hit his face and the smirk he previously paraded around her jumped from his mouth to hers. When Michael noticed her presence. When she finally broke free of his manipulation.

Michael took her into his arms, squeezing her in a bone crushing hug. “I- I’m so sorry... I almost...”

“No. Michael, I’m sorry. I should’ve told you about Luca. I should’ve helped you and your family prevent this... I could’ve...”

“Luca was controlling you. You had no way of letting me know without risking your own life.” He nodded towards his family. “They might not trust you for a bit, but Y/n, I trust you with my whole damn life. What can I do to make this up to you?”

“Anything as long as it’s not buying me fucking jewelry. I’m really over that now...” They shared a chuckle.

Y/n ripped the necklace from her neck, the one Luca had gifted her before she joined Michael on the trip to Birmingham, and threw it next to his lifeless body. “I don’t need your dirty money, Luca. May it rot in hell with your pathetic self.”

She looked back to her husband, cupping his cheek and connecting their lips again, “I think I’d prefer more physical making up.” She could feel the grin beginning to form on his lips, “not that type, handsome. I’m thinking we just lie in bed for the rest of the day. We’ve earned it.”

“That we have.” Michael’s eyes connected with hers. Both could agree wordlessly; it sure was good to be back.

Covers you in diamonds, Blinds you with his riches, Clothes you in his words just to Take away your senses. Showers you in gifts, All with his dirty funds, All these words of guilt but you buy them; Just like he buys diamonds. Just like he buys diamonds.

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