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lost-and-ephemeral · 1 year ago

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lnds x reader where the boys and reader are in an argument like bringing their insecurities up and says something extremely hurtful that made mc cry and distant themselves and the boys regret it so much? 💓

HCs: Hurtful Words (ft. main trio)

Pairing: Xavier x reader, Zayne x reader, Rafayel x reader, (seperate)

Tags: angst, hurt/comfort (in the end), maybe guys acting too OOC

A/N: I didn't want to make boys too OOC, so maybe it isn't exactly what you wanted, but I tried to follow your request ♡

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Xavier

On one of your last missions, you were too reckless and almost end up dying because of it.

Xavier almost lost you again, and the thought just drove him crazy.

He was worried and pretty angry since it wasn't the first time you were playing with fire.

When he showed up on the doorstep of your hospital room, Xavier was very distressed. Even your reassuring smile made no impression on him.

He still remembered how you died in his arms in the past.

So he snapped.

Not because he really wanted to offend you. No. But because his anxiety had turned into a furious stream of thoughts.

He was harshly talking about how reckless you are. About how you're not all-powerful or immortal, yet you never think about the consequences. About how stupid you're being, putting yourself in danger by jumping into a group of enemies.

Xavier, normally mild and calm, was acting so different now.

And you, being injured and bedridden, hardly wanted to see this exact reaction from him.

His words made you feel like a burden.

And when there was no trace of anger left, he suddenly fell silent, looking at the way your eyes were slowly filling up with tears.

Oh, no. He didn't mean it.

He really didn't mean it.

"Leave my room," you choked out, feeling deeply hurt by his words.

Even if he wanted to stay, it wasn't the best idea.

"I'm sorry... I didn't mean to hurt you."

But you were wounded too deeply by his harsh words, so you immediately distanced yourself from him, chasing him away.

Stupid? Reckless? Did he really see you like that?

Of course not...

Every minute of his existence Xavier was regretting the fact the snapped at you like this. He was supposed to support you after a serious injury, not make you hurt even more.

And the distance between the two of you made it worse.

Happy ending bonus:

This poor guy only lasted a day before he came back to see you in the hospital with a bouquet of flowers.

It was physically hard to stay away from you for so long, especially since Xavier has already spend years searching for you. And ruining everything by this stupid argument wasn't something he wished for.

He was apologizing for everything he said until you softened and let him stay.

Because you, too, were missing his presence.

"I'll never let anger get control over me again. I swear. Please, just... Get better soon."

Rafayel

Every now and then you and Rafayel would get into a playful argument, but now it was serious.

You just totally forgot about meeting with him at his studio and went to the mall with Tara.

Your busy schedule had jumbled up all the plans and days of the week in your head. And you ended up remembering your promise only a few hours later.

The fact that your phone was muted and you had hundreds of missed messages from Rafayel only made you feel more guilty.

So you tried to get to his studio as soon as possible while calling him. But he didn't answer.

Once you got there, you ran into a really pissed off Rafayel.

Yes, he was pouting at you from time to time.

But now the artist was more than angry.

You knew he was very sensitive when you suddenly disappeared without warning, so you immediately tried to make it up to him.

But it didn't really work.

"How could you forget about me?! You promised!"

Unexpectedly, Rafayel let himself snap at you.

He was so frustrated about the fact you forgot about him that he had no control over what he said.

He talked and talked. About not being able to trust you with your promises. About how he was tired of worrying about you when you suddenly disappear without a word. About how he was tired of waiting for you, thinking you decided to leave him, making him feel like a fish out of water.

And hearing about you being such an unreliable and bad person was truly painful.

His anger eventually led to you storming out of his studio in tears, not wanting to hear any more accusations against you.

You didn't cheat on him, didn't do anything wrong. That's why this sudden aggression from him made you so upset.

And only while standing alone in his studio Rafayel realized that he had made things worse. He didn't want you to leave him, yet this is exactly what happened.

He tried calling you, texting you. But all he got was silence.

Bonus happy ending:

After a few days the silence between you two became unbearable. He felt like he was in agony.

When you heard the doorbell ring in the evening, you didn't expect to see Rafayel looking like a wet, sad puppy. It seemed that he had been caught in the rain and had come to see you anyway.

He shifted awkwardly from one foot to the other before finally lifting his gaze to look at you.

"I'm sorry. I acted like a total jerk. Please, I can't exist in isolation anymore, not being able to hear your voice or see you. You can even scold me till the end of time if you want, just don't leave me."

You missed him as much as he missed you. So you let him in.

Zayne

Sometimes Zayne was incredibly tired at work. Not just physically, but mentally.

At this time, he wanted more than anything to just rest and forget about all important matters. If such a thing was even allowed for a surgeon as busy as he was.

Maybe he'd be able to do it even more often if he didn't have to occasionally wait for you to show up for an appointment.

Especially since periodically you completely forgot about them. And in the worst cases, you were not only late, but didn't show up at all.

Usually, he would just lightly scold you, which didn't cause any problems. After all, it was Zayne's way to show that he cared about you.

But today was a particularly hard day at work.

So when you walked into his medical office, Zayne was sitting at his desk, massaging the bridge of his nose in annoyance.

And your excessive cheerfulness at that moment didn't make the situation any better. You sat down across from him with a smile. But he only shook his head, tired and disappointed.

"You forgot about your appointment again and decided to reschedule it for tonight?"

You smiled awkwardly, but didn't have time to say anything.

Oh, how annoyed he was, scolding you for how negligent you were about your health, ignoring all of his recommendations. He said that sometimes he felt like you are his personal headache. Except he couldn't get rid of you.

And he was too tired to notice how quickly the smile disappeared from your face, giving way to tears.

Before he could say anything, you threw the stack of papers with your test results on his desk, almost running out of his office.

The situation had gone far beyond what was acceptable, but Zayne realized it too late.

He tried to call you and even drove to your place right after his shift ended, but he was left standing in front of the closed door.

Maybe it would've been better to just let you cool off.

But with your silence, a devastating feeling settled in Zayne's heart. He was so, so sorry.

Bonus happy ending:

After a couple days of agonizing silence, he wanted nothing more than to see you. He managed to catch you before you went into your apartment.

You avoided his gaze, but you didn't leave, giving him time.

"I'm sorry. You're not a headache. I was having an awfully rough day at the time, so I snapped. It won't happen again."

Now you could clearly see the remorse in his eyes. You missed him so much and just couldn't push him away again.

After all, everyone can have an argument. The main thing is to be able to deal with the situation correctly.

#love and deepspace x reader #love and deepspace #love and deepspace xavier #love and deepspace zayne #love and deepspace rafayel #rafayel x reader #zayne x reader #xavier x reader

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nsfwjjkwritings · 4 months ago

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HIHI do u write nsfw for jjk girls? If so you should write f!reader for shoko and yuki I love my girls as you can probably tell by my username LOL

HELLO I AM SORRY IT TOOK ME SO LONG TO ANSWER THIS I HAVE BEEN SO BUSY BUT YES I WRITE FOR THEM AND I HOPE YOU ENJOY READING THIS ILY AND THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING <3

Yuki

• Yuki is extremely vocal in bed. She’s constantly asking you questions and talking as if you’re actually able to form words and you’re not just a blubbering mess underneath her touch. “How does that feel pretty girl?” “Is this what you want?” “You look so gorgeous when you’re cumming.” “Look at me.” “Give me one more, I know you can.” She’s also a fan of talking you through your orgasms, gasping in delight every time you come undone on her fingers.

• Though she swears she doesn’t have a preference when it comes to tits or ass, Yuki is a total sucker for tits. She loves pressing them together and fucking them with a strap-on, and her hands always find their way to knead and grope your breasts instead of your backside when she’s eating you out. Sometimes she can get carried away and squeeze them just a bit too harshly, but she’ll soften her touch when she hears you suck in a breath of pain. “I’m sorry, pretty. They’re just so perfect.”

• Due to how long sex with Yuki lasts, she’s not the best with aftercare. More often than not, she immediately rolls over and falls asleep afterwards, not even bothering to put any clothing back on before the sound of her soft snoring fills the room. She always makes up for her lack of aftercare the morning, though. She’ll bring you breakfast in bed, and pepper you with kisses while she apologizes over and over about falling asleep too soon.

Shoko

• Shoko is a switch with a slightly proclivity towards being a bottom, just because she’s so tired from working all the time. She doesn’t enjoy fucking so much as she enjoys making love. Being a doctor and dealing with so much death makes her crave closeness and intimacy, and she doesn’t like to treated roughly in bed. Touch her lightly with a slight squeeze here and she will melt into you. Moan against her while you’re between her legs and tell her how good she tastes if you want to see her blush.

• Don’t ever ask Shoko to roleplay being a doctor in bed. She likes to keep her work and home life entirely seperate. No one wants to feel like they’re at work when they’re having sex with their partner. She’s up for other ideas of roleplay, but the doctor/patient or doctor/nurse depiction is not in the cards with her. Teacher/student is another one she’s not a big fan of, but she’ll at least try it out if it’s something you really want to explore.

• When Shoko does top, it’s an entirely different experience than you’ve had with any past partners. Being a doctor means she knows the anatomy of the human body inside and out, giving her an almost unfair advantage when it comes to sex. She’s well aware that some of most sensitive parts of the body is the lips and the back of the knees, and she’s an expert at utilizing that knowledge. Your clit is also never not being rubbed or touched in some way when she’s fucking you. But she knows you can only take so much before you can become too sensitive, and she’ll monitor your facial expressions when she feels you’re close to crossing the line from pleasure into pain.

#jjk smut #shoko x reader #shoko smut #shoko ieiri #shoko #yuki #yuki tsukumo #jjk x reader #yuki tsukumo smut #yuki x reader

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fanfictiongirlie · 3 months ago

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Marvel: Unplanned Chapter Two

Parings: Bucky Barnes x Reader (First person written though)

Description:

"It says...it says it's positive doll" His voice matching mine in a quiet shaky whisper.

"Fuck... I'm pregnant?"

"Yeah doll, you're pregnant"

"Fuck" I whisper.

Rating: Explicit

Chapter Warnings: Emetophobia warning! Swearing

Chapter Words: 1,492

(I have the urge for every Marvel fanfic I write to have a seperate timeline where nothing bad happens, and everyone is happy)

Over the next few weeks, everything went back to normal, Bucky and I were horrible to one another, we swore, and yelled in front of everyone.. But alone, we touched, we kissed and explored one another. It was harmless enough, a few lingering touches, stolen glances, but no one ever picked up on it, we were careful, or so we thought.

One morning, I felt weird, I brushed it off, I made my way to the Avengers kitchen, everyone was there, including Bucky, I smiled softly at him, it was strange, the more we slept together, the less we hated one another, it was like we never hated one another, we just needed to get to know each other in a different way to start getting along. I sat on a chair at the dining table, I looked over watching Vision cook, the smell making me feel worse. Bucky's eyes were on me, as I stood to grab a cup of coffee, I rolled my eyes wanting to tell him to stop.

I sat back down and sipped at my coffee, I usually gulped my first coffee, I decided against food, there were large platters of different breakfast foods on the table, courtesy of Vision, but none of it looked appealing.

"Morning everyone" I smile weakly, realising I hadn't said hello yet. I noticed Vision had started cooking the bacon, I gulped deeply, the smell entering my nose, going straight to my stomach, I gagged quietly and stood up.

"Fuck" I mumbled and ran, I ran to the shared toilets, quickly running into a stall, I grabbed my hair and rested my head over the toilet, my stomach emptying. I coughed harshly as my throat burned. I heard the main door open and I swore to myself.

"Doll?" Bucky's voice echoed through the room.

"Fuck...Bucky don't come in" I say, my voice weak and dry.

He ignores me, naturally, he walks into the stall I was in and crouches down, his hand moving to rub my back gently.

"What's going on, are you okay?" He asks.

"Nothing, I'm just sick" I whisper, trying to count in my head...When was my last...?

"You're never sick, what's really going on?" He asks, breaking my trail of thought.

"I'm not sure" I say truthfully, I spit the remains of my saliva from my mouth. I looked back, meeting his eyes, he looked so worried.

"Come on doll, talk to me" He whispers, his eyes pleading with mine.

"I....I'm late...I think...I have to check" I say quietly, his eyebrows raise in surprise, the hand on my back stops, and his eyes widen when he catches on to what I was saying.

"You...you think you're late? As in your period?"

"Uuhhh yeah, maybe?" I say weakly. I watch as he swallows hard, he looked at me, his face full of worry and confusion.

"How...How late are you exactly, doll?"

"Fuck.. I don't know, let me clean up?" I say standing up, I walked to the sink counter rooting through the cupboard under the sink, I grabbed a toothbrush; Tony made sure every bathroom in the compound was full of supplies anyone might need, I brushed my teeth thankful for the mintiness in my mouth.

Once done, I grabbed my phone from my pocket, I opened my period app, Bucky stood by me, watching me scroll through the app.

"Fuck" I whisper.

"Doll, what does it say?" He asks, I look up from my phone and to him, his eyebrows furrowed, his concern growing over his face. He takes a step closer to me, his hand coming to rest on my arm.

"I'm.. like two weeks late" I say quietly. Bucky's eyes widen in surprise, I felt just as surprised, we were careful, everytime we used a condom..Fuck, except that first time in the kitchen.

"Jesus...two weeks? That's..does that mean?" He asks quietly.

"It means nothing" I say confidently "Not until I get a test"

Bucky nodded, his fist clenched tight against his side, I look away from him, my face feeling red and hot.

"Doll, look at me" He whispers.

"I...uhh need to go to my room" I say, taking his hand in mine. I pull him along as we watched through the compound, we walked silently together, both feeling worry and stress bubbling within. When at my room, I walk into the bathroom and root through my stuff, I find the pregnancy test, it was in date, I always had them, just in case.

I shut the door and pee on the stick, I placed the cap on and put the pregnancy test upside down next to my sink. I open the door, allowing Bucky to walk in, he looked pale, like a ghost as he walked in.

"Doll...What...what does it say?" He asks, his eyes on the test.

"I felt too nervous to look" I whisper, biting my nails nervously.

"I'll...I'll look doll" He whispers, I nod as he steps closer to the sink, he takes the test into his trembling hand, he turns it over to look at the little screen, his breathing was heavy.

"What does it say?" I ask, my voice barely a whisper. Bucky lets out a shaky breath, I feel like that was answer enough, I feel my body flush hot with anxiety.

"It says...it says it's positive doll" His voice matching mine in a quiet shaky whisper.

"Fuck... I'm pregnant?"

"Yeah doll, you're pregnant"

"Fuck" I whisper, tears falling down my cheeks, my eyes burnt from them. Bucky puts the test down and steps to me, he pulls me into his arm. I say nothing and cry into his chest. I cried harder, my breath heavy as I tried calming down.

"What do we do?" I mumble, he pulled back, and moved his hands up to wipe the tears off my reddened cheeks.

"We...we need to figure out where to go from here doll" He says slowly "There are a lot of things to consider..but first...first we need to decide whether you want to keep it"

"I don't know...do you?" I answer, feeling like I was in a dream, it didn't feel real, I couldn't be, but I was.

The way Bucky looks at me, I knew what he wanted just from that stare, he looked at me so carefully, and maybe full of love? I couldn't tell.

"Doll...whatever you decide, I'll support you" He says, his hand moving to hold my cheek "But...in all honesty, yeah, part of me, does want you to keep it"

His answer shocks me, I never pegged Bucky as a dad, nor someone who wanted kids.

"Oh...How come?" I ask.

I watch as he moves one hand to rub the back of his neck, he makes a confused face at me.

"I...I never thought of myself as father material before, but...the idea of having a kid...something you and me created...it kinda makes me feel like, I don't know, like I would be happy...like I think maybe I could be a good dad...Does that make sense?" He explains, he did make sense, I knew what he meant anyway.

"Bucky, the team...they think we hate each other still" I mumble, laughing a little.

Bucky sighs "I know doll, we've been real good at keeping this a secret.. now this, complicates things"

"It does" I say, matching his sigh.

Bucky lets out a small shaky breath, his hand moving to gently hold my hip, his rubbed it slightly, soothing me. His eyes were looking at mine, his perfect blue eyes trying to comfort me without words.

"We need to decide how we want to handle this doll, do we keep it a secret?" He asks.

"I think...we need to make an appointment with the doctors first, before anything else" I say confidently. Bucky nods, obviously agreeing with my logic.

"You're right doll, we need to get you check out first" He smiles softly.

"Exactly" I smile faintly, my body feeling like I would throw up again, my throat felt funny but luckily I didn't throw up. Bucky smiles softly at me, his metal fingers tickling my hip slightly, He steps closer to me, his eyes searching mine.

"We'll make an appointment, and I'm with you okay? Whatever you choice, I'm with you, every step of the way" He speaks, his voice quiet and sincere.

"You are?" I ask, y voice breaking as I do.

"Yeah, I am, no matter what you decide, we're in this together, I'm not abandoning you, or our kid, I'm here for you, for us, always" He tells me, and in that moment, I swear I could see myself falling in love with him. We promise nothing serious, I think we may have crossed that line.

"Thank you Bucky" I say, feeling guilty, we weren't even in a relationship, what was I supposed to do, we could have the relationship talk at a later date. Everything felt too messy at the moment.

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redr0sewrites · 1 year ago

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having some dan heng thoughts........

he doesnt go into rut or anything, but he has a reeeeally high sex drive and hes good at hiding it. so if youre having a convo or chatting with someone hes gonna act all composed but the moment youre alone he'll cram his cock(s) into your hole(s) and plow you like theres no tomorrow. BONUS POINTS IF HES WHINIER THAN USUAL!!!

- liz (ive been holding onto this because i thought im sending too many requests HELP)

AAA LIZ!!!! THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS SENDING IN TOO MANY REQS PLS SEND MORE I NEED MORE HSR REQS!!! <3 dan heng is sooo delicious

🥀CW: smut, ehibitionism, switch/soft dom dan heng, imbibitor lunae!dan heng, marking, dirty talk, overall filth

🥀 minors dni

dan hengs tail swung sharply through the air, the only giveaway in his usually stoic demeanor. his horns glowed faintly as he stared down the person talking to you both. while others may have seen him as calm, you knew exactly what your boyfriend wanted.

you politely excused the both of you, and began to walk away, farther down the street with dan heng right at your heels. the minute you both turned the corner, he harshly grabbed you and practically dragged you to the nearest alleyway. it had been far too long since he had touched you, and his dragonic instincts had already taken over. he had barely managed to contain his lust when talking to that stranger, and now here you both were, alone, with one idea in mind.

"off. now." dan heng tugged at your clothes, pulling your shirt down from your shoulder to reveal your skin. he immediately began to press hot, messy kisses to your neck, ghosting his teeth over your collarbone to your shoulder. your breath hitched, and he bit down hard.

"slow down dumbass" you mumbled, trying to pull away so you could continue removing your shirt. dan heng whined in response and the both of you seperated long enough to remove your clothes before he practically pounced on you, shoving you against the wall and picking you up.

"i need you... need you so bad..." dan heng was muttering as he began to press sloppy kisses to your neck and shoulders, grinding against you fervently. suddenly he pulled away a little, aligning himself with your weeping hole.

you moaned, feeling him rubbing against your entrance. dan heng groaned in response, kissing you roughly and nipping at your lower lip. suddenly, he pushed into you, the both of you moaning in pleasure as he filled you.

"aeons, your so tight- its like your hole was made for my cock, augh~ made for me-" dan heng bit down on your shoulder so hard you were sure he drew blood, and you let out a wanton moan as his hips snapped against yours.

a small bulge formed in your stomach with each harsh thrust, you dragged his hand down to press on it. dan heng moaned as he felt the small bump grow with each thrust.

"mm~ taking me so well, need you so bad-" he was cut short by another loud moan, his hole body trembling in pleasure. the both of you were nearing your orgasms, and the pleasure was overwhelming.

"please- please i'm so close" he gasped, the sound of skin slapping against skin and loud moaning made it incredibly obvious what you both were doing, yet you couldn't find the energy to care.

"me too- ngh~ cum inside, please-" at your words, dan heng seemed to grow feral. his tail moved to wrap tightly around your thigh, and he slammed deeper into you as your hips stuttered to keep up.

"o-oh, aeons~" dan heng let out a needy sob, and at the same time the coil in your stomach snapped as your release tumbled through you. dan heng gave a few more needy thrusts, prolonging both of your highs as you both took shaky breaths.

dan heng pulled out of you slowly, a ring of sticky release coated the base of his cock. the both of you were soaked in your own release, and dan heng pressed a soft kiss to the skin on your neck he had previously marked. you sigh contentedly, pulling away to look at how ruined you both looked.

"wanna go home and continue this?"

bro i feel like this sucks im so sorry😭 i am actually so tired im still getting over being sick so it took me a while to get to this request again IM SO SORRYYYYY BUT FEEL FREE TO SEND IN MORE REQS LIZ!!!!!! I LOVE UR REQS!!!!!!!

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heyitsme1040 · 1 year ago

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Hiii! I just saw your repost, where you said you're going through writers block, and I want to request an mcu headcanons about

Tony Stark / Bucky Barnes / and Loki Laufeyson (all seperate) X a gn reader who gets extra clingy when they're sleepy/tired!

Have a good night!

This is so cute! Thank you for the request, it was super fun to write.

How Marvel Men Would React to: You Being Clingy When Tired

feat. Tony Stark, Bucky Barnes, and Loki Laufeyson

AO3 (x)

Tony Stark

He hates how little sleep you get, but he also loves how accepting of his affection you are. Tony hates when you don't get enough sleep. He's no example of a healthy sleep schedule, but you're just barely doing better than he is. It's obvious when it happens. You rub your eyes harshly throughout the day, words seem to escape your thoughts when explaining your latest idea, and you become clumsy. When well rested you enjoy Tony's company. Always greeting each other with kisses, spending most of the day together, but still managing to do your own things. But when you're tired, you crave his presence. You'll slip in front of him when he tinkers and wrap your arms around him. You'll settle into his space and he'll continue working. It isn't an uncommon sight for you to be straddling his lap, face against his shoulder, while he sits in an office chair. Right now Tony wants nothing more than to scoop you up and carry you to bed, except he's in important meetings that have already been rescheduled four times. He kisses you before going into his office to be ready for the video conferences. You pout as he crosses the hall. Not wanting to go far away, you work on the project you've been thinking over. It's as you're writing down the last portion of your formula that your focus is gone. Frustration builds as you cross out more and more of what you'd just written. Slowly, the lack of sleep catches up to you. You were crashing, and any more coffee was a bad idea. Finally giving in you drop the pen. You unlocked your phone, squinting at the harsh brightness of the screen, and sent Tony a text. You didn't want to interrupt his meetings, but you also knew trying to fall asleep without him would be difficult. Tony is relieved when the meetings go by faster than he was expecting them to. Once he disconnects from the last video conference, he goes across the hall to the workshop. Surprised by its emptiness, he grabs his phone to call you only to see your text. He smiles, rushing upstairs to the bedroom. You're curled up in one of his sweatshirts while laying on his side of the bed, face squished against his pillow. He steps out of his shoes while crossing the room. You lift your head as soon as his steps ring through the room. The moment he sits on the bed to lay down, you move to wrap your arms around his waist with a huff. Tony can't help the fond chuckle that escapes him. He'll pull your hands away for a moment, a quiet whine escaping you, before scooping you into his lap. He'll lay down, shifting you so that his chin is just above your head. His breaths cause you to be gently rocked. Your legs tangle together, and he makes a dramatic gasp when your cold toes press against his ankles. "Not close enough,” you mumble against the column of his throat. His responding hum vibrates against your lips. You bury your head further into his neck. Tony's arms slip beneath his hoodie you're wearing and rub your back while holding you tighter to him. The content sigh you release makes him feel more accomplished than any of those meetings did. He presses his lips against your hair. He doesn't pull away, just enjoying having his lips against you while feeling the warmth of your skin. "You should sleep,” he mumbles against you. You fight off a yawn before replying, "You should, too.” "Deal. JARVIS, enter black out mode.” "Certainly sir,” the robotic voice acknowledges. "Black out mode engaged.” The lights turn off and the shutters close, plunging the room into darkness. A projection of the stars dimly covers the ceiling. Tony pulls a cover over the both of you.

Bucky Barnes

You sat in the living room, nursing a cup of coffee, and watching the sun rise higher by the hour. Your nightmares were getting worse. You were glad Bucky was on a mission until this afternoon, not wanting to disturb the little sleep he could get. It was a long week, but you could manage. You couldn't help the nightmares that plagued your sleeping mind. They left their mark against you, the dark circles under your eyes anything but subtle. It was a surprise when you heard the lock in the door. Just as you whipped around to look, the door swung open, revealing Bucky. He dropped his bag as you hurried across the room. In your rush, you tripped over the small rug in your hallway. Bucky's arms were quick to be around you. He picked you up, your legs going around his waist. "Hi,” you breathed out. "I've got you,” Bucky kissed you while kicking the door closed. "What are you doing up?” "Couldn't sleep.” You felt Bucky's shoulders slump as he gently traced the circles under your eyes. "How many?” You bit your lip, not wanting to worry him. But you also knew he understood. While you debated, Bucky sat on the couch. The sunlight cast golden beams into the room, making you feel safe. "It was just eleven…” you trailed off. Bucky frowned, a small crease appearing between his brows. “Sweetheart, why didn't you let me know you needed me? I would have been here as fast as possible.” You sagged against him, using his large frame as your personal pillow. “Because I didn't want to worry you, and your mission was important…” “You're important,” he said disapprovingly. “I know,” you promise. "But your mission was so short.” He gave you an unimpressed look. “I was gone four days.” You sagged against him further, no longer supporting your weight. Bucky sighed as snores came from you. He hated that you didn't sleep while he was away. Both of you suffered from nightmares. The only solution that kept them away was when the two of you slept beside each other. He knew your nightmares, just as you knew his. He slowly stood up, cradling you against him. Going to the bed, he tucked you in. The small whimper that left you as he moved around the bed made his heart clinch. Even asleep you were reaching out for him. He laid down, pulling your malleable body into his hold. His heart always soared when you were tired, loving how touchy you became. Usually you would wait for him to initiate physical touches, but when you were asleep? All you wanted to do was touch him. The first time he discovered this made his heart melt. Sleeping was when you were most vulnerable, and all you wanted when sleeping was him. The trust you had in him to protect you while slept was the best feeling possible to him.

Loki Laufeyson

Loki's adoration of you grew daily. You were self assured and confident, easily seeming like an immovable force. And you were, but Loki got to see what you were like behind closed doors. Loki witnessed you when the bravado was washed away. Witnessed how dedicated you were to the people in your life. He was lucky enough to be one of those people. Loki's favorite time was the evening. Getting to relax with you after a long day was perfection to him. Being around you energized him from the tiring tasks of the day. Learning your quirks was an added bonus of spending evenings together. His favorite was when you were tired. He was used to falling asleep in each other's arms, but what he didn't expect was your nightly request that he speak. Anything from tales of Asgard to having him ramble about seemingly nothing. Each night he looked forward to lulling you to sleep with his stories. He learned, slowly, that his voice was what allowed you to sleep peacefully. Some nights, when your breathing was evened out, he'd stop talking. It was these nights you would hold onto him tighter, angling your body as if you were trying to shield him from something. He would stroke your hair and begin talking again, and you would relax against him. Instead of your hands clinging to his shirt, they would lay flat against his chest. He loved the way you would ask him to tell you something. Your eyes would flutter shut, but then you were jerking awake again as if you wanted to avoid sleeping for as long as possible. You would finally give in, resting your forehead against his. “Tell me something,” you'd whisper. “What would you like to hear?” He'd brush your hair away from your eyes. It became a game for him, guessing what your reply would be. If you'd want him to finish a story you fell asleep in the midst of, or to start a new story. Maybe you would want to hear about his thoughts on a book, or request he talk about anything. It didn't matter to him, just as long as you were relaxed. Clinging onto his words more than consciousness was a gift you weren't even aware you were giving him. He relished these moments, committing them to his memory.

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molotovgirl45 · 11 months ago

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Hiii! I have a TPN request for Emma and Ray (seperately).

Them x reader who is bubbly, childish, energetic, and kind gets shipped out and the next time they see them (reader was with Norman after they got shipped out), they were more reserved, soft-spoken, and mature.

Tysm and have a great day! P.S. Stay hydrated.

This genuinely sounds like something I would read, lol. I hope you enjoy, even though this isn't a total proof read. Just how i remembered. I did mainly just Ray, and im planning on making another version with Emma.This will be based off the manga, but I can make an anime version too. Here you go!

Tw: Violence, slight trauma, use of Y/n, slight angst at end.

Introduction Ray+Emma

After you got shipped out, you went to Lambda with Norman. That was definitely an eye opening moment for you, seeing all of the test subjects as you walked through the halls. You watched as they screamed, or tried to resist, but it was all futile. You watched as they morphed into horrific creatures, their wails echoing throughout the lab. That one moment, the energetic Y/n that everyone knew and loved faded. Throughout the months you spent alone in a small white box, your mind began to shape itself to your new environment. You never really knew what it was like to be injected with unknown treatments, or to be held down so they could test on you. That Era of your life left a mental scar, one that could probably never be healed.

Ray: Seeing you again.

"Long time, no see."

You smile softly at Emma and Ray as Norman stood by your side. Ray's facial expression went from stoic instantly it shock. Was this really you?

"... Y/n?"

Before you knew it, you felt something collide with you a little harshly. He had sprinted towards you, hugging you tight as if he would lose you again if he let you go for even a second. For the first time, Norman, Emma and you saw him cry. He was crying into your shoulder. That was... Unexpected. Half of you thought that he would act like he didn't care. You hug him back. Eventually, he spoke.

"Don't leave us like that again, Idiot."

You chuckled slightly.

"I missed you too, Ray."

Ray: Noticing your personality change

Back at the farm, you constantly would bug Ray, or try and play games with him. So when he asked you if you wanted to play a board game with him, and you didn't light up with that cute face you made when you were excited, he was confused.

"Hey, dumbass, do you want to play monopoly with Norman, Emma and me?"

You glanced up from the papers you were writing. You smile softly.

"Oh, I'm good, thanks."

... He blinked. Were they being serious?

"... What?"

You don't glance up this time, continuing to write some boring papers.

"I said I'm good, thank you, though."

Something was wrong. You *never* declined the opportunity to play a board game. Were they sad? Did he do something wrong that upset them? He frowned hard. Maybe they are just tired. He leaves, to go back to where Norman and Emma were.

A couple days after that, he walks by to see you... Reading? No, clearly something is wrong. You used to HATE books. You would only ever read them if Ray read them to you. He approached you, frowning again.

"What's wrong?"

Huh? You look up, a bit confused.

"What do you mean? Nothing's wrong."

"Did we upset you?"

You get even more confused.

"No..?"

He takes the book from your hands, seeing what it even is that you're reading. ... Pride and Prejudice? Yeah, something is definitely wrong.

"I'm sorry you feel neglected enough to read this."

Your confused expression increases in strength.

"Ray, nothing is wrong. What are you even talking abou-"

"-Y/n, you don't read. You've never read before, unless I was reading it to you. And last week you said you didn't want to play monopoly. Clearly something is wrong. Have you been getting enough sleep?? Sleeplessness affects your energy and mood. Are you depressed or something? You know you can always talk to-"

"Ray!"

You yell, after a couple times he finally seemed to stop talking. You sigh, standing up from your seat.

"Ray, I'm fine. Truly. I just..."

You rub your temples.

"I just matured. Back at the farm, we were together. We all helped each other out, and that gave us all hope. But when you're alone, in an environment like the Lambda, you just... Change. I can't help the fact that I had to mature before I was supposed to. But I'm telling you, I'm fine."

He stares at you for a while, before nodding in understanding. He gives you your book back.

"Sorry for bothering you, then."

He leaves, before you could stop him. You sigh, looking down at your book. You really had changed.

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cheezeybread · 7 months ago

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I just finished finals and I need the twst boys to suffer. I need a oneshot with the first year squad needing to solve algebra, chemistry, Literature, etc. All the crap we've had to put up with in normal school I wanna subject them to it. Ace making fun of us for not understanding magic homework? Tough shit, now the bastard has to solve these functions and figure out some parabolas!

Make the boys suffer, I can get behind that idea 😎

Also, I saw somewhere that someone hc'd Deuce as having a learning disability or some type of dyslexia? I think it works so well with him saying he had issues with school and not having good grades no matter how hard he worked at it.

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"I hate this!" Deuce muttered harshly, his eyes watery and half-closed. He had been staring at the same problem for the past twenty minutes, nothing more than an erased question mark to show for all his efforts.

"Boohoo, bastard, try being as clever as me, maybe," Ace shot back, sounding like the confident prick he was. However, when you glanced down at his paper, you could see tear stains on it, and the sheer amount of damage done to it by being erased so many times.

You sighed, leaning your head back on the sofa. Sitting on the floor, working on your seperate homework on the coffee table, were you, Ace, Deuce, and Grim (of course Grim was piled up on a bunch of books to be able to see his work. And so that you could make sure he wasn't cheating). Unfortunately for everyone, it was the time of year for exams. Right before winter break let out, you had to fight for your freedom. And unfortunately for the boys, NRC was a college- which meant that while it was also a "Magic-specialized" school, it had other classes, as well. Such as basic World History, English, Non-magical science, and math. Fortunately for you, the Math and English were close enough to the same ones back at home that you already knew most of it.

So you were coursing through the classes with grace and ease, leaving your friends stumbling and begging for help with their own classes.

For once, you were at top! No more were you this magicless human that they felt like they had to defend....well, you still were, technically, but now you were more known as the smart person who could help tutor the other Freshmen.

And since they were oh, so desperate for your help, you were able to charge thaumarks per tutoring session. With special discounts for your closer friends, of course.

Maybe the amount of power was starting to go to your head. Or maybe Azul had finally rubbed off on you. Either way, you had some extra money in your pocket for once, and you could afford to buy snacks! Snacks! For you to eat! And other fun little gidgets and gizmos that you could only stare at wistfully in shop windows!

Through the sessions, you had learned everyone's weaknesses and what subjects they needed help on the most.

Deuce had issues with English classes- mainly reading difficult passages and understanding them. You suspected he had dyslexia or some other type of learning disability. But you found that if you read the passage out loud slowly, he was able to retain the knowledge better.

Ace had issues with math. Specifically graphs and the mathematical equations that went with them. Parabolas, Quadratic formulas, you name it! it made him want to tear his hair out....and it made you want to bash his head into a wall just helping him. But if you worked out a problem a few times, he would eventually understand it. Maybe. Until the next problem, and then he'd forget it all over again.

Jack had issues with World History. All he kept saying was that if he couldn't smell it, it didn't matter well enough. To which you always had to reply with "that's dumb". Dates and times were definitely not his strong suit. But! If you mentioned Riddle during your tutoring sessions, Jack would work much harder at memorizing information. It was almost like he wanted Riddle to be impressed with him...even though Riddle was never at any of the study sessions.

Epel also struggled with English. He didn't understand why he had to find out what the text meant with a whole buncha "metaphors" and stuff. "The author meant what they wrote, didn't they? Why should I have to put a buncha words into their mouth???" But once you explained to him that the teacher wanted to see what Epel himself thought about the text, it all clicked for him. Now he just made up some semi-passable nonsense as his answers.

And Sebek...well, he was Sebek. He struggled a little bit with all of it, in his own way. But having Malleus sit in with some of the study sessions was remarkably helpful. You only had to help Sebek twice before he started doing better on his own.

"YNnnnnnnnNNNNN!" Ace groaned, giving up his false sense of confidence "I'm tiiiiiiired." There was a thud, and you glanced over to see Ace's head up against the table.

"Hey, back to work," You said, thumping the side of his head "Or you could keep resting and just pay me for another session. You know what, honestly, do whatever you want. It's your exam you're gonna flunk, not mine."

"You're such a tyrant..." Ace grumbled, begrudgingly lifting his head just enough to be able to write on his paper.

"No, even Riddle doesn't charge us for study sessions," Deuce chuckled tearfully, rubbing one of his eyes "They're more like Azul."

"Boohoo, bastard," You stuck your tongue out, mimicking Ace's insult from earlier.

Deuce opened his mouth to retort, but his expression changed to confusion "Actually, wait- where's Grim at?"

A glance towards the empty spot at the table, and it was clear the direbeast was gone.

"Crap," You hissed, standing up quickly, wondering what sort of mischief he had gotten into now.

There was a thundering boom from the kitchen. Grim had stuck his homework in the oven to hide it from you, but put the oven at 500 degrees to get rid of the evidence quicker....which led to the old thing exploding.

Needless to say, Grim did not earn any more tutoring sessions from you.

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whatitshouldvebeen · 1 year ago

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God I just had a massive angsty thought about Johnny’s girl, or captive for a better word, having to hide her pregnancy from the rest of the family. Nancy would be the only exception to this. Her sixth sense is crazy. But I was thinking about the delivery not going so smoothly, especially considering all the stress on the reader. You have to pretty much do it by yourself in a barn on a makeshift bed made of hay and a blanket, with Johnny only taking quick peeks in every now and then. The baby wouldn’t show any vital signs at first, and you’d like to think Johnny looks more concerned than he appears. You’re finally able to call him over, and get his help with things. The baby starts crying, though never having been a mother before, the reader knows the baby needs more right now than her and Johnny could both provide. Someone with more knowledge. You’d have to hand your infant over to Nancy and trust her with it for the first couple of days, not even knowing if it was going to be okay by the time it was returned to you. Johnny looks after you, despite feeling irritated and tied down in a seperate room in the house, arguments sprout over him thinking you’re overreacting, never having a hope in the world of understanding the emotions a new mother goes through.

Johnny Slaughter x reader

Daddy's a Killer

Contains: heavy angst, childbirth, and a mention of breastfeeding

MINORS DNI

Nancy never concealed her displeasure when Johnny decided to house you in the barn. A few months later, when he vented his frustration about you, she felt relief—finally, her son recognized you as the burden she always knew you were. Yet, when she and Johnny went to the barn to bring you back to slaughter, the sight of you stirred an unexpected reaction.

"You foolish boy," she muttered, eyes narrowing and shifting to Johnny.

"What, ma? I'm gettin' rid of her like you been sayin' to!" he retorted. One of his hands muffled your anguished screams, while the other gripped your wrists, holding you in front of him as you desperately tried to twist away.

"How many times has Drayton told ya not to mess with the meat?" she scolded, her nose crinkling.

"Ma, I—" he began to protest.

"She's pregnant," Nancy stated flatly.

Color drained from Johnny's already pale face. "W-what?"

"Can't kill 'er. She's got your blood." Nancy grimaced. "You think you want rid of her now, just you wait 'till she's hormonal."

In his shock, Johnny's grip slackened, and you managed to wriggle free, falling to your knees in front of Nancy. "Please, let me go," you pleaded. "If you want to be rid of me, I'll never speak a word. I'll disappear, I swear it!"

The stern, dark-haired woman displayed no signs of sympathy as a smile stretched across her face. "Honey, you got my grandbaby in there, and every baby needs a family. You ain't leavin'."

You looked up from her shoes to her cold eyes, tears streaming down your face as Johnny harshly pulled you back up. The realization set in that there was nothing you could do.

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The subsequent months unfolded in an unusual manner. Nancy, with an insistence to have Johnny treat you better for the sake of the baby, managed to curb his physical abuse. However, his relentless verbal tirades persisted beyond her control.

During those prolonged months, a subtle transformation occurred within Johnny. The sensation of feeling his baby through your stomach seemed to evoke genuine affection in his eyes. Strangely, this newfound tenderness extended to his "relationship" with you. He provided a pillow and blankets for the barn, heated your food, and even allowed you some fresh air daily.

Despite the improved conditions, humane treatment remained a distant concept. His anger flared, and the majority of your days were still spent in the old barn.

The difficulty of your pregnancy grew, confining you to bedrest (as much as hay covered in blankets could be considered a bed) during the final weeks. At this point, Nancy visited more frequently than Johnny, yet her conversations were solely centered around the baby.

"Bet it's a girl," she remarked one day. "You got that girl shine. When I was pregnant with my girls, I looked the same way."

Inquiring about her pregnancies, she revealed none of them came to fruition, hastily correcting herself. "'Cept for my little angel Johnny, of course!"

Suspicion regarding Nancy's authenticity as Johnny's mother lingered, but in the grand scheme, it seemed inconsequential. Revealing your thoughts to Johnny might only worsen the situation.

Then, the day of your contractions arrived. Within hours, the pain became so intense that screams were your only outlet. When Johnny returned home, he came to see you, and instantly regretted it.

"Ma, why is she so pale?" he asked.

"Somethin's wrong," his mother replied, replacing the towel on your forehead. In the throes of labor, you lay on your back, pushing with all your weakened might.

Your strength had dwindled daily, and Johnny, not the most adept caretaker, had left you spending more time with Nancy in the last month of your pregnancy. Despite her care, you knew it was only for her grandchild's sake.

"Push! Come on now, I see their head!" she shouted, urging you on. You screamed, head thrown back into the sweat-drenched pillow. Johnny, stationed outside, smoked like a freight train, only peeking in occasionally. Comfort was beyond his capacity, a fact you came to understand long ago.

"One last push," Nancy urged, and you obeyed, your child slipping into her waiting hands. "It's a girl!" she exclaimed, but then fell silent, her face stricken.

"Is she okay?" you asked wearily, attempting to raise your head higher to see her. The baby had dark brown hair, like her daddy. She was limp.

Nancy flipped her over, holding her head and body, rubbing and slapping her back.

"What's going on?" Johnny said as he appeared at your side. You'd like to think he sounded worried. Your attention, however, remained fixed on your lifeless baby. Silent screams of anguish echoed as you witnessed Nancy's attempts to revive the child who had been kicking happily in your stomach that very morning.

Then, your daughter coughed, rasping for air. Water bubbled out of her lungs, wetting the barn floor. Nancy cradled her close, attempting to soothe the wailing newborn.

"Is she okay? Can I see her?" you asked, reaching out desperately. Nancy, however, refused to look at you.

"Always knew you was a piece of work, girl. Can't even birth a baby right when it don't die in your womb. She's weak and frail, like you. You don't deserve this girl," she said coldly, bouncing the baby gently as it laid against her shoulder, still crying.

"Please give me my baby," you wailed, stretching your arms out for her desperately.

Surprisingly, it was Johnny who took your little girl from Nancy. His mother glared at him with steely eyes as he placed his daughter in your arms.

"A baby needs their mama," he said, watching your face as it filled with affection for your perfect, tiny baby girl. He turned back to his mom. "She gotta feed her. You can take her back when she's done, but she won't get better without her mama."

"Fine," she spat, sitting up straight, the blood from your baby staining her dress. "But she's mine any time she's not eatin'. I gotta make sure she gets better, and your slut clearly don't know how to take care of a baby."

Johnny agreed, and you knew protesting would only strain your chances of spending time with her at all. It was true; she was your first baby, and you could tell she was sick by the bluish tone to her skin and her struggle to latch onto you. Yet, she was alive, in your arms, and that was all that mattered.

"Bring your girl into the spare bedroom. Better 'n me havin' to go out to the barn just to feed the baby," Nancy said, and Johnny obeyed, picking you up with what you could delude yourself into thinking was genuine care before bringing you inside his mother's house, your baby clutched tightly to your chest all the way.

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As you recuperated in Johnny's mom's house, Johnny reluctantly assumed the role of caretaker. He assisted with your baths, helped you get dressed, and, surprisingly, inquired about your well-being at least once a day. It felt odd—a begrudging care, tinged with resentment, yet undeniably present. He wasn't accustomed to showing empathy.

During the feeding sessions with your baby, occurring five to eight times a day, Johnny surprisingly chose to be present more often than not, expressing a peculiar tenderness. He'd stroke your hair, murmuring, "She's gettin' stronger every day. She'll be okay in no time."

Yet, in moments when your baby was not present, Johnny's patience wore thin with your perpetual concerns.

"My ma's got her! You ain't gotta be so whiny!" he complained, rolling his eyes.

"But the last time I saw her, she seemed kind of out of it. Can you at least check on her?" you asked anxiously.

"Ma would tell me if she needed somethin'. You're overreacting like ya always do."

The desire to shout, to hurl the bedside lamp at him, surged within you, but you knew it would be futile. Johnny would never take you seriously.

After all, you were a year past your "expiration date", Johnny liked to "joke". You needed to make yourself useful, to show your thanks for the fact you were still alive. Your daughter needed you for now, but when she got older, Nancy could take over… and she wouldn't even remember you.

The thought made your stomach tie in knots. And as you looked into the fed-up eyes of your captor, you knew your place in his world would only become more and more tenuous. You had to be perfect for him. For your daughter.

Forever.

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pacifymebby · 2 years ago

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Hi, first of all I really love your images about peaky blinders. I was wondering ( if you still take requests about peaky blinders) on how the peaky boys would react if you die in their arms and what the imeadiate aftermath is and mourning proces after. I whish you a very good day, with much love from Belgium

Hi! I'm sorry this has taken so long for me to get to!!!

Tommy

🌿 Probably secretly always thought this day would come, he's been haunted by the thought of you being hurt/killed for so long that now that its actually happening it doesn't quite seem real.

🌿 His ears are still ringing with the sound of the gunshots which tore through you, his whole world feels seperate and he's isolated. That echo from the gun is the only thing which tells him this is actually happening. In his dreams its always silent.

🌿 He'd appear calm on the outside, talking to you calm and steady voice, telling you everything was going to be alright, that he was going to take you to a doctor and then you'd be alright

🌿 But he's lying to you because he doesn't want you to be scared, and you know he's lying to you. When you reach up to him, your fingers grazing his lips your touch is so cold Tommy knows it will haunt him for the rest of his life.

🌿 He does his best to hold back the tears but he's literally watching the life drain from you

🌿 He feels himself going cold too, his own will to live being sucked from him as if the two of you shared the same heart. Lifes stopping for both of you.

🌿 He'd hold you until your were completely lifeless, he'd kiss you, stroke your hair, sooth you as best he could, keep promising you you were going to be alright, he'd tell you "don't be scared love, don't be scared you're alright now,"

🌿But the second you're gone that's when he'd come back to himself, the anger setting in. He'd place your body down carefully but quickly, fingers finding his gun in a heartbeat. The men who stole you away from him fled the scene imediately but Tommy won't rest until he's ripped everything they love from them, until he's put them through hell.

🌿Pol has to remind him (harshly) that when all this is over he'll regret not giving you the send of you deserve, fuck his revenge plans, you need to be put to rest properly or you'll come back to haunt him. Tommy knows you'll haunt him anyway.

🌿He'd be so sensitive and tempremental when it comes to your funeral, everyone will be treading on eggshells around him, trying not to upset him, but he'll only get pissed off that people are treating him like hes fragile...

🌿He'll struggle to say a few words for you, but he'll know he needs to, he'll force himself to... He's already started dreaming about you, thinking he hears your voice in the second before he falls asleep, and as he speaks he thinks he hears you again, laughing at him being emotional. But he's so strong, he's fiercly determined to do everything right for you. To honor you every day for the rest of his life.

🌿 Which is why he'll leave your funeral with his fingers on the trigger of his gun, he knows the real send off you deserve is vengeance, he's going to kill for you tonight.

🌿 He'd probably have everything meticulously planned, down to what he's going to say to your murderer before he kills them... But when it comes to it he'll be so overcome with emotion that he won't say any of it. He'll lose control, he'll kill ruthlessly, mercilessly, he'll torture them, cause them so much pain and then, just like that, without offering them the peace of knowing why, he'll wipe them all off the face of the earth.

🌿He'll avoid your grave for a long time after that, he'll try to ignore that you're gone. He'll try to block you out, but in the end it will only torture him and cause him more pain. In the end he'll walk out to your grave one day in the pissing rain, he'll fall onto his knees in the mud and dig his hands into the soil, he'll sink into the dirt and cry and beg god to let him die there with you.

🌿 But Tommys curse is that he must always go on living despite his sins, because of his sins, and he knows that every day for the rest of his life he'll feel you in his heart aching like a bruise. The unhealing wound.

Alfie

🐻 Never thought you'd be the one to die first. He always thought it would be you and him until the end of his days.. Because his days are numbered and you were so young!

🐻 But no. It was a fascist that did it, one of those trendy new political types thats read a couple books and thinks they're the new revolution. They broke into his house, on a mission to take down a famous jewish gangster, a criminal the city needed ridding off. But they didn't kill him. They killed you.

🐻 They shot at the bed whilst you were sleeping, and youd been sleeping on top of Alfie the way you always did. So the bullet had ripped through your back and lodged in your heart instead of his and youd not even had the chance to wake up, open your eyes and look at him one last time before your soul had left your body.

🐻 All he can do is lie there in shock, propped up on one elbow, your body bleeding, you blood flowing and soaked up by the bedsheets, warm and sticky and fucking haunting as it soaks Alfie's chest, matting the hair on his chest and arms as he holds onto your lifeless body.

🐻 He's just, too shocked, too stunned. He doesnt feel grief, doesn't feel rage, can't cry. All he can do is shoot the intruder dead, drop his gun to the floor, and look helplessly at Cyril who jumps up onto the bed and nuzzles into your body barking and howling, as distraught as Alfie.

🐻 For a long time he just sits there, holding you, stroking his hand through your hair. He didn't even get to say goodbye and its like the whole world just stopped, its like he can't move on from the second he heard that shot ring out.

🐻 His friends have to rally round him, try to help him through the difficult period. No ones ever really seen Alfie like this before - speechless - and theyre all a little uncertain. Even Tommy is unnerved. However Tommy ends up being his rock. He's lost the love of his life too, he knows how bleak, how cold the world is, how it never returns to the way it was.

🐻 After your funeral Alfie packs up and leaves the city, he has nothing to stay there for and everything reminds him of you. He takes cyril to Margate and together they walk along the beach Alfie always promised you you'd raise your children on. He spends a lot of time thinking what his life could have been.

🐻 He grows bitter as he grows older. When he overhears fascist talk in pubs or down the market he makes note of who and what they said. He keeps a list of all the people he'll kill just as soon as he can make it through a day without thinking of you and losing his breath.

🐻 Those days never come. You're always on his mind, at night he lies in bed and feels the weight of your body lifeless on top of him. He dreams the scene over and over again and wakes drenched in sweat, for a moment in the dark it feels like your blood and his own blood runs cold.

Arthur

🍂 He'd go ferral. He watches your throat get slit right in front of him, your blood spurting and soaking his face. The attacker who throws you to the ground doesn't have a chance to get away or lunge to kill Arthur next because Arthur his screaming bloody fucking murder. He's drenched in the blood of his love and his mind is nothing but white with rage, with pain.

🍂 In the immediate aftermath his grief is so powerful, so tightly gripping, that Arthur loses himself completely. When he attacks the man who killed you he rips him limb from lip, he punches him until his skull has been caved in, until there a little fractures of the mans skull lodged in his knuckles.

🍂 After that his memory is a blur, he remembers nothing of the destruction he caused, nothing of how he couldn't be tamed even by his brothers, even by Aunt Pol. There was nothing anyone could do, they just had to stand back and watch as he destroyed the room, smashed everything, tore the curtains down, broke glasses.

🍂 He nearly killed himself, but somewhere in the hours it took for his grief and rage to mellow into heartbreak, anguish, sorrow... He exhausted himself. He fell to his knees and keeled over onto his side, curled up foetal postion on the floor surrounded by all those broken things he destroyed.

🍂 He doesnt want to wash your blood away, it's the last of you he'll ever have and once its washed away you'll be gone. But he doesn't have the words to express that kind of pain.

🍂 He turns to heroin to numb the pain, Tommy uses it to tranquillise him at first, but then after the first time Arthur finds its the only way he can function. He's lost all hope and purpose. Without you his life lacks all meaning.

🍂 Aunt Pol and Ada wash your blood from him and Ada helps him prepare what he is going to say for you. She holds his hands when he speaks and she is strong so that he can crumble.

🍂 When they burn the vardo with you inside it he started screaming again, he tries to fight his way inside. He just wants to lie down beside your body and burn with you. Tommy and John have to fight him away from the flames.

🍂 But he's never the same and he never recovers and every day he regrets that he didn't fight harder to break into that burning wagon, scoop you up and hold you to his chest so that you could burn together eternally.

🍂 He tries to turn to god, tries to tell himself he'll be reunited with you in heaven one day, but this only tortures him further because he knows hes going to hell.

John

🌼 You got caught in the crossfire, the Italians stormed the house, machine gun fire to slaughter the whole family. You'd thrown yourself in front of the children and John hadn't been quick enough to pull you back.

🌼 So he's on his knees with you in his arms, the children hiding behind him, in tears, as he fights the italians off and shoots them down.

🌼 Hes crying, these silent tears streaking his face, but he's determined to kill the Italians and protect your babies before he succumbs to his grief.

🌼 He knows youre dying. He knows theres no hope, but he fights for his children's life and holds your head tight to his chest, reassuring you that everything will be fine, that youre brave, that he loves you so much, that the children are all alright, that everyones safe, he'll look after you all. All the while his heart is breaking and his mind is racing with the instinctual need to protect you and the babies from the enemy.

🌼 He gathers the children up in his arms, he doesn't want them to see you like this so he bundles them up in his coat and buries there faces in his shirt so they can't see. He calls his brother for help, calls Aunt Pol, says he needs someone to take care of the children.

🌼 He does cry, he clutches your body to his and sobs into your hair when he thinks the children are all inside and out of sight. He doesn't want them to see him crying and think their dad is weak. He feels like a child with tears streaming down his cheeks, he feels like he's failed you.

🌼 "I'm so sorry flower it should have been me, shoulda been there, shouldn't be you, you shouldn't be fuckin dead, shoulda been me!" He blames himself for not being the one to throw his life down for the children. He feels like he's let them down, he thinks kids need mothers more than they do fathers and now his haven't got one.

🌼 He feels he should be responsible for hurting the family that did this to his but he knows too that he has to stay alive for his children now, so when Tommy tells him to stand down, to let him and Arthur do it, John listens. He knows the only way he will ever feel less guilty for your death, is by being a good father to your babies.

🌼 He has to be strong for the children, when you're a parent, no matter how much you love your soulmate, you'll always love your children more, John feels this more than ever now as his instinct to protect and nurture the children becomes the only defence he has against his grief which threatens to consume him.

Bonnie

🍀 Is far too young to lose the love of his life, his first love no less. The woman he thought would be the only woman he'd ever love. He thought you'd carry his children, he thought the two of you would grow old together. He had all these plans, all these daydreams. You were the girl he was going out into the ring for, you were the girl he was doing Tommy Shelby's dirty work for. Everything he did in his life was for you.

🍀 He's always been so protective of you, always done his best to keep you away from Peaky business, but despite his efforts its Peaky Business that gets you killed.

🍀 It happens when he's away from the camp, some bad men from down south have been tipped off about your location, the two caravans belonging to you, Bonnie and his dad. Bonnie's away hunting when he hears the gun fire, and although he drops everything and runs as fast as his body can stand, to get back to you, to protect you, he's too late.

🍀 His father's killed most of the attackers and when Bonnie see's you keeled over on the ground he doesn't care if its safe, he just has to get to you.

🍀 He hears his father shout to warn him of another enemy but his head is clouded and he isn't thinking straight because now that he's beside you, with your head in his lap, he can see how bad it really is.

🍀 You've been stabbed multiple times in the belly and he knows there's no saving you. His hearts breaking, his worlds fading to grey but somewhere in the distance he can hear his fathers voice screaming to him with such an urgency. He hears gun fire, the snap rattling his skull and drawing him out of his grief stricken trance for long enough to realise that his father has just saved his life.

🍀 A man lies half dead at Bonnie's feet, his hands covered in blood, his shirt soaked with not just his own blood but yours too and Bonnie is sure that this is the man who ripped you away from him.

🍀 The man's begging for mercy, he's bleeding out slowly just like you, a sweat on his skin like there's a pained sweat on your paling forehead. He's begging Bonnie to put him out of his misery but Bonnie can barely stand to look at him.

🍀 Instead he focusses on you, holding you so close, feeling your blood stain his hands and arms, his shirt soaking you up, you're shaking, you're in so much pain and there's nothing he can do for you, except hold you, make you promises he can't keep. Lie to you.

🍀 "It's alright my little dove, I've got you now eh, your Bonnie's got you, you're gonna be alright, we'll take you to the Lee's, they've some good healers, the best, we'll have you on the mend in no time angel," he's holding back his tears because he doesn't want to scare you, he's forcing this smile for you as he kisses your forehead and your lips. He can feel your breath on his as he curls his body around yours, it's getting fainter and fainter with every second and he knows that soon you'll be at peace.

🍀 "I love you little dove, with all my heart, I love you..."

🍀 And when you finally pass he finishes that sentence, "and I'll never love again, never." And he means it. And he doesn't. He never moves on and he pretends not to notice the pitying looks, the sad rumours and whispers which follow him wherever he goes.

🍀 He holds so much anger about what happened, he never forgives himself for not being there. He convinces himself that if he had been with you that day things would have been different. It haunts him and hollows him out and the only relief he really feels is during his fights. The raw sting of a fist splitting his cheek or his lip. Feeling the dizzying ache of a sharp right hook to his ribs. He takes all his anger out on his opponents, but even the adrenaline of another victory isn't enough to light him up, and the once lackadaisical boy is haunted by your memory forever.

🍀 He thinks about the future he will never have, the babies you'll never carry, the children you'll never argue about naming. The wedding you'd have had but won't anymore. He can't stop thinking about everything he was so certain he would know one day, the happiness that you could have shared but won't now. He doesn't really believe he can grow old without you.

Isaiah

🐀 You perish in a house fire, one started by a rival gang who through a vodka bomb through the bedroom window. The house went up so quickly, the whole room ablaze and choked out with thick black smoke in what feels like seconds.

🐀 The two of you woke up already drugged by the toxins in the air and you fell onto the broken glass cutting yourself and crying out. Isaiah tried to get to you but a beam from the ceiling snapped, breaking the bed frame and then trapping your leg.

🐀 He fought despite being unable to see through the smoke, his lungs burning with every breath he spared himself. He shouted for you through the smoke and heard your cries, he thought you were crying for his help but you already knew you wouldn't free yourself from under that beam. You were shouting for him to leave you.

🐀 Of course Isaiah wouldn't have listened to you even if he had understood your screaming at him. Instead he crawled to you, tried with all his strength to shift the beam and free you. And perhaps he would have succeeded had Michael and John not burst through the door searching for you both, finding him and dragging him away as he shouted for you, refusing to let you go.

🐀 They had to fight him, trap his arms behind his back and pick him up, overpowering him and preventing him from killing himself trying to save you.

🐀 And he fucking hates them for it, he's so angry, he tries to fight his way back inside the building and John ends up pulling his gun on him, forcing him to give up

🐀 At which point he backs down, falls to his knees, coughing and crying, screaming into the cobblestones his whole body aching with the smoke inhalation and his grief. It's agony.

🐀 They have to take him to the hospital and they're genuinely concerned that if he doesn't get a grip on his grief, he's going to get himself thrown in the asylum. Michael has to grab him by the face, forehead to forehead "get a grip man, she's gone and nothing you do is going to bring her back, but if you get yourself locked up over her you'll never be able to cut the bastards who killed her!"

🐀 The promise of vengeance is the only thing that can focus him, draw him out of his mourning and steady him. He's breathing heavily, his heart racing, but he calms himself down, he does as Michael says. "You take deep fucking breaths and you do what the nurses tell you and you get fucking strong again yeah, physically, mentally..."

🐀 At your funeral he speaks and he struggles to hold it together but he does. He sheds a few tears and his hands shake but he stays strong.

🐀 He turns away from god, he argues with his father. If god exists why the fuck would he take a soul as pure as yours, why the fuck would he let you die. He wonders if it was done to punish him, he thinks he should have done more, should have been stronger, quicker, smarter.

🐀 He focusses all his energy on getting stronger, fighting harder, he spends a lot of time at the boxing gym training, he fights with Bonnie determined to build his strength so that he can be better. Its as if he thinks bettering himself will bring you back.

🐀 But in the end it only takes a couple drinks to dampen his resolve, to make him teary eyed. He cries a lot when he's drunk, cries to Bonnie or Michael, confesses he believes it was his fault. He needs his friends much more than he really knows.

Michael

☘️ He had that indestructible complex, an almost narcissistic belief that nothing bad could ever happen to him, which by extension meant nothing bad could ever happen to you either.

☘️ So when it does he can't believe it. He's too stunned to act fast, he sees the men with their guns, he hears the shot. He throws himself in front of you a moment too late and when he realises you've already been hit he can't believe it. He doesn't believe it.

☘️ He holds you close, shooting at the men until every last one of them is dying on the floor, bleeding out slowly just as you are.

☘️ He screams for help and when his mum bursts in she's sees you and realises that you're going to die. She tries to be calm, tries to reassure the two of you. She knows Michael won't accept the truth.

☘️ He gets angry when she moves slowly, calmly, only trying to ease your pain as you pass.

☘️ "You're not doing anything! Why aren't you fucking doing something?" and then he realises why, she gives him one look and he sees all the sorrow, the grief, and he understands, and his blood runs cold and he stops talking. He holds you, you're mumbling, trying to talk to him.

☘️ The tears are stinging in his eyes, they're blurring his vision and he gets angry with himself for crying, he wants to look at you, remember your face, he wants to hold you and tell you everything will be alright, he wants to offer you all the comfort and love left in him because he knows now that this is his last chance. But he can hardly get his words out and they're coming out choked. He sounds weak, he knows that if his cousins saw him like this they'd be ashamed of him. He can't even be strong for his girl when she's dying.

☘️ But he kisses you, presses his lips to your forehead and holds them there, mumbling a prayer.

☘️ "You're alright love, I love you, I know it hurts sweetheart, don't be scared alright, I'm... I'm here with you, I'm holding you, fuck... fuck I love you so much y/n,"

☘️ "Michael..." you manage, struggling through your own last words but desperate to get them out because he needs to know, you know he'll blame himself, you know he doesn't believe in himself enough to believe he can keep going without you, "you're going to be alright Michael, you're going to be alright..."

☘️ When you're gone he doesn't move, he just holds your lifeless body and cries, he feels shellshocked, he doesn't want to let go of you. And he doesn't, not emotionally, he holds you in his heart and on his mind for the rest of his life. He lies awake every night thinking of you, you were the first person he met who really believed in him.

☘️ Your last words to him feel so bitter, how could you say that to him, you must have known you were lying. How can he possibly be alright without you, he'll never feel anything close to happy again. You were his rock and without you he feels set adrift, helpless and hollow. He feels weak.

☘️ He blames himself for not being enough, for years he is angry and bitter, all this loathing for himself bubbling away and building inside him. He snaps at people, he's cruel, taking his grief out on anyone who provokes him.

☘️ He doesn't know how to heal and Polly fears he never will, she doesn't know how to help her son and doesn't think she ever will. She tries to steal him away from revenge but she can't. Michael is angry, vengeful, he wants to tear every man who associates with the gang responsible for you killing, limb from fucking limb.

☘️ And in the end its his drive to kill that gets him killed because he becomes so obsessed with his vengeance that he turns on everyone who tries to stop him. But he dies with a feeling of peace because as his life fades from him he hears your voice, hallucinates you holding his head in your lap, telling him he's going to be alright.

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