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tomdiddlyumptious · 4 years ago

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Hey! If your uncomfortable please ignore this ask, but i was wondering if you could write something similar to malcome & marie? Thank you! Happy belated birthday!

Thank you baby! I actually thought about this ask for a bit. As a community we do NOT support or want anything like that in our lives, okay?

But if you as a reader would be uncomfortable with reading this then do not.

this will be kinda very similar to the plot of malcome & marie sooo....

Pairings: Film creator!tom x used to be sex worker!reader

WE SUPPORT SEX WORKERS. YOU ARE GOLDEN😩🙌🏽

Summary: after a celebration its time for the downfall

Warnings: argueing, slut shamming, smut mentions. Drinking, smoking. Not proof read. TOXIC- suicide mention.

I hopw this is just as confusing as it was in the actual movie, cuz yeah. Pls dont be shy to say something about it. And tbh if it isnt that good to you i dont blame you, its currently 11:16 and i should be asleep.

You and tom walked in, a wide smile on his face as he danced around and shut the front door behind him. “Baby i did it!”

A faint smile played on your lips as you walked to the kitchen “yes you did, tom. You hungry?” You asked, opening the fridge as he went to go get a bottle of remy and two glasses, the rings shinning bright on his finger. “Yeah, can i have uh-“ he thought, stopping in his tracks and jerking his head as he couldnt think of anything.

“How about pancakes?” He randomly said and you chuckled “pancakes? Really?” “Of course! A sweet treat for a very sweet day” he walked up to the kitchen placing the glasses and the remy down.

You laughed again before taking out the pan, he also got to work by getting out the mix and the water while you got everything else. A cigarette in your mouth as tom helped light it while you mixed up the powder with the water.

“I never knew i could make it so far” he muttered, grabbing the remy and pouring it into the glass, tilting his head back and letting out a small moan from the sting in his throat. “You did a good job”

“Ya know, everyone is so judgemental, like i could walk around with my shoes untied and somebody would fucking give me a glare- or even what you call it. a stank eye” you nodded at his words letting him know you were listening, “but when i made that fucking movie i had all these women just- i cant even explain it” he shrugged, walking around the house with the glass in his hand, a wide smile on his face while you sighed and puffed out the smoke, the sizzle from the mix going on the buttered pan audible before he speaked again.

“They just kept on telling me how fucking talented i am, how i get women so fucking well. I mean goddamn im such a fucking genius” he edged on, cocky as he stomped his feet at his words,’ such, a, fucking, genius’

“Yes you are tommy” you looked down and seen the mix bubbling, taking the spatula and flipping the pancake, shifting and leaning on your right leg as your dominant hand sat on your hip, the other holding onto the cig.

“But it’s confusing. Any other time they would probably fucking- what do you call it” he snapped his fingers before taking a sip. “Aha! Fucking cancel me!” He pointed at the ceiling. “Why would they do that tommy” you lifted your eyebrow, “youre only writing a good story” you sighed, looking at the plates and rubbing a mark that was left on them.

“People now days do it just because....just because their bored- or even because they dont like them- BUT-“ he lifted his finger towards you “they have no reason to”

“Mhm, you should wait for the reviews” you took the cigarette and put it in the ash tray, taking the fire out before putting the pancake on the plate.

“They have to be good! I can make fucking millions off of this” he smiled, quickly walking over before chugging his drink.

“Yes...yes you can” “and then we could buy a fucking island, a boat and even a horse!” He laughed, amazed and he set down the glass before coming behind you, pressing kisses to your neck as he watched you put the batter on the pan again.

“What makes you want a horse?” “What makes you think about reviews?” And with that you shrugged “just because a few reporters and new york news writers like it doesnt mean that everyone will”

“Why are you being so negative? Goddamn you bring the worst out of everything y/n” he let you go, and you looked at him, giving him the famous eyes.

“The worst? How about you go fuck yourself” you said, aggressively grabbing the spatula to flip the pancake. “Go fuck myself? Whats your problem”

You stayed silent, wondering if you should just go outside and smoke another cigarette or hear him bitch and moan. “Y/n you have a problem every other fucking day. I try to talk to you but you dont. You rather talk shit and let it marinate” he rested his hands on his hips and starred at you while you bit your lip and put the pancake on the plate, grabbing the syrup you put the right amount for him before aggressively walking to the table and slamming it down.

Your heels clanking against the floor as you made your way to the bathroom. Leaving tom by his self as he let out a harsh sigh and rubbed his chin, thinking about what he should do before finally grabbing a fork to eat his breakfast.

“You know. You do the same shit every night- you curse me out then the next hour you wanna suck my dick or something” you starred at yourself in the mirror, biting the side of your cheek before you took of the heels, then coming back out.

“How dare you, thomas” you said harshly, walking back to him and watching him eat the pancakes. “How about you be fucking mature and stop eating”

“No. I dont wanna fight” he shrugged, cutting the pancakes fancy before he placed them in his mouth. “Your such a fucking bitch” your eyes squinted as you leaned forward.

His eyebrows raised and he cleared his throat “a bitch?” He let out a loud laugh, tilting his head before coming back “i think we both know whos the bitch here”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” “Oh you know exactly what im talking about” and with that your jaw basically droppped to the floor “why are you suprised?”

“Have you ever thought-“ you caught your words before repeating them “im the reason why youre gonna get millions, if i was never there for you. If you were never in my life youd still be in that house that you hated so fucking much” you walked closer.

“Trust me baby you were apart of it, but you sure as hell werent the main character” “then please-please tell me who else was doing sex for money?” You asked, and he didn’t answer, instead continued to eat the pancakes.

That made you more aggressive, quickly walking to the table and snatching the plate. “How dare you have to nerve to talk shit about me while you eat what i made you”

“Fuck you y/n” “no fuck you!” He dropped the fork, his face becoming a shade of red. “Im the reason why youre in this fucking house right now, im the reason why you have that fucking ring on your finger” you said, then put your fingers on your ring.

“Dont you fucking dare take off that 50,000 thousand ring y/n” “why shouldnt i?” “Because you love me dont you, darling?” that made you soften up a bit, taking your fingers off the ring as he smiled, telling you to come over. He sat you on his lap, taking the cigarette out of his jacket that youre wearing, grabbing the lighter from his pocket.

You put the cigarette in your mouth and he repeated the same action, lighting it for you. “I love you y/n”

“Mhm” you smiled, taking out the cigarette to press your lips on his and he rubbing your hips, the passion over the tension in the room. “Oh well i thought the movie was shit, i uh- couldnt help but think thats not how it ends” you teased with an old grandma accent and he laughed.

“Yeah i did to, how does man get with a prostitute and marry them” he teased back making you both laugh. “The movie felt so real, it reminded me of my friend miranda” you playfully said with a more younger high pitched voice.

And it went back and forth, laughs leaving both of your lips until he pushed the buttons “man she really was a thot” your eyebrows furrowed as he laughed to his self. “Man he really was desperate for a blow job” you said in your serious voice “man i wonder why he hooked up with such a thot”

“I didnt mean it like that-“ “fuck you” you got off his lap and walked back to the bathroom. “Here you go again y/n!” He shouted, and you turned back around.

“Your so fucking selfish” “we werent even talking about that-“ “no fuck you. All you do is say i-i-i” you yelled, words strong. He stood up agitated “you know what you wanna argue, lets argue”

“You gave up on me” “if i gave up on you why would i marry you” “our love was strong in the beginning and then you just-became you” you looked at him up and down.

“That was because i was in love with your body” he smiled “really? Why didnt you just leave me on the fucking street!” You yelled again, “because I thought you deserved better, maybe you should still be in that fucking old apartment with fucking big ass rats running through it, men twice your age fucking your loose ass whole”

“FUCK YOU” you shouted pointing at him “maybe i shouldve used that sloopy mouth of yours to stay on my dick so you could stay shutting up” “NO FUCK YOU THOMAS” and with that you walked away, into the room this time before tom followed behind you.

“Please leave me the fuck alone before i flip out on you, please just leave” “no”

“You know what. I feel like once you feel like you gave everything they wanted and more you expect them to stay with your sorry ass” “oh im not sorry. And thats not true” he shrugged, standing infront of the door as you sat on the bed. “Im so embarrassed to call you my husband” you shook your head.

“Why shouldnt i be embarrassed to call you my wife?” He shrugged again, leaning against the door looking at you. “If it werent for me you wouldn’t be as happy as you are now” “what makes you think im happy y/n! Im really not” “and you think i am?!” You looked up at him, getting up and walking to him but he continued to back up, until you both were in the open hallway with a table in the middle of it.

“I was never happy in the first place” you said, eyes starting to tear up. “Dont give me fucking alligators-“ “do you know how embarrassing it is for someone to tell you to get your own fucking ride home because you wanna fuck someone else?” You asked, your voice changed as you wiped under your eye, smuding the makeup.

“I had to ask Harrison to give me a ride home. I was scared tom” you sighed, shoulders becoming slump. “What if i ran into somebody i fucked? And they forced me to have sex with them again or else theyd report me to the police?” You asked, breaking down and falling to the floor while tom watched, guilt and shame all ocer his face as he leaned against the table.

“I watched you with my two own eyes make out with someone then the next day you asked me to ride you. But you wanna slut shame me for being broke and needing to survive, that broke me so much. And i did it” you choked “i gave consent everytime, brusied my knees from getting on them for you. Just to make you happy. I let you get full of yourself and now its all about you” you whispered and he came down to you, holding you and pressing kisses on your hair while you broke down more, hiding away from him. “You let me stay out there on Christmas day” a frown met on his lips, thinking back on the day and how you were probably reallty cold, he knew you couldnt stand it.

“And i gave consent to getting married to you, your such a hoe” he couldnt help but chuckle “no seriously your a hoe to feeds for attention” you made eye contact with him, and then you both broke into laughs, sniffels leaving your lips causally but easily ignored knowing you feel slightly better.

And with that you both beard his phone ding, well multiple dings. You told him to answer it, check it. And it was a review, he stood up and helped you up, walking to the livingroom before going over to grab the glasses and remy, pouring it in both cups you both took one.

“Alright, this is from whats her name....janice!” He said, sitting on the couch and you sat between his legs in the floor, sipping the drink. “Overall the movie was great. But there was a few things that werent right in my opinion-“

With that his eyebrows furrowed, you played with the carpet as you waited for him to continue, he leaned forward with his elbow on his knee using his thumb to scroll. “I couldnt understand why the character had all these strange things about her, why the sex scenes were that necessary”

“Ding ding ding”

“Shut up y/n you arent helping- i don’t understand how jhon and candy got along and became freinds if they continue to have intercourse. What the fuck are you talking about? Bla bla bla” he muttered, skimming through it “how candy and ron got along? Shouldnt they be together of they clicked so well?”

A small laugh left your lips “me and Harrison? That wouldnt be so bad”

“How in the world did they get married? Honestly the whole relationship is toxic, but i see it as they were to late to give it up, they were already in a too tight knot. Thats not true we are madly in love with each other” he jerked his head at the phone.

“Ms janice does have a point” you cleared your throat a bit. “Y/n please. Ms janice has no fucking idea what shes talking about jhon and candy are in love with each other and they have problems sometimes....well most but oh well its not to late either one of them couldve got up and go”

“Not if one loved more then the other and it was to late to go, janice is right tom” you crossed your arms.

“Do you wanna-“ “no tom i dont. Just speaking my opinion, coming from a woman your being pretty harsh about it” “well it wasnt really about candy-“

“That doesnt make any sense, shes the main fucking character” you looked at him. “It was more on how jhon viewd candy” “then why was candy always in camera”

“Because...” he shrugged. “Your so dumb” you got up and sat far away from him on the couch, he eyed you in confusion “isnt that fucking movie based off of my life. Like im some type of experiment and you solved made something out of it” you dozed off, swirling the remy in your glass. “Im not feeding into this” he ignored you, until you got up and barked at him, which he looked at you as if you were crazy before doing it back “fucking prick!” You stomped off out of the livingroom and went outside.

“Fuckin-“ he couldnt come up with anything before he let out something random “fuckin mood swinger-“ you finally took the time to take off your makeup and dress, muttering words about him “thats why he stinks, smellin like a gorrila- asshole- man whore” you took a bath too, you didnt feel your best at the moment.

Tom on the other hand just took off his shoes and aggressively stomped on the pillows, throwing a tantrum and jumping on the couch and punching air, kicking it until he accidentally fell.

By time you were dont he thought about it “harsh?” He questioned and walked into the room, finding you reading a book on the bed with the night light on and a cigarette in your mouth.

“Y/n?” “Yes thomas?” You looked up at him “harsh?” He asked and you tilted your head at him “i wasnt being harsh about it” “mhm” you shut your book and set it on te night stand, he undressed until he was in his underwear and climbed into bed with tou.

“How was i being harsh about it” you sighed and rested the cigarette in the ashtray, not putting it out just yet. “You arent really aware of others feelings tommy” you said simply. “What does that mean?” He asked, crossing his arms and sitting up next to you, both backs against the headboard and he looked at you.

“It meas i loved you more then you loved me” his eyebrows furrowed at the statement “that cant be true” “tom it is. You didnt say it but you did. You only wanted me for my body. My love and soul came later and i was to blind to notice. That was my bad”

“Loved?” He questioned. “I think i started to love you less and got on a even level with you, then we built together” you shrugged, crossed a leg over your other one and crossing your arms to. He let out a small laugh, “you know i never understood why jhon died in the end and why candy committed suicide” you said and his heart sunk a bit low.

He cleared his throat before saying something “i know you’re afraid of losing me, y/n. I never told you this but ive read your journal” he nodded his head and you bit your lip, knowing every single letter you wrote and how much it sucked thinking back about those days.

“I know how much you loved me but hated me. But something really grabbed my heart. ‘I want to keep tom, hes like my soulmate. My hearts gotton closer by every minute and moment ive been with him. Even though i feel like ive been burned by some of the things hes done, id forever love him. Losing him would be like losing me entirely’”

“I still don’t understand” you mutter, silently wondering how he knew word by word. “I took advantage of that. Because when i was done reading it i knew it was true, it is true. I couldnt feel it in my heart, thats why i picked you up and took care of you. I noticed you really care for me and ive done nothing but asked you to suck me off, i thought i was making both of us happy by giving you what you needed, or wanted. I became so happy when we got closer, you told me about your new apartment and i was so excited, but it wasn’t because of me entirely. I wanted you to myself. I needed you to myself and you needed it too. So if you lost me you would lose everything, give up on love.” Everything he said was true, it wasnt what you wanted to hear but he needed you to hear the truth.

“So candy gave up on it” he shrugged “she didnt try because there was no need to, she didn’t think anyone else would love her, ‘without tom i have no one else, i know ive done some un speakable thigns with him but i can tell by his eyes and heart that he wants something, he just wont tell me’” he smiled, quoting off of your journal again with a smile on his lips. “Thats why i try every time to keep this relationship strong, go to therapy with you, kiss you and tell you how beautiful you are everyday, cook you breakfast when i know your trying to do something new”

“So youre only doing this because you dont want me to kill myself?” “No y/n. I did it at first but then i opened my eyes and noticed how much i really fucking love you” he uncrossed his arms and reached for your hand. “And i know you love me too, on a even page” you both shared a crooked smile, using your free hand and grabbing the cigarette and putting it to your lips. The time currently 4:30 in the morning as he reached for the cig, your eyebrows furrowed as you let him take it. “Since when do you smoke?”

“Since i had too much of your bullshit” “shut up” you both laughed, slapping his chest as he handed it back, a small laugh leaving his lips. “Im sorry for giving you such a headache” he muttered and you ignored it, putting out the cigarette and turning off the night light, keeping your distance from him you got under the covers and shut your eyes, and he did the same, turning away from you so you are back to back.

A smell of bacon filled your nose when you woke up, a faint smile on your lips as you got up, walking to the kitchen and finding thomas cooking.

“Whats the special occasion?” “I know youre trying something new”

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utopianvoices · 5 years ago

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dating au | p.seonghwa

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how he acts around you

the “i’m rly smooth around you but dies when you’re not around” kind

the biggest flirt

will throw you pick up lines for every. single. situation

you trip over something?

“woah watch out... we don’t want you falling for anything else but me.”

you’re sharpening your pencil?

“life without you is like that pencil... pointless.”

basically anything you do, he’s got a pick up line for that

he does it so excessively that instead of showing you signs that he likes you, you just start to think that he does that with everyone else

and that you are no special

reader you aren’t the brightest crayon

the members definitely know what’s up tho

will threaten it out of him

“we’ll thrash the whole dorm if you don’t speak up right now.”

“the dorm already looks thrashed you’re not making a difference.”

but this isn’t about sassy seonghwa

this is about his crush on you

whenever you’re around, you’ll realise that they tease seonghwa and you every time he says something cheesy to you

you weren’t very good at reading people but you knew when someone was uncomfortable

no you don’t

and seonghwa looked uncomfortable when the members were teasing the both of you

but that’s just because he was scared you’d find out

so you took the liberty to clear the air

“guys stop that. seonghwa and i don’t like each other in that way.”

well ouch....... you just broke this big baby’s heart

how he confesses

after you broke his heart

he’ll be convinced that you had no feelings for him

and will stop with all the cheesy pick up lines

the whole atmosphere shifts 180 between the both of you

it gets really awkward when you both are in the same room that the members have literally gotten up and left because they couldn’t stand it

at first you thought that it was because he was stressed about something

but when it didn’t stop and just grew more and more awkward, you’d confront him about it

asking him if you did anything wrong for him to act so weird around you

and he spills the beans

literally

he was holding a can of beans to prepare for dinner and dropped the whole can when you asked him that question

rip beans

he just stares at the spilled beans and lets out a sigh, contemplating if he should tell you why he was acting so weird around you

you take a step closer to him, giving him the push he needed to say it

“i actually really like you. and after you said you didn’t have feelings for me i just thought that i should keep my distance.”

let’s just pause right there

and rewind a little bit

he likes you? and your dumbass thought you were helping him by pretending you didn’t have feelings for him so that it wouldn’t get weird

so you tell him just that

“i-i like you too. i just thought the boys teasing us together was making you uncomfortable so i told them that to shut them up.”

he immediately whips his head up and you can see the smile slowly spreading on his face

it’s the cutest you’ve ever seen him tbh

probably just beams at you until someone shouts at him to clean up the beans because it was going to attract roaches and they didn’t want mingi to start screaming

first date

most probably a fancy dinner

at a fancy ass restaurant

my boy here is a whole ass gentleman

with top class manners

holds the door open for you when you enter the restaurant, pulls out your chair for you, helps you with your napkin

just marry him

during dinner you’ll have such a great time together, talking about the posh people around you

at one point, you let out a loud laugh because of something seonghwa said, attracting rich glares from all the high-class snobs there, causing the both of you to laugh harder

after dinner, the both of you leave the restaurant and go to a nearby local shop for dessert, because he had just emptied his wallet for that meal and wasn’t going to spend another $10 on a tiny lava cake that wouldn’t be enough for even one of you

you both get ice cream and sit out in the open, carefree laughs filling the air as you exchange jokes and stories

once you’re done, he walks you home, shrugging the jacket off his shoulder to wrap it around you because it would be a sin to leave out that classic first date move

walks you all the way to the door and just stands outside with you, none of you wanting to leave each other

which leads me to my next long-awaited point

first kiss

definitely planned it

he even made a small chart of the whole date while he was still back in the dorm

so there you were, standing in front of him looking cute af, waiting for him to say something

and he does

“can i kiss you?”

will not do it if you’re not ready for it

but who wouldn’t be ready

so you shyly take a step forward, indicating your positive reply, and he takes it as his cue to do what he’s been wanting to do the whole night

wraps his arms around you and slowly leans in, giving you the softest and sweetest kiss ever

your hands softly grip the front of his shirt as one of his hands moves up to cup your cheeks, his touch as light as a feather

when you part, the first thing that comes out of his mouth is “wow”, causing you to giggle shyly

and boy oh boy did his heart do a thousand flips at that sound

gives you a small kiss on your forehead before sending you in, not leaving until he’s sure you’re safe inside

it was one of the best days he’s had and 10/10 would do it again

first fight

this was the most difficult to write

because fights can happen anytime and anywhere because of anything

but one of the first few fights you’d have is probably because of seonghwa’s tidiness

you would have had a terrible day, and all you wanted to do was go home and sleep

but that wasn’t really possible because of seonghwa’s nagging, telling you to clean the place or do the dishes or wtv you were supposed to do

on normal days you’d just whine and get up and do it

but that day wasn’t a normal day

so you snapped, and it wasn’t pretty

you probably end up saying something hurtful

and he’d definitely be shocked at first, not expecting you to snap

slowly, as he goes over your words, the hurt seeps in and he leaves the room without arguing back because he knows it’s only going to make things worse

you definitely regret what you said right after you say it, but you give yourself some time to collect yourself before you head out of the bedroom to find your boyfriend

you find him sitting on the sofa, staring blankly at the tv

and oh boy do you feel guilty

scared that you’d be overriding his space, you sit down a safe distance away from him, fumbling with your fingers as you think of what to say

finally you just decide to keep it simple and tell him what went wrong and why you were being so mean

all while reinstating the fact that none of it was his fault and that you were to blame completely

maybe you shed a few tears while talking

seeing this, he just sighs and pulls you towards him, wrapping his arms around you while whispering a soft “it’s okay baby”

and maybe you cried more hearing that

because your man had a heart made of gold

you’d probably have to do the chores for the rest of the week as punishment though

favourite things to do together

he’d love love LOVE to build figurines with you

his gundam figurines

to him, it’s the perfect way to bond

his favourite is the petty arguments you both have over which way is the correct way to assemble it

when there’s a whole instruction sheet lying right next to y’all screaming “read me crackheads”

but where’s the fun in following instructions

he’d probably give in to your way, just watching as you happily try to assemble the figurine, frowning once you realise the you were in the wrong the whole time and that seonghwa was right

you’d never admit it though

“actually maybe we should just do it your way, since i’m feeling a bit generous today.”

plays along with you and you both finally finish assembling it

what takes usually an hour, takes at least three hours when it’s you both assembling it together

because y’all are always distracted

petty arguments over who’s right

and many many many stolen kisses

general affection

wouldn’t usually initiate cuddles but will never reject them

if u wanna cuddle then he was gonna cuddle the fuk out of you

you’d come back and just fall on him if he was laying on the sofa

or if he was in the kitchen, you’d just walk over and slump against his back, wrapping your arms around his waist

if you were already lying down, his arms will be around you, while your head rested on his chest, the both of you talking about your respective days

if you were to back hug him, he’d turn around in your arms and give you a soft forehead kiss that usually says “i’m busy right now but i’ll cuddle you later”

is honestly more of a kisser than hugger

keeps pda to a minimum—nothing more than a hand on your waist in public or in front of the members

but in private, damn

doesn’t know the meaning of the words ‘personal’ and ‘space’

will randomly kiss you

you could be walking past him and he’ll just pull you in and give you a quick kiss and pretend like nothing happened

i feel like he’ll be a very passionate kisser

other than pecks, when he’s really kissing you, definitely puts in as much emotion as he can

ᶜᵃⁿ ᵇᵉ ʳᵒᵘᵍʰ ᵗʰᵒᵘᵍʰ

definitely the type to combat jealousy by making out

talking about jealousy

gets jealous very easily

not that he doesn’t trust you, but he just doesn’t like the idea of others thinking of you in ways that only he should be thinking

other than the members, any other guy you talk to gets the stank face from him

unless they’ve earned a pass, which is pretty rare

but if he still ends up being jealous, you better prepare yourself to be attacked with kisses when you’re home

ᵐᶦᵍʰᵗ ˡᵉᵃᵈ ᵗᵒ ˢᵒᵐᵉᵗʰᶦⁿᵍ ᵐᵒʳᵉ ʷᵉ'ˡˡ ⁿᵉᵛᵉʳ ᵏⁿᵒʷ

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at-the-exd-of-everythixg · 4 years ago

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✩ ][Abby and Morde][

@blind-mutant

Disagreements:

Who is more likely to raise their voice?

Morde is.

Who threatens to leave but never actually does?

Abby. He didn't leave at the beginning so I can't imagine he'd leave now.

Who actually keeps their word and leaves?

Morde. But only for the night where he dream walks.

Who trashes the house?

Neither of them do. They both prize their home.

Do either of them get physical?

Not at first but if Morde feels like Abby is too close? He will panic and flail.

How often do they argue/disagree?

Semi often but it gets less serious as time goes on.

Who is the first to apologise?

Abby because he's a sweet talker.

Sex:

Who is on top?

Abby is, in both terms.

Who is on the bottom?

Morde is, once again, in both terms.

Who has the strangest desires?

Probably Abby as a demon of many kink trades.

Any kinks?

I'm not too sure what Abby's kinks are but Morde is definitely into primal play, some masochistic stuff and overall heavy bdsm. Possibly some Master/Daddy stuff but never Sir,,,and monster/ABO stuff.

Who’s dominant in bed?

Abby is and the only time Morde fucks him is when he wants a soft moment.

Is head ever in the equation?

Yeah, Morde is rather nervous about giving and receiving but he wants it.

If so, who is better at performing it?

Definitely Abby as he has more experience and Morde is....daunted at the idea of taking oral on Abby's bedazzled dick.

Ever had sex in public?

Absolutely. Sneaky demon and omega level telepath??? Literally they could fuck openly in a bathroom and be good.

Who moans the most?

Morde does.

Who leaves the most marks?

Abby does.

Who screams the loudest?

Abby always makes sure that Morde does.

Who is the more experienced of the two?

Abby is. He's Mordecai's beautiful Thot.

Do they ‘fuck’ or ‘make love’?

Lots of fucking but sometimes Abby gets a lovemaking in and oh boy it erases Morde.

Rough or soft?

Rough most of the time but soft has the same reaction on Morde,,,or Abby if the redhead turns it around.

How long do they usually last?

Morde equally lasts around 4-5 minutes and I imagine Abby has some sort of demon stamina.

Is protection used?

I don't think Abby needs it since what he is?

Does it ever get boring?

As if it could!

Where is the strangest place they’d have sex?

Probably in a changing room? There's a thrill of trying to keep quiet.

Family:

Do your muses plan on having children/or have children?

No.

If so, how many children do your muses want/have?

Just one and Morde absolutely takes the kid like it's a stray dog and that's how Abby comes home to seeing Morde with a small child and "Th-this is Blaise."

Who is the favorite parent?

Morde is as he let's Blaise do anything they want really.

Who is the authoritative parent?

Surprisingly Abby and that's somehow even funnier than sex demon becomes doting boyfriend.

Who is more likely to allow the children to have a day off school?

Both of them absolutely and tbh I don't think Blaise goes to school.

Who lets the children indulge in sweets and junk food when the other isn’t around?

Abby absolutely sneaky lil possum man.

Who turns up to extra curricular activities to support their children?

Morde! He knows how much Blaise must care about projects so he's always there for them!

Who goes to parent teacher interviews?

Abby does because he deals with them better.

Who changes the diapers?

Abby goes from lust demon to Stank Man.

Who gets up in the middle of the night to feed the baby?

Morde does since he's awake all the time.

Who spends the most time with the children?

Morde does since he doesn't leave for work.

Who packs their lunch boxes?

Abby will!

Who gives their children ‘the talk’

Abby because Morde gives the most awful sex talk ever...and wasnt given one.

Who cleans up after the kids?

Morde will.

Who worries the most?

They both do but about a different thing. They take turns being the helicopter!

Who are the children more likely to learn their first swear word from?

Morde when he trips or ruins a sculpture and goes "FUCK."

Affection:

Who likes to cuddle?

Abby does. He's a beast.

Who is the little spoon?

Abby surprisingly because Morde likes wrapping around him.

Who gets naughty in the most inappropriate of places?

At first Abby but?? Morde soon knows how to work his own magic.

Who struggles to keep their hands to themself?

Abby because he can one resist when a beautiful redhead now goes around naked near him?

How long can they cuddle until one becomes uncomfortable?

Morde. He's squirmy.

Who gives the most kisses?

Abby does and Morde ACTS like he's grumpy but Abby can see the blush across your neck and ears baby.

What is their favourite non-sexual activity?

Sculpting! And petting some of the stray dogs that wander into the barn!

Where is their favourite place to cuddle?

On the grass and under the sun, where it's easy to relax and nap.

Who is more likely to playfully grope the other?

Abby >:(

How often do they get time to themselves?

Very often since Morde only visits his other halves every other week.

#ask #blind-mutant #headcanon #lemon #dusk filled head (mordecai)

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notaparty-trick · 4 years ago

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Writer’s Tag Game

@theoceanismystinkwell MATE I’M SORRY it will not register your actual url for some reason?? but anyway you tagged me, thank you my man, my dude, my g my tink stank :)

author name: notapartytrick on ao3!

fandoms you write for: I’m,,, lowkey embarrassed to say that I’ve literally only written for Marvel. Does ITSV count as another fandom?? I like spiderman okay

where you post: just on the archive. I’m basic babeyyy

most popular one shot: One of my oldest works, Not Alone Anymore. Read it if you dare!!!

most popular multi chapter: Doom And Gloom. That work got 23 thousand hits and I still can’t believe it

favorite story you wrote: I’m probably biased because I’m pretty fresh off writing it, but The Room Where It Happens is my baby and I’m immensely proud of it!! Approach with caution - it’s very dark - but I’ve gotten the most profound comments in the world from it, people who want to see it as a novel, people who cried all the way through, people connecting to the journey of recovery... crazy. Awesome.

story you were nervous to post: Also The Room Where It Happens! I took a step back from it after writing the first two chapters and had a long think about whether I wanted to release such dark content to the public. Before I post any work, I like to have a good reason why I want people to see it, and I had to knew that readers would come out of the harrowing content having learnt and felt stuff that would ultimately allow them to grow. I was encouraged by a host of friends who believed in the message of hope that the story illustrates, and I’m very glad I did so!

how do you choose your titles: Oh boi. This varies wildly. My very first title - Avengers: Road Trip - was a parody of the format of Marvel movie titles. Sometimes the title of a fic will be the first concrete idea that comes into my head as I’m planning and will shape the narrative, as in TGA, not GTA, kid. Sometimes I’ll use generic-ish catchy phrases or sayings that concern the events of the fic, as in Lean On Me. I also like to use poetry or song lyrics: Nothing Left to Lose is taken from a line in Zombieland (I know, Zombieland, but it’s a really profound quote and also relevant to irondad: “ Take away a man's son, you've truly given him nothing left to lose.”) Dust And Blood is a phrase from a line in Infinity War (”Thanos will have nothing but dust and blood”) ; When the shadows fade from my eyes is from a piece of poetry that,,, idk where it’s from oops; and You Ain’t Living Until You’re Loving is from a Diana Ross song of the same name that is also a bop!!

how many of your stories are complete: *has no idea what I’m even writing right now, consults notes* soooo I have a crazy, whumpy post-far from home wip that I halted progress on a couple of months back because I wasn’t sure about the storyline and what purpose it would serve. Shout at me to finish it if you’re interested in that!! Uhhh oh! I never finished Season 2 of Don’t be like me, be like you because the reception and my motivation dwindled... I still feel kinda bad about that but I’m not planning on completing it. So... some of them are complete. And some aren’t. :)

in progress: An irondad AU of The Man In The Iron Mask that I’m collaborating on with @theoceanismystinkwell!! He has a life, unlike me, and therefore is busy so it’s slow progress, but we’ll get there with our Passion and my reams and reams of free time!!!

coming soon: lots and lots of spinoffs for The Room Where It Happens!! Very excited for those!

upcoming story you’re most excited to write: those spinoffs tbh. I think the first one will be a sweet oneshot that tracks Peter’s relationship with Kobol, his dog!!

do you accept prompts?: I suppose so? I’ve never been given any on Tumbr but I’d sure be up to some if you guys wanna see me write anything :)

top five favorite authors: nah don’t do that to me

tag six people: um,,, I don’t have enough Tumblr friends for that I’m a Tumblr babie

#fanfiction #challenge #writing #notaparty-trick #i one upped you kabel see me plugging literally every one of my works???

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camillemontespan · 5 years ago

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the boy who waited patiently [a lily fic] [final part: let’s talk about sex, baby]

Part Two if you want to catch up

Warnings: Talk about sex (obvious from the title tbh)

Thank you to everyone who read and liked this! Special thanks to @sirbeepsalot for making this edit which inspired me to write this short fic. This isn’t the last we’ll hear of Lily and Milo, I promise :)

@jovialyouthmusic @fromthedeskofpaisleybleakmore @moonlightgem7 @pug-bitch @burnsoslow @emceesynonymroll @ibldw-main @of-course-i-went-to-hartfeld @drakesensworld @pedudley @katedrakeohd @notoriouscs @gardeningourmet @rainbowsinthestorm @stopforamoment @emichelle @star-spangled-eyes

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Milo looked back at Lily's closed bedroom door helplessly before Drake beckoned him to follow him downstairs. Olivia came up the stairs to see what was going on with Lily. She nodded to Drake as she passed and mouthed, 'Good luck,' to Milo.

Drake and Milo walked in tense silence until they reached the living room where Leo and Maxwell were sat on the sofa with a bottle of whiskey and four glasses, anticipating that hard alcohol was needed for this situation.

Milo sat beside Leo and Maxwell on the sofa while Drake took his leather armchair. Leo poured the whiskey and handed Milo a glass. Milo took it gingerly. He didn't like whiskey but he didn't want to anger Drake further by declining.

'So..' Drake began. 'What happened exactly?'

Milo turned red and kept his eye fixed on his whiskey glass as he spoke. 'Lily was getting pressured by Harper to lose her virginity. Lily had had a few drinks and she wanted me to do it with her but I said no so she got angry and now she won't speak to me. I'm sorry Sir Walker.'

Leo took a deep gulp of whiskey, his eyes looking over the rim of the glass to gauge Drake's reaction. Drake's face was unreadable as he stared at Milo.

'Why did you say no?' he asked.

Milo's eyes widened. 'Um.. Well, I want Lily to decide for herself when she wants to do it. I want it to be special.'

Maxwell smiled softly at this.

Drake took a sip of whiskey. This was uncharted territory for him and the way he dealt with this was going to define who he was a parent from now on. He knew Lily's happiness depended on his reaction.

He leaned forward so he was inches away from Milo.

‘You’re a good kid,’ he told him. ‘You really are.’

Milo let out a breath, as did the others. Drake stared at them, his hands spread wide in surprise. ‘What? Did you think I was going to shout at you for being respectful of my girl?’

Leo chuckled. Milo turned red and a smile tugged on his mouth. ‘I did, sir,’ he said quietly. ‘Because I made her cry.’

‘She’s been drinking and she is an emotional person,’ Drake said. ‘She’s got my temper and her mom’s feelings, which is a lethal mix.’ He placed his hand on Milo’s shoulder. ‘She’ll forgive you. If anything, she’ll probably say sorry herself, she’s the one who went mad at you.’

Maxwell sighed. 'Mini Blossom is a feisty one.'

Milo laughed and sipped his whiskey. Drake saw him force it down. ‘Do you want a soft drink?’ he asked, an amused expression on his face.

Milo blushed. ‘Yes, please.’

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Lily’s face was planted in her pillow and her body was shaking uncontrollably as she cried. Camille sat on the bed and wrapped her arms around her daughter. ‘Baby? Baby, what happened?’

What she heard was muffled screaming.

Camille sighed. ‘Lily, if you want to talk to me, you need to sit up..’

Olivia was sat on Lily’s desk chair with a glass of red wine in her hand. ‘Lily, babe,’ she said bluntly, ‘sit up and tell us what happened. Breathe.’

Lily dragged herself up and sat against her pillow. Her eye makeup was streaked and her hair was mussed up. ‘Milo wouldn’t have sex with meeee....’ she wailed, hiccuping as she cried.

‘Well, he’s either gay or stupid,’ Olivia said, about to launch into a speech about how useless men were until she saw Camille giving her a look that could break glass.

‘Lily, have you had.. sex before?’ Camille asked delicately. This was fine. She was a cool mom. She was not internally panicking that her daughter had lost her V card in her ex boyfriend’s car. She was a cool mom. Be cool.

‘N-No!’ Lily cried, clutching her teddy bear. ‘But I really really want to! Harper’s done it and she said it was the best night of her life!’

Olivia and Camille exchanged knowing looks.

‘Camille, when you lost your virginity, was it the best night of your life?’ Olivia asked dryly, sipping her wine.

Camille’s eyebrows furrowed and she raised a finger to her mouth, pretending to think. ‘Hmm.. actually no. It was awful.’

Lily stared at Camille, her hysteria now gone, replaced by complete revulsion. ‘Mom.. I really don’t want to know about your sex life.’

‘How was it awful, Camille?’ Olivia asked, her voice like a drone, ignoring Lily.

‘For one thing, it hurt,’ Camille said, matter of factly, ‘it lasted two minutes and it was incredibly awkward.’

‘Who did you lose it to?’ Olivia asked.

‘My first boyfriend, James.’

‘Was he a babe?’

Camille laughed. ‘Oh my god, yeah! He’s a lawyer now.’

‘Well, you’re a Duchess so I think you’ve won!’ Olivia joked, drinking more wine. Lily looked less disgusted now and more.. just curious. She pulled her duvet up to her chest and snuggled in, listening to her mother and aunt.

‘How did you lose it?’ Camille asked.

Olivia let out a cackle. ‘I lost it in the stable to the stable boy, Logan.’

‘WHAT?!’ Camille and Lily both shrieked.

Olivia rolled her eyes. ‘Please. It was so shit.’

‘In a stable!’ Camille cried. ‘How did that happen?’

‘I had really liked him,’ Olivia told them, lowering her voice. ‘Oh my God, I dreamt about him all the time. He was really tall and broad, he had this hulking body, right? He was only seventeen but he had grown into his body quickly. Anyway, we sneaked a bottle of whiskey one night and we ended up doing it in the hay.’

‘How was that shit?’ Lily suddenly asked. ‘That sounds hot!’

‘Did you not hear me? In the hay!’ Olivia repeated. ‘It was so uncomfortable! It stank! Plus, Logan had no idea what he was doing! Then afterwards, he wanted to cuddle... sickening..’

Camille sniggered. ‘Of course he did.’

Olivia settled her ice blue eyes on Lily seriously. ‘Basically, babe.. first times are rarely the best night of your life. I promise you.’

Lily bit her lip. ‘But Harper said-’

‘Harper is talking shit,’ Camille and Olivia both said at the same time.

Lily’s eyes widened as she looked from Camille to Olivia. ‘But-’

‘Shit!’ they repeated loudly.

‘Have we got more wine?’ Olivia asked flippantly. Camille nodded. ‘In the kitchen. Bring me one, will you?’

She spotted her daughter’s hopeful face. ��And a big pint of water for Lily.’

Lily pouted but smiled when Camille planted a big kiss on her forehead.

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Olivia strutted into the living room on her way to get wine. Leo gave her a wave and beckoned her over to kiss him. Drake and Milo were talking nicely, all awkwardness gone.

‘How’s Lily?’ Drake asked.

‘She’s calmed down,’ Olivia told him, noting the relief on Milo’s face. ‘We told her about our shit sex stories.’

‘Our sex isn’t shit!’ Leo protested, looking genuinely offended.

‘I meant our first times...’

‘Ahh.. well, my first time was epic!’ Leo said, grinning broadly.

‘Really?’ Milo asked, a worried expression knitting on his face.

‘Okay, maybe not epic..’ Leo corrected himself. ‘I was fifteen-’

‘Jesus, you were young!’ Drake interrupted.

Leo shrugged. ‘Yeah, I was. At the time, I thought it was epic because hey, vagina. But looking back.. now I think about it..’ his voice trailed off and he looked a little lost. ‘It was crap.’

Olivia sniggered and went to the kitchen to find wine. Milo was listening intently as Leo began to worry. ‘I was so bad.. I thought I could pull all the moves and stunts, you know?’

‘Um.. what?’ Drake asked.

Leo made an obscene gesture with his fingers. ‘You know, like a Mortal Kombat move: FINISH HER!’

Milo grimaced and Drake groaned, disgusted at Leo. Leo sighed and took a gulp of whiskey. ‘How’d you lose it, Maxwell?'

Maxwell blushed. 'To my first girlfriend, Felicity. We knew each other from our creative writing seminar at university. She was so pretty..'

He looked wistful now, looking off into the distance. He sniffled.

Drake frowned. 'Dude... Are you crying?'

Maxwell rubbed his eyes. 'It was just such a beautiful experience..'

Drake, Leo and Milo stared at him unsure of what to do. Congratulate him? Hug him? Leo decided to change the subject.

'What about you, Walker? How'd you lose it?'

Drake chuckled.

‘Honestly? In my bedroom in the palace.’

‘Who was the lucky lady?’ Leo asked, raising an eyebrow. His eye was glinting.

‘Remember when we had that Japanese diplomat and his daughter come visit?’

Leo’s eyes widened. ‘Oh my god, Itsumi?!’

‘Yeah, her! It was her.. how do you remember her name?’

‘She was good, wasn’t she?’ Leo replied, tossing back his whiskey. ‘So agile.’

Drake blinked. ‘Wait.. what?’

Leo’s body was shaking as he held in laughter. Drake let out a groan of despair. ‘You slept with her too?!’

Milo burst out laughing at this sudden turn of events.

‘Oh god..’ Drake muttered. ‘I’ve slept with someone who’s also slept with Leo Rhys.. I should get checked.’

‘We’re Eskimo Brothers!’ Leo hollered, raising his glass in the air. ‘Bring it in, bro!’

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Milo stayed the night in one of the guest bedrooms. Camille brought him one of Drake’s pyjamas which were a bit too big on him but hey, they did the job. ‘Bathroom’s down the hall,’ she whispered to him. ‘Sleep well.’

He couldn’t sleep. He hated arguing with Lily. He wasn’t used to couple fights yet, so anytime they did fall out, he worried that she was going to break up with him. He tossed and turned but sleep wouldn’t come to him, regardless of how comfy the bed was.

Sighing, he got up and padded downstairs to the kitchen for a glass of water. Rubbing his hand through his long hair, he filled a glass and took a deep gulp.

‘Hey.’

Milo jumped and turned quickly to see Lily standing at the kitchen door. She was wearing a blue and white checked cami vest and short set with fluffy pink slipper boots on her feet. Her face was clean of makeup and her hair was tied up into a messy bun. She looked like an angel.

‘Hey,’ he whispered, waving awkwardly. Why did I wave?

Lily smiled weakly and helped herself to a glass of water. She then jumped up onto the kitchen counter and looked at Milo steadily. On the counter, she was eye level with him. He loved her eyes.

‘I’m really sorry I got mad at you,’ she murmured, gently touching his knee with her fluffy slipper boot. ‘I was drunk and emotional.. It was Harper’s fault, not yours. She made me feel bad.’

Milo stepped forward and took her hands in his. ‘You shouldn’t. Besides, Harper hasn’t had sex, she’s talking-’

‘Talking shit, I know,’ Lily smiled.

‘So why listen to her?’ Milo asked. ‘You have sex when you want to. Do it on your own terms. Any guy who gets to do it with you will be goddamn lucky. But just make sure it’s what you want to do.’

Lily blushed and bit her lip. ‘I do. I want to. With you.’

Milo’s breath came out hitched. ‘You do? You weren’t saying that because you’d been drinking?’

Lily wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him softly. ‘I mean it,’ she said when she pulled away. ‘Even if it’s shit and awkward and embarrassing.. I want to do it with you. It’s an intimate thing, you know?'

Milo have her a warm smile and pulled her in for a hug. 'I know it won't be the best night of our lives,' Milo murmured in her ear, 'but we can still try to make it special. It's a big deal.'

Lily pulled away and raised an eyebrow. 'How special are we talking?'

He gently rubbed his thumb over her palm, a childhood habit he always did with her. 'I guess I've also been thinking about it but I didn't want to pressure you,' he admitted. 'I wanted you to decide on your own terms. Now you have. But since we're travelling around Europe, I wanted it to be a trip to remember. I mean we will obviously, it's Europe! But for other reasons too. Like us.'

Lily had a coy smile on her face now. 'What are you planning?'

Milo chuckled and his face blushed pink. 'I've booked us a hotel room in Paris. I've been saving up for a year and booked it for your birthday. So we get away from hostels for one night and just enjoy an amazing Paris hotel. I know you love Paris and I wanted it to be the best part.' His eyes widened in panic suddenly. 'I mean, I didn't book the room for sex reasons! I booked it because it has an amazing view of the Eiffel Tower and its got 24 hour room service which means you can have pancakes at any time of day and it has its own dressing room so you can have fun getting ready for dinner. Sex would be a bonus but no worries if you decide you don't want to because the room has a TV installed with Netflix- '

Lily placed her hand over his mouth to stop his blabbering. She giggled. 'That's really sweet, Milo. It sounds perfect.'

Milo smiled bashfully. 'I just want you to be happy. I want to make you happy.'

Lily grinned. 'You do make me happy. You’re my best friend. You’re my boyfriend.’

She gave a happy shrug.

‘You’re Milo.’

#trr fanfic #drake walker

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steve0discusses · 6 years ago

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Yugioh S2 Ep 46 Part 2: How is Bakura Still Alive???

Grab yourself some popcorn and a seasonal hot chocolate because it’s time for another Yugioh sesh. Although this is more just the final part of the last episode really. I honestly could have just slapped it on the last one but that first part got so long, especially after the rant over the cardlove sitch. And every time I was like “I have to edit down the cardlove sitch” the cardlove sitch only got longer. Now that I’m over that (or at least I think I’m over that) we can go back to normal length posts. Like I originally intended.

I keep saying this to myself because I honestly thought, when I started this thing, that each episode would be short but oh how I was wrong, especially when Ishizu starts talking.

But she’s done talking now, especially since Roland has decided to get on the PA and tell the entire blimp to go the hell to bed. And because everyone here is children, they actually do it. I assume Ishizu let a grown man tell her when lights out is because TBH I don’t think her lights have been on this entire time. She prefers darkness because, as she mentioned to us last episode, light is bad for you. Good life goals, Ishizu.

How lucky for both Tea and Serenity that any woman was in this tourney. Otherwise it’d be an awkward situation of four(five) boys bunking up with one twin mattress and two mini sofas. (PS even Seto gave himself a little twin mattress I just realized. This is the only hotel around where you can only get single beds. Kind of defeats the purpose of a hotel for many people but uhhhh I guess Seto really is 16 and this thought has not crossed his mind. I mean his biggest relationship really has been with a hallucination about a paper card.)

So it’s nice that, even in a coma, Mai is still chaperoning this very long teenage group date disaster. Good for her.

Where...is he going to wear it? He has two necklaces on. One is so chunky. Like how...how does?

(read more)

Serious talk, how do any of them know the right way to wear Ishizu’s necklace? Like it could go either way, right? How would ever know if they’re wearing it upside down? I hate those type of necklaces, they kinda give me fashion anxiety.

Oh and Ps...

...this happened at some point and I completely missed it.

I thought that Marik was inside of Marik! When did he pop over to Tea? Was that during the duel, is that how I missed it? I mean I scrub quite a bit whenever cards come out but I make sure to stop when they’re talking. Man. Is she really just exactly the same when she’s possessed by TWO ghosts than when she’s normal?

I mean I’m glad the writers finally figured out something to do for Tea but like...I was not expecting that she’d be the ghost uber.

Anyways, Marik decides to bounce over to Bakura who is just having one of the very worst days of his life. I say that, of course, knowing that every day for Bakura is probably exactly like this. This is the most unlucky kid alive. And this is compared to Marik, who was literally raised underground by a cult. Bakura--way worse. Marik seemed to at least want to go evil and gain freedom and all that. Ryou’s just trying really hard to not be weird, but the ghost keeps getting distracted and murdering the hell out of everyone he knows.

Meanwhile, in a pleasant room with one single fern, Yugi is sleeping on what looks like is an Extra Long mattress meant for Seto Kaiba’s legs.

Again, I just went long about how all the mattresses are way small, but when Yugi’s in this one, you’d think it was almost a Queen size. Apparently these mattresses are for no one. They have some weird old granny temperpedic adjustable headrest going on and no one in this entire blimp knows how to put it down. It looks like the most uncomfortable bed to sleep on. Your neck is at a 30 degree angle.

*there’s only one giant bottle of mystery purple product now*

Unfortunately, while we’ve seen Pharaoh in off-brand white bedroom socks before, he decided not to bother today. Just wasn’t cozy enough in this blimp for him.

After Yugi complains that he’s tired of everyone dying all the time, he cries himself to bed while on the other side of the blimp Marik is super going to murder Odion and Pharaoh is doing absolutely nothing about it.

Like they all know Marik is pissed at Odion and Pharaoh can proooobably stay awake long enough to put some sort of shadow curse on this door, right? Like we’ve seen him do some impressive mind-trick things, but, I guess...Yugi had to go to bed. So...as Bakura mentioned to us during that episode when he got punched out by a God dragon, yes the Shadow Magic stuff is important, but Babysitting always comes first.

And, speaking of Bakura...

SO...

My apologies. I thought this guy was dead.

I really thought the ghost in Bakura was super dead from the dragon back in the day.

Unless this is the part of him that was hanging out with Tea? Maybe? I don’t know. I don’t know enough to say how he’s all better but...

Bakura’s back in town, and he’s...un-phased by being completely shot to hell and back by a large dragon God thing.

Killing this guy was the only saving grace of the God Cards so far and they even botched that.

Guys I was SO ready for stank lines fight. But unfortunately, they tossed each other twice and were like “can we just...cards?” which...kind of a let down. This guy shot lasers at Pegasus until he could rip his eye out like...now he has both the eye and the ring and he can’t handle the rod?

OK.

...ok...

...........I guess they can play cards if they want to..............

Anyways, three super terrible and very awful dark wizard ghosts will fight with shadow magic, while the protagonists just try to...fall asleep. It’s nice they all felt like doing Yugi’s job for him. Honestly, by the time this blimp wakes up that’s one less actual murderer they have to arrest. Best of all worlds no matter how this turns out.

Unless of course they crash the blimp which would be the biggest tragedy of all omg I will miss blimp.

#Yugioh #yugioh recap #photo recap #s2 ep 46 #bakura #marik ishtar #yugi muto #tea gardner #ishizu ishtar #joey wheeler #They had to fit in one more duel in there I guess

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howlingbarnes · 8 years ago

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Amoré - Part Six

Characters - Peter x Reader, OFC (Kait, @bionic-buckyb)

Word Count - 1666

Warnings - ANGST, Language, PAIN

A/N - I'm actually super incredibly sorry about me. This part starts slow but gets pretty intense, at least it felt like it when I wrote it. Please talk to me and let me know what you think, I would appreciate if it's not just to tell at me but I wouldn't blame you tbh.

Amoré Masterlist

“I don’t know what to say,” Kait ran her fingers through her long hair before shoving her face into her hands, “I’m so sorry, Y/N. I’m glad that Spiderman was able to save you, but that doesn’t change the fact that what you went through was horrible.

“I’m - I’m not finished,” you nearly whispered, not wanting to continue but again not wanting to keep the rest inside. You needed to verbalize what happened, you needed to make it real so that you could work through the emotions that were tearing you pieces from the inside, out.

“What do you mean?” She peeked at you through her lashes, sitting up when she noticed your eyes starting to flood with tears.

“It’s about him,” you barely managed to choke out.

“About who?” You had her complete, undivided attention, “Spiderman?”

You nodded weakly, your lip quivering as you started to speak once again.

You weren’t out for more than a few minutes. However, it was long enough for your attacker to be knocked out and properly pinned to the brick wall of the alley in a tangle of webs.

A hand pressed to your cheek as your eyes fluttered open. Though he was wearing a mask, you could feel Spiderman’s breath fanning across your face. His touch was firm, yet there was a slight tremble coursing through his muscles. Taking your hand, he helped you to your feet. You were wobbly, still a bit dizzy and shock had stolen your voice, leaving it low and raspy.

“Thank you,” you forced out the word as much as you could.

“I’ll always protect you, Y/N,” he answered, “you don’t have to thank me for that. I just wish I got here sooner.”

Of all the crimes taking place in New York, Spiderman himself happened to save you. He sounded so disappointed that it left you confused, almost as confused as - “how do you know my name?” Of all the things you could’ve said, that’s what found its way out your mouth.

“I promise I’ll explain later,” he replied, taking your hand in his, “let me get you home first.”

The interaction was so odd that, if he hadn’t just saved your ass you’d be wondering if you could actually trust him. Too tired to argue, you climbed onto his back, piggyback style, and tried your hardest not to freak out when he started climbing up the wall.

Of course, you knew of Spiderman, everyone did. He was the good guy; fighting crimes, keeping the city safe. One thing you knew for sure though was that you had never crossed paths with him before so the fact that he uttered your name without a second thought was still picking at your brain.

Being taken home by the famous web-slinger was anything but glamorous or exciting. He jumped from building to building, swinging from the webs that you had always been convinced weren’t that strong until they were holding your body weight and his combined. You were so high up that you could feel your heart in your throat, you felt exposed and overall, terrified. The fear running through your veins made you tighten your arms and legs around his body. He was all hard lines and muscle, and if you hadn’t been so worried about the possibility of dying, you’d be a blushing mess.

“It’s this one right?” He asked over his shoulder, bringing his masked face just inches from yours.

“Yeah,” you nodded, pulling your keys from your pocket as you lead him through the stairwell to your door.

What were you doing? You’d barely known him for more than twenty minutes, yet you were inviting him into your home.

You silently thanked your mom for picking up another shift at work, knowing that she wouldn’t be home when you opened the door. As much as she loved Spiderman and thought that he was an outstanding young man, you knew she’d flip out seeing him bring you home in the state that you were in.

Tearing off your blood-stained gloves, you brought your key to the lock. You couldn’t steady your hands though, missing the lock every time you tried.

“Here, let me,” you closed your eyes and let out a huff of air as his fingers wrapped around yours, coaxing the keys from your hand.

A dark apartment greeted you and on a normal day, it made you feel lonely and a bit depressed. This time though, you couldn’t have been happier to see the small space, free of anyone else. You flickered on a few lights as you pulled off your jacket and hat, both now caked in your blood. You made a beeline for the bathroom to wash your face and at least try to look like yourself, even if this version had a huge bruise taking over her nose.

“You have five minutes to explain how you know my name before I kick you out,” you called out as you stepped back into the living room, making him jump in his suit. Tearing his eyes from the pictures of you and your mom that were hung proudly on the wall.

“Okay, okay. Don’t freak out.”

“Telling someone not to freak out makes them freak out,” you squinted suspiciously at him, knowing that it was making him uncomfortable.

Your mood shifted, breath catching in the back of your throat as he raised his hands to his mask. You watched with a pounding heart as he started to pull it off painfully slow. Many thoughts clouded your mind. Spiderman was about to reveal his identity specifically to you, but why?

A messy nest of brown hair poked out first, followed by a face you’d grow to know all too well. You couldn’t stop the gasp that racked through your chest as you stared into his chocolate brown eyes.

“Peter?” The palms of your hands shot to your temples and you instantly felt your legs carry you back and forth as you paced in front of him, “why didn’t you tell me?!” You didn’t mean to scream so loudly but there was a fire burning through your bones.

“What did you want me to say?” Peter answered in a tone that you’d never heard come from him before, “Huh? Did you want me to just walk up to you and say “Hi, I’m Peter but everyone calls me Spiderman. Being with me can put you in direct danger, wanna date?” Come on, Y/N, please try to understand that I didn’t want to keep this from you.”

“So you were just going to leave me in the dark forever?” You felt venom on your tongue as you spat out the words. Your face was as red as the blood on your jacket, a sour mixture of hurt and betrayal coursing through your body with each beat of your heart, “Don’t you think I deserved to know? Especially with my life on the line. Especially wh-when I was falling in love with you.”

Peter’s gazed softened. The hurt expression on his face made a stab of guilt pierce through your gut. “What do you mean was?”

You couldn’t answer him, You both were already hurting, you knew that if you opened your mouth one more time it would just make everything worse. So, you did the only thing you could do; you walked away. Tears blurred your vision as Peter followed behind you with your name falling from his lips like a curse. Picking up your pace, you’d made it to your room just in time to slam the door in his face.

“Y/N, please,” his voice was tight and shaky It sounded so close and a gentle thump against the door told you that he had his forehead pressed to the wooden slab separating you, “I’m sorry, Y/N. Please don’t do this.”

Your hand involuntarily clapped over your mouth, silent sobs making your legs go weak as you listened to Peter beg and cry. These were sounds you never wanted to hear and pains you never wanted to feel. You slid down to the floor, struggling to catch your breath, almost hearing your heart shattering in your chest.

If Peter said your name one more time, you knew that you were going to open the door. As much as you didn’t want to put him through this, you had to stand your ground. He kept something serious from you, you couldn’t just let him right back in.

“Just go,” you yelled through the door, a false anger in your tone as you cut off Peter’s pleas.

“Wh-what?” He sounded astonished, you could almost see the color drain from his beautiful face, “can you just listen to m-"

“Get out of my house, Peter!”

Nothing came after that. Silence buzzed in your ears until the sound of the front door closing made you release the breath you hadn’t noticed you were holding. Not being able to bring yourself to stand, you crawled over to your bed and climbed in, not caring about how dirty your clothes were. You didn’t move from that spot for the rest of the night, not when your pillow was nearly soaked through with salty tears, not when the pressure of your blocked sinuses and the pain from your bruised nose made it nearly impossible to bear. You stayed right there until your energy was completely exerted and sleep finally took you, not knowing that Peter spent the entire night on your fire escape.

“You need to talk to him,” Kait shook her head, already making it clear that she wasn’t going to take no for answer, “I will literally drag you to Queens myself.”

“I need to go home,” you stood and started making an excuse, one that was quickly shut down.

“We’ll stop there first,” Kait answered nonchalantly, dropping a few bills on the table before linking her arm in yours, “you’re not leaving my side until you see him again.”

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