#AND SHE FUCKIN DID IT AND IM BROKEN OVER IT

[jeongin-lvr]

OK ok, but yk that fic about jeongin and beomgyu? Now, imagine jeongin pulls the “I’m going on tour” card and your bestie beomgyu pulls up and reader can’t HELP but want some of that d and lil beomgyu gets revenge on jeongin girlfriendddddddd?

I love your brain mwah… for those interested this is the original ask :p

Jeongin didn’t like it but it had to be done; he had to leave for tour. It was only a few short months but to him it felt like an eternity, and he was sure that he’d die in that little span of time. He’d told you with his whole heart that you’re his even when he’s away, whispering late at night the few days before he had to leave that, well, he loves you but also that you’re forbidden from doing anything without him. And by anything he means touching yourself, even if you’re desperate. And you could tell by the stern dimness of his eyes that he meant it. “Don’t even think about it, baby,” Jeongin demands and for a second you pout, wondering what you’ll do when times get needy for you. Jeongin was strict, very, very strict. Honestly it was a little cruel but he was set in his ways. And if he says no touching yourself, he really fucking means it.

The thing about Jeongin is that he knows you too well— he knows when you’re needy and he definitely knows when you’re aching for him. So he wasn’t worried about anything like that. He knew that you were very obedient (most of the time) and you always managed to do as you were told. However, he had the complete opposite feeling toward his supposed best friend. The same man who spent hours yearning for you; groaning into his hand as his fingers wrapped around himself, pretending it was you. Oh, Jeongin knew it all. Beomgyu was more than willing to pounce as soon as Jeongin was away. Jeongin found himself demanding another thing of you, “And while im away, love, don’t even think about talking to Beomgyu,” to you, that was simple. You never truly longed to converse with your boyfriend’s friends, but when Beomgyu received a text from the very same man, he was livid:

“Dont touch her,” Beomgyu read with a sneer on his face, grimacing as another text loaded, “Even when I’m away she’s still mine.” And Beomgyu suddenly had it set in his mind that he didn’t just want you anymore; he needed you. Not only that, he needed to prove that Jeongin didn’t have as much control over the two of you as he thought.

Quite frankly it was easy. You were dumb, he was conniving. So it didn’t take long before he’d weaseled his way into your life; meanwhile Jeongin sat in a hotel bed across the world, oblivious to how Beomgyu had you bent over the bed right now. Oblivious to the way Beomgyu’s name rolled off your tongue between indecent pants; hips rolling along with every little thrust forward he made into you, drool pooling on the side of your cheek and into the thin fabric of your bed sheets. It really didn’t take long; Beomgyu had you broken for him in a matter of days.

“You dumb fuckin’ girl, going stupid on my cock,” Beomgyu berated between breathless groans. He’d wanted this for so long; now there was no one in his way to stop him from finally having what he wants. He possessed his prize, he didn’t intend on letting this moment go to waste, “Doesn’t that feel nice? Better than your stupid boyfriend, yeah? He can’t make you feel this way— this good.” Beomgyu’s words did nothing but egg you on, cunt clenching around his length— it was so different from your boyfriends. Beomgyu was a little longer, curved different and the lewd stretch of his cock was dizzying. Your boyfriend would just about lose it right now if he saw this; you moaning another man’s name, taking another man’s cock. “Say something, baby, c’mon,” Beomgyu bent to your face, pressing his chest into your sweaty back, aching to hear your voice.

You nodded stupidly, jaw hanging open and eyes fluttering as his big hands came to grip yours; the touch was nothing like Jeongin’s either. Beomgyu’s fingers were colder, his palms bigger and the grip he had on you was harsh. You moaned into the mattress, too dumb to even think about regret. “It’s— fuck, mm, it’s so good! Gyu—“ Beomgyu always loved when you called him that, now he found another reason to love it. His hips smashed into yours quicker, not caring how overwhelming it all was for you. He needed to memorialize this moment forever; capture it not just for himself but for a particular someone who’s kept you away from him longer than needed. Beomgyu’s eyes drifted, falling to your phone that lay unattended a few spaces away from your head. Oh, it was sick, it was borderline evil. But Beomgyu grinned like a mastermind as he let go of your hand and reached for the phone. Your mind was too hazy to realize but he’d swiped left on the screen and opened the camera, giggling slightly as he pressed the red, enticing record button. You didn’t realize he was recording so you moaned his name, and you moaned desperately, wishing he’d moved his hips again with that same needy vigor he had before. Now he was simply rolling your hips against his, the phone stuck on where you sucked him in so good.

“That’s it, say my name,” Beomgyu grinned, moving the camera to sit on the pillow beside your head, getting the view of your fucked out face and his own evil grin. You saw yourself, dumb expression embarrassingly staring back at you, then you saw Beomgyu, wrapping his hands around your waist as he pulled out, leaving just the tip in, eyes falling to the camera again, “What, shy now? Baby, c’mon, don’t be scared…” Beomgyu slammed himself inside of you and this time, the embarrassment you felt melted away, your nails clawing at the sheets. Beomgyu had no shame in this; if anything he felt glee. Pure pride that he’d finally gotten you.

When he saw that video Jeongin sent him a few weeks prior he swore he’d never felt a rage like that; this was just revenge, and it was better than heaven. He hoped that Jeongin would receive this at the worst time; he hoped that he’d feel even a fraction of what Beomgyu had felt just a few weeks ago. Jealous didn’t even begin to describe it.

#txt smut #txt x reader #beomgyu smut #choi beomgyu #beomgyu hard thoughts #beomgyu x reader #jeongin smut #i.n smut #skz smut #skz hard thoughts

[maskyartist]

"hey Masky how do you feel about the v9 finale?" well-

GOIN ABOUT AS WELL AS IT CAN

#masky says #rwby v9 #rwby v9 spoilers #I AM FUCKED UP TODAY GODDAMN #wife n i are finally gonna binge the whole season this sunday #BUT WOWIE AM I BROKEN :D #I GOT MY CRUMBS BUT AT WHAT FUCKIN COST.... #his quiet 'i know. im not real.' #the way its both Neo finally getting her closure for the death of the one person who loved her as her- #-and her getting to finally let go and learn how to be on her own #im honestly really glad Neo's story ended this way??? cause it DOES leave room for her to actually come back #but she doesnt HAVE to #she can choose now. and if she chooses to join Roman then its her own choice #i was so happy we got Roman's appearance but im realizing the reason i wanted it so bad- #-was because it gives Neo the final chance to both say goodbye AND move on #AND SHE FUCKIN DID IT AND IM BROKEN OVER IT #MY GOD HE IS SO SOFT WITH HER #I DONT CARE IF THATS JUST AN ILLUSION ITS STILL HER ROMAN GODDAMN IT

[vcrnons]

man. why was yuta in my dream again

#shut up j #this time he was a cool older guy whose car had broken down and he asked me if I could drive him to work #so I pulled up at his place at 8am and there are like 30 people all dressed UP in these clubbing fits #meanwhile im in my fuckin JIMJAMS AND FUZZY SLIPPERS. #and one of his friends came to my car and was like heyyyy come inside he’s just getting dressed. And I was like :| look at the state of me #hair scraped back. hormonal acne all over the joint. it was BAD but for some reason I did go inside anyway #asked this girl how on earth she looked so good at 8am and she just laughed and shook her head saying I had nothing to worry about #LIKE MAAM I WASNT WORRIED UNTIL NOW WHAT DO YOU M E A N. anyway I get inside and yuta finally comes downstairs and is in a whole suit #pressed trousers white shirt tie jacket. a whole SUIT. and he’s like ‘oh did you bring the Jack Daniels’ and I was like bitch NO GET IN THE #CAR ALR YOURE GONNA BE LATE #also WHAT fuckin jack daniels. ITS 8AM WHY DO YOU NEED WHISKEY #never did find out but 🤷🏻‍♀️ anyway #so then I drove him to work and he was being a menace the whole time. just. making fun of my driving and saying the pyjamas were cute #and then he was like ‘can u pick me up at 5 too? and bring the JD with u. thanks’ kissed my cheek and skedaddled #I don’t know what triggered this I just know im gonna tear down a house over it. I hate him😭😭😭😭 #I DONT KNOW THIS MAN WELL ENOUGH FOR HIM TO BE UP IN MY DREAMS LIKE THIS😭 #can I pls have five minutes peace. good god

[fooltofancy]

i don't miss living near most of my family, tbh, but i DO miss terribly the recovered meth addict uncle.

#he and my aunt are the kindest just like #they have a house (my grandpa's old house) full of kids whose parents are in the system #they always have #my aunt has a cleaning business thay almost exclusively employs folk recovering from addiction or domestic violence or any number of other #things #for which montana just does not provide the resources to deal with #this woman has brittle bone disease and is never not broken in like four different places but you can NOT keep her stationary #she is doing things and she is doing them because she's too fucking full of love to stay still #my dad is also very full of compassion so like it does happen in that family but where for him religion has closed him off from the world #god just means love for my aunt and uncle. #unconditionally #i grew up in the church and ive NEVER seen christianity like that #like for the record i still think theyre wrong lmao and the system they work in is harmful #idk theyre the only people ive ever known who actually prioritize folks' needs over their salvation #and that's really important #it's real missing the members of my family ive more or less lost because i had to fuckin run from the rest of them hours #he's the first person i told abt the tattoo im gonna get for my grandma someday #i have almost no memories of her where she wasn't just wreathed in smoke #even when she said she stopped smoking she never did lmao she was just. an absolute chimney of a woman #anyway she collected v kitsch strawberry things so im gonna get a kinda kitschy botanical halfsleeve at some point thats just #strawberry plants woven through with stylized cigarette smoke #anyway i was like this is probably irreverent af and some family members will NOT like it and he like LAUGHED and grabbed my arm #just like losing his shit #NO YOU HAVE TO

[capfalcon]

listen to dermot kennedy music.....go slightly insane.....listen to dermot kennedy music.......

#HIS FUCKIN LYRICS???? HIS FUCKIN VOICE??? #'when she kissed me i felt a new freedom of something' #'i found a moment to be brave so i let her know. and she said how could i love you back #you who dropped your dreams in the gutter' #'in my winters shell be burning slow' #MAYBE IVE LOST COUNT OF THE ROOMS YOURE TALL IN. MAYBE IVE LOST COUNT OF THE NIGHTS IM ALL IN. #'but i still get to see your face right? and that's like nothing they can take right?' #'i remember when her heart broke over stubborn shit thats no way to be living kid the angel of death is ruthless' #'the scream tore sea and sky apart/ so you want fears? we've still got several' #'the hero did it for days where you dont know if the moon will even come and then it lays down #and im telling you man its sweet when it does' #so the hero did it for the summer....for the phrase please dont ever leave me #'you smiled and looked down when i told you it aint bad to be me' #'you call arrows to fall short. because the snow is at our feet.' #'but its alright because you cause laterns to light' #'take me back to places i feel loved in/maybe failing that take me to boston' #'i learned theres beauty i cant keep. so stunner dont ever move softly' #'wanna be king in your story. everything i hold dear resides in those eyes' #'when everything was broken the devil hit his second stride but you remember what i told you someday ill need your spine to hide behind' #'wasnt if love as soon as we knew each other properly?' #'now when im face to face with death ill grab him by the through and ask him how does it hurt' #AHHHSHSHSBSBSBSHHHHH #jordan rambles #dermot kennedy

[ellieslob]

★ streamer ellie!

ways to help palestine!!!

S★ she started with fornite and minecraft gameplays but went viral for playing girly video games and screaming with pure rage and desperation if she loses or if her chat tells her the outfit she made was ugly asf😭

S★ she deadass will say “u guys clearly don’t know about fashion like i do” n then pull outfits like this:

S★ she used to be so fucking afraid that her face reveal went like dream’s that she posponed that shit for like a year. when she finally did it she ended the stream, turned off her phone and went to bed covering her body completely, while sniffing and crying “my career is over ”

S★ after her face revealed her account went even more viral, people started to make thirst traps of her and edits, videos, even fanfics, she got a little more comfortable with showing her face. her favorite edits were to songs like ride, baby by me, hey daddy (daddy’s home) and a song in spanish called vaquero, they were just so funny to her😭

iloveellie: she’s daddying so hard‼️

ewisinthechat: aw you guys really see me as a father figure?😺🫶

brondon444: 😭

kvcjjsaj: 😭

loverboydsa: 😭😭😭

“hey why is everyone crying in the chat, is everyone okay?”

S★ she really loves the cat emojis, specially this one 😻

S★ out of all her platforms (aside from twitch) she uses twitter the most, she tweets without a second thought in that head, without filter, like zero hesitation and then apologizes if she said something way too controversial.

ewisinthechat2: have you had that feeling when someone is so stupid you want to stab your eye with a fork? #kys

ewisinthechat2: k, i guess u have not😅…

S★ she was practically new to tiktok, so the first moths she had her likes public, she didn’t even know that was possible on the app. but if you click on it all you could see were shit post and memes that a dad would like, all except for a big section of aprox thirteen videos, one after the other, all with the same girl.

sckerforellie18: did u guys saw ellie’s likes? i think she’s stalking that poor girl😭

slaybabesew: HAHAH WAIT IS REAL, IS SHE HER GILFRIEND???

elliesaheymamasg: she’s so hot wait😩

heyemogirlbb: it’s her @girlypop666

S★ the chat started to tag you to every single one of her videos on tiktok, her photos on instagram, tagging you on things like “hi, could you please date my mom?🤗” or “my new mommie😻” EVEN in her questionable tweets telling you “we know she’s crazy but give her a chance😭”

S★ one day you waked up to your phone being practically broken from all the notifications, you still had your little pink iphone 6 and you had to buy another one because of it.

Instagram

girlypop: hi um i don’t think we really know each other but people are tagging me on your videos😭 love them though

S★ ellie was in a stream, the chat had to make her laugh and spit the water so she was reacting to videos that her chat had send her. when that notification appear on the screen, she read it, gulped the water, looked dead ass serious at the camera and turned off the stream.

elliewilliasm: omg hi, im so sorry i didn’t know, I’ll tell them to spot

elliewilliasm: spot*

elliewilliasm: STOP**😭

you laughed in your new phone, she was funny, and for what you had seen in all the posts that you were tagged on, very pretty too.

girlypop: hey would you like to grab coffee sometime?

ewisinthechat: TO EVERYBODY IN THE CHAT, THANK YOU, YOU GUYS ARE THE FUCKIN BEST, LOVE YALL, IM SO LUCKY TO HAVE YOU, XOXO😻😻😻😻

GIVEAWAY COMIN FUCKIN SOON💯💯‼️

S★ she was exhausted when she jumped to her bed, after all the crying, screaming, jumping and the extreme tweeting that just said “YESYESYESYESYESYESYESYESYESYES”, she unlocked her phone again.

elliewiliasm: yeah sure :)

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[going-to-ikea-for-the-fries]

It's a Match! || 141 x Reader

[ Chapter 10 ] || [ Chapter 12 ]

Pairing: 141 x gn!Reader Words: 1.1K~ Summary: While overcoming recent heartbreak, you decide to join Tinder in search of a rebound. Your friends advise to just Swipe Right indiscriminately... What happens when 4 soldiers from the same squad match with you? a/n: i'm in love with gaz

Chapter 11: Excuse me?

A DM suddenly shoots up to the top of the pile in Kyle’s Tinder DM list and his eyebrows raise when he sees your name.

It’s been a month and a half, maybe longer, since you two last matched and after the brief rejection and you having gotten with Price, his life moved on and he kind of forgot you existed.

But your sudden message whose preview starts with “hey sorry to be botheri-” intrigues him so he presses it.

you: hey sorry to be bothering u but i figured it was safe to dm u about this because between u and johnny u seemed to be the most mature one! is simon okay? he stopped replying to me like a week ago and im concerned

Kyle’s eyebrows shot up on his forehead upon reading the question.

Kyle: he’s been texting u? 🤨 you: HI! yeah he has Kyle: excuse me? 🤨🤨 Kyle: like texting texting u.  Kyle: as in you text him and he answers and u 2 chat? 😐 you: yes? 🙃 Kyle: tf kind of witchcraft did u pull on him? 🤨 Kyle: he doesnt text.  Kyle: not one of us can get more than a thumbs up reaction to our texts in the groupchat. 😑 you: he texts me! Kyle: 😫?? Kyle: jesus christ.  you: you didnt answer is he okay?? 😭😭

Kyle thought back on a reason why Ghost would suddenly, well, ghost you. But he can’t think of any… Ghost is a notoriously bad texter, it doesn’t surprise him that he went MIA…

And then it hits him.

It’s 8 A.M. in the rec room of their floor and Ghost was making tea just as Johnny was taking a seat in the couch.

Kyle oofed as Johnny hit him, throwing his legs over Kyle’s lap. “Watch it mate, fuck you’re bloody heavy!” He complained.

“AH, FUCKIN’ HELL!” Ghost cursed as he threw his hands up in the air the sound of water dripping on the floor catching his attention.

Kyle looked over to see Ghost had spilled his boiling hot water everywhere on the counter.

“You alright L.T.?” Soap asked a she lifted his head over the back of the couch to peer at Simon just like Gaz was.

“Great.” Ghost grunted as he picked up his phone from the counter, which was also dripping in water, while his other hand threw a rag onto the mess of water dripping down from the counter.

“Oh fuck… ‘s your phone dead?” Soap asked and Ghost grumbled under his breath, not quite answering the question, as he busied himself soaking up the spilled water.

Just then, Price showed up at the rec room door. “Simon, gear up. Got a briefing for a solo mission in 10.”

“Fuckin’ hell, yeah, yeah, I got it.” Ghost grunted as he cleaned the mess and then rushed out the door, leaving his mug of tea in the counter and clutching his now broken phone in his hands.

Kyle: hes fine. Kyle: he spilled water on his phone and killed it I think.  Kyle: and he got sent out before he could get it fixed. 🙃 you: oh okay good! you: thanks! you: sorry to have bothered you! 🙏 Kyle: now wait just a minute. 😤 Kyle: u need to explain how in the hell u and ghost talk.👀 you: ghost? Kyle: that’s his work name. 🤷‍♂️ you: fitting seeing as i thought he ghosted me Kyle: THAT’S THE JOKE I MADE JUST NOW TO MYSELF! 😭 you: were in sync it seems 😭 Kyle: answer the question tho. you: idk what u want me to answer with Kyle: wdym u dont know??? explain yourself. Kyle: how do you get ghost to text u???? you: idk? im funny ig Kyle: 😑 you: im sorry if thats not what u want to hear Kyle: wait Kyle: a couple weeks ago he was out all night Kyle: during morning training soap was talking about how he had a date Kyle: was he with u? 👀👀 you: soap? Kyle: johnny. Kyle: keep up cmon now. you: jeez don’t patronize me you: yes simon was with me Kyle: 👀👀👀 Kyle: i see. Kyle: tell me more. you: theres nothing to tell Kyle: thats a lie and u know it.  you: its not!!! Kyle: cmon. Kyle: u cant just meet with a bloke with a skull mask on and then say u dont have anything to tell. 😑😑 you: a skull mask?? Kyle: did he not wear a mask when he was with u? 🤨🤨 you: yes? you: a black one Kyle: with a skull print on it yeah? you: no??? 🙃 you: just black! Kyle: jesus christ. Kyle: and what? what happened? you: nothing?! Kyle: walk me thru it. you: we went out for a drink then came back to mine and watched a movie! Kyle: 🤨🤨 Kyle: and had a shag? you: NO???? Kyle: wdym no? thats what would normally happen with a bloke. you: and???? you: this is simon were talking about kyle you: nothing about him screams normal exactly 🙃 you: hes joked about being able to kill me with his bar ehands you: bare hands* Kyle: fair. Kyle: this raises more questions for me. you: what Kyle: like u would meet with a masked bloke that can kill u with his bare hands alone without protection? 🤨 you: i had protection Kyle: not a condom. you: oh 😅 you: well we met at a pub soooo  Kyle: what did u 2 do then Kyle: other than watch a ‘movie’ 🙄 you: played mario kart you: slept Kyle: as in Kyle: you SLEPT? like honk shoo honk mimimimi? you: yes🙄🙄 Kyle: im confused. you: ur confused? im fucking confused bro Kyle: wdym u SLEPT TOGETHER? �� Kyle: WHAT KIND OF WITCHCRAFT IS THIS?  Kyle: wtf have u done to him Kyle: like ghost doesnt text, he sure as shit doesnt visit people, and he doesnt go on dates, he doesnt sleep next to people, im almost sure the man doesnt have feelings or emotions and only speaks in sarcasm  Kyle: how can u get that out of him?? 🤨🤨 Kyle: no one else can! you: well with that mentality you cant you: idk what to tell u you: we hit it off 🙄 Kyle: explain yourself. you: ive been explaining it!!!!! Kyle: no explain it better. Kyle: I think Im having a stroke.  you: idk how to make it clearer??? Kyle: thats it. Kyle: are you free rn?? Kyle: I need u to explain urself. 😑 you: Im at work? Kyle: whens ur lunch break? 👀 you: in 35 minutes. Kyle: do u like ramen? you: yes? Kyle: whats the closest japanese to ur job? you: Akira Kyle: meet me at Akira for lunch. Kyle: I’m buying. you: who said i want to meet up with u?? 🤨🤨 Kyle: man just get down there. Kyle: im offering to pay. you: fineeeee 🙄

Kyle quickly hopped up from his seat at his desk with a start and rushed back to his room to change out of his fatigues.

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#ikea writes 💚 #it's a match! fic #cod modern warfare #cod fanfic #captain john price #john soap mactavish #kyle gaz garrick #simon ghost riley #text story #cod x reader #call of duty x reader #kyle gaz garrick x reader #gaz x reader

[smashboxgirl26]

i crumble completely when you cry

ph! katsuki bakugou x fem! reader summary: this wasn't the way it was supposed to happen, but sometimes mistakes yield the best results contains: proposal!! (for @/pityslash <33), kinda ooc soft bakugou but im blaming it on him getting a concussion, mentions of injury, lots of fluff hehe word count: 1.8k words masterlist

Katsuki awoke to a darkened room with white, tiled speckled ceiling cut into rectangles and an IV in his arm; you were sleeping in the plastic chair at his bedside, head leaning against the wall and your mouth slightly open. It was probably about two or three in the morning, judging by the dimmed light coming from the hospital hallway.

Fuck.

This wasn’t supposed to happen.

He shifted around slightly under the thin sheets, grunting as he tried to move his (apparently broken) right arm to fit in the pocket of his hero costume. A sigh of relief pushed past his lips when he felt the little velvet box still stashed away, thankfully left untouched.

And god– fuck did his head hurt… but this wasn’t how the night was supposed to go.

You were still dressed up — makeup and all, heels sitting next to you on the floor, the pretty black satin dress he watched you show off before you both left for dinner: now bunched up in your lap between your palms as you slept. 

You were definitely going to complain about the crook in your neck when you woke up from the way your head was angled against the wall. You should’ve just gone home and slept properly in bed: but he knew arguing with you would’ve been fruitless — you’d refuse to leave his side like you always did. 

Katsuki let out a small huff as he stared back up at the darkened ceiling.

This was supposed to be your anniversary. He had it all planned out: flowers, dinner, taking a walk through the park near the apartment to get ice cream, proposing in the little ramada he’d gotten Hanta and Eijirou to decorate with fairy lights and flowers. His mother’s old engagement ring was what he’d nervously tucked away into his suit pocket earlier that evening; she’d given it to him the first time you met her — as if she just knew the outcome of your relationship. 

And yet, not even halfway through dinner he’d gotten a call about a villain spiraling out of control. 

He knew his apology was lacking when he pushed himself up from the table, telling you he’d be back as fast as he possibly could; and he could tell how disappointed you were at the fact he was leaving despite how you playfully urged him to hurry before you ate all the dessert without him.

He’d slipped the ring in his costume pocket thinking he would make it back in time for your walk in the park — but that went out the window the second he was caught off guard and blasted through an apartment building.

You shifted slightly, against your spot on the wall. Katsuki almost thought it was because he was thinking too loud.

Your eyes opened after a moment or two, and blinked once or twice at him before realizing his eyes were also open.

“You’re awake?” you asked groggily, scrubbing your eyes before pulling yourself up from the chair. “Let me go get the nurse–”

“S’fine,” he stopped you before you could get out the door, lifting his head off the pillow because he knew you would come over and scold him for it.

Shit he felt dizzy.

“Don’t move right now,” you chastised him — immediately abandoning your mission to rush back to his side and help him lay his head back down on the pillow. “Is that comfortable?”

“Yea,” he sighed, closing his eyes for a moment. “Don’ get the nurse yet… I don’ really want more fuckin’ needles in my arm right now.”

“...fine.” You pressed your lips together, concealing the lecture he knew you wanted to spew: him never being careful when he promised he would be being main point among those you wanted to address — yet you pulled the hard, plastic chair you were sitting in up to the bed and leaned against the mattress.

“...do you feel dizzy?”

“Yeah.”

“You got a concussion from your fall,” you turned your head to look towards the side, and he couldn’t see your expression anymore in the dimmed light from the lamp next to his bedside. “You also broke your arm from landing on it.”

“You saw?”

“It was on the news.”

You sounded on the verge of tears. He needed to apologize. He’d ruined your night.

“M’sorry,” he let his left hand drift over to where yours was laying on the bed next to him, his fingers catching between your own — grabbing you out of your dazed attention — “M’sorry I ruined our night.”

“You didn’t ruin anything Katsuki,” you shook your head, but he could hear the little edge of pain in your voice. “It’s not your fault… I was just worried.”

“I did, though,” he continued. “Tonight was s’posed to be just us walkin’ through the park n’ getting ice cream.”

“You had it all planned out huh?” You finally faced him again, tired eyes and a small, sad smile on your lips. 

“F’course I did, would y’expect anythin’ less from me?” 

“Of course not,” you humored him, bringing his knuckles up to your lips before planting a kiss over a small scab and pressing your cheek against it — staring faraway, somewhere his mind could never find yours.

“Why didn’t you go home?” he rubbed his thumb against yours. “Could’ve changed and been comfortable.”

You let out a small huff — “I couldn’t just leave you here. I didn’t want you to wake up alone.”

“You didn’t have to worry about me, baby. Y’should’ve slept comfortably at home, come and seen me in the morning.”

You didn’t answer; instead, pressed another kiss against his knuckles before letting his hand come back down to the bed.

“If you saw what I did, you wouldn’t be saying that.” — was all you left it at — you tried to get up to get the nurse, but he didn’t let your hand go. “Katsuki–”

“Just let me be a lil’ longer,” he slurred, drowsily. “Come lay down with me.”

“Kats–”

“Please.”

“How could I–”

“Please.” He repeated, and you gave up to the pleading look in his eyes. “Can’t sleep properly without you there.”

He shifted himself over slightly, watching you hold your tongue once again with a little snort, before patting at the spot next to him. You climbed up slowly, carefully, trying to be as light as possible to not let the little hospital bed creak under both your weights — letting yourself melt next to him, your hand resting over his chest. You didn’t say anything, just nestled yourself into his shoulder with a yawn.

Something about the way you were positioned made it feel like you were hesitant to touch him — as he was as fragile as glass. Even with your fingers resting over his abdomen, he barely felt them there.

“What’s got your mind all worked up?” he asked after what felt like hours of silence.

“...nothing.”

“I know when yer overthinkin’ baby.”

You looked up to him, sad eyes and all. “I was really worried.” You sniffed, burrowing yourself back next to him. “I was just sitting in the restaurant finishing my food until I got a notification on my phone about the news — and I clicked it and saw the video of you being blasted through the building. There was so much debris, I almost thought–I don’t know what I thought… It felt like I couldn’t breathe or–or think… I just ran out of there as fast as I could so I could get to the hospital. And then, when you wake up, your first concern is that you ruined the night?” You huff, angrily and under your breath but you didn’t let him see it. “I can’t believe you sometimes…” 

“M’sorry,” he repeated, this time drowsily— despite the disapproving click you let out in response, he wrapped his arm around you: rubbing small circles in your arm to soothe the tension you continued to let off. These situations were the only times you both switched roles; the only time he was the one who had to calm you down when usually it was the opposite.

“Stop saying that.”

“I am though,” he continued anyway. “For making you worry and cry when I should’ve been careful. I got a little reckless tryin’ to get back to you quickly. I just… didn’t wanna leave you stranded there.”

“You didn’t need to do that,” you almost scolded him. “I’m used to it, I understand what your job is like.”

“Told you though, I had it all planned out n’ shit — stupid bastard ruined it all…”

“It’s okay,” you pacified him. “It was just dinner, we can always go out another time.”

“It wasn’t just dinner though…” He stopped himself from continuing, but looking down at your furrowed brow knew that he’d have to give an explanation. 

“We’ve talked about marriage before—” he started again after a moment of silence. A moment to catch his breath, to let his racing thoughts and heart subside slightly. “—about us staying together like this because we couldn’t really ever see ourselves with anyone else.”

You nodded.

“And I thought–I knew that we were both ready… So I was gonna propose.”

You didn’t say anything, and he didn’t dare look down at your face — not when he could feel the heat rushing up to his face like he was about to pass out.

“I uh, had this whole speech planned out n’ everything,” he stared at the ceiling once more. “Even had Ei n’ Hanta set up flowers and candles in the park near that cherry blossom tree we always picnic near.”

You still didn’t say anything.

“M’sorry for just bringing it up now, and spoiling the surprise ‘cause I could’ve just done it later…”

“...are you really apologizing for telling me that you were going to propose?” you spoke after a moment. 

He could hear the slight crack in your voice, and he looked down to see that his suspicions were correct — you were crying.

“Don’ cry,” he tried to wipe them with fail because he could only use one arm. “You know I get sad when you cry.”

“I can’t help it.” 

 “I know that this isn’t where you probably expected to get proposed to, but everything I said is true — I wanna spend the rest of my life with you n’ get those little moments with you. N’ honestly, as long as we have that, I don’t think it matters where this shit happens.” He shifted around slightly, before you could stop him: sitting up to properly face you and pulling a little velvet box out from his pocket. “Marry me?”

“Of course I will,” you tried to wipe away your tears before falling into his embrace — pausing after he let out a hissing sound. “I’m calling the nurse for real now.”

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[pacifymebby]

Pesky Blinders with a wounded reader. Maybe she was shot or several ribs were broken? How would the boys take care of her?

I’m a fan of your creativity

I loved this idea and i guess i got carried away cause they're long and its like not just the taking care of you but the whole scenario. I hope you like them my lovely ❤️

Just a wee warning, mention of attemtped rape and SA in Bonnie and Isaiah's but the rest are just the usual expected violence.

Tommy

🌿 Before its confirmed what happened to you he knows it was his fault, knows its Peaky Business leaking into his home life again, leaking into your life like a black rot spreading

🌿 He blames himself, naturally...

🌿 Youre lying on your back still as the dead and just as pale, your ribs are blue and bruised, internal bleeding... It won't kill you but it will be a slow and painful recovery. Every breath will be agony. And its his fault.

🌿 Sits by your bedside with you, suffering, being cruel to himself because he feels guilty. His brothers have promised to go after the men that did this to you but Tommy feels torn.

🌿 It should be him who kills them, him who makes them suffer for what they've done to his angelic girl.

🌿 Holds your hand clasps between his two much bigger hands, watching you intently, says little prayers.

🌿 When youre awake he talks to you soft and gentle, tries to sooth you back to sleep because although hes lonely and wants to hear your sweet voice, he knows sleep is what you need and what will take the pain away.

🌿 Argues with your doctors when you're slow to heal, gets pissed off, loses his temper, has to be calmed by Polly and his brothers.

🌿 Makes you promises, "The men that did this to you will not live, they will not be forgiven, i will not show them mercy,"

🌿 Also promises you this is never going to happen to you again, promises you he's going to protect you, apologises over and over for not being there.

🌿 "i should have fuckin been there, im so sorry angel, i should have fuckin been there..."

🌿 Gets up and paces around the room, trying to make plans, trying to fuckin think straight but its impossible when his darling girl is lying beaten and suffering in a hospital bed.

🌿 When he finally gets to tske you home no one else is allowed to touch you, he is the one who carries you to the car, he is the one who drives the car so he can make sure he goes slowly, no bumps or sharp corners, nothing that could hurt you.

🌿 He has the fire made up in your room, your bed made up too, lots of cushions, your favourite blanket. He makes you tea and helps you drink it.

🌿 He is by your bedside most of the time.

🌿 But one day when you are sleeping he does slip away, his brothers have phoned, they have the men who did this to you and they want to know what to do.

🌿 He tells them to wait for him, drives out to meet them, his mind racing with the things he could do to take revenge on your behalf.

🌿 He beats them, kicks and stamps on them, breaks their ribs and then leaves his brothers to finish them off. He's taken his anger out on them, beaten them near to death, doesnt need to know what happens to them after that.

🌿When he returns to you you're awake and smiling and the sight of you softens him, melts the last of his anger away. You've been lonely, you want him to lie with you awhile, youre bored, you want to know how the horses are, what its like outside...

🌿 So he makes sure youre comfortable, lies down beside you and lets you rest your head on his chest, he holds you in his arms and kisses your temple and he tells you all the things you want to know.

🌿 You get scared sometimes, you get worried that it will happen again, you have nightmares, terrible nightmares and you wake in the night crying. But Tommy is always there for you, holding you, kissing your hair and soothing you.

🌿 Sometimes he'll sing to you to bring you back to reality.

🌿 He reassures you, he'll never let it happen again, you'll always be safe.

🌿 "Won't let anything happen to you angel, from now on you'll always be safe, there'll be men watching you, protecting you at all times..." "Don't want strange men watching me Tommy," the thought of that just scares you more, "Alright love, alright angel don't think about it now eh, right now its just you and me alright, you and me tucked up in our bed and we're both safe and sound. I've got you, youre safe and sound."

🌿Gets you a guard dog, maybe several, you adore them and think they're so very cute, but theyre also almost as big as you and will fiercely defend you. You look intimidating walking down the street with your three hounds at your side.

🌿He also gets you a gun, tells you he hopes you never have to use it but teaches you all the same.

🌿For the most part he will want to keep you shut up inside nice and safe and warm, resting. He insists you get a lot of rest. However when you inevitably get stroppy about being held "captive" he'll relent and take you down to the gardens, he'll make a blanket up with pillows and an extra blanlet to keep you warm and he'll carry you down, let you lie with your head in his lap.

🌿Will take grapes and other sweet things for you to eat and he'll feed them to you as you sit with him on the lawn.

🌿He won't let the kids near you until you insist that he stops being ridiculous, they judt want tp hug you and kiss you better. So finally he lets them come to sit and lie with you too and they read to you and sing you songs to help you get better and make you happy.

Alfie

🐻 He's surprised actually, that it isn't business thats wound up getting you... It was a car on Camden High Road, speeding down the street, fuckin idiot driver snowed up to hight heaven...

🐻 You're actually lucky to be alive, if it wasnt for Ishmael tackling you out of the way you'd have been dragged under the wheels and killed. As it happens his somewhat heavy handed and clumsy manoeuvre did actually save your life. Which alfie is naturally, very grateful for

🐻 Its just unfortunate that when you landed and tumbled into a market stall, fucking Ishmael didn't do a very good job at shielding you from the fall.

🐻 So youve several injuries, the worst is a bloody nose and chin from when you hit the floor, but if youre being honest - and Alfie makes sure youre being honest with him - everything hurts. Your whole body aches

🐻 And then theres the shock, you can't stop shaking, youre trembling all over and youve gone so cold.

🐻 "Oh my, what a mess theyve made of you ziskeit, well its alright, your Alfies got you now yeah, I'll look after you flower, gonna take good care of you don't you worry my darlin, don't you worry..." he's so gentle with you, holds you very carefully so as not to hurt you where youre bruised.

🐻 Runs you a warm bath to bring your tempreture back up, sits you on the side of the tub and undresses you very carefully. His big hands may be gruff and calloused but theyre gentle and careful and when he touches your bruises, palms your ribs to feel for any major damage, he is so careful not to hurt you.

🐻 Hes relieved youre not too hurt, don't need to go to hospital where he wont be able to look after you himself.

🐻 He helps you into the tub, washes you gently, cleans your blood from your face and talks to you the whole time, telling you little stories, talking to you about operas and the like anything to distract you from the pain youre in.

🐻 Then when hes finished and hes satisfied that youre washed and warm, he helps you get dry, wraps you in towels and delicately pats you down. He puts you in one of his loose cotton shirts, it'll keep you warmer than your delicate little slip and it'll be comfier too.

🐻 Then he helps you into your bed, props you up on some pillows and makes sure youre completely comfortable.

🐻 Dresses the wound on your chin and patches it up nice and carefully, although his fingers arent as nimble as yours so its a little messier than the ones you do for him.

🐻 "Now then ziskeit, what you need now right, is some tender, loving, care, and also some rum right, just a little bit to take the edge off... For the shock too, yeah it'll warm you through and see you right as rain, you wait here little one, Alfie'll get us some rum, that'll see you right..."

🐻 Definitely the type to make you soup, he bakes you a special loaf of bread to go with it. Feeds you even though you don't really need feeding. Hes just using the excuse to spoil you.

🐻 When the wound on your chin scars youre afraid he won't find you pretty anymore, that it makes you ugly...

🐻 "What that? Let me get this straight yeah little one... You yeah - my gorgeous, angel of a girl, little ziskeit, banished from heaven for being too fuckin perfect yeah - you, think that that there, that little scar there, is gonna make me think twice about loving the very bones of you, that's what you think? I reckon i need to check that pretty little head of yours for anymore bumps i do sweetheart, you must be going doolally..."

🐻 Kisses your scars, tells you theyre exquisite.

🐻 Will not let you do anything for yourself for quite some time, even when you insist that you're feeling better.

🐻"Can't be too careful ziskeit, wouldnt want you to hurt yourself again would we, no youd better just let your old man take care of that for you yeah?"

🐻 Will keep your room bright, with flowers in it. Will treat you with new books and records and will stop to read to you awhile whenever you ask. He sits with you every morning, helps you wash and change, does your hair for you, brushing it carefully. He loves to brush your hair anyway, loves how soft it is, but this is the perfect excuse to get close to you and spend as long as he likes combing through your long locks.

🐻 He struggles to remember not to make you laugh as this will hurt, its hard though, he just wants his little girl to smile and be happy.

🐻 He's probably going to try and teach you a thing or two about road safety. And when youre out walking together he'll start doing this thing where he makes sure you're walking on the side of the pavement furthest from the road. You think he's being over the top but once he's started doing it he'll insist its the best thing for you.

Arthur

🍂 Youve got a bloody nose and its your own bloody fault, you got in between him and some lad he was fighting with, trying to calm him down.

🍂 Course, you tell him its your own bloody fault... Doesnt mean he believes you, naturally he blames himself. He cries about it, gets drunk about it, takes a little time to get over what hes done before Polly will let him near you.

🍂 "She doesnt need to see you in that state arthur you sort yourself out and do it fucking quickly then you come look after your girl!"

🍂 So he does, he splashes his face with cold water and takes deep breaths the way you taught him too.

🍂 Then he rushes to you, hes brought you flowers and chocolate and hes determined hes going to make this up to you.

🍂"Oh Arthur love you didnt need to..." you start but he cuts you off, coming to sit by your bedside, clasping your hands in his.

🍂 "Yes i fuckin did flower, yes i fuckin did, now i know nothing is gonna make up for what ive done to you..." you cutting him off this time with a kiss.

🍂 "Shut up Arthur, no more apologies please im begging you,"

🍂 But he has to finish saying sorry, he wont stop until hes said it, so in the end you close your eyes, lean back into your pillow and let him finish saying sorry.

🍂 You think hes a fool but he seems so torn up about it, so upset that you cant interrupt him again.

🍂 His forehead to yours, his eyes closed as he kisses your face and says hes sorry again.

🍂 "Wont ever happen again flower i promise you, it wont ever happen again," "I love you y/n i didnt mean it, id never hurt you on purpose," you know hes telling you the truth, you know it was an accident.

🍂 "Aye and I'll never come between you and another man eh" youre having a little joke, trying to lighten the mood but hes so serious. He frowns at you and you say sorry, give him a quick kiss on the cheek. "Sorry Arthur im only messin with you, you wont hurt me i know, i know,"

🍂 Hes a little clumsy but he does well holding the cloth thsts catching the blood from your nose, rubbing your back and soothing you when the bleeding picks up.

🍂 Tells you youre his brave girl. You tell him youre not even that hurt

🍂 But youve got a bruise throbbing on your cheek that says otherwise.

🍂 He holds ice to it for you to reduce the swelling.

🍂 Makes you tea, brings you pain relief, which you tell him you dont need but which he tells you Pol says youve got to take.

🍂 "You know if you really want to help distract me from the pain..." taking his hand and guiding it down your chest to the waistband of your skirt....

John

🌼 When you get shot at he knows those bullets were for him and he feels so fucking guilty.

🌼 He watches it happen, feeels the freeze of his blood the moment he realises whats about to happen, and then the plimmeting drop in his heart when he sees you struck in the shoulder.

🌼 Its not a bad place to be shot, the shoulder... It won't kill you, but of course it doesnt matter to him where you were shot, it only matters that you were, that he let that happen to his girl...

🌼 He's quick to shoot the perpetrators dead, one after the other, multiple shots to the chest and stomach... Those are bad places to be shot, painful fucking places too, which hes pleased about. He hopes their deaths are slow and agonising.

🌼 Hes at your side, your head in his lap before he's shot his final shots into the perpetrators bodies, one hand holding your face, the other pulling the trigger.

🌼 He refuses to be seperated from you, tries to fight the doctors when they try to take you away from him. You need to have the bullet removed and be patched up but John doesnt want you to go through it alone.

🌼 Polly and Ada have to hold him back, calm him down, theyre reassuring him that youll be alright as long as he lets the doctors do their job.

🌼 The moment those doors to your room open Johns at the doctors side asking all sorts of questions, needing to know that youre okay, that youre going to be alright.

🌼 When they finally let him see you they tell him not to crowd you, to try and be calm and at first no ones sure he'll be able to, he snarls at the doctor "Don't tell me how to treat my fuckin girl!"

🌼 But then when he sees you, unconcious, still and colourless on the bed, the slow rise and fall of your chest, all the fights knocked out of him just like that.

🌼 He falls into the chair at your bedside, the others give him time alone with you because they can see how much he needs it.

🌼 He holds your hand in his, strokes your cheek, when no one is around to see he cries. He can't believe hes let this happen to you, he cant believe he let his girl get hurt. And he says it over and over again, "Im so sorry flower, shoulda been quicker, shoulda been me that got shot..."

🌼 He brings you flowers every day, refuses to leave your side, doesnt eat, hardly sleeps, it gets to a point where polly has to remind him that he wont be any good to you at all if he doesnt keep his strength up.

🌼 When youre awake he kisses you and showers you in affection, he talks to you to distract you from the pain, hes always asking if you're alright, if you need more pain relief, "You'll tell me if it hurts flower won't you, don't try to be brave..."

🌼 But he also tells you you are brave, that hes so proud of you for how good youre healing, how strong you are

🌼 When he gets to take you home he dotes on you, he hardly leaves your side unless its to get you something to eat or drink.

🌼 He wont let anyone else change your dressings, he has to do it because he wants to make sure theyre done proper, and also because he wants to see how the wound is healing, to make sure youre still okay.

🌼He kisses your bandages softly, does it to make you smile.

🌼 When you get a fever from the wound hes by your side nursing you through it with a cold cloth to your face to bring down the fever.

🌼 He actually gets so scared he lets Pol use her rememdies to heal you and they work just as shes always told the boys that they do.

🌼 You get bad dreams about what happened to you sometimes but you never tell him, he knows though and he holds you close to him, kisses you and reassures you, "won't ever let anything happen to you flower, gonna keep you safe,"

🌼 Tells you the scar is a sign how strong you are, makes you look dangerous... Which is hot... Kisses it whenever he can because he won't have you worrying youre not beautiful anymore.

Bonnie

🍀 He slit the throat of the man who did it, the cunt still had his gun to your head and his cock in his hand... Threatened to rape and kill you for being one of those Peaky Blinders' "pikey whore"

🍀He tried his best not to get any of the mans blood on you, slinging the body asside the second his kife had cut and dragged through the artery.

🍀When he saw the state you were in he dropped the knife and dropped to his knees to help you up. When Bonnie had slit the billy boy's throat the man had let go of you and youd collapsed partially from the pain, partially from fear, and partially from the shock.

🍀 Youve been shot, only to wound not to kill, it had been purely out of spite, to stun you into tumbling and not being able to escape. So youre covered in blood, a shaking wreck, sobbing. At first you don't recognise Bonnie because of your panic and you try to push him away from you thinking hes going to hurt you too.

🍀"Its me dove, its me your bonnie, dont fight me flower, im gonna take care of you, its me yeah, your bonnie..." he soeaks gently but he cant hide his fear, he needs to get you back to the settlement, to his father and the boswells who will be able to heal you.

🍀 He does blame himself for what happened but in the moment theres no time for guilt or self pity, he just has to make sure you're alright.

🍀He scoops you up, holds you tight to his body, not too tight that hes hurting but secure enough that you know he won't drop you or let go. He doesn't pay mind about getting blood on him and he lets you cry the whole way back.

🍀 When Aberama has to cut the bullet out of you Bonnie holds you with your back to his chest, his legs either side of you, its to keep you still but also secure.

🍀 "Well done brave girl, youre doing so well little dove, hold on just a little more, be over soon," kissing your hair, letting you bite down on his sleeve when the bullets being cut from you and the wounds being sterilized. It burns, so much you think you'll go insane from the searing of it. But bonnie holds you safe and secure the whole time.

🍀 He feels a little helpless watching someone else bandage your wound, but he does the best he can for you by staying calm, being the sturdy roots that you need to keep you grounded. His staying calm helps you to calm down and its his gentle voice which soothes you and eases your fear.

🍀 "Youre safe now little dove, Ive got you, safe with me,"

🍀Insists on being the one to wash you clean of blood and help you change into softer clothes for sleeping. He kisses your bandaged wound and carries you to bed.

🍀 Sits up and holds you all night, doesn't sleep, just watches you, he needs to know that youve found some peace in your dreams. And he also knows that he needs to be there for you in case you wake up frightened. Hes heard that can happen to people sometimes, they wake up and think its happening all over again.

🍀 He doesnt leave your side the next day, Tommy wants to speak with you about what happened but Bonnie won't let him near you. Tells him to wait. "Won't let you scare her anymore than she already is Mr Shelby, threaten me all you like but i fucking won't let it happen, you won't scare her..."

🍀When he talks to you about what happened he lets you cry, holds you in his arms and soothes you. "S'alright sweet girl he can't hurt you anymore," hes more than a little relieved to find out the evil bastard never got so far as to hurt you down there. That Bonnie got there before he could touch you.

🍀But that doesnt mean youre not suddenly terrified to be vulnerable, even with Bonnie. You cry about it cause you feel fucking stupid, every time your boy goes to touch you, even in the most innocent of ways, a hand your waist or hip, and you flinch. You feel pathetic but Bonnie reassures you its alright, its natural, that it'll pass. That he loves you.

🍀Whilst youre recovering he sits with you as often as he can, he sings to you, makes up stories for you, recites the ones you both remember from childhood. Brushes and plaits your hair, brings you flowers to weave through it.

🍀Goes out hunting to get you the best meat to help you recover, cooks you tasty stews that will help you heal. Probably fusses over you a little more than necessary.

🍀 He knows that being shut up indoors will make you miserable so when he thinks you're well enough he carries you down to the bank of the stream, lets you sit with your feet in the water. He'll stay with you, splash you with his feet, he enjoys seeing you smile and keeping your spirits up.

🍀The kids at the camp are all missing you and are worried but Bonnie is very protective and doesnt want them to exhaust you. Still when they want to come and see you he lets them visit you, give you kisses and bring you the little gifts theyve made or picked. "Just don't you go outdoing me ey little one..." he'll say to them.

🍀After awhile, when your wounds are healed and you're almost fully recovered, he catches you frowning in the mirror, your fingers grazing your scars. "You're beautiful little dove, prettiest girl in the whole wide world, no scars gonna change that,"

🍀It takes a long time for you to be confident going off on your own and reallty, nobody blames you for that, least of all Bonnie. He understands why you're so scared, thats why he crafts you a knife of your very own, one you can keep with you at all times. He teaches you how to use it so that you'll be able to protect yourself.

🍀He's extra posessive and protective of you after the event, whenever he can be he stays close to you, holding your hand, looking after you. He won't let you go into town on your own anymore either, he wants to be with you to keep you safe.

Isaiah

🐀You get cut by a man you reject in the bar you work in. He doesnt realise you're a Peaky boy's girl and when you turn down his attempts to charm you and then spit on him for spanking your arse as you passed his table, he breaks the bottle hes drinking from and cuts you with it.

🐀Isaiah isnt there when it happens but someone who recognises you calls for help.

🐀The other bar maid phones for Isaiah, tells him to come collect you. She tries to help you as best she can. It isn't hard to clear the bar out once she shouts that there'll be peaky boys here any moment.

🐀Then she sits you in one of the sofas and cleans your wounds trying to be careful. Theres a large chunk of glass wedges in your arm though which she knows well enough to leave alone, in case its the only thing keeping all your blood inside you.

🐀When Isaiah finds you there it breaks his heart to see his girl all bloody and in pain. Youve been being brave, trying not to cry, but when he tells you he can either take you to Pol or the hospital to get that glass taken out, you stifle a sob. You hate hospitals.

🐀He sits with you until Polly arrives and when she does she can't believe the sight of you. Isaiahs been doing his best to stop your bleeding from the smaller wounds but its hard when youve got so many of them.

🐀"fucking men, evil bastards, sometimes i think not a single one of you has any good left in you," she says as she gets to work cleaning and bandaging all the smaller wounds which freckle your arm with little cuts. Some are deeper than others and when she cleans them with vodka it burns so deep inside you you cant help but hiss and cry.

🐀But youre being brave because Isaiah is brave, he never gets scared snd so you want to show him youre just as strong as him.

🐀He holds you in his lap, you leaning back against his chest, your arm out on the table for Pol to fix up. All the time Isaiah is talking to you, telling you how well you're doing. "My brave girl, good girl, shhh youre doing so well love,"

🐀When Polly has to remove the glass he gives you his hat (the safe end) to bite down on because he knows its going to hurt. But you do well, gritting your teeth and breathing through the pain just like Polly tells you to.

🐀When youre all bandaged up and free to go home Isaiah takes you back to his place, carries you all the way home, through the front door and up the stairs to bed where he places you down gently and very carefully removes your clothes.

🐀He asks you where the man touched you and then touches you there, smooths his hands over your hips and your bottom being gentle and tender, before he kisses your shoulder and helps you into one of his shirts.

🐀He kisses your injured arm and hand over the bandages and then as you're finally going to sleep he promises he'll get the bastard who did this to you and make him pay.

🐀You help him actually, when youre feeling up to it the two of you start visiting local bars, looking for the man, he organises line ups at the factories Tommy controls until you recognise the man.

🐀And when you do Isaiah takes the mans eyes for you. You're not averse to watching bad men suffer and on this occasion you actually enjoy it a little.

🐀He doesn't blame himself for it happening but he blames the fact that he obviously hasnt made it clear enough to the people of birmingham that you are his girl. So from now on whenever youre out together he has one hand on you at all times. He also makes a huge show of pointing you out to a crowded room, "see this girl here yeah, this girl here is an honorary peaky blinder, so id watch your fuckin mouths when you talk to her!" "Dont fuck with the peaky blinders!"

🐀He will go all out making it known that if any man touches you again he'll fucking kill them.

🐀If you get scars from the shard of glass he'll make sure youre proud of them, he'll tell you it makes you look dangerous, lets men know they should think twice before fucking with you. He will tell you he thinks its a sexy scar, whatever that means.

Michael

☘️When Peaky Business means Michael finds you left on his doorstep beaten unconcious with a note from your attackers, promising war, shoved into your closed fist, Michael blames Tommy

☘️Naturally.

☘️He calls for his mother immediately, he doesn't trust all her healing techniques but he trusts her enough to know that she'll know exactly what you need, whether you're going to need a doctor or whether it looks worse than it really is.

☘️He also phones Tommy, "my fucking wifes just been returned to me, beaten half to death Tommy! What the fuck have you got us into now eh? And why the fuck have you let it get to my family?" he practically spitting down the phone at his cousin. Hes so angry and it doesnt help that Tommy is remaining calm. "Did they leave you a note Michael, letting you know who they are and what they want from you?" "Aye, of course they did..." "There we go then, you know who did it and you'll get the bastards that hurt your wife don't worry..."

☘️But he is worried and he sits by your bedside until you regain conciousness. Polly has you laid on the bed, clothes off so that she can bathe your wounds and clean you up. "Michael make yourself useful eh, you take this cloth and clean the blood... Gently,"

☘️His hands are trembling as he dabs at your battered body with the damp cloth, being careful not to hurt you. You keep groaning in your state of unconscious and its clear Michaels at a complete loss.

☘️He's devestated that something like this could happen to you and he doesnt know what to do.

☘️"Well talk to her love, you'll help her..."

☘️He doesn't know what to say but he holds your fragile hand in his and tries to be as soothing as he can.

☘️ "Youre alright now y/n me an Pol have got you eh, taking care of you... You've taken a beating but you're gonna be fine, promise you, I'll take good care of you sweetheart," hes being so serious its almost comical and when he says "youve my word," Polly has to hide her smirk.

☘️When shes satisfied youre going to be alright, no internal bleeding, no serious breaks, she says she'll leave the two of you in peace but instructs michael to call the second you wake up. She also tells him not to phone Tommy again, "I'll deal with your cousin don't you worry Michael..."

☘️ He has the maids make up the fire in your room and instructs the kitchen to prepare your favourite food. He knows eatings the last thing you'll want to do when you wake up but you've got to eat.

☘️When you wake youre confused and upset but youre also apologetic "Shouldn't have been out on me own Michael, im sorry i caused you trouble," but he wont have any of that. "No love, stop that right now i won't hear it, this wasnt youre fault, wasn't your fault at all,"

☘️ Will silence you with a kiss if you protest and try to apologise again.

☘️He will stay with you, put records on for you, he'll read to you from your favourite books.

☘️And when it comes to trying to get you to eat he'll sit with you, encouraging you, reminding you youve got to eat to help you regain your strength.

☘️At first you don't remember what happened and when Tommy tries to talk to you about it, to find out what they're dealing with he gets frustrated, makes you cry by putting too much pressure on you. Michael intervenes, gets up in Tommys face, eye to eye and speaks very clearly.

☘️"My wifes already been through enough for you Tommy, don't think I'm gonna let you bully her eh? Show some fucking respect!"

☘️They argue about whats best for you, and whats best for the family.

☘️ But in the end Michael loses the argument and has to let Tommy talk to you again.

☘️"Alright, alright fine you can try again, but this time you talk to her fuckin nicely..."

☘️When the two of you are left alone that evening he is so soft and caring with you, he is always asking you if youre alright, if you need anything.

☘️Its almost annoying... Almost

☘️"What i needs my husband..." "I'm hear love anything at all anything you need..." "Wasn't finished Michael, what i needs me husband to calm down, stop worrying so much and come give his wife a cuddle,"

☘️Hes hesitant to get too close to you because hes worried hes going to hurt you, you've some very nasty bruises and a broken rib, youve got bandages over your arms and around your torso. He's convinced theres not a single place he could touch you without causing you pain.

☘️But after some reassurance and serious pleading and pouting and looking like you might cry if he doesnt hug you, he puts his arms around you gingerly and lets you rest your head in the crook of his neck.

☘️Once you're there he relaxes, perhaps this was all either of you needed all along. He feels so much better with you safe in his arms and you feel so relieved to finally be able to feel him next to you.

☘️ You struggle to sleep at night from the pain and also from the bad dreams about what happened to you but Michael never leaves you alone and although sometimes he gets grumpy from lack of sleep, he never takes it out on you. He's soft and tender and soothes you back to sleep.

☘️Pays for the best medical care he can for you, gets you the pain relief you need.

☘️Brings you gifts, sweet pastries, chocolates, the fanciest treats he can find for you. Buys you pretty things for you to wear when youre better.

☘️Gets you a dog, a big one who is loving and friendly to you, but who Michael can train to attack anyone who threatens you.

☘️ "For when I'm not around eh, to keep you safe and sound,"

#Tommy shelby x reader #tommy shelby x reader #John shelby x reader #Peaky blinders headcanon #Peaky blinders imagines #Bonnie gold x reader #Arthur Shelby x reader #Alfie solomons x reader #Michael gray x reader

[the1975attheirverybest]

A/N: because men need to be more vocal.

Warnings: smut.

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The air in the room was hot. Matty’s skin felt hot like fire. His hair cascaded around his face, the curls stretching, like a spring, heavy with beads of sweat and dripping onto his body. The only sounds they made were Matty’s cuffed wrists pulling against the headboard, and the wet, filthy clicking sound of her hand, pumping his lubed up cock, working every ridge and inch of skin, watching him with greedy eyes as wave after wave of pleasure hit him.

Matty leaned backwards, resting his head against the headboard. His face and neck flushed, he breathed rapidly. He jolted, startled by the sudden gentle touch of her hand when she placed it over his taut abs; she simply wanted to feel him clench and tighten whenever she edged and denied him another orgasm, smiling to herself when she felt his body contract under her hand.

Matty whispered a strangled “please” that felt like it was ripped from the back of his throat.

“What was that, honey?” Feigning ignorance, she instantly let go of him, watching as his dick twitched against his stomach, his toes curling, his pretty, pink lips swollen. He managed to hold off on cumming, but the pain was agonizing.

He whined pathetically, squeezing his eyes shut and waiting for the worst of the pain to subside.

“What’s the matter, baby?” She smiled, a hint of scorn in her voice.

Matty looked up at her, wide-eyed, thought it could’ve simply been his dismayed pupils. “Need to- to cum.”

She leaned closer, propped up with her hands on either side of him. “Then beg.”

“Please” Matty blurted out almost reflexively.

She sighed dramatically in mock-relief, shaking her head. “Oh, Matty. You don’t get it do you.”

He felt her hand wrap around him again causing him to jump, and yank on his restraints.

“Holy- fuck! Ow.”

Her hand picked up its pace, and so did Matty’s breathing.

“I want to hear you, Matty. I want you to make me believe that you really needed it. This mousy whispering? Not gonna get you anywhere tonight.”

“Wha-what do you- fuck! Ah!- what do you mean?”

“Matty, baby, I don’t think you realize-“

“Ah- okay- stop stop stop! IM gonna cum.”

She moved withdrew her hand just in time. “I don’t think you realize how hot your moans are.”

Matty’s eyes widened. He was sure that if his face weren’t already flushed, he’d be blushing right now.

“When you call out my name? When you feel so good that you’re moaning into my ear?” She decided he’d had enough of a break and resumed her torturous edging. “The pretty noises that you make? The sound of your voice?”

“Ahhha- please- darling, I’m so close it won’t take much…”

“Tell me how good I make you feel. Make me hear it. And if you do a good enough job, maybe I’ll let you cum.” She gave him a quick peck. “Here I’ll even help you along.” She tugged on him gently.

“Fuckkk!!” Matty cried out, the veins of his neck visible.

“That’s it, honey. Go on…”

He swallowed harshly. “Uhhh…p-please, babe, please. I- I need it. Please let me cum? Hmm? It’s - it’s just- hurts so good. And I’m so, fuckin sensitive. I- can’t. You feel so good. You-“ Matty could no longer remember what he’d intended to say, nor would he be able to say it even if he did. She’d reduced him to a string of incoherent moans and broken pleas. He writhed, his cuffs rattling, every curve and crevice of his sculpted body tensing; his inked skin glistening with sweat.

“Ple- ohhhh, fuck! Fuck! Shit!— please” he yelled out.

“Music to my ears.” She smiled. “Go on, Matty. Cum for me.”

“Really?” The shock in his eyes was endearing. “Yes, baby, really. Go ahead, let go.”

“Ohhh thank you- thank-“ before the word was out of his mouth, his orgasm hit him, and he felt it from his head to his toes.

She watched, in awe, her lips slightly parted as his legs shook and he made the most beautiful sound she’d ever heard before his body had finally had enough, and went limp against the bed.

“My love.” She kissed his damp forehead. “Did so good.”

“Yeah? I was good?”

She watched him attempt to swallow.

“You screamed. Like actually. Must be thirsty.” Bringing a glass of water to his lips. “Have a sip.”

“Can I please- cig?” He was still breathless but she knew he was probably thinking more about that cigarette than he was about untying his wrists.

“Sure,” she plucked a cigarette out of the packet, lighting it up for him between her lips.

“Here.”

Matty smiled. “I love you.” Still out of breath.

#matty healy smut #matty healy oneshot #matty healy x reader #matty healy fanfiction #matty healy fic #matty healy x y/n #matty healy x you #matty healy fanfic #matty healy writing

[bosinclairz]

Counting Bodies Like Sheep to the Rhythm of the War Drums

pretty please read warnings before going any further

warnings: very graphic depictions of violence, bo is his own warning, the love is not reciprocated, stockholm syndrome, abuse, allusions to past abuse, vomiting, misogynistic language, mentions of past rough sex/oral, dubious consent, non con (just in case), (presumed) blood as lube, rough sex, bo is not nice, blood and guts, fucking in front of a dead body, gutting, reader actively participates in the murders (mostly unwillingly), bloody sex, daddy kink

word count: 2k i think 3k if im feeling generous

tags: @languidcryptid @visceravalentines @blurrymango @possumteeths @sketchy-rosewitch

Two years, six months, and twenty three days. That’s how long you’ve been in Ambrose. The outside world has given up. Your missing posters falling from the light poles, crumpled up and left behind. You were assumed dead. Your case was closed, they didn’t have any hope.

But here you were. You didn’t know how long you’ve been out here, and you didn’t need to know. Each day molded together to form something despicable. Bruises blossomed on your skin, and you can never remember how you got them. Who gave them to you always remained the same;

Beauregard Sinclair.

Had he been fucking you, hitting you, or both, to leave those marks?

You begged for a hickey once, wanting passerby’s to know who you belonged to. Bo indulged you. It didn’t go away for weeks, and it scarred. He bit too hard, maybe on purpose. Maybe he was trying to rip out your throat, but you held onto him as you always did. Your savior.

You like to think he needs you as much as you need him. You’ve told yourself it so much while you were in his basement you believe it as fact. Something to focus on, keep you going. He did, he kept you going, he must love you.

Something like the Big Bad Wolf, he always bared his teeth when killing. The blood splatters against his face, staining the front of his clothes and you’re revolted to feel yourself becoming wet at the sight. He’s conditioned you, you can’t help it. Did little red riding hood always find the wolf so handsome? Maybe she was scared at first because of her feelings. You mustn’t find a beast beautiful.

Like a deer, you find yourself frozen in place as Bo’s hands wrap around a victim’s neck, squeezing the flesh between them. He gasped for air, his feet kicking uselessly, Sinclair had a good grip.

His eyes bulged, popping out of his skull as you hear a sick snap. Bo must’ve broken his neck. Bile rose in your throat as you watch the scene unfold.

The mechanic leaned back, panting heavily. You couldn’t hold it back as he picks up the eyeball, and crushes it in his fist. You throw up onto the pavement, the image replaying along with the sound.

“Like a cherry,” The wolf says, baring his teeth at you in what you assume is a grin.

He moves off the dead body, coming over to you to hold your hair back as you empty your stomach. A sweet gesture, and you almost forget the gore in his palms.

Patting your back as you dry heave, he hums a nursery rhyme you can’t quite remember. Mary had a little lamb, maybe, The words were unclear, but perhaps it was exhaustion setting in.

“Take me home,” you whisper, looking up at Bo.

“Sure thing, sweetheart.”

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You never truly forgot that night. Beauregard’s violence knew no bounds. You often found yourself cleaning up broken mugs, plates, blood, anything he left behind. A violent man, and your scars to prove it.

Tonight was no different.

You hadn’t been paying attention. Your mind started to wander as Bo scarfed down the food you had made. Pot roast. It took several hours, but at least Bo seems to enjoy it.

He must’ve asked you something, or said something to you. He slammed his fist on the table, causing you to jump and look at him.

“‘Fucks s’matter with you? Eat your fuckin’ food,” He snarled.

You open your mouth to respond, and Bo raises an eyebrow in warning. You’re quick to close your lips together, and pick up your fork. It must’ve been a rhetorical question, he didn’t want you to respond. You’re stupid like that, never knowing what he wants.

Your jaw aches as you bring a piece of meat to your lips, biting down softer than usual. His assault on your throat just a few hours earlier still seemed to bother you. It’s hard to eat, but you manage.

You try to hide every wince you make, hoping it’ll go unnoticed by your captor. Either he doesn’t see it, or he chooses not to say anything. You’re grateful no matter what. You didn’t want him to break your jaw.

“Gonna ask me how my day was?”

Your voice is hoarse. You must’ve forgotten to drink water today, or maybe it was Bo’s dick so far down your throat you couldn’t breathe. “How was your day, daddy?”

Bo speaks with his mouth full. It used to annoy you, but he’s worked that out of you. You’re just glad he enjoys the food. “Long. Had lotsa shit in the garage I hadda deal with. Tourists comin’ in soon. Les called ‘bout twenty minutes ago. Two people, he says.”

It’s a bit late for tourists, you think. Maybe they couldn’t wait, really had to hit the road or something. You used to be that person once. Always in a rush. Bo helped you learn to take your time.

“What should I do?” Sometimes Beauregard wants you to play the housewife role, most times. Other times, you’re just a coworker, maybe a sibling if he’s feeling it. He’s got so many storylines just for you, you’ve forgotten your real one.

“Think y’should wear that dress I like. Help ‘em out in the shop ‘til I get there. We’ll kill ‘em together.”

Together sounded so nice when he says it. You remember you love him, looking down at your plate with a smile.

Bo glances up at you, irritated with your silence. “‘Fuck you smilin’ ‘bout?”

“Nothing,” you respond, “I just love you.”

Bo makes a face of disgust, grumbling something you couldn’t quite hear before he stands. “Finish your plate then go to the shop.”

“Yes, daddy.”

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The bell rings as the glass door opens. A man and a woman enter, hand in hand. You close your magazine, smiling at the couple.

“Good evening! How can I help you folks?”

The woman comes up to you, letting the man look around the station. “Hi dear. We’re so sorry for comin’ in so late, we’re having a bit of car trouble. Husband says the coolants leaking, needs to get it fixed or something. Truth be told, I don’t know anything about cars.” She laughs softly, and you share it.

“I don’t know much about cars either. My husbands the mechanic, I just tend to the cash register,” you grin, thinking that in a perfect world, it would be just like this. Maybe he’d actually propose.

“Ain’t that sweet? You and your husband run the place together?”

“Yes, ma’am. He’s just using the facilities real quick, should be out soon.” He’s worn off on you. You can feel an accent starting to bloom. Ambrose is a strange place.

“Oh, no worries! I’m Janette, and this is my husband Charles,” Janette replies, gesturing to her husband, who gives you a small wave.

She asks for your name, and you stutter.

What was your name?

“Hey, Honey,” Bo says, coming up behind you, placing a hand on your lower back. You forgot that you were wearing the dress he liked.

You knew Janette felt something was off, and you smiled nervously up at Bo.

“This is my husband, Bo,” You say quickly, leaning back against his hand for comfort.

You didn’t know your name, but Bo still calls you his, and that’s all that matters.

“Evenin’, y’all,” Bo shakes Janette’s hand, and then Charles’. “Y’all lookin’ ‘round for anythin’ in particular?”

Charles tells Bo the issue, taking your husband out to his car to show him. Janette and you are left alone. The silence isn’t as nice as it used to be.

“Is everything alright, sweet pea?”

“What do you mean?” You question, fiddling with the end of your dress. She knows. She knows she knows she knows she-

“Are you ok? Do you need help?”

Help? Why would you need help? This is where you belonged. It’d kill Bo more than it’d kill you to leave this place. No. No you don’t need help.

“I’m alright,” You smile, digging your nails into your palms. Something in the back of your mind was screaming at you, telling you to get help. This was your opportunity, why would you pass it up?

A bloody Charles crashes through the front door, and you jolt. “JAN-! Jan he’s-! He’s crazy! We gotta get outta h-“

A shot gun blast, and you duck behind the counter. The kind woman screams in horror, sobs following quickly.

“Charles! No, god-!”

You hear crunching glass, and you assume it’s Bo. And with Jan’s horrified screech, you’re correct.

“Come on out, baby.” His tone is sickly sweet, and you peak your head over the counter. He’s covering her mouth with one hand, the other keeping her hands behind her back.

You wished she wouldn’t look at you like that.

“You wanna finish her off?”

She was so nice to you. You don’t want to kill her. You’re so scared, you can’t stop yourself from shaking.

“I wanna go home, daddy.”

His face twitches, “Kill her first, then we can go home.”

“Promise?”

Bo’s getting angry, you can tell. Maybe you shouldn’t have talked so much. You’d pay for that later. He takes a deep breath, “I promise, baby. Come over here.”

You stand, slowly making your way to them. Stop looking at me like that-. Stopping once you’re just a few inches in front of the pair, you look down to Bo.

“What do you want me to do?”

“Take that shard of glass right there,” Bo nods his head to it. It’s a big piece, and you can see where this is going. “Cut the cunt open.”

The woman thrashes, screaming into Bo’s palm as you reach for the glass. He manages to keep her in place, shushing her. It feels heavy in your hand, or maybe that’s the nausea coming in. This was always the hardest part.

You crouch down, pushing the sharp edge against her stomach. You’re so fucking terrified, maybe more than her. Bo’s saying something, you realize. He’s encouraging you.

“Cmon baby, cmon. Fuckin’ gut the bitch, baby.”

You pull your hand back and bring it down hard, stabbing Janette in the stomach. Bo’s laughing as blood starts to cover your hand. You twist, and she chokes. Pulling the knife to the side, you start to cut her open, a flash of a smile appearing on your face. All for him.

Her small intestine slips out, and you gag, pulling your hand back and turning your head to the side. The wet squelch of it hitting the floor was enough to make you gag again, vomit rising into your mouth.

It’s quiet. She’s on the ground now, her back soaking up the blood that poured. Bo’s looking at you, a twisted smile on his face as you start to sob.

“Can we go home now?”

“Aw, baby,” he raises a hand, and you flinch on reflex as he starts to pet your hair. “You can’t quit half way. I said gut her.”

You sniffle, looking at him in confusion. How the fuck were you supposed to gut her? You didn’t even know how. His face changes, he’s mad again. You didn’t even say anything this time.

He pulls his hand back, and slaps you hard. “You need me to show you how t’fuckin’ do it? Gotta do everythin’ my fuckin’ self. Goddamn useless is what you are, girl. You’re almost fuckin’ done, just take out her insides, you dumb bitch. Like this.” Bo takes your hands, and shoves them inside the woman’s stomach.

It’s wet and slimy, and you puke, choking on tears as he uses your hands to scoop out the viscera. You can’t breathe, between sobbing and vomiting. There’s blood everywhere, all over your hands and that dress Bo likes. Why does he like this dress again?

Your brain is swimming, you can’t think. You start to lean into Bo, who takes it differently than you about to pass out. You can feel the intestines moving beneath your fingers, and you dry heave. They still squirm, you remember, they’re like worms.

Black starts to fill your eyes before a harsh slap brings you back.

“I’m tired, daddy.”

“That’s shock talkin’. Keep them eyes open, girl.” Bo’s bloody hand squeezes yours, and you can’t tell what’s warmer, the body, or his hand. Both, maybe. Your hands are still inside her.

She’s empty now, you think. You don’t feel anything else, you can’t even feel your hands, can’t feel his. You push yourself away from the body, all the way back to the counter, a blood trail following you. Are you bleeding?

He’s put the large intestine on your dress, that’s where the bloods coming from. Your shaking hands throw it off you, wincing at the wet noise of it hitting the ground as Bo laughs.

“What? Don’t like my gift?”

You look at him, fear in your eyes again. Head to toe, he’s covered in blood. Looks like he played in blood rain. Looks like a wolf, standing over a sheep.

“I wanna g-go home. I do-on’t feel good,” you stutter out, hugging your knees to your chest. Bo hums, tilting his head at you. He smiles the wrong way, it’s upside down. That’s not right. His face is backwards, sideways. He’s above you, and you can’t see.

Another slap. You’re so damn tired, can’t he see that? You just want to sleep. You did what he asked, why can’t he let you sleep?

Easy access. That’s why Bo likes this dress. Easy access.

His rough hands pulled your dress up, revealing blood soaked panties. You couldn’t move, couldn’t think, couldn’t talk. Couldn’t tell him no. You were too tired for this, couldn’t he wait?

The answer is him pulling down your underwear. No, he couldn’t wait. You’re wet, but you think that’s just the blood.

It’s not, or maybe it is, with how easily two of his fingers slip inside you, curling to find that spot you know only he can hit. You hope it’s not blood.

You whimper, your hand coming up to grip his wrist. Did you want more, or did you want him to stop? Either way, it doesn’t matter. It never does, this is always for him.

“Y’feelin’ better now, huh, baby?”

“Daddy…” You whine, rolling your hips into his hand as he adds another finger. His lips ghost your neck, “Yeah…, that’s right, princess. Daddy’s here, Daddy’s gotcha.”

You were close, and you knew he felt it too. Bo knows all your tells by now. He’d never give you something without you begging for it first, so it’s no shock he removes his fingers from you, but you whine anyway.

You hear him unzip his blood-soaked jeans, pulling them down enough to free his cock. He’s hard, he’s always hard. You’re wearing the dress he likes, covered in blood. You’re not all there in the current moment, and he loves it.

He slides his dick through your folds, lubing himself before pushing into you without warning. The stretch hurts, it always does. You’re so fucking tired, but the pain keeps you from falling asleep.

You’re on the edge of sleep, so close to falling, but he keeps tugging you back with each thrust.

He kisses you, and you taste iron. Your blood, or his? The kiss is bruising, and you struggle to kiss back. Always taking, and you’re always giving. Perfect for each other, made for each other.

“I love you,” he lies. It sounds so real, you believe it. You know he loves you, you’ve always known. Tears prick your eyes, and your lips twist up in a smile.

“I love you too,” you moan, gripping the fabric of his shirt. He thinks you’re a liar, but you’re squeezing him so tight. You’ve always been confusing like that, lying to him so pretty as you clench around him. Some goddamn slut you are.

His pace picks up, your head knocking against the counter. Bo doesn’t care, he’ll hurt you worse than anything else can. No one and nothing hurts like he can.

“You gonna cum?”

You nod, whimpering. It’s too much, it always has been. Maybe it’s shock, but you feel too much of everything right now. You can’t handle it, but Bo’s always there. He’ll help.

“Go on, girl. You deserve it. You’ve done so good,” the praise is sick, and he doesn’t stop as you cum, your back arching off the bloody ground.

Bo’s close behind, fucking into you harder, throwing you harshly into overstimulation. It hurts, he’s getting deeper and now you’re sure the blood is yours. He cums with a strangled groan, his head falling forward into the crook of your neck. He nips at the flesh there, no softness without a twinge of pain.

“I love you,” you repeat, submitting yourself to exhaustion.

His faces twitches again, “I love you too, girl.”

#bo sinclair #house of wax #house of wax 2005 #my writing

[that-one-weeb-buts-its-the-main]

Being Frank Castle's Daughter in Hawkins Pt 5

Gif Caption: Top gif- Billy Russo v Frank Castle in Marvel's The Punisher, Bottom Gif- Steve Harrington in Netflix's Stranger Things

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Reader: 17-18 age range | fem reader

Characters Mentioned: Frank Castle (MCU), Loki Laufeyson (MCU), Thor Odinson (MCU), Korg (MCU), Dr.Strange (briefly, MCU), Wong (briefly, MCU), Steve Harrington (ST), Billy Hargrove (ST), Max Mayfeild (ST), Jim Hopper (briefly, ST) Joyce Byers (brefily, ST)

A/n: shorter than usual sorry

Warnings: nothing really surpised? Yeah me too

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Yeah just as you had assumed, everyone had been too in shock to even call a news company

Mostly to see Korg and his 7'7 ness

But Thor.

All the girls loved thor, all the kids loved Thor, everyone loved Thor

So it made it easier to litterally just walk away from him with your group to do whatever you wanted

"So." Y/n spoke up, "why are you all here?"

"Why are we here? Or how did we get here?" Loki questioned.

Y/n raised a brow, "Well to answer your question, Jane broke up with Thor. And now his Hammer the only thing that can get us out of this damn town. Is broken up with him too."

"Did he just say a hammer broke up-" Max started.

"Don't ask." Billy intruppted walking past the three as they walked there way down the street and into the small Arcade.

"And let me guess."

"We ticked off the wizard." Loki spoke as Y/n sighed.

"Okay. Okay this is fine."

Loki seemed to ignore Y/n entirely as she planned out what to do outloud. The arcade had become pratically empty due to Thor being out in the street. And he watched Max fish for quaters in her pockets.

"Damn it. No coins."

"No coins?" Loki questioned.

"Quaters. To play the games." Max spoke.

"And these quaters? They stay in these...boxes."

"Yeah usually till someone comes to collect them."

"They don't call me the god of mischef for anything midgardian."

And Max and Loki became friends because Loki helped her with some magic that coughed up all the quaters from one game.

Max is rich at that point

He had to conjure up bucket.

And Billy? Billy's sitting you on a stool and handing you a water he bought from a vending machine

"I mean I don't get it!" Y/n protested, "Why dump them on me! Korg I understand! He's sweet!'-"

"Aw thank you. Thats very nice of you." Korg thanked.

" But Thor!? And Loki!?" Y/n argued, "i already helped Dr.Jack off with his own fuckin problems! Why do I have to deal with it again!? And Frank!? Frank thinks I just helped him at the grocery store! Its not like its uncommon to see heros at the stores!"

"City bird." Billy tried to catch her attention

"What if something big comes!? What happens if they brought some interdimensinoal fuck up like me thats whats to kill everyone!"

"Castiglione!" Billy called again.

"Don't get me started! I'd have to deal with the Sokovia accord of course! And Tony! UGH! Don't get me started on him! And steve! Roggers not Harrington! He'd be all like "Im dispointed in you yadda yadda yadda" Like I didnt wipe the total floor with his ass! And I-"

"Y/n! Hello!" Billy finally shouted at her.

She stopped finally, "ask the rock monster you dumbass."

Y/n sighed and looked up at Korg, "You...guys didnt bring a problem with you?"

"Besides Thor's sad love life and Loki. No. I don't believe so." Korg explained a sigh a relief from Y/n, "there is one problem though: and that we have no way home."

"Y/n!" Max called running over, "Look at all the quaters!"

She had an old icecream bucket, shallow filled with quaters.

"Wanna play a game!? I'll totally floor you in street fighter! Already floored Loki."

"Trust me. Thats no real feat." Y/n told her.

"I heard that!" Loki argued.

"But Maybe Korg like to play?"

"Me?" Korg asked, "I'd love too."

Korgs too pure for this world and any other at that

You come up with and idea and hop over the counter to reach the phone all the employees are gone to meet the hero anyways.

You'll calling the one the only

Sorcerer Supreme

"Wong Speaking-"

"Wong!" Y/n spoke, "You have no idea how glad it is to hear your voice! Look Strange portaled Thor along with Loki and Korg. With no hammer. Im kinda busy trying to keep oh I dont know. A low profile. Low Profile ring a bell?

"Oh no." Wong corrected, "That was me. Call it punishment for skipping town on me."

Even now you're being punished

The line cuts and you're completely in mental agony

And your roping Max and Billy into it

Not that Max isn't happy to be roped into it though

And Billy, well Billy puts up with your shit because he loves you

But you need a cover your face so the media isn't tracking you, and so do the other two you know: regular people, god imagine being normal, how you wished to be normal sometimes

Billy and Max find a Halloween mask in the back like badasses, but can only find you a teddy bear costume head

So you bring the truck and have everyone load in the back, then go towards the mass of people happy to see such a hero and basically blow the horn out you lay it down so hard

"Get in the truck!"

"Y/-"

"Say my name and you'll be dead hammer boy! Hurry!"

the woman chase him to the truck as he jumps through the window as you floor it and drive away.

"Y/n! By the gods I love you! Thank you!"

"Yeah, Yeah, So who pissed Wong off?"

yeah it went real silent after that

Turns out Thor had been takin' this breakup thing. a lot harder than you originally thought

Also, you finally took off that stupid bear head,

"What do we do with them?" Billy asked.

"Take 'em to my house." Y/n spoke, "We can sneak them through the window."

It was a decent plan, you'd just have to tell Frank you didn't feel good and he'd leave you alone, letting you wait out the day

When you got home, everyone got out, and you asked Billy to help in bringing them to the back

You went inside, and Frank was doing some weapons cleaning

"Hey, kid."

"Hey..."

He stopped and looked up, "Everythin' alright? Home earlier than I expected."

"Yeah, just, was doin' some stuff, and started feeling like crap.."

He stood up, wiping his hands on a rag, and put his hand on her forehead

"think it might of been the sugar from last night too much."

"yeah. alright." He spoke pulling a strand of hair behind her ear, kissing her forehead, "Go get some rest."

She nodded, "yeah thanks."

Oh god, it worked, she went into her room, quickly locked the door, and rushed over to the window,

"Be quiet and be quick."

Korg happily helped everyone into the room, simply by picking them up and placing them through the window.

The only question was, how was he going to get in? He couldn't fit through the window and if he could it'd be a hell of a tight squeeze

Somehow some way he got in,

Now your rooms are filled with aliens in laments terms

You're so glad Max ad Loki had become friends and that Korg was friendly, she was able to babysit the two as they played Thor games

While Thor rambled on to you and Billy like it was some sleepover

"And then she broke up with me! well, I let her think that-" Thor spoke defensively.

"Okay one, keep your voice down. Two wow." Y/n spoke painting her nails black, "I'm so surprised."

"Exactly." Thor spoke, "If anything I broke up with her."

Billy was smoking a cigarette beside the bed, with the window opened, "Wow."

"And what is your Verdict? Billy Hargrove of Midgard, You have managed to capture the heart of the most ferocious fighter of all Midgard, and my dearest friend yet my most formidable human opponent."

"her?" Billy spoke, gesturing to Y/n with the hand his cigarette was holding, "yeah, no."

He took another puff of his cigarette.

"Am I mistaken?"

"Highly," Y/n spoke blowing on her freshly black nails.

"Nonsense," Thor spoke, "The letter you sent describes him as a-"

"And that's enough from you," Y/n spoke interrupting him, "How are the others?"

you managed to keep them hidden for the day, and when it hit's about 9:30 at night, a portal opens up randomly in your room, and in steps Dr.Strange and takes them all away.

"You're a piece of shit," Y/n spoke with crossed arms, "I know you most likely helped Wong get them through that portal."

"I know," Stephen spoke letting everyone file into the portal and out into the new york sanctum, "Guilty as charged."

"Where does this lead to?" Max asked sticking her arm in the portal.

"New York," Y/n responded looking at Billy, "Don't try it."

"Fuck you."

"When and where?"

"Nice to see you haven't changed." Stephen spoke, "We could use you back in New York you know. A room at the Sanctum always has your name on it. Plus I can't handle any of these new kids running around New York- especially Parker."

Y/n nodded with a chuckle, "You know I want to come back."

"Doors open." He spoke.

"Yeah." Y/n spoke, "I think needs are different than wants. And I think I'm needed here."

He nodded holding his hand out as they shook: "I know the feeling all to well."

And then he left leaving the three in the now quiet room

"What the hell." Billy argued slapping Y/n on the back of the head, "Im needed here? That was your ticket out of here dumbass."

"I told you I'd take you though, didn't I?"

God he fucking hates how much he loves you

You luckily are able to sneak out and drive them home.

You're pretty sure at this point though, with all the sneaking Frank knows

He's just usually too high alert to not know

But you had a good day, even though it was long and tirind just to go to bed immediately and missing the daily call from Steve

He knows your busy but you usually always pick up even if you end up telling him your busy and hanging up.

He gets in trouble for it. Why? Because they're at another dinner, and his moms trying to have him make friends with some of her friends daughter

But no. He's standing by the phone calling you for the second time.

But still no answer. He's already mentally planned that he's gonna go see if your okay tommrow

Ah yes. Tommrow

The next day for you would be uh. Eventful in the morning.

Especially when you're up and Frank's not up

Thats always been werid

And fucking in walks Joyce Byers in Pajama's

Excuse me? And why the fuck did she just walk out of Franks room

They were too stunned to speak

"Uh...Hi...Ibuprofen please, if you have any to spare." She asked sweetly

"Uh...I mean....yeah." y/n spoke, still in shock, "Yeah! Yeah! Uh! Let me look..."

You give her some and a glass of water you were originally pouring for herself

She then says she'll go, and thank you again, but you tell her akwardly she can stay, bur she says shes gonna go anyways and contuines to thank you

What the f u c k just happened

And then in comes Frank like nothing happened

Do you engage? Do you not?

You do pour both of you ceral,

Atleast cornflakes made things a bit better

Still do you ask

"So." Frank spoke, "What did the Avenger's want with you?"

Fuck he knows

"There dealing with Hard times." Y/n spoke, "Im expecting the woman that just walked out wanted the same from you? Is that like a one time thing? Or? Should I insolate my walls just in case?"

Oh

He almost spit out his ceral when you said that

Two can play this game

Luckily Steve saves the day, when he knocks on the door

"Oh Hey." Y/n spoke bowl in hand, "Whats up?"

"Uh. I called last night and you didn't answer." He spoke, "Got...worried."

Y/n smiled, "Yeah sorry. I ended up having a long day."

He laughed, "Yeah, I heard about that superhero came to town. Bet you were busy with him."

Y/n was silent, "wait. Was he really here to see you?"

"More of less." Y/n spoke.

"Are you two...ya know?" Steve asked quietly.

"What?" Y/n asked walking out the door as Y/n closed it behind her.

"Dating-"

"Ew!" Y/n protested.

"I don't know!" He defended, "Thats not why I came here!"

"What's it then?" Y/n asked

"I came to see if you were okay." He spoke, "now i see that was stupid especially if you were hanging out with a fricken Avenger."

"You'd be surpised what shit they put me through." She smiled, causing him to smile and hold a laugh in "was that Harrington?"

"...yeah.. yeah." He spoke rocking back and forth Y/n standing up with now an empty bowl ready to go back inside, "actually."

"Yeah?"

"How about we go." Steve spoke.

"Go? Go Where?" Y/n asked.

"You've been in Hawkins yet still havent seen any of the good spots." Steve started, "I could. Take you around...if you know. If you want. Just me and you. If you're cool with that! Ya know..."

"Hm? Yeah that sounds great." Y/n smiled, "let me get dressed and say bye to my dad. You can come in if you want."

Steve's litterally throwing the biggest party in his head

Even you said not to worry he's still worried after all that shit his mom pulled

He's real glad when you say yes to him

He may be too excited

Frank says hi to Steve and they talk while he waits on you

When you ready to go, Frank tells you remember Matt's coming tomorrow and even pitches the idea of dinner to Steve, a retry without his parents: really just without his mom

Steve nervously agrees to it

And then the two of you leave

He's talkin nonstop, mostly trying to keep you entertained and impressed

"The best parts of Hawkins arent even town there out in the middle of no where. Ya knoe Nature and shit. But theres cool things in town." He explained, "what do you wanna do first?"

Y/n shrugged, "Whatever makes it the easiest to see everything."

So he takes you around town first, showing you all his favorite shops and such, and even points out a fair fyler, that's be opened the 30th and then ongoing for the season of Fall

You've never really been to a fair, Frank steers clear of them

But he continues to take you around: enjoying the alone time with you.

You've guys got lemonades in hand as you both walk, he's staring at your free hand hanging between the two of you

"So uh." Steve spoke up, "Got anyone..special. back in the big apple?"

"Define special." Y/n joked.

Steve chuckled knew if about her run ins with hero's, "you know...you like anybody?"

"Well of course. All my friends are back there." Y/b spoke.

"Yeah. Yea...but like. Like. Anyone?" He asked they getting in the car, "dating, perhaps..."

"Oh." Y/n spoke following him, "I mean. I got close one time...It didn't work out."

They closed the doors behind them, "Oh. I. Im sorry I asked."

"No no its okay."

"Hey. Take it from me. Guys can be dicks." Steve tried to cheer up.

Y/n smiled, "not this one."

Steve frowned, Y/n seemed to really like this guy, "right person, Wrong time. It happens alot."

"Not enough time." Y/n spoke, "There wasnt enough."

Steve went silent, as he drove,"I. Im sorry bringin up bad memories and all."

"No. No its alright." Y/n spoke, "It's in the past."

He nodded, "Just. Know that Im here. For anything. I want to help, ya know? I really, really-"

He stopped himself, "I wanna. Y/n I."

"You don't have to tell me."

"I. I want to! I know I do." Steve argued with himself, "I just. Dont wanna loose you ya know."

He took a right, "Loose me to what Steve?"

"I don't know: Anything. Everything." He took a deep breathe parking the car in a make shift lot in the woods, "All I know is that. I...really do...like you. Like. Alot. You're funny, and cool, and...your an ass kicker."

He laughed, Y/n joining him, "and. I just know. That your a good person. So. Thank you. Hah. Yeha thank you for sticking around Hawkins hair prince."

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[rose-and-thorn-fanfics]

Hi love, could it be possible to request an Eric x reader where he didn’t die at the end so he’s just kinda out roaming and helping people when one night he ends up saving the readers life and it kinda grows from there? He becomes a protective and loving bodyguard/lover to the reader and if you want you can add some smut but fluff is always welcome. Thanks love ❤️❤️

Sure! Here you go! I did the best that I can :) lmk via ask box if you wanna stay anonymous whether you like it or not! I can always add or change anything! Im going to assume you mean a femme reader. I’ll release a part 2 tomorrow so keep an eye out. I would’ve put it all in one part but it was too long.

“I’m Only Happy When It Rains” Pt. 1 (Eric Draven x Reader) tw, attempted sa

Eric Draven wandered the streets of downtown Detroit. The few trees lining the walk to the graveyard were barren, their branches gnarled, like dark arms reaching up into the evening sky. He didn’t mind the cold. He was numb to it (perhaps one of the side effects of being undead). He paused, leaning against a shadowed brick wall. The crow landed on his shoulder. Pulling a pack of cigarettes from his tattered coat’s pocket, he struggled to light one as the steady rain became a harsh downpour.

CRASH. BANG. BANG. He dropped the pack of cigarettes, turning swiftly and witnessing the commotion inside the small dimly lit jewelry shop down the street. The crow cawed, jumping off his shoulder and flapping wildly above him in alarm. Eric ran in that direction, dodging a silver car speeding towards him. He pushed the slightly ajar door open with his hands and was met immediately by three men inside the shop, two of them with guns pointed at him. One was holding a distressed woman down against the metal counter.

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Y/n struggled against the grip of the foul smelling man holding her down. Blood dripped from her bruised lip as the criminal thrust her head down against the counter again.

“I told you the little lady won’t cooperate. She needs to be taught a lesson, don’t ya think, Greg?” The man said to one of the other criminals who was currently gathering cash from the safe they’d broken open.

“Ah who cares about the cunt. Let’s just get the money and goods before anyone calls the cops.” A third younger man chimed in nervously fingering his gun.

“Nobody’s gonna call the fuckin’ police force over a little shop like this, anyhow.” The leader assured them.

Tears blurred Y/n’s vision as she writhed and screamed in protest, the man holding her down started trying to undress her.

CRASH. BANG. BANG. One of the other men shot open a glass display case full of wedding rings.

Suddenly, the door swung open, letting in cold rain, and more significantly, a man and his crow. All three criminals turned swiftly, and Y/n took this new distraction as a chance to kick the man holding her down in the balls. The man howled, letting go and clutching his crotch. She dove forward and rushed towards the door only to be grabbed by one of the other robbers. Y/n felt the cold barrel of a gun press against the side of her head. She squeezed her eyes shut wishing she could just disappear.

“Eyyy! Looks like we have company!” The younger man said. “Well if it isn’t Detroit’s favorite man of vengeance.” Greg said, grinning maniacally. The other two men waved the guns threateningly in the direction of where the dark figure stood.

Y/n opened her eyes. ‘Detroit’s favorite man of…vengeance? Could it truly be Eric Draven himself?’ She thought as she observed the tall figure in the tattered leather trench coat step into the light. Seeing his face under the flickering LED lights glow confirmed her suspicions. The grim yet mysterious face paint was unmistakable. Eric Draven indeed. She watched in silent awe as he walked straight up to the guns pointed at him, unfazed. Lunging towards them he grabbed one man’s arm, redirecting its aim at the other man and forcing him to shoot the other criminal repeatedly, then snapping the man’s neck who’s gun he had been using.

Greg (still holding Y/n) tightened his arm around her neck until she started to suffocate, now pointing his gun at Eric. Seeing this, Eric ran towards them, ignoring the bullets ripping through his flesh (as each promptly healed by some inexplicable power). Y/n started seeing stars as the mans grip got tighter and tighter. Grabbing a large shard of glass from the shattered display case, Eric Draven threw it towards Greg, and like a throwing knife it pierced his throat with absolute precision. Y/n felt the splatter of Greg’s blood on her cheek, his grip loosened until he stumbled backwards and collapsed, choking on his own blood.

Y/n gasped, regaining her balance and filling her lungs with precious oxygen. “Y-You…. Thank you…” Y/n finally managed. Eric approached her slowly, offering her his arm for support as she found her strength. She gladly took it. His crow swooped in, perching on one of the coat racks.

“It’s no trouble.” Eric said humbly. Then he noticed the cuts and bruises on Y/n’s lips. “You’re bleeding!” His eyes darkened with regret. “I’m sorry I didn’t come sooner.” He leaned in, lifting his hands and gently wiping away the blood that was trickling down Y/n’s chin. His touch was tender and reassuring, much to Y/n’s surprise (after seeing how absolutely violent Eric Draven could be).

“Can I walk you home…?” He paused, waiting for her to fill in her name.

“It’s Y/n. And actually I was just about to ask you if you wouldn’t mind doing that…” she blushed, staring up at his dark makeup. Y/n hated to admit it but she had always been fascinated by the tales she heard of Eric Draven and his crow. Not to mention tall men in makeup was a definite turn on for her.

Eric walked Y/n home, arm around her shoulder protectively. Every once and a while he’d ask her where to turn, or slow down and check in on her. Finally, they made it to her apartment complex (which was rather nice for downtown Detroit).

“It’s here.” Y/n said. “Do you want to…. come in?”

Eric arched an eyebrow, surprised at her offer. But he found himself agreeing automatically. “You should be more careful though, at least in the future…” he said, as they entered the lobby and climbed the stairs to the second floor.

Y/n unlocked the door to her room. And let him inside. “Why? Letting a complete stranger in my apartment?”

“It’s true. You don’t know me. What if I were to do something terrible to you?” Eric cautioned.

Y/n whirled around abruptly and leaned very close to Eric Draven’s face. “But you wouldn’t, would you? You’re not that kind of guy.” She said playfully. Then she stood on her toes, so she could reach his face better and she planted a quick kiss on his cheek.

Eric blinked, completely shocked, but a bit amused too. “What was that for?” He said, smirking.

“That’s my way of saying thank you.” Y/n said sweetly. “Would you like some wine?”

TO BE CONTINUED (very soon)….

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[jaaklops]

IM UP! finally amirite

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“For the last time, Eddie, no. You are not driving. You cannot drive. You’re fucking hammered, man,” Robin says as she picks Eddie up by the shoulders once again, opens up the left side passenger door and tries to shove him in. 

Eddie elbows her away, stumbles to the driver’s door, nearly collapses halfway there, and slurs in response, “Y’can’t fuckin’ tell me what ta do, Buckley. ‘M a free man. This’s my car! I’m the only one who drive’zit. Me.”

Robin shakes her head and takes Eddie by the shoulders again. “Not right now you aren’t. Now get in the car. You’ll thank me later when you wake up in the morning with just a hangover instead of a broken skull because of drunk driving—can either of you two help me over here?” She calls to Steve and Nancy, voice strained and pleading. She looks over to them. Nancy is holding an unlit cigarette between her fingers. She doesn’t even smoke. 

“Steve?” Robin tries again. “Nance?”

“Nope, Rob, I think you can handle that one on your own,” Steve replies encouragingly, sending her two thumbs up and a bright smile. Nancy smiles at her and chuckles. Robin only sighs and rolls her eyes, and finally succeeds in pushing Eddie into the car, all while trying (and failing) to ignore the butterflies fluttering in her stomach. His whining continues even after she closes the door.

Steve says, “See? You did it.”

“Shut up. You’re the worst,” Robin responds, then sticking her tongue out at him.

“Actually, I think I’m the best.” Steve ruffles her hair. “You’re just a hater.”

She lets out a huff. “Yeah, of you.”

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#ronancetober #ronancetober 2023 #ronance #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #stranger things #nancy x robin #steve harrington #eddie munson #fanfiction #when will ao3 user swoquix stop using phoebe bridgers lyrics for titles? #that is yet to be known

[samantha-rae-velcher]

"Give me your hand!"

Aaron x Fem reader

Requested by: @sunnysidesidra thank you for requesting ❤️

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of blood, Aaron (cuz why not!?), Brief spice.

A/n: I got some negative comments when I posted up what I like to call an ask board. It's where I put pictures of characters and and ask which one you'd like. Aaron was on one of my TWD ask boards and someone didn't like the fact that I was only writing him with a Fem reader. Im not Gay nor do I have any insight on the matter. I do not wish to offend anyone if I get something wrong. For that I've been called Homophobic, call me what you will. Im not hostile towards the LGBTQ+ community, nor do I wish them to be hostile to me. Ross Marquand isn't gay, so I'm not writing him with a male character. Enjoy the story ❤️

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"Rick!" Y/n yelled from the porch. "Aaron and I are going on a run! We'll be back before sun down, alright!?"

"You two be safe!" Rick yelled back from his place on the roof.

Aaron and Y/n met at the gate, where Jesus let them out. Saying their goodbyes and stay safes and don't be too longs, they took off down the the road. Aaron took y/n's hand and gently swung her arm back and forth, she let out a giggle and began to skip.

"Are you gonna start singing We're off to see the wizard?" He asked.

She let out a laugh. looking up at the clouds above, she watched a bird fly overhead and land in a nearby tree.

"What were you like before all this?" He asked.

"I was on my fifth year of collage, I was studying architectural design. I had five years left when this all went to shit. I was a little timid, I got pretty nervous around people I didn't know. I didn't have a boyfriend, I lived in Springfield Illinois but I went down to Atlanta for vacation then the world got fucked up the ass, and I met Rick in a tank in the middle of the city."

"A tank?" He asked, sounding shocked.

"Yeah. Then Glenn had to save our asses. That Korean was a good guy. Can you believe he was delivering pizzas before all this?"

"Christ." Aaron cursed.

The two walked in silence for a good 20 mins, just enjoying the sound of the birds and the sound of each other's footsteps. The peaceful moment ended when they heard rather aggressive voices nearby.

"Y/n, get down!" He wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her behind a building.

He had her caged against the wall, she could feel his breath on her neck. The voices got louder as the men entered the house they were currently hiding behind.

"Aaron, what do we do? They don't sound very friendly." She said.

Meanwhile they could hear one of the men grunting and bitching at the other side of the wall.

"Why can't there be women around here?" The man yelled to the others. "I haven't see a woman in months!"

"No shit! You think they'd come around you with your skunk smellin self!?"

There was a slam that sounded right behind Y/n's head, making her yelp. Aaron clamped his hand over her mouth and shushed her.

There was silence at the other side of the wall, Aaron attempted to calm Y/n down by gently stoking her hair back.

"It's okay." He whispered.

"Did you guys hear that? Or am I just fuckin crazy?"

"Hear what?"

"I don't fuckin know! I hit the wall and I heard a scared screech come from outside."

"Go check it out."

Aaron then grabbed Y/n's arm and ran as fast as he could away from the house. They stopped for a breather when they got far enough away.

"Holy shit!" Y/n said, gasping for breath. "That was close!"

"Come on, the place is about a mile or two from here." He yelled to her as he began trudging up the road.

They made it to what looked like a broken down shack. Y/n stood out front obviously not impressed.

"Oh! Wow! It's a fuckin mansion!" She gave Aaron a look that said "Wtf is this?"

"Hey, honey. Just give it a chance." He said putting his hands up.

They went inside and Y/n headed for the kitchen, she took off her back pack and set it down on the counter. She start to raid the cupboards while Aaron was marveling the woodwork in the living room.

"You gonna help?" She asked.

He walked in and started looking through the large cabinet next to the fridge, he grabbed out some cans of food and a case of water. Y/n stopped when she heard a walker in the next room.

"There's dead in here." She whispered.

"We'll get them when we go into that room."

He tossed her a can of Campbell's chicken soup and winked at her.

"So, what was all that?"

"What was all what?" He asked.

"You know, getting me up against the house wall instead of running."

Aaron smirked and slowly walked over to her, trapping her against that counter. He leaned closer and whispered in her ear.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Oh but I think you do." She ran her hands up his chest, pressing her lips to his. Aaron began kissing down her neck, slowly unbuttoning her top as he did."

A walker entered the kitchen making Aaron stop what he was doing and stab it in the head, sending blood gush all over the right side of y/n.

"Oh! Yummy! I love that for me!" She yelled.

"Maybe we should finish this at home, huh?"

"Yeah, that'd be best."

They walked down the hallway and entered what used to be the master bedroom. The floor was creaking and the sound of the dead came from below.

"Aaron?"

"I hear them."

Y/n took a step back but the floor boards broke in half, she looked up at him with fear in her eyes.

"A-Aaron.."

"Y/n, it's okay. Just give me your hand."

She reached out for him but one more creak sounded before the boards beneath her caved in.

Aaron ran to where she fell and knelt down next to the hole. Y/n was hanging onto a pipe that was just barely wanting to hold her.

"Y/n!"

She looked underneath her, about seven or eight walkers were below and the basement was filled with water.

"Hold on!" He yelled.

A walker grabbed her foot and attempted to bite her ankle but she pulled away and kicked it in the head.

The sudden movement made one of the braces holding the pipe snap, her grip was slipping and she was ready to fall.

Aaron reached out to her, his arm out stretched. Another walker tried to bite at her legs but she pulled away again. Making her slip further down the pipe.

"AH! Aaron!"

"Give me your hand!"

She reached out for him, their fingers finally grazed when the boards creaked again and Aaron fell through, bringing the whole floor down with him. (him and his fat ass 🤣 jk)

They both landed into the water with a splash. Aaron came back up immediately, attacking the walkers that surrounded them. He took them all down with ease, looking around through the clouded water y/n was no where to be seen. He then spotted something red over in the corner of the basement, it was floating to the surface of the water. He went over to inspect.....blood.

He took a dive and pulled Y/n out, her back was bleeding perfusely, he dragged her to the steps and carried her out of the house. He managed to stop the bleeding but her wound needed stitches, he was worried she wouldn't make it. On top of that the sun was going down.

It took him a while but he finally found a piece of shit car that sounded like it was in need for a mechanic. He set her in the passenger side seat and prayed the vehicle would start.

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"Wake up....Y/n, honey." Aaron's voice sounded distant. She slowly opened her eyes and Aaron's, Rick's, Daryl's, and Carol's faces all came into view

Y/n kinda jumped at how close they were.

"Jesus Christ!" She said. "Could you get any closer there?"

"Your back in the land of the living." Gabriel said from across the room.

"What happened?" Y/n asked.

Aaron sat beside her while the others finally backed off.

"All in good time." Rick said.

Aaron gripped her hand like she was gonna disappear, he brought it up to his lips and planted a kiss on her knuckles.

"We nearly lost you. If I hadn't gotten that car to start, you wouldn't be here right now." He whispered.

Rick leaned against the bed post, squinted his eyes and furrowed his brows. (Ladies you know the face)

"What's the last thing you remember?" He asked.

"I remember Aaron trying to grab my hand to help me up, but the floor caved in and we both hit the water. I felt a splitting pain in my back and I blacked out."

Aaron nodded and wrapped an arm around her.

"I fought off the walkers and pulled you out of the basement."

Y/n rested her head on Aaron's shoulder, then looked over at Rick.

"I'm sorry I didn't make it back before sun down....dad!" She said sarcastically.

Rick shook his head and chuckled.

"That's it, Y/n! I won't stand for this anymore!"

Everyone in the room let out a couple of good hardy laughs. Rick slapped his hand down on her bed post and pointed at her.

"Get some rest."

Everyone but Aaron left, he stayed by her side holding her to him.

"I'm so sorry I let that happen." He whispered.

"It's not your fault. You tried to save me and you did." She pulled him in for a hug. "Im alive aren't I?"

"Yeah."

"Then get over here and finish what we started in that house."

THE END ❤️

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TLT UPDATE!! BEFORE I GO TO BED

(gods im so tired...)

@vincentaureliuslin @tatsumisheep3

no photos today so heres my cat :P

OPENING NIGHT!!! it went super well!!!!! (i think)

it was PA night so the understudys were percy and annabeth and they killed it!!!!!! :DDDD

also my director gave me a compliment today so im in a good mood (it was somethin along the lines of "you finally did a good job as cerberus" but ill take what i can get...) (i still have beef with him but.. whatever....)

its crazy how fast this show is going and that itll all be over after sunday,, but also i am SO tired bc we literally spend more time at school than at home this week :(

also getting a lotta acne bc im not used to wearing this much make up every day :P

but hey at least ill get to rest a teeny bit on the weekend (just in the morning TwT bc we have matinees)

also my parents and some of my friends are comin tomorrow so they BETTER FUCKIN BUY ME CANDY (i really really really want candygrams... one of the stage managers got like 4 boxes of candy i am so jealous...)

also also also we did the legacy robe last night before preview night and my friend (and mother /ij) got it :DDDD very happy for her

um um um i felt like i had more to say but idk this is already a lot and i cant remember things im kinda tired :P

oh i finally got my camper necklace!!! the beads were missing for like a week but they were just on the table in the costuming room... anyway my friend made it for me during tech class bc shes so so sooo sweet <3 (while i was in math trying to force my friend to study... *stares at neeks* /aff) i got four beads that kinda almost make the ace flag!! (black for tech, silver for the fall play, light blue for this show, and purple for my grade)

idk if i explained it before but all of our necklaces represent how much theater we've done,,, bc its kinda like how long we've been at camp. theres a bead for each grade based on our class colors, and the tlt bead, so everyone gets at least 2. theres also beads for each of the past musicals and plays at school, and a black bead if youve done tech, and a white bead if youve done leadership :D some of the seniors have like most of their necklace filled because of how many shows theyve done

heres another cat pic to keep you engaged and reading this /hj

also also also many many thanks to my wonderful actor and tech friends i would not survive without them (especially thanks to tech bc they have to put up with us actors... /hj) its poseidon's actors first show i think and they have a LOT of quick changes so their section of the rack is,,, kind of a mess. also the lamp for the oracle scene has broken multiple times i think already... and i already left my make up bag out yesterday and my watch in the cubbies today TwT we are a hot mess

my graphic design teacher was acting today :D (the farmer in drive is a teacher role, and they switch out every night) and i love him being so absolutely perplexed by the energy circle before show :333

also i remembered to put setting powder on for the first time,,, and... i forgot that my mom is SO much paler than me TwT (i was very washed out...) so ill probably stick to spray for the rest of the week :P

sorry i really am rambling tonight...

ok i will probably hopefully do at least one more update after strike on sunday!! (depending on how tired i am,, i might just curl up on the floor and sleep after the sunday show actually...) unless something goes horribly wrong,,, then ill probably post about it too

good night!! i need to collapse in bed and try to save up enough energy for tomorrows show :3

have a wonderful day/night and remember to hydrate! (or you'll die straight...)

#marble musings #tlt update