#bc now my uncle is like We Absolutely Need to Tell Someone About this bc we fucking Do she shouldn’t have to deal with that at her job
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No one talks about shit all in this family
#Alex if you see this Do Not mention it in the groupchat bc idk wtf is confidential and what isn’t#but Tf??? my uncle calls me and informs ME that my little sister moved out of my dads bc they got into a fight over her having to pay rent#(among other things)#and that was LAST WEEKEND and just no one mentions it to me#like girlypop I love you but you are 18 and work full time you can give your father who can barely keep the house afloat as it is some rent#AND she’s mad at me bc SOMEONE ELSE told me aunt who told my uncle about the guy who sexually harrased her at work#bc now my uncle is like We Absolutely Need to Tell Someone About this bc we fucking Do she shouldn’t have to deal with that at her job#but she says it’s ‘embarrassing’ and that he can’t be help accountable bc he has dementia and doesn’t know what he’s doing#and yeah that’s so fair don’t lock the guy up but at the very least she needs to have at least one other person w her when she’s w him#like bestie I know he’s old and has dementia but that doesn’t mean he still can’t harm yo#maybe he himself isn’t trying to be evil but tnay doesn’t mean he isn’t capable of it#anyways begging my family (my sister) to deal with her shit and see a therapist or smth bc this is wack#that*
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PICTURED: Reverie moments before burning down Futaba's uncle's house.
I love how this game has flipped me from "i'm not cool with killing Kamoshida" to "i'm gonna slash tires of everyone who even looks at Sojiro funny"
AND THAT IS A PRACTICAL LESSON IN WHY PERSONAL JUSTICE IS FLAWED, TIP YOUR WAITERS
Morgana has a dream/nightmare/vision of his Shadow Self, who is also cat-shaped. Which, one, Morgana popping a Shadow right now would make so much sense tbh given his issues.
Two, he is so fucking distressed about this.
THIS IS SO FUCKING SAD. Morgana, I am on your side, bruh, this sucks so much. Morgana is trying to keep cool but is asking probing questions about if Reverie would still accept him if he was some kind of creature and just.
I feel for Morgana so much, idgaf, come at me.
/breathes out slowly
almost done with Moon. almost done. one more level up and we're DONE with Mishima.
OH. BEE TEE DUBS.
Mishima adds a feature to the Phansite where people can nominate victims for the Thieves. And yeah I said victims, because this is absolutely fucked eight ways to sunday, this is so beyond the pale, why are you SUCH an idiot, Mishima?!
if the Thieves end up hitting someone purely bc their won a popularity poll on the fucking site i s2g
MY PATIENCE FOR RYUJI
IS LITERALLY
AT ZERO.
I cannot fucking deal with how much I want to kick him out of the group, I am screaming inside. If there was a summary of "bad reasons to be a vigilante" he's using it as a fucking checklist.
it is only the process of Reverie being adopted by the Sakuras that is getting me through the darkness right now. Sojiro, I formally apologize for making fun of you at the start of this liveblog, you and Yusuke are the only people I can rely on right now. Please yes I would like some sushi, can I have a tekka don.
THAT IS MY LITTLE SISTER FOLKS
playing this fucking game is like being beaten with a whiffle ball bat and then being handed one (1) treat, over and over
Futaba did such a good job at the beach that she.... does what all people with weird brain stuff do, and we take one victory and immediately overexert ourselves and fuck up the next thing. Like, FOR REAL, relatable, I have BEEN THERE, i was there in the past TWO WEEKS baby.
So Futaba needs back-up in her journey to relearn how to exist int he world, and Reverie is raring to go.
I love her.
lmao the cut to Sae like "HM REPORTS CLAIM THAT YOU ACQUIRED A OLDER BROTHER-LY DEMEANOR BEGINNING IN THE MONTH OF AUGUST. CARE TO EXPLAIN YOURSELF???? BITCH?"
yeah obvsly
back in My Favorite Confidant Link, Kawakami actually calls Reverie in to tell him the exciting news, that she stood up for herself and told the Takases' she wasn't going to pay them anymore and was going to quite her side job to return to her passion for teaching.
Which: thrilling. So happy for her.
AND THEN THE TAKASES SHOW UP.
yanno. it's interesting that the game flat out says "sex worker" I was not anticipating that level of clarity about Kawakami. and given even modern standards and attitudes towards SWers, I'm relieved to see that the Villains of this story are the ones trying to use her status as a sex worker to ruin her life. Because, yeah, that's villainous behavior, Persona! I'm glad we agree on this.
Yeah fuck subtlety tbh, let's wreck these fools. They'll be lucky if Reverie only steals their hearts.
ALSO:
I THINK SHE KNOWS
i also think sojiro knows but that's neither here nor there. Sojiro has proven he can be extremely subtle.
oh the Big Bads are gonna kill the principal aren't they
they're gonna do the mental shutdown on him for being a failure, that's why he's so scared huh
bye bye i guess??????
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Don’t be surprised when you start losing a lot of followers for being an anti
Why do you care so much abt other people’s ships anyways
BAHAHAHAHAHA UR FUNNY LETS TEAR YOU APART SHALL WE?
What a vain and shallow assumption you are under for believing that I care about how many followers I have. I do not care for the quantity of my followers, only the quality💀 but I have well over 1K followers and they keep growing if you are worried or something💀💀
And why do I care about other people's ships? Well, I'd love to support my mutuals's ships because I think they're cute but since the context is me being an "anti" I assume you are talking about people who enjoy incestuous, pedophilic, and/or large age gap ships?
Because they are absolutely insane and dangerous to those who are easy to manipulate who most of the time are minors? What a ridiculous world we live in that someone is confused on why you shouldn't be glorifying incest or pedophilia.
Pro-shipping is absolutely the most chronically online take I've ever seen in my damn life.
Like few years ago, there was this post where the op wrote "William x Mimosa" and "Fuego x Noelle" I remember the Fuego x Noelle thing being a misunderstanding but my god was that blog torn apart. Where is that energy now folks?
"It's only fiction! I want to explore these dynamics in fiction!"
Absolutely! I encourage exploring taboo concepts in fiction! But you are portraying it as something bad, right? Right?
Of course you are not!
Racism, homophobia, pedophilia, incest are all what? Say it with me: Bad.
I am not saying that people who write about them are bad, but the concepts themselves are not stuff you endorse. You don't need me to explain why they're all bad right? But if you live under a rock or in fairyland where nothing ever bad happens, let me explain.
Racism hurts people. Physically and mentally.
Homophobia hurts people. Physically and mentally.
Pedophilia hurts children. Physically and mentally.
Incest hurts children and adults. Physically and mentally.
I write about all of these topics in my fics but never have I once portrayed them in a good light. I don't pretend to ship or endorse any incest or pedophilic relationships I write. I don't portray racist and homophobic characters as good people. I write how much it hurts to be in those positions. I write about the confusion, the betrayal, the pain.
And what do I see proshippers doing on my dash? Fucking glorifying it.
I used to think, that's their thing, let them enjoy it but then I realized: There is a good reason why we shut down racists and homophobes and don't allow them safe spaces, why do we allow the same for people who FANTASIZE about disgusting things and put them on the internet.
Wake up to reality. Your behavior will make parents hide their children from you.
"What is fictious does not apply to reality!"
Are you serious my guy? Joining a fandom changed my life. Stanning Julius made me a better artist, writer, and made me more motivated to study quantum mechanics. My professors and my thesis advisors literally know of Julius because of me💀 I care so much about thinking about the underlying themes of BC and any other fiction I consume and see how it challenges my beliefs and my way of thinking. You may not consume fiction the way I do! But it most definitely affects reality💀
If you want a historical example, Harriet Beecher Stowe's "Uncle Tom's Cabin" converted many people to abolitionism because it brought attention to the horrible conditions of slavery.
And I can give you many, many, many examples about how fiction affects reality. But not in a one to one ratio. Just because I play COD or MW2 does not mean I want to pick up a gun and start shooting my friends.
"It is my coping mechanism for my trauma!"
Then book an appointment to a psychiatrist and tell them about this pro-shipping. See how that conversation would go down. Find a healthy coping mechanism. Nobody in their right mind endorses self-harm through unhealthy coping mechanisms.
To end it off, I'll say what I've said earlier,
What a luxury it must be to fantasize about incest, pedophilia and other BS like that in a positive manner when it is a nightmarish reality to many people.
I come from an ethnic culture where this is all so normal and the cycle of abuse continues. I don't want to talk about how it personally affected me because it is personal but, seek help. If you cannot, find healthy coping mechanisms. Pour all your pain out into art and writing if you must, but don't pretend for a second that it is good.
#anon#absolutely bonkers how people say this stuff LMAOO#thx for whispering🥰#tw proshitter#tw proshippers
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Pugsley Addams headcanons
Sequel to my Morticia post! Also, my boy does NOT get enough love and I enjoyed the new series but they did him SO dirty so I’m here to rectify it. Tim Burton can kiss my ass
(This is gonna be based on the ‘60s show mostly, with some stuff from the ‘90s movies and the musical bc that’s the AF stuff I like the most. Also it’ll have absolutely no structure because I don’t need to give him a backstory like I did for Morticia)
So first off, this isn’t a headcanon but it is a quote from season one episode ten of the sitcom (and it’s on youtube if you don’t believe me):
Morticia: We might have to call the P-O-L-I-C-E.
Pugsley: You mean the fuzz?
Morticia: What is the fuzz?
Pugsley: The bulls!
Gomez: Thought you had him there, didn’t you?
So yeah there’s that
That attitude towards authority definitely continues into when he’s a teenager
(I mean it’s the early seventies, who are we kidding)
Between that and his penchant for explosives, Pugsley makes a lot of really cool friends and gets into a lot of trouble in school
Morticia is NOT pleased
“It’s one thing to set off a bomb, sweetheart, but cutting class is a completely different matter!”
“But mooooooooooooooooom-”
Pugsley likes to act cool but he’s very much a mama’s boy
There’s not much he enjoys more than helping Morticia out in the kitchen or the greenhouse
He also really likes hanging out with Grandmamma (this one is canon in the musical and it’s FANTASTIC)
She loves helping her grandson out with the occasional illegal activity
Also she always has candy and Pugsley’s the only one who knows about it
Uhhh let’s see
Pugsley’s dyslexic!
He has a lot of trouble in school because of it, especially because this is the seventies so people don’t always take him seriously
(Idk a lot about dyslexia so I can’t really elaborate but I should tell you this headcanon was courtesy of my mom)
He also gets really tall during high school
By the time he’s eighteen he’s almost as tall as Morticia
He’s just a really big dude
A really big dude who actually has no idea how to fight
Gomez tried to teach him to swordfight in middle school and it failed miserably
They stopped after he broke a sword and Gomez almost cried
Again, he much prefers explosives anyway
One time I saw someone headcanon that Pugsley has pyrokinetic powers and I am FULLY on board with this
In the post about Morticia that I made, I said something about her family all having some kind of magic (whereas the Addamses themselves are mostly just plain humans who act really fucking strange)
Anyway, Pugsley ends up with magic, Wednesday doesn’t
He tries to be a good big brother and not make a big deal out of it, but he can’t help but be a little smug
Mainly because Wednesday does so much better in school than he does, and he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t a bit jealous
The rest of his family is also full of really accomplished people, so Pugsley actually feels like he falls short a lot
So the magic thing is a Big Deal to him
Anyway he has pyrokinesis (fire + explosive powers)!
They figure it out when he’s about fourteen, but he’s been drawn to that stuff his whole life so nobody was really surprised
The whole family was proud, but Uncle Fester was ecstatic
Once he finishes high school, Pugsley basically starts doing magic as a part-time job
There are a surprising amount of people who will pay for an explosion, but it’s legally dubious at best and he’s an adult now so he’s more likely to face consequences
So he ends up being a bartender at some weird-looking tavern and he actually loves it
Pugsley gets a lot more laid-back as he gets older, and he’s able to become friends with a lot of different kinds of people
The weirder the better- the real kooks just make him feel more at home :)
Btw when I say he’s laid-back that ABSOLUTELY does not mean he won’t do schemes from time to time. My boy is a practical joker at heart and no amount of adulthood can change that
Also when I say friends I do only mean friends bc Pugsley is aro! I am definitely not projecting!
Specifically he’s aroallo + straight and not quite sure about gender
For a while Morticia is kind of annoying about it (“so when are you going to get a girlfriend?”) but he explains to her that that’s not what he wants and she’s okay with it
They stay really close as they get older :)
This wasn’t as long but I can’t think of any more so here: @acesophiewalten @itwasmyweddingday @lucasbeinekehonorarygoth for you guys! We need more Pugsley content in the world is what I’m saying with this
#Soph’s posts#addams family#addams family headcanons#pugsley addams#Pugsley Addams headcanons#Pugsley#Pugsley headcanons#Jean tag#Ebony tag
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Riverdale Thoughts: 3x06
PEEP SHOW! Please, I am the Barchiest of stans so like yes to all of it. Anyway, thoughts.
Jughead is not interesting to me rn if he's not with Veronica and since that's currently over... (Also like I better see him kiss Ethel properly at least ONCE omg before Tabitha comes back ofc bc Tabitha)
What I wouldn't give to have a window's view into Archie Andrew's bedroom wow
50's Archie is honestly the best Archie, it's so good
Betty and Veronica should kiss again in the 50's as a treat.
Also, Archie and Jughead have to kiss before the show ends to complete the circle or else!!!
Surprise Evelyn Evernever is really out here saying things like "lezzie" honestly Toni should punch her.
Can you dig it?
Cheryl's face of both gay excitement and gay fear when Toni asked if she could show her some appreciation.
It lives in my head rent free forever now
I did absolutely rewind mid episode to watch that part again bc idk it was giving everything.
50's Toni is so hot
Is Fangs Elvis yet?
There is no difference between Cheryl, Evelyn, and Midge and Regina, Gretchen, and Karen. Don't @ me
I love new Midge tbqh
I'm tired of Julian, he was only fun for like one episode lmao
Someone should top him so he can cum to jesus
Veronica is really that bitch and I am here for it like yes absolutely allow me in your room to peep on the hot carrot top next door
I need to see Veronica and Jughead hook up properly once PLEASE
Dan and Blair got to (IN AN ELEVATOR)
I am not sure what order I'm remembering all of this in
Betty not feeling the lingerie at first is me anytime I buy something different from what I usually where so it just sits in my closet for eternity
Toni and Betty should kiss also
I'm gonna need Archie and farmboy Reggie to also kiss at some point as they are actually boyfriends
Anyway, the cringe dialogue about maybe ending up in our rooms at the same time was incredible
Archie saying he's excited is too adorable
Still thinking about how he snatched Betty's teddy bear to cover his boner when she felt up his thigh
Incredible really
Oh and also, why is Frank? I'm so over him completely. He sucks. Just let Mary do all of the parenting. More Molly!
Frank was at least hot with the like beard this mustache is not it
The gifsets of Archie and Betty undressing for each other in the window are my everything rn
As are the ones of Cheryl and Toni kissing!!!!!!
Does this mean the episode where they are going to bone is coming soon?
Please say yes
Back to the window stripping - what are Frank and Hal doing that they both barged into those rooms at the same time
I'm telling you the white men in this season are up to some shit. Principal Warden Norton, Francis Dupont Werthers, MAYOR Clifford Blossom, Basketball Coach Uncle Frank, HAL
God for some reason Hal
A terrible actor
TBK should've been Hal or his twin bc he is also a blossom so like why do the coopers not have twins Hal??
It was so disappointing but whatever I digress
Even tho I hate Hal
Also save Ethel?? We just threw her back to the sisters and? We've moved onto comics from the murders.
BRING BACK MY GIRL
Give her a proper full season storyline for once ffs
You give Kevin things and he's not even remotely interesting at all
Loved and episode with no Kevin tbqh
Anyway, the ending with Archie and Betty getting caught is in my top like 3 endings rn
One is the very precious moment where Archie ASKED if he could kiss Josie (it was adorable they are my crackOTP okay)
I think I've stopped thinking about this episode and instead am thinking about the whole show
We must stop before I never stop
I hope Archie and Betty kiss soon also
#Riverdale#riverdale s7#riverdale season 7#barchie#choni#pls do not comment @ me about your ships or w/e#i do not care#Riverdale is a whole story not a fucking one lane love story#love ATH
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Crystalised part 2 ep 17 spoilers
GUESS WHOS BACK
Oh heyyyy it’s out in English (quality’s shakey but I don’t care at this point)
VILLAINS REALLY JUST BE SPINNING LLOYD. Isn’t he getting blood rushing to his head by now? Or neck ache?
The overlord looks like a fuzzy lion tbh. Like the shape. Actually he’s giving me fnaf freddy vibes. I haven’t scene a lot of fnaf tho
Overlord rlly be like, first I gotta accessories these bitches. The overlord is that meme where
Council: bye overlord we’re gonna take over the world!
Overlord: not looking like that you aren’t
Council: better?
Overlord: yass bitch slay
(I don’t remember how it goes)
Wow these guys sure know etiquette. Always remember to say please and thank you when the embodiment of evil hands you the weapons of god
Overlord: “yeah I guess I was trying to impress you like oh my god I’m just trying out my fashion career why are you so judgey im gonna cry I don’t wanna take over the world I just wanna start up my fashion business and I needed the golden weapons as the perfect accessories the catchphrase to my line up is “we put the slay in slayyy queeen” ahhhh”
Overlord: “was that not cool for you?? I’m also renovating, I’m gonna float my castle please tell me it’s cool also can you please look at my Lego army I forced Harumi to build out of Lego for me and please no mean comments I’m insecure 👉👈”
Actually love how the overlord has insecure vibes I mean he literally forced pythor to eat him just so the robots wouldn’t judge him yknow
THE COUNCIL REALLY JUST BEING MORAL EMOTIONAL SUPPORT THEYRE LIKE “ITS OKAY OVERLORD WE THINK UR COOL”
Wow okay aspheera really said fuck you vangelis btw did you I’m really cool and awesome. Like what tf did vangelis do man he was just standing there only to get absolutely slammed by aspheera man
Ohh yeah. Anti monarchist mechanic for real. Amazing. The overlord (the Crystal king) didn’t comment on it, but he was like bestie I’m right here
Everyone’s relationship with royalty is great
Pythor: became king through legal serpentine conventions (also lost the crown legally since he was proclaimed dead)
Aspheera: overthrew the emperor illegally and reinstated herself as empress
Vangelis: got overthrown himself
Harumi: legally was princess but overthrew her parents to reinstate someone else as emperor
Mechanic: anti monarchist
Mr F: literally just some guy
The Crystal king: what is he even king of? Is it just an empty title
Harumi internally: I’m beginning to sense a pattern in me resurrecting bad guys being a bad idea
Honestly Lloyd is such a king, he’s so sassy when like he thinks all his friends are dead, he’s in a room filled with all his trauma being confronted by the guy who possessed his father, uncle and killed zane. Damn he really chose sass instead of sad
The overlord really was like “choice number 3 🥺” sorry I can’t get baby boy puppy dog ck out of my head
Lloyd was like “great chat guys, *knocks over temple* imma head out now lol” yesss king!
Vangelis: oh yeah I can fly whOOP
That was such a cool scene but vangelis really got hit by random vengestone. He scored a nat 1 on his dexterity check
They’re like elementary schoolers “yes Lord!”
Istg Harumi now you choose to care about Lloyd. “Now he has no family (I killed them) he’s just like me and I sympathise!” Bestieeeee wtf. Can we pretend that that’s what ck said (yeah I’m calling the overlord Crystal king ck now lol)
Lloyd “I’m fucking lost :]”
“Ninja can’t fly” *coughs* airjitsu *coughs more* *dies of coughing fit*
Crystalised ice shuriken is so cool. But mr f said he prefers GUN
Vangelis and Mechanic completely ruining Pythor’s moment and it’s better bc they literally do not have any personal connections with Lloyd pffft
Oh my fucking got WHO IN THE CRYSTAL C*CK HAS THE BRAIN CELL TODAY BECAUSE ITS SHARED AND IT HAS BEEN LOST YALL YOU GUYS DID A SMALL BRAIN
Harumi has the brain cell too bad she also suddenly has emotions now too
Yeah team Crystal c*ck definitely left the brain cell at home, guys why did no one notice Harumi leave??
Woah it’s super convenient that this castle is fitted with automatic doors that don’t turn off when they have a security breach. I see the overlord really does value style over sense
The entirety of the c*ck squad shaking their heads “straight people…” (sorry for making an explicitly llorumi joke we don’t ship it here bc incest??? I just wanted to point out that I think the c*ck squad hates straight ppl. Also yes the council are all gay)
Tbh the impact of hitting the water from that height should have shattered their skulls. Luckily Lloyd is playing by minecraft logic
Aspheera: jump after them
Vangelis: *can fly*
Also vangelis: *fucking leaves*
Lloyd carrying around Harumi, a deadweight in the water, just like how he carries harumi, a deadweight to his emotional health
Lava 👀
Wu: “guys I have a plan but it’s illegal”
Everyone: “hell yeah fuck the police”
Ik it looks like I just made fun of the Crystal king and co for 10 minutes (Tbf I did) but none of that is complaints this so great, and honestly I enjoyed this, it was amazing. Im here for quirky gay legos in hot pink and vivid purple and that’s what I got hell yeah. Also crimeboss Wu appreciation
#ninjago#lego ninjago#Ninjago crystalized#ninjago crystalized spoilers#reaction#I’m back#can’t believe my country’s politics pushed back this episode 😔 sorry guys my bad#should have done the assassination at a later date#as you can tell I had fun tonight
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Love is a sacrament that should be taken kneeling. -Oscar Wilde
(the whole quote is actually so beautiful, you should look it up if you want!)
I have to wake up early af tomorrow for some family thing no one cared to explain me, but I'm absolutely going to stay up late to read lbaf😎
Abigail should be protected and loved at all costs no arguing 😍
Look, I don't have a younger sister, but I don't think those are the stories you tell them normally... Nor judgement tho!
“Attacking the Consul is high treason, chiquita.” Rafael bouncing Abigail is LITERALLY the cutest mental image 🥺🥺 also the nickname ahhhhh😭
Me mind rn: RAFAEL WITH KIDS. RAFAEL WITH KIDS. RAFAEL WITH-
“Why does Ragnor want me there?” Georgia asked.
“I have no idea,” Rafael said. “But I can see why anyone would want your expertise. You add great value to everything, Gigi."
Hell yeah she is the best!!! I love how he asks her first is she wants to go tho!!!
Ragnor absolutely LOVES her and you can't change my mind😌
Conclusion: It's not a warlock, someone is collapsing the ley lines, and I'm still clueless as fuck :) but also omg Nico!!! I was sooo curious about that character!! And he is the oldest warlock alive??? I NEED TO MEET HIM SO BAD ALREADY 😔
And he was the one who sent Ragnor looking for Magnus... I need to know why. It's not a want. It's a NEED😭 I hope you know you ruined canon for me bc now this will be forever in my brain :))
Camila and Rafel? ✨Iconic duo✨
Me after every Marcus' scene: ok, that was actually kinda deep and he does seem to admire and respect Rafael a lot🥰 yeah, you don't trick me bitch! You are just as dangerous and crazy as your sister, now stay AWAY🔪🔪
But also can we talk about how great of a mirror they are to each other? So similar but so different at the same time... ✨wow✨
Anjali bothering Camilla about her crush on Marcus is everything I didn't know I needed lmaoo
Can we all just take a moment to appreciate Rafael and Max talking to each other about their problems and offering advice? Because that's the content I'm here for 🥺
Jk, jk. I am here bc I like to suffer:)
Anjali being so wise and badass as always I see😍 istg if I didn't know already I'm bi af, I would have figured it out quite easily with lbaf
Alec officiating Rosewood wedding 😭😭 SCREAMING AND CRYING
“Yo. She burned all your notes, right?”
Anjali nodded. “Yes.”
“And you still became Primi Ordines?” Max asked in surprise.
Anjali nodded again. “Yes.”
Then she walked away.
Max looked at Rafael and shook his head. “What a bad bitch.”
“I’m gonna marry that bad bitch,” Rafael grinned.
She's an icon. She's a legend. She is the best- if you don't propose to her soon I sure as hell will!!!
Gigi and Lexi. Parabatai rights. Me loving it💙
Girl, JUST FUCKING TALK TO HER!!!
“I am old,” the man admitted with a shrug. “And that’s not a bad thing.” THE GROWTH 😭
“I don’t really know anyone who has their shit together.”
Lexi hummed. “Maybe no one does.”
You have no idea how accurate this is, love...
Alec>>>>>> Raziel
He is wiser, sexier and 100% better 😎
Me before Max's POV: I am confused:))
Me after Max's POV: Yeah, no. I am definitely worse lmao
“They never cause serious injury. It’s almost as if they don’t realize they’re here to attack.”
....
“What if these attacks are a distraction?”
This is foreshadowing I just feel it!!!
Uncle Jace looked stricken by that. “I think I’d know if my child was possessed.”
“You didn’t know the last time.”
Gabriel, babe, you have a point... But DON'T HURT MY FEELINGS LIKE THAT!!
I'm collecting these like pokemon lmao
I just want to give Jace a hug😭😭
I get David's point, I reaaaally do!! Bc it kinda also happens to me that, bc I'm "a nice person" people get shocked when they find I can also feel angry
BUT THERE IS SOMETHING MORE TO THIS I CAN'T PUT MY FINGER ON IT!!! I WILL LOSE MY MIND IF I CONTINUE LIKE THIS
“People change when they grow up,” David said, staring at the mirror. “Maybe this is who I was always been. Maybe this was inevitable.” He is remembering Albert, right????😭
“Play a game with me,” Max said. “Truth or dare.”
David sighed tiredly. “Mon ange-”
“Ayaan,” Max whispered, the name he used only for David. The name he made for David. “Please.”
I'm not crying, why do you ask? 🙂🙂
They ARE good at communicating!!! So, what is happening????
“I wish I could rip out of my heart and show you what’s in there,” Max whispered. “I wish I could show you who’s in there."
David let out an exhaled and kissed him again. “Promise me, Max. Promise me you’ll never get tired of me.”
Max didn’t know how to say that it was impossible.
He never wanted less of David. If anything, he wanted more.
More. More. More.
How do they manage to be so angsty but at the same time so fucking in love???🥺🥺
I need them to stop being horny bc I need answers, but honestly I can't blame them bc that was indeed hot as fuck 😔
“Déshabille-toi, mon ange,” David whispered.
Max swallowed. “I thought there was no sex talk in the car."
David pulled back further and peeled off his t-shirt. “Who said we'll be talking?"
HOLY FUCKING SHIT. WTF. I- I AM SPEECHLESS
He loved his David in every way.
But he was scared.
Because something changed in David.
And Max didn’t know what caused it.
And it terrified him.
Maybe David wasn’t possessed.
Nothing was wrong.
But something was not right either.
And Max intended to find out.
YESS!! GO OFF AND FIGURE THIS SHIT OUR BABE!!! AND OET JACKSON HELP YOU!! BECAUSE I AM LOSING MY MIND OVER HERE!!
I will just leave with some memes cause humor is my coping mechanism and I need to let this chapter sink in🙂
babe that's one of my fave Wilde quotes oml. Thank you for sharing it and drowning me in feels.
also omg what's with families and making us go to shit that has nothing to do with us????? make this illegal thanks :)
YOUR MEMES KILLED ME OMG.
I made you know one too <3
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Liveblogging the fascinating (not) family reunion weekend I am merely serving as the getaway driver for:
We're in Asheville, NC, which is absolutely beautiful, with mountains surrounding even the aggressively suburban area where we're staying; I've been once before, but we really only stopped for coffee and a short walk in the downtown area then; we're from Atlanta, so this was a nearly four hour drive for us
We've had to bring one of our three cats along, bc she gets insulin injections twice a day, and that was more than what our friends were really comfortable doing; the hotel technically only allows dogs, but the desk agent said they'd look the other way this once
The family that is reunioning belongs to my roommate, B; B and I have known each other for close to ten years now, and lived together for... three years or so now? and B isn't comfortable with driving more than about 30 minutes to places they're already familiar with, hence my involvement both as chauffeur and, genuinely, get away driver if things don't go well
B is related to these people via their dad, who is dead, and they're glad he's dead; he was also persona non grata among these people when he was alive, not just for his personality but also bc he did things like drink and be poor, which are equally unacceptable to these people
We got off to a rough start, with a flat tire of course appearing overnight, but we still got here in time to get the cat settled in the room before dinner, and on the whole it was a fine drive with me pointing at mountains and rocks and otherwise turning into my mom
We did only just get settled in at the hotel before driving to dinner, which was going to be at Olive Garden until it was discovered that the wait time there for a group our size was nearly two hours, so we popped across the street to a place called "Cornerstone", which has a mix of basically all American cuisine with servings the size of your head
B rode over with their aunt, who sends B paper coupons in the mail and suggested we simply leave the cat in the car the whole weekend!
...yeah
Once here, they sat all the spouses at a separate table, which was smaller so I got to sit at the table with the "siblings", all of whom are in their 50's; this split has resulted in much walking back and forth to decide what everyone was splitting with each other, the way that most people that have been married for a couple decades do
Of course, this means that the four people who know each other the least and only have someone else's family in common must now make conversation for over an hour, but they do have the benefit of having been dragged along to these for, again, decades
The other people at the "blood related" table are one uncle's Dominican wife who is half his age and her middle school aged son from a previous relationship, both of whom moved here only two years ago; the wife is lovely but doesn't speak or understand much English, and we can't speak or understand much Spanish, which has been her entire life since she moved to America
I know three people's names: coupon aunt, her husband, and the uncle with the ethically dubious relationship; I think they are also the only people who know my name... maybe
The previous family reunion that B attended (missing the one that was held on a cruise ship 😬) included the aunts and uncles and the cousins B's age repeatedly not telling them plans in time for them to get ready, and then straight up leaving them behind, for things ranging from hikes to entire meals; hence, my involvement: if B runs behind bc of these people not communicating, I'll just drive them wherever they need to be, and if they start acting like assholes (which they have also done in the past), then we'll pop the beast back in her carrier and head home!
Of course, they also managed to make dinner conflict with the demon beast's shot (8 and 8, always), so I simply asked for boxes with my meal at dinner, ate the tastiest bits at the table, and then wrapped the rest up and brought it back to the hotel with me to administer the shot on time, which is a win to me bc I got to skip all the awkward conversations!
(The fuzzy piss machine wasn't too keen on the hotel room and all its smells at first, but she's since discovered that leaping from bed to bed is the most fun she's had in ages, plus she got fed at the usual time, so perhaps this okay after all.)
We're here until Sunday (it's Thursday night now), so we'll see how the rest of the reunion goes
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so i just got off a call with my therapist and she was so supportive of me moving to Atlanta and starting new and I told her about my situation and how tied I have felt to this place because of my son and how his dad has made me feel like i could never go anywhere and she said i don't have to worry about that because she believes there is a law where a kid at 13 or 14 can tell a judge they do not want to be with their parents anymore and become independence and I told her about me mentioning to my my son before that there is such a thing as emancipation but that he would have to be careful with that because if the judge does not grant it then that means he will having to continue living with his abusive dad who now knows that his own son is trying to get away from him. so she told me i can look in google for more info or talk to an attorney and that gave me some ideas.
so about moving to atlanta. it's funny because before the call i was like, do i even need this appointment and idk if i am just spendding money on something that i may not need. but then i'm telling her about moving to atlanta and she's being so supportive and i don't feel like i would get that kind of support from my own family and i'm like so grateful for her at the same time because she just lets me be me. like i feel like my close minded mom would be like "no i have too much going on here" or "no atlanta is too much ____ for me to move there" and then my uncle who worries alot would not like me moving away to the other side of the country and being away from my family system and i would miss him so much but i feel like i kinda need this. and then my sis and her kids i dont talk to them anymore so i don't feel like i have that holding me back.
anyway my therapist said i could always look into buying the home now and then renting it out or air bnb it and i'm like that's a great idea although i do worry about renters but maybe it wont be so bad so it is an idea to consider.
and then im like telling therapist tthat moving would be a great way for me to get away from richard and she is asking am i feeling tied to him or wanting to be with him or if he is pursuing me and i told her we talk throughout the day and she said it is A LOT of contact and i agree with her but i dont really have any friends which i also explained to her and she understood and said she feels like if i had more fullfilling friendships that she thinks i would need him much less and i think i agree with her. but being in this shit state with these shit people i can't relate to anyone at all because i feel like these aren't my people and they're rude and racist and i just want to be alone in my house with my dogs because of how unkind the outside is here where i live. but anyway therapist is really anti-richard so i know she feels good for me knowing i have a plan or positive outlook of where i might move to, bc i also told her that ive always considered moving after my son turns 18 but when someone would ask where i would be like i have no clue, but since atlanta it has been a healing journey because not only do i love the city but the people werre absolutely delightful and i just feel like i belong and that i could really heal and my stress will finally go down being there and my dogs will just love it.
since living here richard still calls be babe and i know in his mind he considers us being together and thinks we have a future and we are so close in distance it is all a possibility for him even though for me it's completely different bc i hate him for how much he lied to me and treated me like shit and i will never ever be with him again but then it's also been a year since i found out he has been cheating on me and i still have not cut him off and sometimes it feels like we can still be good friends but i dont want him to think we are still together but it's hard to enforce that if i have not cut him off and i feel like moving will be a huge message i am sending like "we are not together and i am moving on with my life and i suggest you do the same"
but anyway i am soo excited for georgia like seriously if i don't like it i'll just move but i am soo doing my homework, therapist told me to network with the viet and nail community of georgia and see if i can get setup with a resource manager on moving and i told her i am connected to a viet realtor here and that is also due to networking in the nail community so it's def possible.
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Clemence Father
JONAH’S ROUTE JUST CAME OUT ON IKEREV TW AND I’M ON PART 12 AND I RLLY WANNA CAUSE SERIOUS BODILY HARM TO JONAH AND LUKA’S FATHER RN. I TALKED ABOUT HIM BEFORE ON LUKA’S EVER AFTER POST HERE BUT NOW IMMA TALK ABOUT IT AGAIN BC BELIEVE IT OR NOT, HE’S AN EVEN BIGGER ASSHOLE IN JONAH’S ROUTE.
BUT ANYWAYS HERE’S WHAT HAPPENED.
SPOILERS FOR JONAH’S EVER AFTER UNDER THE CUT
(ps the screenshots all have that orange recording button bc i want to look at them without having to go through the entire route again. sorry if they’re kinda annoying!)
Aight, so Jonah proposed to MC (well, he kinda just announced that MC is his fiancee from now on but whatever), and he decided to bring her to the Clemence house for this party to meet the family. Luka was there as well, standing in a corner. MC kinda wanted to join him in the corner as well, but Jonah dragged her off to meet his relatives. But they all seemed to dislike MC because she’s not from a good background.
Then, this dude enters the scene:
[Translation:
A dignified-looking man walked over here, looking at me, who is standing by Jonah, in surprise.]
And then, when Jonah goes to introduce MC as his fiancee, his father cuts him off by saying that he never heard of Jonah having a fiancee before. Like, Jonah was in the middle of a super serious and sincere introduction and his father just interrupted like that in a super cold voice. I was already starting to dislike him at this point, but I didn’t wanna fight him just yet.
Also, here’s something that kinda surprised me:
[Translation:
(His looks seemed to be similar to Luka’s, but his disposition...
(It seemed to be 50 times scarier than Jonah when I first met him...)]
I found it kinda weird how Luka actually took after him in terms of looks more than Jonah did??? Like, my original headcanon was that Luka didn’t actually look very similar to his father, which could be part of why he was ignored so much, but I guess he was ignored even when he looks like his father. Ouch.
Also, whenever the Clemence father makes an appearance, the thing that MC talks about the most is how scary/stern his disposition is. He must be someone really ruthless to warrant that kind of description.
After that, his father goes on to guess that Jonah had made the decision to bring MC without consulting anyone in his family because he knew that his decision would be opposed. I suppose that Jonah’s father does know him quite well, but it actually unsettles me more, because he seems to have no regard for the effect he has on his sons. Like, Jonah literally had to fight to keep his head up under such pressure.
So Jonah goes on to explain why he chose not to tell anyone about it, but his father interrupts him AGAIN with this huge speech about how the Clemence bloodline cannot be mixed with a bloodline of unknown origins. They have kept his tradition for hundreds of years, and that every single heir has accepted this fact and chose to marry someone of high social standing.
Jonah, naturally, was pretty angry, and told his father that he has gone too far. But guess what? This dude ignores him YET AGAIN and tries to convince MC to marry Levie instead of Jonah. Seriously. No wonder Jonah never listens to anyone else if this was the role model he had. I’m really starting to grit my teeth at this point.
Also, something concerning is how Jonah’s father knew that Levie is after MC, since that was classified information. Jonah confronts him about him, but he brushes it off by saying that he was the former Queen of Hearts and he has all the information sources he need. I wonder how powerful he was when he was Queen if he was still so influential in his retirement. And yeah, he totally strikes me as the sort of guy who would order Claudius to assassinate people...
But anyways, Jonah’s father tells him that he’ll pretend as if he heard nothing and walks off, even though Jonah tried to tell him that he wasn’t finished yet. What a guy.
Jonah leaves MC with Luka and goes after his father. Luka takes MC to his room and tells her something really sweet. He tells her that to trust “that guy” (Jonah) and to wait for him, which really showed his reliance on his older brother. Like, even though he rejects Jonah a lot and avoids him, deep down inside he still believes in Jonah.
And after a few parts we get a flashback where Jonah recalls the conversation he had with his father after he goes after him, and this is where my blood starts boiling.
So the Clemence father reminds Jonah, in a pretty harsh way, that when he had rejected marriage alliances in the past, he has always said that he’ll find someone better. He then goes on to call MC “that kind of person” (as in, a person of low birth and social standing), and Jonah gets pretty mad at him for that:
[Translation:
Jonah: Even if you’re my father, I cannot allow you to call her “that kind of person”...!
Clemence Patriarch: Don’t change the topic!
Hearing his father’s roar of fury, Jonah wasn’t scared in the slightest, and instead glared fierily back at him.]
I find it kinda interesting how the game refers to Jonah and Luka’s father as “the Clemence Patriarch” instead of “Clemence Father” or something. That would probably make more sense, because the term “Patriarch” can refer to a grandfather, an uncle, a cousin, etc., not necessarily a father. But I guess this highlights how his identity as a patriarch is prioritized before his identity as a father.
And then this scene happens:
[Translation:
Clemence Patriarch: Whatever you say! There is nothing more to say, get out.
Clemence Patriarch: In order to prevent the failure of the first, we still have a second.
Clemence Patriarch: I will disown you as my son, and make Luka the heir of the family, and then he’ll be the one to marry a high-born noble lady.]
DUDE WTFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF
IT DOESN’T WORK LIKE THAT??????????? YOU CAN’T JUST DECIDE THAT YOUR SON IS A FAILURE WHEN HE DOES ONE (1) THING AGAINST YOUR WILL AND TOSS HIM OUT AND MAKE YOUR OTHER SON THE HEIR???????????????????
Honestly he makes Jonah and Luka sound so expendable, and that’s really not okay. They’re human beings, his own SONS, not an object to be thrown away when it served its use. Like, if I had any doubts about why Luka left his family before, this scene just explained everything. Who would want this guy as their parent?????
And of course, as the best nii-sama in the world, Jonah caves.
[Translation:
Even though he wanted to follow through with his own ideals, he couldn’t let his important brother, Luka, be sacrificed.
Not only would Luka have to bear the burden as the heir, a burden that he has been bearing for many years,
And he would marry some lady who he has never met before, this absolutely cannot happen!
Jonah: Just this one thing...please don’t do it.
Jonah could only bend to his father’s will.]
JONAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH MY POOR BBY LET ME GIVE YOU A HUG (っ˘̩╭╮˘̩)っ
He’s literally in an impossible position right now. If he wants to marry the love of his life, he would have a sacrifice his precious brother, and if he wants to protect his brother, he would have to sacrifice his fiancee. If he wants to keep them both safe, then the only real solution would be to leave the Clemence family.
Come on, Cybird. Y’all made him turn against the Red Army in his original route and now you’re making him turn against his family now??? When will the torture for Jonah and his stans ever end??????????
And here’s a few other lines from the Clemence Patriarch to disgust you:
[Translation:
Clemence Patriach: I am a generous and maganimous person.
Clemence Patriach: As long as the Clemence bloodline is protected, I don’t care if the heir is you or Luka.]
......I literally have nothing else to say.
Istg this dude is the worst parent in the Red Army, and the Red Army is already brimming with awful parenting skills. Lancelot’s father pretty much neglected him and Edgar’s uncle straight-up abused him, but you could still tell that they cared about their sons in their own little twisted ways. Lancelot’s father eqipped him with all the skills he would need to be King, and Claudius took all responsibility for the Bright family business in the end, protecting Edgar. And then we have the Clemence father who’s all like: i MaDE TwO kIDS foR a reASoN anD ThAt iS To HAVE ONE OF THEM REPLACE THE OTHER/USING ONE OF THEM TO THREATEN THE OTHER IF THEY MESS UP. ALSO NEITHER OF THEM MATTERS APPARENTLY BC THEY’RE BOTH JUST TOOLS FOR CARRYING ON THE BLOODLINE.
DUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUDE.
I get that this is only part 12 and he’s probably going to have a redemption scene or at least some whitewashing at the end, but STILL. I really, really, really, really, really don’t like Jonah and Luka’s father.
#ikemen revolution#ikerev#jonah clemence#luka clemence#clemence father#clemence patriarch#ikerev jonah#ikerev luka#i literally hate him so much#i thought claudius won the a+ parenting award#but nah#this guy obliterated him#best nominee no doubt#god i hate him so much
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I was rereading the iconic reunion at baltimore and this came to me and I can't not write it (even though I have a half finished chapter waiting to be written for a fic for a whole different fandom but who cares right)
in which neil regrets realizes that the feds were on to something when they talked about witness protection program. brace yourselves, it's angst time bby. please bear with me, I don't write stuff like this, content and format wise.
so everyone knows what goes down in baltimore. everyone knows that famous college exy striker for the foxes neil josten has been the son of the butcher of baltimore all along, and that smth happened after he was kidnapped and tortured that resulted in the butcher and some associates to be killed. everyone knows that neil walked out alive, injured but alive. so when a few weeks, months later, associates of the butcher start getting raided and taken in custody, everyone knows exactly who opened his little mouth and revealed everything he knows (bc there's literally no one else who could know this stuff and would be willing to share with the fucking feds, no one has a death wish)
It's a slow process. It starts with the feeling of not being safe, which is ridiculous, because he hasn't been quite as safe as he is right now, with the foxes, his family, and most importantly with Andrew. They're on summer break, technically speaking, even if they're at campus for practice because they gotta train the new foxes. They're barely doing anything than hanging out together and training, but still Neil can't shake the feeling that something is wrong, that someone is watching him, but he doesn't say anything, because it doesn't make sense, he's just being paranoid, there's no need to panic.
Neil can swear he's being watched. He feels the dread whenever he's out of the dorm, when he's out running, when they go out to eat something, when they go to the mall, on their way to practice, at Eden's. But when he looks around there's no one looking, it's been weeks and nothing has happened, he hasn't seen anyone.
Neil can tell Andrew is growing suspicious of the way he checks out a place, the way his eyes trace every corner, every exit, because he's starting to fall back in old habits, and he knows Andrew hates it. But Andrew doesn't ask, he knows that Neil will speak when he feels ready, so he lets it go, even if he can't quite let got of the worry clawing at his heart.
But everything keeps going normally, things are fine, everything is fine fine fine. Neil doesn't talk about it, but it's fine really. Until it's not fine at all, but it's also too late to talk now because his head is fuzzy and throbbing, and he feels like he might throw up and he feels pain even if he's not sure where the pain is coming from. But he can't do anything now, he can't tell Andrew how he's been feeling dread for weeks, because a man whose name he doesn't even know but whose face is awfully familiar is standing right in front of him where he lies on the floor, and the situation is also awfully familiar.
Stop being a martyr. Oh Andrew would kill him. If Neil gets out of this alive, Andrew will kill him, because he left again. He didn't want to, he really didn't. He was out on a run while Andrew was in therapy with Bee and Aaron, a couple miles away from fox tower, when a car pulled up right in front of him, two men wearing hoods and sunglasses stepping out and standing in front of him. He came to a halt, trying his best to keep calm because who the hell were these men and what did they want and for fucks sake can this just stop? It would have been smart to turn around and try to get back to the tower but he can't ever keep his mouth shut can he?
"Look I don't know who you are, I don't care what you want, but you're in my way, so move away if you know what's best." He intended to go for more sarcastic, but he was doing his best not to panic, so that had to do.
"You're coming with us, get in the car, or we'll do this the hard way." Their voices said they wouldn't hesitate, but Neil laughed anyway, that smile he knew was the Butcher's resting on his lips. Anything to make the men leave. He opened his mouth and then- "The Minyard twins are at Dr. Dobson's office. Reynolds, Walker, and Wilds are at the mall. Hemmick, Boyd and Day are in the dorms. The newbies are at the dorms as well. Come with us the easy way and we'll let them walk out of their respective places alive, Nathaniel."
And he was fucked. Of course he hadn't been safe, he would never be safe. In fact no one he cared about would ever be safe. He should have known better. But he wasn't going to let the foxes be harmed.
"How do I know you won't kill them anyway?" The snark was gone, the smile vanished. His face was blank and dangerous, because he'd done this before. "I don't even know who you are, you're obviously not the big guys, and I don't remember seeing your faces."
"We don't want to attract unnecessary attention. All we care about is you. If you come, you spare us all the trouble. As for who we are, let's just say someone is pissed at the piece of shit that ruined everything."
"The Butcher's friends then. I can't argue with that, it's a habit of mine to fuck up. Ichirou won't be too happy if something happened." He played his strongest card but fuck it. The Moriyamas owed him protection, Ichirou himself had made a deal with him.
"The moment they turned their backs to the Wesninski and made a deal with Hatford, those Japanese shits mean nothing to us." These were desperate men apparently. If the Moriyamas were nothing, the FBI was even less. "Time is running Nathaniel, decide. You or them?"
Andrew would kill him, but they'd talked about it before. Neil had told Andrew. If it means losing you, then no. He would not put himself first. Hell, he'd told the others before, the Foxes were all he had, he wasn't going to risk them for himself, not for anything. He needed to keep them safe.
So now he's lying on the cold wooden floor of some house or shed or whatever, drowsy from whatever they drugged him with once he got in the car, and in pain after being beaten for the last hour or so. He didn't bother asking the man (who is obviously in charge and sent the two men) for a name, and honestly he still doesn't plan to. What was the point of that anyway? He just looks up at the cold brown eyes of the man standing over him, Neil's face as neutral as he could keep it despite the fear of not making it out alive threatening to pull him under. The man just stares at him, calculative eyes and cruel smile, and Neil can't take it.
"What, so you're just gonna stand there? I have better shit to do." He hears the slur in his voice, wonders if it's just the drugs or something else. A concussion is likely. He's met with silence, so he closes his eyes and lays his head down. Fuck he's tired of these situations. He truly will never be safe, no one will-
"You know, I was expecting so much more from you Nathaniel," the man says with a laugh, "I was told that you'd put up a fight, I thought this would be fun. They said you'd beg for your precious life, but you haven't even made an effort."
Whoever his source was, they definitely do not know Neil, or Nathaniel for that matter. Not only is he not going to risk the men hurting the others, but he isn't going to fight, not against so many of them, not when running would be more likely to get him out alive. He isn't going to let them know that. "First go fuck yourself, and second, this isn't remotely close to entertaining to what I've been through, maybe if it was more interesting."
What does Andrew say? Regret is worthless? It seems right, because he can't find regret in what he said, even if his face is a bloody mess (what's new?) and his body shakes with shivers, after his head is held underwater so many times. No, he doesn't regret it. Instead he finds himself laughing a hollow thing.
"Y'know at least others have had a point, this time it's just for the fun of it, and it's not being much fun." His voice cracks a couple times, hoarse from coughing up water.
"You're right though, it is for fun. You cost me absolutely everything Nathaniel. Did you know the feds and the Moriyamas have been after us for months? Hunting us like we're rabbits, all because you decided to be a dipshit and open your mouth. You should be dead. You should have died ten years ago, back in March, anytime. All your existence caused us is trouble. And ratting us to the feds wasn't enough was it? No you told Ichirou all of the Butcher's men were loose ends, too." The man took a deep breath, composing himself. "So yes Nathaniel, this is for fun. This is payback, you've cost many lives, this is retribution for speaking, and I'm gonna enjoy seeing you have fun for as long as I can."
At some point, after hours, he's left alone in the dark, in the cold. He knows he’s in pain. He’s pretty sure his arm is broken, and so are several ribs. He knows he should be in a lot of pain, but he's just numb. Regret is worthless. Because even if he feels even worse than how he felt last winter at Evermore, he doesn’t regret it. He can’t be sure the guy’s men were truly going to kill the Foxes, but he doesn’t regret coming here to make sure the others don’t suffer more than they already have because of him. He wonders if Andrew will forgive him. He didn’t leave proof that he didn’t want to leave this time. Would Andrew think he left them - him? God, he hopes not. Would Andrew look for Neil or leave it thinking that Neil wanted to leave?
It doesn’t really matter, though. Neil is so tired. This time isn’t like when he was on the run or when he went to Evermore or when Lola took him. While with the Ravens, Kevin knew he was there at least, if anything were to happen, a person would know where to look somehow. At Baltimore, several people knew the most likely place to find him; Uncle Stewart, the Hatfords, Kevin again. He has no idea of where he is, or who took him, and no one knows he’s been taken in the first place. No one will ever find him.
Maybe it’s better that way, he thinks. No one will have to deal with the burden of him or his disappearance or his death, because no one will know. The simple thing would be to assume he ran. He hopes they assume he ran. Maybe they’ll be hurt, but haven’t they been expecting him to run? They won’t make it to championships without him considering Jack is an awful striker, but Kevin will manage. Andrew - Andrew is the one who expects him to run the most, maybe he’ll take it nicely. Neil hopes he takes it nicely. Guilt blossoms among the nothingness in his chest, but he can’t take it back, and he doesn’t want to. It’s better this way. No one will find him, but that’s fine. He wonders what the Moriyamas will do. He doesn’t want to think about that. He thinks of Andrew, the kisses, the care, the love, the nights spent together. Thank you, you were amazing. He wishes he could tell him how much he cares one last time. He feels something wet slip down his face. He can’t tell if it’s water, blood or tears. He sighs. He thinks of Andrew, and his eyes slip close.
#aftg#all for the game#tfc#the foxhole court#trk#the raven king#tkm#the king's men#neil josten#nora sakavic#andrew minyard#kevin day#I'm so sorry#I don't write stuff like this I mean it my angst is very different#fanfiction#also no I didn't kill neil#it's just a goodbye of sorts#aftg fanfic#no this is not betaed or revised for that matter#half of this was written while I was in class#I was going for a prompt and ended up writing almost 2k words instead lmao#sorry I write a lot in my tags#andreil#not really but it's there
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We just lost a family member. It was my uncle, it’s so sudden it kinda got me thinking while trying to escape reality for a bit:
What would the gang be like during crisis mode? Between the inconsolable sorrow and the desire for someone to pay. It can teeter between rage, survivors guilt, sorrow and all the other emotions that come with being numb from loss.
Especially Arthur mostly because someone needs to get got for causing such damage to the gang, and I know he says vengeance is a fools game but for his S/O I think he’d go John-Fucking-Wick on someone.
I’m also thinking Dutch, Javier, Charles and Hosea (he’s interesting bc he’s survived this long for a damn reason). And SADIE.
yo I know you know this already but if you need anything I'm always here <3 I hope these headcanons are good!
Arthur
Arthur's in shock. He knows what life as an outlaw is like, he's witnessed many deaths and destruction yet it's something he can never get used to.
His main priority is making sure you're ok. Seeing you upset makes him panic and he blames himself. Arthur won't stop going through different scenarios in his head where everything might've worked out ok.
He knows revenge is bad but knowing how this has impacted you and his own mixed feelings of regret and guilt pushes him over the edge.
Arthur packs his satchel full of everything he needs, loads up his guns and gets ready to track down whatever motherfucker that has caused this. You wake up just before he leaves your shared tent. You know what his plan is just from looking at him. Maybe you'll stop him or maybe you'll go with him, that's your decision.
Dutch
Dutch always tells the gang that revenge is a fool's game. It's a motto he's learned to live by but when business gets personal, Dutch can be quite the hypocrite.
Dutch knows that killing whoever caused this will bring you and everyone else the closure ye need but it isn't that simple. In one way, Dutch feels as though the world around him is caving in.
He spends the next few days alone in his tent. The only thing he's focused on now is finding an excuse to kill this person. Maybe the killer was also paying off the Pinkertons or maybe they're gonna be on a high society train that ye could rob.
Dutch knows he's going to kill them but now he has to make up a reason why that will align with his twisted morality.
Javier
Javier is confused. How could this happen? Why did this happen? It's like the entire gang is asking these questions yet no one can come up with an answer.
When Javier first heard about what happened, you were the first person he thought of. He didn't care how far away you were, he needed to go and see you. Maybe if he was fast enough then he could be the one to break the news to you.
He didn't say much when he saw you. Javier simply sighed in defeat as he wrapped his arms around you. He guided you over to a quiet spot and sat with you for as long as you needed.
Javier knows that if he’s determined on getting revenge, that could take months or maybe even years. But right now, revenge doesn't matter. The only thing he cares about now is you.
Charles
Things like this normally doesn't impact Charles that much, he knows that he has to accept it. But it's different when you’re involved. Charles wants you to be happy and to have a good life, not deal with grief and disaster.
Before you can even think about what's after happening, Charles is swiftly by your side and comforting you. Charles doesn't care about his own emotions, in all honestly he felt numb after hearing about what happened so instead he focuses on you.
Every morning Charles takes you out hunting so you can vent and express all the different emotions you're feeling without the whole gang listening in.
Sometimes when he's lying in bed at night, Charles wonders if he should try to get some kind of vengeance but he doesn't know if he can. That's something he'll only be able to figure out when he's face to face with the person responsible for all this sorrow.
Hosea
Hosea knows all the current emotions you're feeling. Denial, guilt, helplessness, sadness and maybe you might feel nothing at all.
At some point in his life, Hosea’s felt the same way so he knows how to help you through this.
But Hosea is quick to tell you that the best thing you can do is move on. If you go get revenge then that will only result in more pain and death. Life is hard, cruel and relentless, and the best thing we can do is try to keep up with it's constant punches.
Hosea will try his absolute best in helping you overcome all these different emotions but he thinks revenge is pointless and so that's one thing he can't help you with.
Sadie
Sadie's been where you are. She unfortunately knows a lot about grief. However you react to the news, Sadie stands by your side.
If you’re angry and lash out, she’s there for you. If you’re sad and need a shoulder to cry on, she’s there for you. If you need someone to tuck you into your goddamn bed at night, then hell, Sadie will do that too.
Sadie is all for revenge. She knows revenge is bad but sometimes that doesn’t matter and what’s important is getting closure. Not only that but she thinks revenge might be a good motivator to help you get back on your feet.
But right now she knows that you’re not ready to get revenge. The situation is too fresh. Sadie knows that the best thing to do now is help you through the grief and help you practice for when you finally kill the son of a bitch that’s responsible for this.
#hope you’re doing ok💕💕#and I hope these take your mind off of things! even if it’s only for a few minutes#I know I’ve already said this but I’m hear if you need anything#writings#headcanons#rdr2#arthur morgan#dutch van der linde#charles smith#hosea matthews#javier escuella#sadie adler
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Dumb request but. Uncle Bob gets jealous bc someone hits on thee reader. (It's a funny idea tbh. Also change your name. you're not boring!! you're absolutely awesome!!)
Hehe, thanks for the compliment!😂💛 I loved this idea, so I hope you like this!😊❤💛
Total Strangers.
T-800/Uncle Bob x reader
Warnings: some bad language, some light sexual implications
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The terminator goes stiff almost as soon as we enter the store, the unusual behaviour making me lift an eyebrow at him, looking over his perfect posture in curiosity. His imposing frame easily stands out amongst the other shoppers around us, but his new discomfort puts me on edge, aware of his ability to determine and assess threats before I even know they're a problem. With this in mind, I place a hand on the cyborg's arm, looking up into his face in confusion.
"Everything alright?" I ask him, meeting his emotionless stare as he turns it on me.
"Yes." He replies bluntly, still not having quite grasped the balance between using relative information and speaking as briefly as is necessary.
"You sure? You're very tense." I probe, heading further into the shop with him, going to the section I need.
"I am positive." The terminator responds, following me, his eyes scanning the aisles as we move, the careful turn of his head still not quite natural yet, still a little automated.
"If you say so." I roll my eyes at his answers, choosing to ignore his obvious tenseness and start rifling through the racks of clothes, needing to find something to replace a couple of my old shirts.
"I did." Uncle Bob intones, standing over me, his large build hovering over me like a worried mother might fuss over her child.
It's not long before I get fed up with his presence so close to me, the terminator watching my every move, the precision in his gaze making me antsy. He shadows me around, staring at the people around us until they hastily walk away, his unnerving glare usually quite welcoming, though today it is just irritating me. After ten minutes or so, I turn to him, a small scowl etched into my face.
"Can you drop the hostile act? There's no need for it." I tell him, looking him in the eye.
"I am not sure what you mean." The T-800 frowns, cocking his head, a habit he picked up from me a few weeks ago. Usually, I find it flattering, cute, almost. But now it annoys me.
"I mean you need to stop acting like my bodyguard. It's totally safe here! You don't need to scare people off when they come within five metres of us." I clarify, gesturing to the area around us.
"Why? There is a possibility they may pose a threat to you. It is my objective to keep you safe." Bob recites, face going blank again.
Sighing in exasperation, I briefly close my eyes, pinching the bridge of my nose frustratedly.
"There isn't any threat, Bob. We're fine, ok?" I try to reassure him, "Just back off a bit, yeah?"
Frowning again, the cyborg nods and steps back, standing by a display of mannequins, his body going still, almost as if trying to blend in with them. Letting out a breath, I turn back to the racks and continue browsing the items there, picking out a shirt and inspecting it, my head cocked to the side, a frown playing at my expression as I consider it.
"Not your colour." A voice behind me suddenly speaks up.
Frowning properly now, I turn to face the newcomer, lowering the shirt as I give them a once-over, checking for any danger they may pose. Finding none, I relax slightly as the red-head smiles at me, showing me he means no harm, his blue eyes straying over my form with no particular subtlety.
"Oh? And what makes you say that?" I reply guardedly, my body moving to face him properly.
The guy shrugs, grinning at me.
"I don't think it will work with your hair, that's all." He tells me, coming to stand beside me, picking out another shirt from the rack, "This, on the other hand…"
Eyeing the garment, I lift an eyebrow as I realise he is right, though I'm far too stubborn to admit it, so I simply place the original shirt back and start moving away.
"Aw, come on! Please don't be like that! I'm only trying to help." The guy follows after me, dropping the shirt and catching up to me.
"I don't take clothing advice from total strangers." I inform him, trying to ignore him as I flick through some more clothes, jackets this time.
"Ah, well in that case, I'm Caleb." The guy offers his hand to me, still smiling, a glint of mischief in his eye.
Glancing at him, I don't react, waiting for him to drop his hand. After a moment, he does, only to instantly pick something off the rack.
"This looks like it would suit you. Wanna try it on?" He looks me over again, holding out the jacket to me.
"Not really."
"Aw, why not?" Caleb pouts, shoulders slumping slightly.
"I told you, I don't take clothing advice from total strangers." I try not to roll my eyes, picking out a different jacket entirely.
"Hey, you know my name. I'm not a total stranger." The smirk is back on his face as he says this.
"You have known her for exactly four minutes and forty-eight seconds. You are a stranger to her." A familiar voice interrupts us, the monotone sounding words muchly appreciated now.
Holding back a smile of relief, I feel my eyes flick up over Caleb's shoulder to meet the hard blue ones staring at the guy's head. The terminator stands over us, his imposing body easily dwarfing both of us, his expression blank, though his jaw looks oddly clenched, something I've never seen him do. Caleb turns to face the cyborg, his expression falling.
"Who the hell are you?!" He bites out, the words flat as he eyes over the much larger newcomer.
"That is not relevant information for me to disclose." Bob replies evenly, staring the guy down, "Now leave. You are not wanted here."
"Fuck no, I got here first. Wait your turn, asshole." Caleb snaps at him, though his tone is a little shaky.
"You are not needed here. Leave." The cyborg intones, disregarding the previous statement.
"How do you know I'm not needed? Think you are?" The redhead snorts, "As if."
"Your presence is very clearly not welcome. She has reciprocated none of your advances, and has been blunt with you to deter you. You have ignored all of this and have continued to pester her for no reason. You are not wanted or needed, so leave." Bob begins, clearly wanting to say more, though he stops at a look from me.
"I'm not going anywhere, and you can't make me." Caleb folds his arms, planting himself in place.
Brow twitching, Bob steps forwards, moving as if to grab the smaller man, hand already outstretched, only stopping when I intervene.
"No, Bob, it's fine. He's not worth it." I stop him, ignoring Caleb's somewhat triumphant look.
Bob halts, staring the other man down, a scowl starting to creep onto his face, staying in place for a good minute, before he finally moves, reaching out to pull me into his body, marching the two of us from the shop. Goosebumps spread out along my skin where he's touched me, the hand at my waist heavy but not unwelcome, the feeling of his hard body pressed into mine making me swallow tightly. We go straight to the car, leaving no room for conversation until we get there, at which point he breaks away.
"What was all that about?" I ask him, confused by his actions, "I mean, I'm grateful that you stepped in, but you didn't have to-"
I'm cut off by the feeling of his large hands on my waist again, yanking me into his muscular body, pressing me flush against his hips. Surprised, I barely register what is happening as he smashes his lips into mine, kissing me roughly, his tongue already slipping out to trace along my lower lip as I gasp into the kiss. My eyes widen momentarily, only to fall closed as I relax into the kiss, my hands coming up to run through his hair, pushing myself closer to him, his muscles right under my touch. The terminator steps forwards, shoving me up onto the hood of the car, still kissing me, his mouth ravaging mine hungrily as his hands start to move, pushing up my shirt to caress my back, one slipping down to grip my ass, tightening around me as he presses his chest tighter against mine. Moaning, I arch my chest into him, allowing him to slip his tongue into my mouth, the synthetic muscle exploring and roaming everywhere it can reach, only pulling back when I tap his arm, needing to breathe.
Heads staying close together, we stare at each other, our breaths mingling with each exhale, his hands still rubbing over my skin. It's only when a wolf whistle from somewhere nearby sounds that I remember exactly where we are. Eyes widening, I pull back further and look around, noticing the group of men walking past, three of them waving and jeering at us, leaving my neck exposed to Bob. Instantly, his mouth attaches to the skin there, sucking a mark onto my pulse point almost immediately, his tongue smoothing over the area, followed by a wet kiss.
Trying not to moan too loudly, I gently push him off, already craving his touch again.
"Not here, Bob. It's not appropriate." I gasp out, lightly running a hand down his face.
"I apologise. I was unable to withhold myself." He replies, helping me down off the car, adjusting my clothes for me.
Lifting an eyebrow, I smile at him in curiosity.
He simply smirks, having learnt the action from John, doing his impression of a shrug and helping me into the car.
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Headcanons for being Tony Stark’s son (Part 2)
Tony Stark x son!reader
warnings:
a/n: had to split it into 2 parts bc i hit the text limit dhshaggags
prompt: continued
part 1
~sokovia was ur first big mission~
“why is y/n here, stark?” -cap
“the first mistake was letting me become a father”
“good god, tony...”
you having the time of your life crushing robots
“WHEEEEEE”
also proving useful by saving avengers a handful of times
“thanks for the assist, stark clone” -clint
rip pietro
rhodey was actually the most worried about you if we’re being honest, he didn’t understand why they let you in this one???
“y/n? y/n, talk to me! are you alive?”
“yes, uncle rhodey! i’m perfect, stop worrying!”
“i love you, kid! be safe!”
✨a good family you’ve got✨
soon the avengers broke up bc your dad cant get along with steve and it was just really awkward
but you chose your dad’s side
“sorry, steve! he pays my allowance!”
peter was actually a little okay, you know!! spazzy at first, but he was cool
“dude, you’re y/n stark! you’re tony stark’s very own son! i’m talking to mr. stark’s only child!”
“yep, that’s me. i’m what earned tony the title of ‘DILF’”
teenage teamup? ofc
“am i doing alright?”
“looking a-okay, pete!”
tony was worried fighting steve would traumatize you so he made you wait at the hotel with happy and peter
“don’t do anything to embarrass me, y/n. i dont want to see you on the news for something stupid”
you and peter ended up hanging out in your room and watching tv and ordering room service
“how do you do that so smoothly? i’d just freak out and go get it myself”
“years of experience as a spoiled rich brat”
absolutely positively being up all night and trying to fight your exhaustion
“you two seem to be getting along well. couldn’t be me” -happy
“for someone named happy, you never seem to be happy”
“not around teenagers, no”
“i remember when you loved me, ‘uncle happy’”
peter texted you every day after that
whenever flash picked on peter for “never meeting tony stark” he’d show a picture of you and him taking selfies in the lab together yes you invite him over much to the dismay of everyone else around you
plus tony was out of town and you were finally trusted enough to be left alone unchecked so like, happy would just leave at the first sign of peter
“that’s not real!”
“jealous?”
you actually showed up for homecoming on a dare (but in disguise)
didn’t wanna attract all the attention, you just wanted a high school experience
but you got called into avengers tower to help move early on :/ bad timing too cuz peter had to fight his first villain and u missed it
“dude, how do you feel?”
“bruh sound effect number two”
“oh my god”
FRIDAY heard him and pulled up the sound and you were WEAK you couldn’t stop laughing
“please....i think i broke a few ribs. cant laugh until tomorrow”
tony offered peter the avengers gig and peter said no, you were very disappointed but u understood that not everyone wanted to be in the spotlight like that
but you and peter obviously still hung out
oh, tony proposed! they interviewed you on sight!
“y/n, how does it feel to know that you’re going to have a stepmom soon?”
“you guys are aware that pepper helped raise me, right? right?!”
moving on, life was smooth for a while, there was some wedding planning, talk of you being a best man (which rhodey fought you on)
“no, i’ve known your dad longer!”
“i’m his son!”
i n v a s i o n
oh boy that was rough
bruce was surprised that you had fucking grown so much in the past 3 years good lord
“y/n...your VOICE”
“puberty, i know. when’s it gonna happen to you?”
“it hurts more when it’s from a teenager”
“uh, did you forget my birthday?”
peter’s back! peter’s back!
finally, man
“spider-kid, i could use an assist!”
“on the way!”
“aliens, why did it have to be aliens?”
up up and away for tony and peter, leaving you on the ground with all the earthly chaos and fear
“you two are the absolute worst, you know that? DAD, PETER, GET BACK DOWN HERE”
“no can do, kid. i—” *cuts off*
“oh great, no service on the space donut, huh? find a damn wifi password and call me back you asshole”
pepper was probably having a heart attack bc the news stations were having a field day but you were one of the only active avengers left, meaning you had to help clean this up
“bruce, we gotta get going”
“what? where?”
“upstate”
patching up the avengers as best as you could to take care of the threat
but you guys always win, this should be a cake walk, right?
wrong.
this was bad, very bad
after a lengthy battle with thanos in wakanda, you had failed. thanos got the stones, he snapped. the world was in ruins. but you didn’t get to see that part
you dusted away
“tell dad i’m sorry and i love him”
tony finally came back to earth hoping to see you, but upon seeing pepper’s face, he knew you were gone
“he did everything he could, tony! he didn’t deserve it!”
she was extremely upset, she saw you like a son of her own
soon, her and tony restarted their life and had a daughter, dad always wondered what it’d be like to have a little girl. it was different, it really was
she was eager to meet you
morgan stole pictures of you to hang up in her room
“when i meet y/n, im gonna give him a big hug! then we’ll have a tea party!”
tony has a picture of you and peter in the kitchen, he misses the two of you, but found comfort in the fact that you may be with each other
an ounce of hope, he had to try something
save his only son, and his other son
when he got to 2012, he was disappointed that he hadn’t let you become an avenger yet because he couldn’t see you here
yada yada he fucked up now he’s in the 70s and he fixed the fuck up and now hes in 2023
and bruce snapped
and you were all brought back and the way you kicked ass was inspiring
tony had to see his son now. right now.
“y/n, dear god! you’re okay! oh, man. i love you so much, kid. i missed you”
“i love you too. and i can’t believe you went to space without me, meanie”
“get over it”
ah, back to old times
peter and you obviously had to team up for this one! come on, what a story to tell!
and then, a snap and the warriors began to fade. you turned around and saw him on his knees
“no...”
you rushed over to where peter already was and tried to hold back tears, to be strong for him
“hey, dad. i’m here. no more missed goodbyes, okay? i’m here.”
you sat beside him and held his hand while the rest of your family made their peace with him and he finally slipped away
“y/n...are you okay?” -peter
“not even a little”
peter was worried about you, but you were worried about peter
mutual worry
meeting morgan was...surprising
pepper forgot to tell you they had a daughter while you were gone
she was so sweet and for the first month you lived at the cabin, she slept in your room
you got NO space
“i love you y/n”
“love you too” *thinking about dad bc she just reminds you of him so much*
“i love you y/n”
“love you too, morgan”
over and over
peter and you had sleepovers a lot, usually at his house bc you were the only one besides ned allowed over bc of all the spider-stuff
ned fanboyed over you
also sleepovers at peter’s were a nice break from being at tony’s cabin where you were constantly reminded that he wasn’t there
“y/n, i’m going to europe for a field trip! it’s gonna be awesome!”
“dude, you’re gonna love it. are you bringing your suit?”
“no, this is my offical vacation. no spider-manning”
“good for you, man!”
peter sent you all the pictures he took on his phone
all of them
Peter-Man: And this one is me and Ned in our crappy hotel room. And here’s the river. And here’s MJ covered in birds, and here’s the airplane, Mr. Harrington fell asleep on me
you had to come to europe once you heard what was going on
happy and you picked up peter and he was a mess
“you gave away dad’s glasses?”
“i think we’re past the point that i am not smart”
“jesus, peter. you should have called me about them. i would have taken them off your hands if you weren’t ready for them”
having to make sure that you guys didn’t get hurt bc this was honestly your guy’s first solo pair-up
there wasnt much backup here
finally, you defeated the evil (who apparently held a very large grudge against you. sorry mister beck) and were able to go back home
“call me if you need anything, pete”
“i will. i promise.”
and the next thing you know...peter’s identity was exposed
“i left him alone for one day!”
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modern levi ackerman dating headcanons
lowercase intended !
levi ackerman x gn!reader
- firstly, lets get love language out of the way
- i think his love language would be acts of service
- so like, he'll brew your coffee for you and set out your favourite mug when he goes to the kitchen to make his tea (bc we all know he'd wake up earlier than you 🙄)
- or he'll pick up a muffin from your favourite bakery on his way home
- or if you ask him to remind you to do something later, he's immediately writing it out on a sticky note and sticking it somewhere youd notice
- he notices youre getting low on your favourite moisturizer ? or lipbalm ? he's taking a picture of the packaging and getting it the next time he drives past walmart or smth
- he just does little things that help make your day better
- now i feel like a lot of people say this already, but he is NOT very comfortable with public displays of affection
- its not that he doesnt like it when you touch him, or hold his hand, or kiss his cheek, he just gets flustered and feels like everyone is watching you two
- but one thing he does allow is looping your arms together while you walk, especially in crowded streets
- it doesnt mean he doesnt like being close with you, he just hates doing it public. when youre alone ? hes ALL OVER YOU.
- "will you play with my hair ?"
- "levi im working."
- "okay can you multitask ?" motherfucker 😐
- doesnt matter if hes the big spoon or little spoon, just being close to you is enough.
- also would try and get used to your love language
- if your love language is physical touch hes genuinely surprised by how many times you put his hands on him each day (NOT in a sexual way) like even his mother never touched him as much and he's a momma's boy 😳
- when you wake up your coming out to the kitchen to fill your coffee, but not before kissing the top of his head as you walk past
- then youre guzzling down your coffee like its water before putting it in the sink and walking back, petting his head in the process
- you'll hug him while hes cooking, or brushing his teeth. youre giving him kisses before he leaves and when he comes home, just little small acts of love, but it happens so frequently that levi cant help but notice it
- your love language is verbal affirmations ? youre getting your coffee while saying "goodmorning beautiful"
- "i love yous" are thrown at him a lot, they never fail to make him feel better
- youll compliment this man and he short circuits for a second, quickly gets used to it as time goes on
- also too i think he'd be taller in a modern au, but not very very tall like erwin, im talking 5'7" to 5'9"
- and he's fine with his height, it doesn't bother him that much, he's the average height of a man so what's the big deal ?
- also he really doesnt care about height either. youre shorter than him ? cool, that means he can bend down to give you little forehead kisses. around the same height as him ? awesome, that makes it easier for him to give you a peck on the lips. taller than him ? mf he'll climb you like a tree if he has to. really doesn't care.
- also doesn't have a preferences for body type or anything. he thinks that character is way more important than looks 100% and he'll always find different things about you beautiful. your laugh is weird ? k now he's making you two watch a john mulaney special to so youll laugh. hate your belly and wanna lose weight, he's holding you and telling you to only lose weight if you genuinely want to be "healthier" and not so you get skinny. your acne scars bother you ? he's kissing your cheeks a lot more than usual, but you can't complain. literally Loves Every Part of You
- also i think his family would absolutely ADORE YOU and his friends for that matter
- miss kuchel is pulling you into a hug the first time she sees you, and is so accomodating and sweet. shes genuinely interested in your interests and what you do for a living, and will NOT hesitate to get levi's baby pictures out if you ask.
- his uncle ? he probably wont be there for the family dinner, but then kuchel's gonna call him up like "levi's s/o ?? absolutely spectacular !!" and then hes like "huh maybe i gotta come visit to see the runt and his lover"
- also i think in a modern au, kuchel wouldve gotten really sick when levi is a boy, so kenny would have came home to take care of his sister and try and take care of levi. in the end she got better, and he went back to his own home, but now she requests that he come for at least one family holidy so they can all spend it together
- BUT back to mr. ackerman
- idk what he'd do in modern times, i used to think he'd be a good english professor for a university, but then i saw a headcanon that he'd go into law school and become a lawyer, and honestly ?? it makes sense
- after a long day at work he just wants to come home to you, he'll find you on the couch reading or doing some of your own work, so he'll just slip off his coat and blazer and undo his tie while slipping off his shoes by the door. before plopping his head in your lap and requesting you to play with his hair.
- if you don't live with him hes taking a shower and then immediately calling you asking to come over. if you can ?? great he'll be in bed waiting to be spooned. if not, thats fine, but levi would like to facetime and rant.
- also has the absolute WORST road rage
- "that little prick cut me off !"
- "levi he's taking his driver's test !"
- "so ? i hope that instructor doesn't give the idiot a pass 🙄" and then will immediately honk his horn at the poor kid.
- also wouldnt be a clean freak like in canonverse. his whole "everything has to be spotless" stuff stems from trauma, specifically being left in an apartment with his decaying mother for weeks on end, but since kuchel is alive that never happens
- were things a little hectic during the time she was sick ? sure ! but kenny always tried to tidy up a bit when he saw it was getting to levi.
- levi just likes things to be neat and tidy, he doesnt do a deep clean of his apartment every two weeks, but always makes sure to clean up his messes as soon as they happen
- also doesnt like to fight
- his mom raised him with the idea that communication is key, and always encouraged him to "explain why hes upset" so they could work together to come up with a solution
- its something hes taken with him to adulthood, and even though sometimes he sounds like hes talking to a child when hes trying to get you to "use your words" he really doesnt mean to
- if youre yelling at him he'll stand there like 😐 and wait until youre out of breath so he can say "okay lets talk about this"
- is also very handy
- have a hole in your wall ? hes coming over to fix it
- need a lightbulb changed ? hes got u dont worry
- you need to assemble a piece of furniture ? he glances at the step by step guide once before hes putting it together
- hes so great at that stuff, and you only have kenny to thank
- literally when kenny first came to stay with levi and kuchel when she was sick, the kitchen light went out and he asked levi to screw another lightbulb in, the poor kid stood there like 🤨 and when kenny said "what ? you don't know how to change a fucking lightbulb ?" levi shook his head and said "uncle kenny im seven 😐"
- kenny was APPALLED. and immediately made it his mission to make levi as handy as himself.
- also, dates with him are rlly lowkey.
- he likes being in your company, so staying home and ordering take out is AWESOME in his opinion. sometimes he'll dress up and make a fancy meal with you.
- if you like going to carnivals and stuff, he's reluctant but eventually caves. wins you a lot of the prizes.
- "fuck. this shit is rigged y/n"
- "sorry levi, lets go do something else !"
- "what ? no. give me another dollar im getting you that fucking turtle"
- hange always wants to see you. levi makes it his life mission to keep you away from them as much as possible. not because he doesnt want you to get along with his friends, just because he knows that hange will spill some embarassing secrets from his college days.
- erwin ? hes okay but hes on thin fucking ice.
- also is very gentlemanly. will not only hold the door for you but for everyone. hes waiting in line for his order and someone comes up behind him and asks him to scootch so they can get some napkins ? mf its grabbing a handful himself and handing it to the person, wishing them a nice day with a small smile. hes just like,, a genuinely good person
- his singing voice ? immaculate. will he sing for you ? no.
- he also loves playing board games with you. like chess or checkers. you love playing board games with him and his friends, specifically monopoly. hange makes moblit form an alliance with them. mike is a lone wolf, and erwin and levi are always helping each other out until erwin betrays him. lots of trust is ruined between these game nights, but you literally cant bring yourself to care because its so fun to watch it unfold
this is my first headcanon thingy !! im v excited !! hope u all enjoyed 🤩✨ should i do more headcanons like these ???
- all in all, levi is a cool guy, and a cool bf.
#attack on titan#attack on titan fanfiction#levi ackerman x reader#levi ackerman#attack on titan x reader#armin arlert#mikasa ackerman#eren yeager#eren jaeger
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tatiana // steve rogers 🌸
↳ summary: you've made a series of mistakes concerning steve and you're not going to stop now, although these mistakes may leave you in some unprecedented circumstances.
↳ relationship: soft dark!steve rogers x reader
↳ word count: 5.4k (i got carried away with this one)
↳ warnings: explicit smut, mildly dubious consent, emotional manipulation, cockwarming, dad!steve
↳ author’s note: some more soft dark steve bc we all need it 🤤 this may be one of my favorite steve fics i’ve ever written, so please enjoy! 💖
The white doves that tell the tales residing inside the heavy book that weighs down your lap flutter downwards, blowing little wisps of air onto your skin as your fingers slacken and the cover of the hardback hits the pages with a soft thud. Perched on the edge of the too-big queen-sized bed with the too-soft mattress, you take a second to breathe deeply, cherishing these moments of peace because these breaths haven’t come easy to you recently. Your head falls into one of your hands, your bones as exhausted as your mind. You have to remember that it’s ten in, hold for five, and ten out just like he taught you, but the thought escapes you as your lungs struggle to intake air in anything but huge, gasping breaths. It feels like someone is sitting on your chest, a weight so heavy having settled where your heart should be, dragging your body further to the ground than gravity.
But you’re unable to help the sincere albeit shaky smile on your face when you admire her, your breathing starting to even out until it’s shallow and steady. Round cheeks squished against the pillow, one of her chubby little hands gripping your sleeve and the other tucked underneath her head, she’s a vision - truly a beacon of light in what is otherwise a neverending spiral into darkness. Carefully and with all of the finesse that your shaking hands can muster, you pry her fingers off of your sleeve one by one, although you know that the chances of her waking up are slim. You love telling her that she can sleep through an earthquake or a hurricane because it always - without fail - elicits that same sweet little giggle from the sleeping girl in front of you and a whiny “Mama!” , her beaming smile enough to warm your heart for the rest of your life.
Tatiana’s long eyelashes - all too reminiscent of her daddy’s - fan against her face while she dozes, her mouth wide open and her soft snores the only sound in the room. Her closed eyes shield you from the most disarming baby blues that never let you forget exactly who her father is, and the thought alone makes the blood pumping your heart run cold, an involuntarily shudder passing through you at the feeling.
He’s just over in the next room and you know it - the apartment is almost entirely silent but you know. He’s waiting, expecting you, knowing that you’ll come to see him at the end of the night. Tatiana’s enthusiasm and your insistence upon reading her to sleep hopefully went unnoticed by him - being alone in a room with him always makes your skin crawl and your heart beat erratically but you know that he can smell the arousal that pools between your thighs regardless of the attitude that you give him on the surface.
Not wanting him to come and look for you, you decide that you’ve spent enough time in this massive bedroom - a converted guest room - that’s far too large for a 3-and-a-half-year-old. You lean down over your baby, hand coming up to brush a thumb over her cheek and then run a hand through over the top of her head, pushing the stray baby hairs out of her face. You make sure to place the book on her nightstand so that you don’t have a fiasco like the last time that you couldn’t find it. It ended up underneath the couch and your daughter was in a mood for the whole day, pouting and sulking when her father told her that he couldn’t find it. It was a gift that was given to you by her favorite uncle, Tony, when she was born: Grimm’s Fairy Tales. Tony considers it essential in developing her love for reading and stories at an early age, and you didn’t argue, the gift so sweet and thoughtful that you make sure to read at least a little to her every night. Making sure to turn her nightlight on, you rise and head to the door, looking back over your shoulder one more time to see her cocooned in her blanket and being swallowed by her mattress. The image alone makes a chuckle rise in your throat and you shake your head before flipping the light switch and closing the door.
Your back is pressed against the hard lines of Tatiana’s door, and your gaze falls on the one at the end of the hallway. It’s been left ajar, almost as if he’s inviting you inside. You know that you shouldn’t - common sense is telling you that you should steer clear of that room for the sole reason that you know exactly what or rather who lays in their bed behind it. Before you even realize what’s happening, a deep baritone is summoning you to, “Come in”.
Silently, you curse yourself, aware that it’s too late to take back any chance of escape that you may have had prior to this, but you press your palm against the white wood of the door so that it slowly slides open. The sight that greets you makes you want to claw at your skin as much as you want to claw at his. The idea of vertical red lines scratched down his back makes you bite your lip and really assess the gorgeous man stretched out in front of you.
At a closer listen, you’re aware that he’s actually been playing music, soft jazz melodies floating through the air that ease your anxiety just a little. His bed is directly across from the door and obnoxiously large and comfortable - it used to be covered in pillows and have a softer mattress and extra blankets, but that was before you moved out. Now, the pillows are somewhere in a closet, as are the blankets, and the mattress is significantly harder than it used to be, although not uncomfortable. But the bed isn’t what’s making your mouth water and a fire ignite in your stomach. It’s the man atop it.
He’s stretched out like some kind of god - picture Dionysus - with the bone structure and physique of Adonis, and you think that if the heavens opened up right now and took him back you wouldn’t bat a single eyelash. The only sources of light in the room are the twin lamps that emanate a bright, white light. The light catches all of the planes and angles of his face, the shadows and highlights alike showing you all of his best features. And he’s absolutely the picture of relaxation, back leaning against the headboard, right hand behind his head and the left holding a book.
He’s only wearing a pair of grey sweatpants and a black t-shirt that’s slightly rucked up to show the line of abdominal hair that leads down to what you really want, but he may as well have been wearing nothing because you wouldn’t be able to tear your eyes off of this man if you tried. And even from the few meters that separate the two of you, you can feel the intensity of his blue gaze behind his glasses - it always feels like he’s stripping you slowly, carefully, methodically in his mind. Not only is it disconcerting but it makes you feel things that you can only associate with uncomfortable desire. His eyebrow quirks up and the hand that was behind his head slowly slides his glasses down the bridge of his perfect nose until they drop to his side. His lips quirk up into a smug little smirk that you simultaneously want to punch and kiss off his face.
“Hey,” he says your name like a prayer, lips wrapping around the sound and it draws you into the room - you’re almost floating towards him.
You swallow, willing yourself to say something instead of just standing there, staring at him like an idiot. Relaxing your stance, one of your hands finds your hip and the other runs over your hair that you’re sure is a mess from playing with your daughter earlier.
“Hi,” you reply quietly, almost a whisper. He mirrors you, running a hand through his golden hair and then over his clean-shaven jaw - Tatiana prefers it that way.
“She asleep?”
You nod, finding yourself on the edge of his bed as he puts his book face down next to him. Inhaling deeply, he runs his large hands over his powerful thighs and even that small motion has you distracted and you squeeze your own thighs together, shaking your head disapprovingly at yourself. Absent-mindedly, your hand comes up to toy with the pendant of the simple necklace that you always wear, and you watch Steve’s eyes as they follow your movements. They zero in on your exposed décolletage and darken, his tongue running over his plush pink lower lip again. Pulling his phone from underneath his pillow, he makes a point of checking it before glancing back up at you.
“What?”
“You checked the time, sweetheart?”
At the shake of your head, he flips his phone around to show you that it’s four minutes past midnight.
“Shit, are you kidding me?” you groan almost childishly, rising hastily and making your way towards the door. “I’ve got work tomorrow - I wasn’t supposed to stay this late.”
“Hey, hey,” Steve quickly moves to stand up and placate you, rounding the bed to come and stand in front of you with his hands out. “It’s not your fault - Tati was excited to see you, you can’t blame her… or yourself for that matter. She’s been asking about you for weeks now, talkin’ everybody’s ear off about it. She doesn’t get to see us all the time, you know that-”
You know it all too well. Frankly, you’re proud of your success - there’s no reason that you shouldn’t be. You were lucky enough to land a key internship at Stark Industries as a college student that really gave you a leg up in a lot of your future professional life. You were already set to inherit what is now your publishing company from your father, but you were unsure about whether or not that was something that you wanted to devote your life to. Sooner rather than later, something clicked for you and that was when you decided to pick up your father’s life’s work, reassuring him that it would be left in capable hands so that he could eventually retire peacefully. Not that he doesn’t still hover because he does, giving you advice whether you want it or not and making final decisions in places where you’re torn. Initially, there was a lot of discontent within the company concerning your father’s replacement: he is something of a legend in the publishing world and even you were terrified that you wouldn’t be able to live up to their expectations. You had to prove that you deserved to have the CEO position that your father appointed you to, show people and yourself, more importantly, that you were worth being there as much as any other employee. It took some years, but you love your job, so much so in fact that your mother - a former dentist - is often concerned that you’re working yourself to an early grave.
Unfortunately, this leaves little time for you to spend with your family, especially your daughter. Your job requires an exorbitant amount of international travel, meaning that your house barely looks like a home because most weeks, it’s empty.
Sighing, the thought in itself makes a grey cloud hang over your head to shroud you in despondency. Steve notices and the corners of his lips turn downwards as he boldly approaches you and gently grabs your upper arms. His touch in itself makes you soften and he dips his head to try and catch your eyes. When he does, he gives you a crooked, boyish smile that makes the crease in your eyebrows disappear and your lips curve into a shy grin.
“I know it’s part of your job,” Steve’s voice drops even further, hands rubbing up and down your arms, thumbs stroking the cotton of your shirt. “But she misses you… why don’t you just stay over?”
This makes you freeze in place and try and free yourself from his grip, but he only tightens it, that same compassionate look in his eyes.
“Baby,” before you can reprimand him for using the pet name, he anticipates your next words and shushes you so that he can continue, “I bet Tati would love to see you when she wakes up tomorrow morning. Imagine the look on her face - she’d be overjoyed. Just think about it.”
You know what he’s doing and still attempt to wrestle free, but his hold on you is solid though it doesn’t tighten any further.
“Steve,” you sigh in what sounds like defeat and you can see the spark of hope ignite in his eyes. “You know why I have to get home. I’ll come back tomorrow - I’ve got the whole week here before I head out again-”
“But then what?” he says your name pleadingly, though his tone sounds almost accusatory. “I could be gone on a mission at any time and then some of the team has to take care of her - or your parents, or your sister, or your brother. Look, I try to be here as much as I can but I’m not planning to hang up the shield for a few more years-”
“And I’m not expecting you to, I never said I was, Steve,” you fire back, taking a step towards him with your arms still pinned by your sides. “I get that your missions are unpredictable and unexpected - you can’t help that - but there’s no way that I can lose these clients overseas, especially since I basically just got this position-”
“So you’re saying that you’re prioritizing your job over our daughter?” his voice rises slightly, but his eyes don’t harden at all.
“That’s- are you kidding me? That’s not at all what I’m saying. I want to provide financial stability that’s enough for the rest of her life and with both of us working, she’ll have more than enough for her and her kids and probably her kids’ kids. God, why would you even -”
“You know what she told me yesterday?”
This makes the fire within you die down just a little, your heart skipping a beat when you register the intensity of his gaze and the gravity of his words. You swallow, hands starting to clam up and lips starting to quiver. He knew what reaction this would give you, effectively shutting you up.
“Wh-what- I mean, you know...what did she say?”
Steve suddenly looks away from you, releasing your arms and pacing, turning his back to you. Letting out a distressed sigh, he shoves his hands deep into his mop of blonde hair, planting himself on the edge of the bed and shaking his head.
“I shouldn’t have said anything- I’m sorry, it’s not my place-”
His voice is quiet but also muffled by his hands, but now he’s piqued your curiosity so you can’t just let this go - especially because it concerns the single most important person in your life. Without thinking, you rush over, getting on your knees before him, right in between his open legs. Tentatively, your hands land on his knees and your thumbs trace small circles where they lay.
“Steve,” you call out softly. Nothing happens for a moment - he remains silent and the jazz song is underscored by his ragged breathing. The feeling of nervousness that already set in your stomach drops further and further, blood running like fire once again through your veins. When he finally does look up at you, he looks torn, like a lost golden retriever. He knows very well what that look does to you and you’re more than aware of it yourself, yet you find that you are unable to look away from those eyes that mirror those of your daughter so perfectly.
He says your name quietly, his significantly larger hand covering one of yours that rest on his knee. Though you hate to admit it to yourself, it makes the suspense of the situation so much more bearable.
“It’s just,” Steve hesitates, unable to maintain eye contact with you and sitting up from his hunched position, “she asked me why you were never here…”
Your heart sinks, another lump stuck in your throat.
“And you said…?”
“A-All I did was tell her the truth,” he shrugs, exhaling another shaky breath before looking at you with glassy eyes, “I told her that you’re really busy with work all the time, but every time you’re not at work, you’re trying your best to spend all your time with her.”
Steeling yourself not to cry, you look away from his face and lower your gaze to stare at the carpet.
Ten in, hold for five, ten out.
“That doesn’t sound too bad,” you say lightheartedly, knowing full-well that there’s more to it. Steve manages a chuckle, but it sounds forced so you decide to shut up and listen.
“But then she said that it was okay because she has Nat instead.”
There it was.
You’ve always known that your daughter has been brutally honest - as all children often are - but this is a pain unlike anything that you’ve felt before. Your fingers come up to your chest to clutch at your breast, dying to massage away the aching of your heart. Hot trails of fire spill onto your cheeks and the moment that Steve registers them, he takes advantage of your position on the floor and tucks his hands underneath your arms to drag you up to sit on his lap like a doll.
You’re curled up on top of your ex-fiancé’s thighs, his hand pressing the side of your head into his hard but surprisingly comfortable shoulder, and you’re sobbing your fucking eyes out at the harsh but very real words of your three-and-a-half-year-old daughter. Steve says your name comfortingly and wraps his arms tightly around your body, rocking you back and forth while he shushes you and whispers sweet nothings into your ear.
It definitely hurts to hear: the hectic, distant, fast-paced and frankly insane life that you’ve been trying to convince yourself isn’t your reality is indeed the truth and even your daughter can recognize that. You’re ashamed of yourself, Steve’s kind words only making you feel so much worse.
Between sobs, you attempt to explain yourself but Steve just keeps quieting you, rubbing circles into your back. All he says is ten in, hold for five, ten out.
Once you’ve calmed down a little, you realize the vulnerable spot that you’re in - one you shouldn’t be in. You squirm in his arms like you’re about to get up but once again, he holds you firmly in place.
“I need to head out, Steve- I’ve gotta get some time alone to think about-”
“Or,” he draws out the word, voice having hardened significantly, “you could stay here and when our daughter comes to wake me up in the morning, she’ll find you here too.”
Jerking your head back, you’re genuinely shocked at his audacity.
“Steve, let’s get this straight,” you start, feeling much more confident and calm than before, “if I’m staying here, we are absolutely not sleeping in the same room. We’re not having a repeat of what happened the last time-”
“And what was so bad about the last time, hmm, sweetheart?”
He runs his index finger over your jawline, dragging it down the length of your neck and down to your exposed collarbones.
“If I do recall,” his voice is much quieter but also deeper, “you thoroughly enjoyed what we did the last time.”
His one arm keeps you anchored to him, the other moving from your chest to cup behind your neck and pull you to meet his lips.
“Steve-”
Your protests die in your throat as you feel his soft lips on you, your eyes fluttering shut as he starts to press wet, open-mouthed kisses on your throat. He works his way up to underneath your ear, biting in places that you know you should be worried about him marking before he nips at your earlobe with his perfect teeth and traces the outer shell of your ear with his tongue. It makes you whimper softly, the sound making your eyes shoot open and snapping you out of whatever trance he’s put you in, your spine going rigid.
“We’re not doing this,” you say firmly, placing your hands flat on his chest and pushing backward. He looks resigned but nods, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head instead.
“Fine, but I still insist that you stay here,” he presses. “Not for me, but for Tatiana - think of her. She’ll love it.”
Biting your lip, you consider it for a moment before sucking your teeth and staring heavenwards.
What’s the worst that could happen? And if it’s just so that Tatiana can see you with her in the morning, it’s more than worth having to deal with Steve for a night.
“Okay, fine- fine. You’re gonna need to let me borrow some clothes. If I’d known that this was the plan, I would’ve packed more appropriately.”
Steve’s self-satisfied smirk irks you and he shifts you off of his lap, standing up so that he can disappear inside his walk-in to search for something for you to wear. You can’t help but notice that as he’s walking, he has to adjust the crotch of his sweatpants which aren’t really hiding anything. You clear your throat and look away, the heat that previously ran throughout your body all settles in your core.
Something that smells suspiciously like Steve - soap, pine, lavender and something citrusy - smacks you in the face, making you scowl when the clothing falls to reveal a grinning Steve who looks very pleased with himself leaning against the closet door.
“C’mon,” he gestures to you with one hand, the other shoved in his pocket. “I’d love to get some sleep, so get changed.”
He turns on his heel and heads to another door on the other side of the room, walking inside as he yells, “And make sure to let people know that you aren’t gonna be in tomorrow. We’ve got plans, doll.”
Plans?
The door clicks behind him, and you heave a deep sigh, wanting to fall through the bed. Quickly, you disrobe, folding your clothes and placing them onto one of the armchairs in the corner of his room next to the record player. Looking at what he brought you, you shake your head in incredulity.
This cheeky motherfucker.
He’s only brought you a t-shirt - a white one with the Captain America insignia on the back, the same one that you bought for him as a joke on the first birthday of his that you spent together. You purposely made sure that it was loose enough for you to wear to bed by itself too because he wears all of his t-shirts in a size too small - not that you’d ever complain - and you hated grabbing one of his shirts, putting it on, and finding that it fit you just like one of your own.
You pull it over your head and look back to the empty space on the bed.
No shorts either.
You scold yourself because you should’ve known that he’d pull something like this. But he’s promised that things won’t go to levels that you’re not comfortable with, so you just sleeping in your panties and this t-shirt should be fine.
Maybe?
Entering the bathroom, Steve hands you the toothbrush that he keeps here for you, his own buzzing in his mouth, and you thank him silently with your eyes as you take it from him. Your eyes travel up his body, narrowing because he’s taken off his shirt and his sweatpants, and he is only wearing a pair of grey Calvins, distracting you and making even more moisture pool between your thighs. Steve evidently notices your not-so-subtle staring and tries to hide his smile under the guise of brushing with renewed vigor.
Get a hold of yourself.
The two of you finish up in the bathroom, Steve walking behind you and burning holes into your bare thighs. He turns off both of the lights on either side of his bed as you crawl underneath the heavy comforter, curling in on yourself. You turn away from him, hoping that it indicates that you’re not up for talking and just want to sleep. He moves around a little bit before getting in with you, and suddenly your space is crowded by pillows?
He remembered.
It makes the butterflies in your belly that have been dormant for a long time start to wake up.
Rearranging the pillows in the fashion that you like, you try and put today’s events behind you and make a silent vow to yourself that you will do better, you will try harder to become a better and more present mother to your daughter.
In fact, you’re so absorbed in your thoughts that sleep begins to pull you into its clutches, your eyes drooping lower and lower until your breathing evens out and you’re just on the cusp of it when a strong, hard body molds itself against your back. Any semblance of sleep that you felt just moments ago slips away, your eyes widening.
“What are you doing -”
His hand clamps around your mouth, promptly cutting you off before his other warm hand runs down your front, down your t-shirt before creeping underneath, all while leaving a trail of fire in his wake. You’re thrashing now, knowing that your efforts will be futile because as much as you can tell yourself you don’t want this, it’s everything that you’ve ever wanted.
It was a mistake like this that gave you the best thing to ever happen to you.
His lips touch your ear at the same time his hand flicks your peaked nipple, making you buck your hips back into him. “Oh, sweetheart, look at you.”
He gropes at your breast for another few seconds, his gentle yet firm grip doing nothing to ease the desire that you have for him. A sharp pinch to your nipple sends a lightning bolt right to your cunt. It then moves even further downwards, past down your belly button, hovering over where you need him the most.
“So needy, aren’t you, baby?”
He slips the fingertip of his index finger underneath the band of the lace, snapping it so that you gasp against his hand.
“I’ve been able to smell you all night,” he buries his face in your neck, inhaling deeply and the groan from deep within his chest vibrates against your back. Arching your back into him, he uses both of his hands to push your hips into his, hooking his thumbs over the band of your panties and sliding the rest of his fingers underneath. “You wet for me, sweetheart?”
You can do nothing but nod - this is a mistake but you wish that every mistake that you ever made felt this good.
“Good girl,” you can hear his grin while he removes his hands and his index finger slides against your covered core. “This all for me?”
You nod again and he moans loud , louder than the sounds of your desperate panting. The jazz record continues to spin on the needle.
Slowly, he runs a finger up and down your folds, feeling the slick that has dampened your panties. He thrusts up into your ass in response, wasting no more time.
“Please-”
You choke out the word, needing him to extinguish the flames that he’s ignited inside of you.
“It’s okay, doll - I got you.”
And he does, yanking down his underwear over his cock and wrapping his hand around the base. In your eagerness, you shove your own panties down your hips, causing Steve to rumble a laugh and click his tongue at you.
“Baby,” he exhales, evidently amused at your whiny demeanor. “Did you really think you could trick me? Comin’ in here, all shy and nervous but still tempting me… knowing exactly what you’re doin’, hmm? You wanna be a family again, sweetheart?”
With this, he guides the head of his dick to your entrance, rubbing up and down the sensitive skin, taking his time. And in all the time that you’ve known him, Steve is not the type to be patient.
“All you had to do was ask.”
And then he slams into you - really and truly because you jerk forward at his powerful thrust, eyes watering at the sensation. He’s so big that the stretch precariously toes the line between pain and pleasure but just falls on the side of being enjoyable. The sound of skin slapping sin is lewd and filthy and you love it.
Steve’s deft fingers quickly find your clit and press down, rubbing circles into the small nub. Coupled with Steve’s labored breathing and moans in your ear, it doesn’t take you long to be right on the edge of your peak.
“I can feel you, doll,” he whispers, teeth grazing your ear once again. “You gonna cum for me, make a mess all over my dick?”
You nod frantically, unable to speak, eyes squeezed shut.
“No, no, no, baby,” he breathes. “Look at me while I make you cum - I want you to know who’s making you feel this good. Tell me who’s about to make you cum, baby.”
Opening your eyes, he flips you around so that you’re facing him, throwing one of your legs over his and he does it all without ceasing his motions. Your body warms in embarrassment, however because you’re chasing your release, you swallow any pride that you may have and give him what he wants.
“You are-”
An exceptionally hard thrust makes you squeal and Steve grunts in disappointment. He’s got one arm encircled around your waist, the other gripping your throat bruisingly tight.
“I didn’t fucking hear you, sweetheart.”
“You are,” you try a bit louder, your ability to form coherent sentences significantly impaired.
“What was that, doll?”
“You are,” you yell emphatically, the pressure being applied to your clit temporarily pushing the words out of your mouth in exactly the way you know he likes it.
He bounces you on his cock, pulling you into a heated kiss before drastically increasing his speed, every thrust upwards poking at your g-spot.
“That’s right, sweetheart,” he licks a stripe up your throat and your hands scramble to find purchase on his slick skin. Your nails dig into his back, painting those thin crimson lines he likes so much. “Just like that.”
A strangled moan crawls out of your throat but he shushes you, squeezing your neck tighter.
“I know, I know,” he soothes. “Cum for me, doll.”
And so you do - your thighs quiver and your lips part wide in a silent scream, eyes rolling to the back of your head. Your muscles contract around Steve’s dick which sets off his own orgasm but almost stubbornly, he keeps his eyes on your blissed-out face while he spills his own release into you.
Once the two of you come down from your high, your heart racing and your breath erratic, Steve’s tight embrace does nothing to quell your growing anxiety at what the fuck you’ve just done - again.
“Should keep you like this forever,” Steve pulls you into the heated skin of his chest and buries his face into the space between your shoulder and your neck. His cock is still buried inside of you. “Fucked full of my cock for the rest of your life. I bet you’d like that, baby.”
His words make tears spring to your eyes - guilt - and you can’t even give him a response, so all he does is exhale deeply, kissing the top of your head and settling into the sea of pillows around you.
“Night, sweetheart.”
And then he promptly falls asleep, no more words exchanged between the two of you. Truly you can do nothing more but wrap your arms around his neck, the weight of him inside you making it difficult for you to get comfortable, and try to get some rest. The jazz record slowly starts to come to a close.
The moonlight shines through the slits of Steve’s blinds, depicting white horizontal lines across his back. It makes him look like art, you think, running your hands slowly up and down his bare skin. As you do, the light catches on the ostentatious rock on your ring finger.
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