#but I did ask him about something else recently and I dont want to annoy him

[sonknuxadow]

i get so confused when i see people say sonic should treat amy better. not because i think sonic should be a jerk to her or anything but because hes ALREADY nice to her. theyre really good friends? what are you talking about

#and i Know its because sonic was always ignoring or turning down amys romantic advances #back when she was really obvious about her crush and always trying to get him to date her #which is really stupid. because theyre not dating why should sonic have had to tolerate or play along with that stuff #just because you like someone doesnt mean they owe you romantic affection. #not even if theyre your friend. not even if theyre nice to you. not even if youre nice to them #(not saying amy thinks shes entitled to a romantic relationship with sonic but the people im talking about seem to think she is) #and from what i remember even when amy was at her worst with that kinda stuff sonic still wasnt mean to her? #the worst he would do is tell her no when she asked him to marry her or whatever or be visibly uncomfortable with whatever she said or did #which are not unreasonable reactions to have to something like that #and in the more recent stuff sonic isnt even doing that because amys crush is almost never brought up anymore #so they just have a completely normal friendship like they would have with anyone else. #and to be clear im not complaining. i like seeing sonic and amy be best friends without annoying romance stuff getting in the way #i just dont know what more these people want. sonic doesnt have to be nicer to her because hes already nice to her

[satorubrain]

Heyy <3

Can i have *another* request for the child eater Gojo~ how he would wake us up:

Normally (everyday)

To be sweet~

In an emergency~

and To be a pain!

Thank you!! i'm looking so forward to this!!!

Pairing: Gojo Satoru x Reader.

Tags: Fluff, slight angst.

Synopsis: How Satoru wakes you up.

A/N: WELL THEN I HOPE U ENJOY THIS BBY <3

Normally.

Lets consider this is the normal one but the real normal is "to be a pain"

He wouldn't. He doesn't even want to get up. But your phone is too far from his reach and it's too comfortable to leave. He nuzzles in the crook of your neck, inhaling your sweet scent mixed with your lotion.

"Babeeee" he whines. "Your alarm has been going off for the last 15 minutes? Think you can do something about it please?"

"Mn. 5 more minutes pleasee" You mumble in your sleep, head buried in the pillow, eliciting a giggle from him.

It's a daily thing and both of you knew that. The 5 minutes might turn into 5 hours and you'll still somehow manage to doze off without a worry in your sleepyhead.

He hugs you a little tighter before dragging you up along with him, rocking back and forth with you, saying sweet nothings in your ear waking you up (mostly because if he annoys you in the morning, he'd be found dead in the next two seconds).

To be sweet.

This usually happens when you return late at night from a week long mission or when he fully knows you've been having a hard time recently, he tries his best to be extra sweet.

He wakes up a little early, drawing you a bath so you can relax. While the water is filling up he gets you breakfast, since he's prohibited from cooking but at least he knows how to make your favourite kind of tea.

Giving you a gentle kiss on your cheek as he slides an arm under your back, helping you get up.

"Good morning, sweet. I've got you breakfast and drawn a bath for you. What do you want first..... Or perhaps you want me?" He mischievously jokes earning a smack on the shoulder from you.

In an emergency.

I dont really imagine what kind of emergencies he might have. But I can think of three to be specific.

Case 1:

If anything that wakes him is your phone ringing because someone called you at an ungodly time.

Thankfully before it could even bother you, he picks it up just to find out about an emergency exorcism of a special grade curse that appeared out of nowhere. All it did was annoy him, he was irritated by the higherups who decided to summon you at 4 in the morning.

No he still doesn't wake you up. Instead he decides to solve your problem and not bother your peace.

Giving you a quick peck on your forehead, whispering "sleep tight, sweets. I will be right back" to which you mumble random incomprehensible words, which was enough encouragement for him. It doesn't even take him an hour to finish up your work and return to your warm embrace, giving in to his sleep.

"Uhh what did I get paid for?" You question, mostly yourself while checking the text message as you got ready for the day.

"Well i wonder" he stands proudly in front of you grinning widely giving you an answer.

Case 2:

He's crying.

It's one of the days when his thoughts get the better of him, his past comes tumbling down, numbing his senses and leaving him so vulnerable.

He's holding you close, afraid that he'll have to lose you too- maybe that you'll leave him or something else. His past has left a deep wound in his heart that is far from being healed, which reopens from time to time leaving him whimpering and afraid.

You soon wake up to his silent sobs, his chest heaving, and his soft sniffs. It doesn't take you long to come to your senses and realize he's probably having an anxiety attack. You know what's aching him, he doesn't need to tell you nor do you need to ask.

You hug him tightly as you gently pat his head. "My love, my Satoru. I'm here alright? You'll be fine. We will be fine okay, love?" you try your best to comfort him, reminding him to regulate his breathing as you wipe his tears, and thankfully it seems to be working.

"P-please... Don't leave me" Satoru pleads, sounding so pained and broken. You feel your heart shatter at his words.

"Always my love, I'll always be with you" You assure him, cupping his cheeks as he rests his forehead against yours, closing his eyes while holding you tightly as he falls asleep.

To be a pain.

Exhibit A.

Another emergency being, him having a stupid question at 3 fucking 48 in the morning.

"babe babe as curses are developing they will start crushing too?" "Do you think Sukuna ever gets lonely? Nah maybe not hes a loser" "Babe will you love me if i was a worm?" "I had a dream of you!!! Did you dream about me too?" He shakes you awake, looking at you with his bright cerulean curious eyes.

"Gojo Satoru are you serious?!"

"My name is not Gojo Satoru, my name is, my love or something like that but not gojo. But what do you think about the question!!!!!!"

Exhibit B.

He has returned from a week-long mission at 4am and of course he wakes you up with a loud announcement of his arrival before he rushes into your shared bedroom, discarding his blindfolds somewhere. The door hits the wall with a loud bang while his throws himself on top of you crushing you with his weight.

"I'm love-starved" He explains cupping your cheeks, frowning and pouting slightly, his eyes a little watery. Enjoying your every movement and grunt that spill past your lips as you try to make space for yourself. Witnessing your beauty makes him realize how much he missed you as he cages with a tight hug.

Exhibit C:

"Rise and shineeeeeee" He declares as he slides the curtains aside causing you to wake up whining.

"Glad you woke up! I need my morning kiss now" He returns to you demanding a morning kiss just to be thrown off the bed when he comes close to you before you rush to the bathroom to get ready.

Oh, how he loves teasing you and annoying you. Knowing you won't even say a word before brushing and getting rid of that morning breath he could care less about.

[REQUESTS ARE OPEN]

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[mikewheeleranti]

you're losing me

sebastian sallow x reader

sypnosis: you're left to do nothing but watch as the boy you love goes on with the new fifth year looking for his sisters cure. angst, implied slytherin reader.

wc: 1k

a/n: you're losing me by beloved ts BROKE me and then i realized its so sebastian coded.

you know there's no possible cure for anne, you realized that months ago when becoming aware of her quickly spreading disease. there was, at least, no cure that could be attained in an achievable way. you've prayed to anything that a cure would come in time for your old friend, but now you fear it won't. it was a fact that this was hard on sebastian. he grieved, he mourned, and almost every night he would cry into your shoulder while you had nothing to comfort him with anymore. until he didn't.

recently, sebastian had become cold and then extremely excitable. he was always in some kind of rush, almost like he was on an adrenaline high. he distanced himself from you, which was understandable. he was grieving. he was aching, and didn't have time for a relationship. so why was he always so close with the new fifth year?

you finally had a chance to talk to him, sharing hushed whispers nearby the undercroft. you were telling him you wanted a time to talk to him about something that's been paining you, trying to see why he looked like he wanted to be anywhere but there with you, like he was waiting for something. or someone. the undercroft was you, sebastian, and ominis' precious secret since first year, which is why you gaped when sebastian's new friend came up to you both and started talking about it.

"sebastian! come quick, i found something in the undercroft!" completely disregarding your presence, they push past you to drag sebastian away.

"you told them about the under-"

"sorry, no time to talk! i'll see you later, probably." and he was gone. running down the hallway with them, the air quickly filling with loss as your heart drops. your pain was an imposition to him, he has more important things to deal with. you think of what you used to roll your eyes at when an older relative would tell you. 'you don't know what you've got until it's gone.'

you and your new friends, sebastian, anne, and ominis, were laughing down a hallway. it took a while to get ominis to talk, but you could tell these would be your friends for the rest of time. once you all got to the common room, you decided to sit on the side of the room with a window outlooking the black lake.

"do you guys think mermaids actually swim past these windows?" you hear anne ask the question after hearing 6th years talk about them.

"i wonder if mermaids are scary like i've heard in stories."

"sebastian, how would a mermaid be scary?"

"hey! you never know what they could look like, i heard fairies are actually terrifyi-"

"ahem." you and ominis had been hearing the siblings argue for 10 minutes now about mythical creatures, not that it truly annoyed you. you were glad to be hearing more of sebastian, noticing whenever he did speak, your heart fluttered. you're sure anne is well aware of this by now, not missing the way you stumbled through your words around him. she teased you about this crush constantly, and you were not safe from it that night in your dorm.

"so... my brother?"

"oh, shove off anne!"

you would forever miss the playful conversations you had with anne when you both were young. you knew anne wouldn't be able to be cured, and if one came it would be too late. what you didn't realize was that you have nobody anymore. sebastian was always gone and ominis had this on top of everything else going on with his family. you never felt the need to make other friends, because they would be yours forever. forever felt so much shorter than it did when you were 11.

you finally see sebastian days later in the common room, and you dont miss the fact he's talking to his fifth year friend with a smirk.

"sebastian! i haven't seen you in weeks, where have you been?"

"oh, sorry. we've been busy." the fifth year answers the question that was meant for him, and you once again feel it. your heart can't flutter when you look at him anymore. if you get butterflies around him, it's out of nerves.

"oh. well, can i please talk to you seb, alone?" when he finally obliges and walks over to what used to be your spot, he looks bored. he never looks bored around them, always having that glimmer in his eye that was once reserved for you.

"what did you need to talk about?" he sounds exhausted, though he was just in a great mood around them. you really shouldn't resent them in the way that you do, but all you've ever done for the sallow family is be there. putting your own feelings aside immediately for anne and sebastian. solomon thought of you as his own child, always calling you his bravest soldier. you didn't feel so brave anymore standing here in front of him.

"where have you been running off to lately? i never see you anymore and it worries me."

"i'm fine, i've just been busy with... studying." you saw him look into his lap and start fidgeting, a tell-tale sign he was lying.

"see, sebastian! what is this? you're lying to me about something and telling some random person you just met everything. it's like you're replacing me for them."

"don't call them that." he was stern with his tone, looking straight at you. never with that boyish look he had in his eyes months ago anymore, but with a cold, reserved one.

"excuse me?" you're a bit shocked that when you confided to him about how you were feeling you were met with him defending the fifth year. you really knew nothing about him anymore, and didn't particularly know if you wanted to. you were about to say something else when you saw him walking away.

"seb, wait." he kept walking.

"please." only then did he turn around to look at you, waiting for you to finish.

"please, talk to me. all i've done is be there for you, i just want you to see me. it's all i've ever wanted, please. do something, risk something, for once. seb, you're losing me."

"i'm sorry, they're waiting for me." and for the last time your heart dropped to your stomach for him. for the last time you realized he had lost you, and you had lost him. your heart wouldn't start for him anymore, he didn't choose you.

#sebastian sallow #harry potter #hogwarts legacy #sebastian sallow x reader #sebastian sallow angst #you're losing me #hogwarts

[nattinatalia]

Clay Harlow x Reader Instagram AU

Surprise to my Clay girlies 🤪🤭 I did this one for y’all 🫶🏻

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claybornharlow I love her 🤭😍🤪

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bestie2 & ummm you better hide little brother, I may or may not have invited her over for dinner.

claybornharlow 😱 IM NOT GOING THEN

jackharlow mom said you better be here or else.

druski2funnny Damn pulled the mom card

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yourusername The pic I send him, the one he sends me. See if I were a mean girlfriend, I would’ve posted all the embarrassing ones I’ve taken of him, but since I’m such a wonderful loving girlfriend, I’ll save them for when he really pisses me off 🤭🤭🤭

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urbanwyatt Should’ve posted them if you ask me

claybornharlow good thing she didn’t ask you then

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urbanwyatt 🤪🤪🤪🙊🙊🙊

claybornharlow @ bestie1 come get your annoying man

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urbanwyatt 😋😋😋

yourusername GO AWAY. BE NASTY UNDER YOUR PICTURES 💀

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@ yourusername added to her story

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claybornharlow 😍😍😍 my babyyy

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yourusername He really is 🙄

bestie1 Why you doing her like this? 😭😭

claybornharlow I’m not doing anything wrong other than showing off my girlfriend 😍

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yourusername Or the video Urban and I took after you met Fergie !!!

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bestie1 Is it the one where he says he thinks he came or shit in his pants after meeting her?

yourusername 🙈 🙊

claybornharlow NO

urbanwyatt  definitely that

bestie2 LMAAAOOOO SEND IT

claybornharlow @ bestie2 you’re my sister in law you’re supposed to be on my side, why are you asking for the video? I’m telling my brother on you

jackharlow She’s asking for me lol I want to see it too

yourusername I’ll send it in the group chat

claybornharlow BABYYYYY 🥺

yourusername suck my toes or something because there’s no way out of me not sending that video to everyone 😈

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yourusername It’s international boyfriends Day 🥺 & I wanted to show off mines. I would’ve posted all the embarrassing ones but I’m playing nice. Ilyyyyy babyyyy, thank you for bumping into me and laying my ass out, it’s been such an amazing journey.

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[lostbutincognito]

i dont follow u here but i followed u back before downsizin , but i like to come to ur blog to get other perspectives when my dash is being dramatic, and its always VERY good points abt VERY true things, like recently with wilbur - not defending him but pointing out both the fixation on him as 'evil' rather than uplifting shubble, and the subsequent dehumanization- i dont get tons of it on my dash but get enough to be glad to have somewhere with . a different perspective so I dont get stuck in the gunk of fandom . and then i saw ppl talking abt qsmp melting, so i rolled by here to see an Actual perspective instead of . the wider fandom , and its still banger points - the double standards and the very very valid question.of . who the hell are these 'higher ups' . this is quackitys smp . who is 'actually' in charge.? and i didnt hear ANYTHING abt 'we need money or qsmp will be shut down' bc that is an absolutely RANCID thing to say and im gonna go . look into where that statement is from lol to see how sugarcoated or whatever it is (if u have like a source or whatever ? like did someone stream or post ? ill hunt it down either way lol) and i cant . HELLO.... 'give us money or we shut down' WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO ALL THE MONEY YOUVE BEEN MAKING? what kinda corporate hellscape bs .... uagh . why would u make a project u cant support on your own ? relying on viewers for money to keep this thing going with so many people involved? theres no way theres not enough money if this is an honest thing . ok im gonna go look at stuff but its annoying as hell ty for perspective on things my dash can be . bad abt <3

so I want to be clear this is what I was referencing:

it's not a direct 'give us money or we shut down' but I've already seen people begging Q to sell more qsmp merch so they can support the server which is exactly what I knew was going to happen lol. 'if I don't have money to cover the project the project will end' is a very sensible approach (how else do you want to run a project after all? by not paying the people lol?) but it's also a clear signal to the fanbase, fully conscious or not.

and I am not saying there's anything wrong with wanting to support the project you're passionate about as a fan! but there is something to be said about the business decisions being made in the quackland, considering there's already issues with current merch he's selling never being delivered and the fact that, well, again. if he never noticed people working for him were not compensated AND apparently he said that he's already losing money on the qsmp (I don't have direct source for this one I heard this from my friends)...well. where's the money going man. are people scamming you behind your back, are you this negligent to not know what's going on in your own companies, or are you lying to everyone to cover your own ass?

*sigh*

here's the thing. q is evidently under stupid amounts of stress and we have seen this ever since he started ghosting everyone and pivoted the qsmp from the original vision as presented to us in the beautifully animated intro video to the low quality 'hi we're a worldwide server now' announcement. we don't know why that is, despite the obvious things we can assume. and on a human level I am concerned for him. on any other level than that, well, I just have to ask WHAT IN THE FRESHEST OF HELLS WERE YOU DOING THIS WHOLE YEAR TO LET THINGS COME TO THIS YOU POOR EXCUSE OF A BUSINESSMAN.

#anonylost #also this was such a nice message wtf thank u #the quote is from q's stream tonight

[saintsir4n]

6

WARNINGS: ANGST, BLOOD AND MENTION OF VIOLENCE

___

1914

PRIMROSES are what flooded the small foyer of the Dawkins home. Who were they from? Thomas Shelby and Luca Changretta. Men that weren't good with their words so they believed that sending Eden's favourite flowers was a grand apology.

And did it work?

No, Eden got rid of them.

At first, she suggested that she should drown them in the cut, inviting the pair to come and witness it but no she didn't want to be near either of them. Celestine was against the idea of Eden burning flowers, claiming that was a bad omen so instead she got rid of them.

Luca knew he shouldn't have talked to her in such a way, regarding her private escapades, and her private relationship with Thomas bloody Shelby but he couldn't help himself. For the last couple of days, he received an earful from his youngest brother who continuously checked in on his best friend, fearing that somehow the glass sliced her skin would leave her without a hand.

Eden was fine, her hand might have been bandaged up, no splint needed, but that couldn't say the same about her heart, her mother did ask how she injured herself despite knowing because two small birdies informed her...

Isaiah and Finn knew all and were willing to say anything with the small price of sweets.

This in turn gave Tommy the idea of ensuring the two troublemakers were always around her, being his little spies, to see how she was doing and who she could be talking to. She turned him away at every chance, so how else would he find out what was happening to the woman that he stole his heart?

And how else would he find out who was also knocking at her door whenever he wasn't around?

Since he physically couldn't go everywhere and anywhere at once he came up with an idea, to get his best friend – not Freddie – Greta of course to have a friendly chat with the stubborn woman who avoided him with the quickness of a bloody quarter horse.

When Eden got the invitation to come to the Jurrosi household, to say she was irked, was an understatement.

"Not to be rude Greta, why am I here?" she questioned.

Greta's eyes never left hers, "Thought we should talk."

Eden narrowed her gaze, sitting opposite the Italian woman, with a table between them, acting like a barrier just in case Eden lost her temper, not like she was prone to, but recently her mood fluctuated like the stock market.

Eden tended to move like a snake, especially when she was analysing someone. The melancholic appearance of the other woman was the first thing that she noticed when she stepped into the house. Kitty, Greta's sister, let her in, greeting her with a tight-lipped smile before leaving for work, where their parents were. The Jurrosi home was slightly bigger than hers, presenting as homely, but there was something off about it, perhaps it was the lack of pictures on the walls or the plastic smell in the air, it just felt like a facade to her.

So pale, she wanted to say, not to be rude, just at the slip of the tongue. Eden had known Greta for years, never speaking only exchanging glances or forced smiles but they knew more about the other from whispers around Small Heath. So when Eden saw the lack of colour on the usually tanned woman's complexion she was confused.

Eden caught the occasional sniffle or eye rub, but the coughing was apparent.

So she scooted forward and picked up her teacup and passed it over, watching as Greta fumbled with the handle before getting a good grip.

"It's a cold," Greta stated, with a voice that thickened each day.

Eden tutted, "Dont look like a cold."

"You've been a nurse for how long?" the sick woman retorted, settling down her cup and rubbing her nose.

Eden snorted, "Don't need to be a nurse to know you don't look well. Have you seen a doctor?"

"They said it was a cold."

"Just a cold?"

"Just a cold," the older woman responded, growing more annoyed by the constant questions regarding her health. She felt...fine. It will pass, is what many people told her.

Eden made a face, "Greta —"

"We're not here to talk 'bout me," she interrupted, rolling back her shoulders as much as possible without straining herself.

"We're here to have a chat about Thomas, I know," Eden mused.

"Thomas?" Greta laughed, "he told me you call him that when you're mad at him. His aunt does the same."

Eden shifted in her chair, "He tells you about me?"

With a stiff nod, Greta said, "He tells me enough."

"And what do you call you when you're mad at him?"

"Nothing, I just ignore the bastard."

"Which I've been doing," Eden said, fidgeting with her fingers.

"Which you've been doing," Greta repeated with a hum, "and is he letting you?"

"You and I both know he isn't, sends Finn to mine constantly, Isaiah too, always tryna to pick 'em up, even bribing the poor boys with sweets. Doesn't know when to quit."

Greta weakly disagreed, "He's got limitations."

Eden shook her head, "For now, but Thomas won't take no for an answer."

"Believe me I know."

"Oh I know that too, you're his... best friend," Eden remarked, taking a sip of the tea in front of her, keeping the cup close to her chest, when a humourless laugh escaped the older woman.

"Come off it Eden, I am his best friend."

"And was there a time you wanted to be more?" Eden prodded, quirking up a brow.

Greta cast an offended look, "I beg your pardon."

"You heard me, the line between friendship and relationship can be blurred, shot down, swept away if you want it bad enough."

Greta scoffed at the accusation, "And you think I want it do ya? Want that line to be swept away."

Eden shrugged, "Like the cut, the waves may be gentle, don't mean they aren't persistent."

"You...comparing me to that fuckin' canal?" Greta leaned forward, gripping the teacup in her hand tightly, it might shatter.

Eden kept going, "Was tryna be subtle, but we're women that both can and sometimes don't want to read between the lines, but I know what I see, I know you like Thomas, just be honest."

"You think I owe you honesty?" the sick woman didn't fight her impending glare, nor did she have the energy to.

Eden's tongue swiped over her red lips before they pursed together, "You brought me here, wanting to sit down and talk about Thomas, but when it's time to talk about the fucker, you don't want to, why's that?"

A tickle crept up Greta's throat, forcing her to clear it, "My relationship with Tommy —"

"— your relationship huh?" the amused look on Eden's face only irritated Greta more.

"My friendship with him ain't any of your concern."

"It is when it's a threat to our relationship," Eden's tone lowered, but that didn't intimidate the older woman.

"So you see me as a threat, is that what this is?" she asked, rubbing her stuffy nose.

Eden looked at her with indifference, taking another sip of the cup of tea, before placing it down and thinking of her next words.

"A threat, but not to me, not at all, you're a pretty girl, kind, so I've been told. You've been there for Thomas when I haven't and I commend you for it because he can be a barrel of laughs...until that barrel is full and wants to take aim."

Greta placed down her tea, then rubbed her temples, "Enough with the metaphors, Christ, Tommy said you were one for talkin' but never realised how much until now."

"Just want to understand you," Eden wasn't lying, she didn't intend to come at the older woman, no, she wouldn't fight over a man, not when that man was acting like a foul git who needed to be smacked. No, she didn't want to act like how Tommy did whenever he saw Enzo, or she would be no better than him.

"By asking if I liked him?"

"Like," Eden corrected, picking at her bandage.

"I don't... but I did," for the first time Greta's gaze dropped, wanting to avoid the intense stare Eden was shooting her, she felt it heighten with her words.

Spendin' so much time with our Tommy she's turnin' into him, she thought.

"So I was right," the caramel-skinned girl muttered, clenching her jaw and digging her nails into her bandage, she thought it was only a matter of time before the wounds opened up.

"Hardly, it's in the past," and the past stays in the past, a sombre expression took over Greta's face.

"And when did you realise that?" Eden pressed on.

"When I realised no matter how much I wanted him, he always wanted you."

A silence enclasped the two women who orbited Tommy Shelby in different ways.

To Greta, Eden was a beauty, a rare one, a jewel that was only held back by the smoke, the mud and the debris of Small Heath. No wonder why she had so many lads under her spell, from black country to Little Italy, there was no doubt that the tales of the coloured nurse that laughed her way through town didn't carry across the midlands. Greta wasn't a fool, she knew the moment her best friend set his sights on the girl who was only two years his junior, he wouldn't relent, even if she was interested in someone else at the time, even if she only spoke to his younger brother or even for some reason she wouldn't go for him, he would somehow make it happen.

From the Vardos and canals that swept through Birmingham city to the heart of Eden Dawkins, she knew that was where Tommy Shelby would end up.

And as his best friend, she had to be supportive all while mending her heart in silence.

Greta's gaze darted all around the perfectly imperfect features of the younger woman who stared at her with sympathy as the grip of her bandaged hand loosened and rested on the side of the chair she sat in.

Eden didn't know what to say, in fact, her rapid blinks and drying throat, lead her to down the rest of her tea before sitting back in her chair.

"He's my best friend and I'm his, and that's how It'll stay with 'im, now do you understand me?"

Eden didn't respond, Tommy only has eyes f'me. She cursed herself for coming across in such a way.

She was later pulled from her thoughts when Greta broke out into a coughing fit, causing Eden to dive forward to help her drink more tea, even rubbing her back, to soothe the pain.

Doesn't seem like a cold, Eden continued to think. Being a nurse didn't mean she had all the answers, but she knew enough, the pale skin, weak movements and hoarse-sounding voice... if it was a cold it would've passed a while ago, along with Ada and Mrs Martin's. Unless it wasn't treated properly, or soothed with the right remedies...

Now settling back in her chair, Eden hung onto Greta's words.

"Now listen, you should forgive Tommy, he's a lot and I know he is, trust me there's been times when I didn't think we would stay friends for long but he pulls you back in, like fish on a bloody hook. Forgivin' 'im don't mean forgettin', just means you either accept him at his worst so when his best comes along you appreciate it."

"He doesn't trust me, what's the point of all of this if he don't trust me," Eden breathed out, furrowing her brows at the notion of forgiving the man who pained her.

How he approached her, to him yelling and screaming so the whole lane could hear their business was unacceptable in her eyes. Seeing how her mother and father behaved... that's what she wanted, but was that too much to ask for? Respect. Even when Cecil discovered the events that transpired, courtesy of Jeremiah being told by Isaiah, he wanted to take out his shotgun and put the bullet in Tommy himself.

"Eden, you're a pretty girl, smart too, but if you wanted to leave him, you wouldn't have come to visit me and you definitely wouldn't be wearing his mother's pendant."

Eden's eyes drifted to the Black Madonna, she never forgot to put it on every morning.

It was the first thing Greta saw when she walked in, and it made her feel like shit in all honesty, since it was a family heirloom, one that wasn't just given out to any random sod off the street. Tommy gave it to the woman who was his new priority.

"I promised I wouldn't take it off," Eden mumbled, ensuring the pendant was centred over her dress.

"So you won't take it off?"

Eden didn't verbally answer, the little shake of her head was enough for Greta.

Greta almost smiled at the answer just before another coughing fit took over her.

Before Eden went to help her, banging at the door brought her to a halt.

"Go and see who it is will ya?" the knocking was doing her head in. Eden hesitated to leave her but with one final push she went, "Go."

Rushing to the door, Eden pulled it open, revealing a panting Finn.

"Finn?" with bulging eyes she glanced around, wondering if anyone was with him, "what's wrong?"

He blurted out, "It's Arthur, come quick."

—

With her nurse's bag, she arrived at the Shelby home with Finn stumbling behind her. Eden felt bad for leaving a sick Greta alone, but she made sure to send word for Kitty, worried that she would hurt herself.

Polly was the one to usher the young nurse into the house, amused by the worry on her face and how she tightly gripped a blushing Finn's hand.

Arthur's face was drenched in blood that partially belong to him, a black eye mucked up his vision and a cut lip made it hard for him to talk. He sat at the kitchen table wincing each time Eden tried assessing how to treat his wounds.

John laughed at his brother each time he groaned, whereas Tommy didn't say a word, keeping his eyes solely on Eden who didn't spare him a glance much to his chagrin. Not one even a fucking word.

But she still wore the pendant, it suited her so well, so he was content for now.

"Let's go finn, wanna play a card game?" Ada approached her little brother, not wanting him to see any more than he already had.

He hesitated and whispered, "Will Arthur be alright?"

"He's in good hands," those were the last they heard from the youngest Shelbys before they ran upstairs.

"You'll be a great nurse like your mum," Arthur voiced through the pain.

"Shut up Arthur. What were you doing?" she gritted out, trying to stitch up the gash on his cheek, all while attempting not to tear her own wounds.

"It was only a game."

"Drunken game," Polly remarked, unimpressed, "at five o'clock, would ya look at that."

"It was brilliant," John added.

"Shut up John," Eden had to he fast when cleaning the wounds, realising how fast it was pouring from his flesh, making Arthur wince and reach for her side.

An action that Tommy saw and the fact Eden had no reaction to it, none at all, made him tense.

His eyes darkened as he spoke, "Brother... stitches won't be the only thing you need if you touch her again."

They all turned to him and Arthur dropped his grip.

"Tommy it was an accident," John murmured, receiving a scowl in response.

"Men and their bloody egos will forever bore me," Polly commented, coming to smack the back of his head, not caring for his attitude in the slightest.

Arthur winced, "Apologises brother. Sorry, Eden."

"Nothing to apologise for," Eden said before Tommy could, causing him to crane his neck to the side and stare, "Now stop movin', don't want me to scrape your eye with this needle do you?"

She needed to apply the carbolic acid to prevent any bacteria from spreading or infecting the wound.

"'Course I bloody don't," Arthur grumbled.

"You and that temper Edie," John snickered, "you ain't killin' your patience are ya? wouldn't be surprised if you took that approach."

"Shut up John," Tommy wanted to snatch his toothpick out of his mouth and hit him, but that didn't stop him from thinking. Eden did have a temper but he doubted she would ever kill anyone.

Eden let out a humourless laugh, "They succumb to their wounds, what ya tryna say? That I'm shit at what I do."

John sighed, "Never said that."

"Didn't have to."

"Only messin', you'll be the next Marie Stension or whatever she called 'erself."

"Who?" Polly laughed at his mispronunciation.

"Mary Seascole brother," Tommy deadpanned.

Ignoring the exchange, Eden prodded, "Who did you get into a fight with then?"

"Those Italians was sayin' shit about you Eden, I heard it when we went to the Chain, I did. They wanted in on our game and we let 'em, but they started runnin' their mouths and you're my brother's girl. I weren't gonna let that shit slide," Arthur explained, gripping the table.

"Yeah that's all I fucking am these days," Eden said, with an eye roll, much to Polly's amusement.

"What's the supposed to mean?" Tommy took a step forward.

"What I just said." was the first thing she said to him since walking into the house, "and which Italians were they?"

"Friends of your boyfriends," John said, further pissing off both Tommy and Eden.

"You what?!"

"Luca, not the other two," John raised his hand in surrender,

She shot a glance at Tommy, "Suppose you told him to fight them then?"

"It's only a game, Eden," he answered wryly.

Tommy knew he couldn't hurt the Changrettas directly so he went about it in other ways. He knew if he somehow hurt Enzo, Eden most likely wouldn't talk to him, well she hadn't for days. He got people to attack and fuck up a few market stools in Little Italy, by order of the peaky blinders, so a few friends of the Changrettas robbed their booze supply. A truce needed to be had, but on the business front, a couple of pubs had paid the Blinders for protection against the other side of town, so he didn't want to stop. Not really.

"Next time I'll be sewing up your faces if this keeps goin' on," Eden stated, almost finishing with the last stitch.

"Only a matter of time," Polly shook her head, "I didn't raise you to be witless."

John didn't hold back his laugh, "Only Arthur."

Tommy cracked a smile.

"Oi, I went to school," Arthur yelled at his laughing brothers.

"When it suited you."

Tommy watched her bandage his brother's face with expertise. He never noticed how advanced she'd gotten since she started at the local hospital. It was exhilarating to watch her at work, taking charge, and getting things done...it was a turn-on.

"Ease up Charlie Chaplin, you're not dying," Eden nudged a wincing Arthur when she wiped down the rest of his face.

John chuckled at the insult, never realising how his oldest brother's thick moustache made them look.

"She ain't wrong," Polly snorted, "Chaplin aye?"

Eden laughed at the pointed look she received from Arthur.

Tommy's gaze dropped to her bandaged hand, the one he squeezed too tightly. Fuck, he was far too drunk and emotions and alcohol never mixed well. He knew he went too far, Freddie ranted to him the next day, sobering him up, it even caught the attention of Polly who then proceed to rant to him after.

He thought the flowers would help soften their inevitable conversation, but then to discover that he wasn't the only one to send them only angered him more and drove him to plot against Luca Changretta.

He was pulled from his thoughts when John started joking around with his woman, muttering a few innocent things in her ear, causing Tommy to mutter a few things below his breath.

"What Thomas? Gonna accuse me of fuckin' the milkman next?" Eden snapped, noting his glare.

Sometimes she felt like she couldn't breathe around another man.

John laughed, "Easy Edie, the man's sixty, could send him into an early grave."

"Fuck off Johnny."

"Though, it might make his day," Polly added, laughing along beside John.

"Don't make me laugh," Arthur chuckled through his pain, trying not to tear his stitches.

"You lot done?" Tommy asked with a face like a slapped arse. He was itching to smoke, but Polly wouldn't let him inside.

"I am," Eden mused, packing up and disregarding any waste, "wait a few days, then I'll be round to take them out and put new ones in."

"Like a wizz, you are," Polly complement the younger woman, whilst gently touching her nephew's injured face.

Eden sent her a smile that was quickly returned.

"Try not to play any more games for a week or so," she wasn't joking in the slightest.

"Where's the fun in that?" John groaned when his aunt's finger caught his ear, "Fuck."

"Thanks, Eden," Arthur rested his hand on her arm, then removed it quickly after feeling his brother's intense stare.

"Take care of yourself... please."

With that she picked up her bag and bid her adieus, purposefully ignoring Tommy and walking through the hallway, yelling up to Ada and Finn goodbye.

She felt Tommy trailing behind her, coat and cap in hand, ready to leave with her.

"I'm walking you home."

She didn't respond, instead, she pulled open the door and walked outside.

"Ignore me all you won't, don't mean I can't see you darlin'" he caught up to her, waiting for her to say something but she didn't. "Christ Eden just speak. You yell enough."

"I leave the yellin' to you," she couldn't help but retort, much to his amusement.

"Talk to me."

"Is there any point?"

He tugged on her arm, stopping her from walking and standing in front of her.

A few people were confused as they walked passed, a black woman and a white man... together? It was like a sin and they couldn't give a damn whether they were sinners.

He caressed the same hand he'd hurt, pressing a kiss to it, whilst keeping their eyes locked.

"How does it feel?"

"...Better now you ain't squeezing it" she whispered.

Tommy winced at the memory, his face displayed regret and his eyes were nothing less than remorseful as he pressed another kiss to it.

"Can we talk?"

"Can you let me be mad?" she asked, trying not to give in.

Tommy leaned in, "...can you let me kiss you? It's been days and I'm starved."

"You're starved?" Eden leaned in.

He nodded, eyes flickering between hers and her lips, "Hmmm."

Eden smirked, then hastily pulled out of his hold, "Then you can starve some more."

"Eden!" he chased after her.

—

"You can go now Thomas," Eden put her key into her door.

"I'll follow you," he said motioning to the door.

Eden thought back to her earlier conversation with Greta, he's got no limitations.

"Fuck –" she was cut off when the door swung open, revealing her mother.

"Mrs Dawkins," Tommy took off his cap and gave her his winning smile, making Eden scoff.

Although Celestine was mad at the man for upsetting her daughter, she did surprisingly think they were a good match, but she tried not to let it show, especially because Cecil wasn't a fan.

"Stayin' for tea Thomas?" she questioned, withholding a smile when she heard Eden gasp, "I know you won't so no to an old lady."

"Don't look a day over thirty."

Celestine chuckled, "Charmer, come in."

Eden shook her head at the smirk on his face.

Tommy waited for her to step into her house before he shut the door behind them.

His senses were pleasantly surprised by the smells drifting to his nose.

Eden placed her nurse's bag down and took off her coat and shoes, watching as he did the same.

"You're not forgiven," she said to him, not yet anyway.

Tommy nodded, "I know"

"Stop smilin'," he just smirked and came closer, "Just come and eat."

He grabbed her by the waist, shooting a glance behind in case her father was near, "You on the menu?"

Eden huffed, pushing him away, holding back a smile and blush.

Tommy chuckled to himself, knowing she was close to letting her grudge go.

He was happy, for many reasons.

One of which, she didn't take off the necklace.

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a/n:

people telling eden to forgive tommy shouldn't come as a surprise guys, this is normal, especially when he's done something fucked up. i don't know whether it was the time period or not but in peaky blinders as a whole (and the fanfics) grudges couldn't be held for long which is a pisstake.

don't worry, eden isn't a pushover, but just so you know, tommy will continue to do and say stupid things... it's tommy shelby. truthfully i don't think he ever deserved a love interest let alone three, considering his mindset but we move.

#eden dawkins #Eden and Tommy #wattpad #fanfic #black girl #black reader #tommyshelby story #tommyshelby and edendawkins #tommy shelby x oc

[gontagokuhara]

OMG THAT LAST CHAPTER AAAAA my boys 🥹 if you hadn't said it on here, I would've never known you struggled w/writing Kokichi, it seriously feels so natural and I LOVE when authors include that clowny jester vibe to him!! But now that we're REALLY REALLY into the thicc of the story, I'm realizing how much I miss the camp!! idk about everyone else, but it was always the most interesting setting for me when I was into Percy Jackson! So basically I'm gonna annoy you with my barrage of questions that are 100% unrelated to the most recent chapter 😭

I know it was mentioned that Maki's cabin was undecorated for a long time, but did she ever get to personalizing it? I'd love to know about the cabins and their designs! I'd also love to know what kind of stuff they do at the talent shows? Idk if its the fact that the fic is based off the pjo musical, but I get theatre kid vibes from specifically kaede (even if she can't sing LOL) Speaking of her, since it was mentioned that she could play any instrument, I'm wondering if there were instruments /canon-specifically-talent-related equipment at camp for everyone? Also some of the dialogue had me questioning if they're even allowed to curse at camp or not 😭

HIIIIII im finally getting to this <3 first of all i love you im kissing u on the forehead every time i get an ask or comment from u it makes my whole day.

answers to ur questions beneath the cut as always!!

i also miss camp </3 i was talking about this with someone else yday (hiiiii evan) but in a universe where pointy objects reaches its end and i STILL want more.....there are little one-off scenes that dont fit into the main narrative of the fic but i'd still theoretically like to write......and the immediate reaction to the campers (+ hajime and nagito) realizing seven of them went missing along with an rv. it would be a lot of dialogue but the phone calls nagito had to make to all the parents of the missing (good and bad) kids. also the godly meetings where shit went bad, and then really bad, and then somehow even worse. pointy objects has always been very v3-centric given our main characters, but some of my favorite chapters so far have been when i've been able to feel out characters from the other games as well.

ok. THAT was a big tangent LMFAO ok re: maki: yes! it took a long time; she had very little interest in doing decoration shopping or really Anything in the first year or so after arriving at camp/her friend's death (she also did not see her situation as static or permanent — no point in something like that, y'know?). for her 14th birthday, kaede took the reins on planning with nagito a cabin design that she thought maki might like; and now presently, her cabin has a "red velvet" theme! DIY headboard for her bed made with literal red velvet that kaede and maki built themselves, plush red sheets, red walls (another eyesore of a cabin...), with a small collection of photos and trinkets and artwork and decorations she's amassed over the years since. she has a picture of her parents sitting in the bottom drawer of her dresser than only kaede knows about.

as for the others — i take a lot of inspiration from their research labs, but i haven't plotted out in my head exactly how they all look, y'know? miu's is definitely very lab-like, angie's paints her walls white at the beginning of every summer and over the summer months fills them corner to corner with new designs, kiyo's has more bookshelves than wall space, the like.

now: talent shows! it's very informal, with prizes like choosing the next camp-wide game, getting out of dinner duty for a week, etc. classic staples include himiko's magic shows (with tenko as a willing and eager assistant) (who also will at times retrieve less willing participants from the audience) (usually nagito). miu tries her own "magic tricks" that usually involve adding new features to kiibo and making them parade them around onstage; kiibo gets their comeuppance by forcing miu to learn kpop dance choreo and perform with them (as kokichi films, naturally). kaede can play instruments to get around the limitations of her power (also yes — 100% theater kid, alongside kiyo [+ kokichi, who wont admit it]), and there's a whole collection of instruments in the girls' common area that she's mastered/is working on learning (her most recent is a theremin that she and kiyo are both very interested in). it's a lot of repeats, because there are some kids who always prefer to chill in the audience rather than get onstage themselves, but everyone has lots of fun <3 (except nagito [usually made to suffer during them] and hajime [often tasked with tie-breaking the winner, also suffering])

as for ur last question: TRUST they are definitely allowed to swear. hajime would've exploded years ago if that wasn't the case. the barrier they erected following tsumugi's massacre is capable of a lot of things, but nothing can defeat the resigned frustration of wrangling a clusterfuck of the weirdest demigods they've ever dealt with (/fond)

WOW that got long again! good thing i love it <3

#ask #bittercideristaken #pointy objects #dr

[beesmygod]

ugh

despite being such a gossip and drama hound myself, i do not relish being the subject of it. you might think its because being the subject of scrutiny and attention is stressful. it’s actually because the people who keep lining up to try to shots at me wind up being the dumbest people alive who knock themselves out somehow. i think its important to get in front of “a narrative”, especially in this case, where every player is a lying liar who lies ahahaha. this one is way funnier than morbi actually. up until now, i was tactfully setting aside what happened out of uh. whatever kindness was left in my heart, i guess. more fool me!

im not going out of my way to crop ppl out of this if you look bad its your own damn fault. no one made you type this shit but you. dont post shit you can’t cash.

you might have been confused by the exchange between anon and this guy yesterday when i reblogged it to set the record straight on morbi. i was, until very recently, an infrequent contributor to his webcomics discord. earlier this year, i tried to reach out into more communities so i could get to know more artists and keep up with what’s hot (what a stupid fucking idea that was, in hindsight). a few days ago, some weirdly supportive of kiwifarms tweets from a comic artist who was ruined by them were posted for discussion. everyone pretty much just noted that it was weird with one person asking what kf even was. everyone else explained so i added this stupid shit

note: this is at 5:24 am. because at 7pm that night, one of the people in the discord goes completely full fucking tilt out of literally nowhere. i have screencapped the entire conversation up until that point as proof that i 1. literally did not say anything else the entire day and 2. proof that the conversation was completely normal up until that point.

inexplicably, people in the server put on kids gloves and start trying to come to a middle ground with this dipshit like hmm yes maybe we are a little kiwifarms could you explain more so we can understand you. when i noticed an hour later i saw red.

for someone who was “not helping”, the attention-seeking hysteric suddenly evaporated into thin air. i dont think anyone has actually shamed them for their behavior before. the conversation was shut down rather than resolved because i raised the temperature. daniel invited me to speak to him more privately in his dm if i had any more concerns bc i was pissed it was being swept under the rug. so i did.

here is the conversation in full. im posting it bc it makes him look like a clown and because later, he characterizes this as “chasing him” into his dms. what i didnt realize until today is that he says that the person going nuts is a moderator’s sibling, which explains why they’re permitted to take huge shits on people with no repercussions.

having committed the worst crime you can do in a nerd group (be mean) i was subjected to a post-mortem about the event (?) which culminated with this unbelievable irony cap

after my 10 mins were up, i said “i am not a good cultural fit or share the same moral priorities as this server and i will show myself out” and left. i vented on my twitter with blistering posts basically saying “well they’re all young. its annoying and seems bad but what can i do but leave”. and left it there.

it seems insanely obvious to me, so obvious that i struggled to even have to explain it to people whose entire brain appeared to have leaked out of their skull, that allowing someone in your discord for artists accuse random artists of wanting to reboot the mass shooting and violent transphobia website is literally the worst possible behavior you could permit. i wasnt expecting the mods to leap into action and do something, as they seemed to desperately think. i wanted to not belong to a community that would tolerate or entertain this.

anyway, yesterday morbi happened. i reblogged that post and daniel, after being told he wasnt a problem, decided he absolutely had to be one right now. he followed me on twitter and began posting ominously about a “write-up” of what happened between morbi and i because “some people” (this could literally only be the discord chat, and the reason he didnt want to post it there so they could snicker at it to themselves was because he thought this would humiliate or scare me) were curious.

maybe you’ve noticed a little flaw in the logic both morbi and dan have when it comes to “doxing”: for two people who are very concerned about privacy they’re out here retweeting the very information they’re decrying as invasive and then dan goes and fucking googles her and posts on a public platform more information about her than i cared to know. i cant stop thinking about how these morons were completely convinced they were doing something noble and righteous here by standing up for someone that maybe might be a black woman (hence: racism) based entirely on like a pintrest account

the cloying, transparent attempts to seduce me into messaging him first to soothe his battered ego are so desperate and pathetic that they make you hurt from the sidelines. you can see me gently try to explain why they look like a complete lunatic clutching their pearls over unmasking anonymous hate before i give up. there was so much obviously wrong about what they were doing that i was in disbelief that they were telling me that they were doing it.

1. taking a “both sides” approach doesn’t work when one person is a serial sexual harasser and the other posted an email address attached to a near cry-typing comment.

2. the attempt to use black women as a cudgel to defeat his posting enemy.

3. whatever this. attempt at banter is. idk man.

all of this didn’t work, so he tried showing me a piece of what he was writing that was the most deliberately inflammatory in the hopes that this morsel would finally compel me to bite and come begging for a re-write to save my webcomic career.

i wasn’t posting in a way that was drawing attention to this, it was a nosy (positive) friend who noticed this happening and went “holy shit what the fuck are you doing” which caused him to backpedal furiously

i was planning on letting him post it and just letting it speak for itself. i cannot think of a more ruinous thing to do to yourself than to ally with a sexual harasser and post openly and transparently about how extremely mad you are about how a girl made you feel. what could have possibly gone wrong.

in the end, daniel signed off with this post, signaling a more positive future for himself and his comic since his plan to annoy someone with a reputation for being a huge bitch multiple times by trying to downplay the severity of his and his friend’s actions, somehow blew up in his face

ah wait hold on. im getting word that he posted this after deleting a different post. this one

if there were any doubt what this were all about, daniel went and tweeted it out (literally) because subtext is difficult. my demand for a public apology for being accused baselessly of a career ending lie in order to stop this behavior from ever happening again has been recontextualized in his head as mean old bea picking on him and forcing him to do terrible things like “moderate” as a moderator.

over the past week ive been subject to racists, sex pests and 0/10 trolls but the spineless, moral coward is the most egregiously memorable of the lot. despite the amount of leeway i gave him for his repeated weak-willed behavior, he always found a new way to own himself without external prompting. despite me walking away and being satisfied with that, he came back for more. there are some people you cannot help, there are some people i don’t want to help because they cannot stop putting their hands on hot stoves. and then there are people who are begging for it.

somehow, it will be my fault that he feels bad and embarrassed about his behavior because i have catalogued it after being pushed around enough and it will not be seen as a direct result of his repeated failure of conscience.

anyway lol, lmao

#long post

[demadogs]

Please post the other way we might find out Mike is gay.... obviously you don't have to but I would be interested in seeing it

okie dok this one might actually be even more depressing than the last one (here for those who didnt see) so be warned.

i recently posted this prediction that jonathan will pick up on mikes feelings and confront him in private. i initially thought this scene would happen some time after mikes panic scene but it occurred to me the other day that this conversation could also be a way to reveal it to the audience instead of the panic scene.

im imagining jonathon notices that mike has been more distant from will in hopes that his feelings will just go away on their own. this will seem like a red flag to jonathan since all he’s ever known is the two of them being best friends since kindergarten. then i think he’ll start to notice mikes behavior when he thinks no ones watching like the way he looks at will and how visibly anxious he is around him even when theyre safe from whatever theyre running from. all of these will make jonathan start to figure it out and i think he’ll ask mike if they can talk outside. i imagine this happening at night after everyones asleep and jonathan notices mike is still up, maybe looking at will.

if this scene happens this is a rough idea of how it could go down:

jonathan will ask if mikes ok.

mike will say something about their situation and what theyre running from.

"no theres something else going on with you.”

mike will deny it.

jonathan points out how anxious hes been and how hes shutting everyone out, specifically will, which is unlike him at all.

mike will say something about el and how hes just worried about his gf or sad about the breakup, depending on what their status is at this point.

"stop doing that"

"doing what" (he’s visibly annoyed here)

"pretending to be someone youre not!”

"im not-"

"mike…. how you feel about will-”

"stop." (he whispered that).

“im just saying-".

mike will get mad now. “no. why are you even doing this? did you just drag me out here to out me!?"

^^^ that will be the line that kinda confirms it to the audience. although i think this would take place after several hints that made us already begin to wonder. (maybe more so to the lack of his love for el tho, than his love for will. just to make this scene more dramatic of a reveal).

"no i just wanted to talk to you!”

“why do we need to talk about it?”

“because i dont think anyone in your life has ever told you that its okay!!”

"well theres probably a fucking reason for that!" hes crying now.

silence.

"mike theres nothing wrong with you. you're not broken because you have a crush on a boy."

he’ll deny it again.

theyre both silent for a while and hes still crying quietly.

“don’t tell him.” (whispered)

“i won’t. but for what its worth im like 90% sure he likes you back.”

i think mike won’t believe that at all cuz hes DUMB and he’ll just shake his head or roll his eyes.

“can i go now.”

and then he leaves and goes back to bed. another version of this conversation could end with them hugging and jonathan giving him a shoulder to cry on. thatd be nice.

this was incredibly specific. like word for word. so im not feeling super confident that this is exactly how it would go, i just had it all in my head from start to finish and wanted to put it out there. this could also easily happen after we get confirmation that mikes gay. or at least to some degree. maybe we do get the panic scene but its not as obvious what he’s freaking out about and this is what confirms it. or maybe we find out a different way altogether. i cant wait to see how they do it.

#i like involving the audience and how the story is told in my predictions and not just talk about the characters alone #there are so many fun ways to reveal things #stranger things #byler tumblr #byler #eden answers #byler predictions

[emotionalyodeling]

literally everything is falling apart. what else do i have that im not living truthfully about, because genuinely its strange. caden making me guess at him having a boner then confessing? and then being weird. and then zach stuff as well. what is going on, genuinely. and i didnt withdraw from class yesterday, i literal;ly just. forgot, like i did the first time. i didnt say anything to caden, i didnt say anything to max, i didnt say anything to naomi, i didnt say anything to my classmtaes. i just ignored it and stopped, ads soon as stuff got uncomfortable. i genuinely dont evewn know, but i feel like im losing control over my life, like the mom i sit for i basically ghosted. my friends are all new and i dont nkow if i even like them.

with the zach stuff i just am so confused. i looked back and i did tell him that i didnt wanna do sexual stuff, then he asked for secxual stuff and while i said yes, it is just. what. and then i comforted him through it, like all of it. he curledd into a ball and i comfotted him, and he let me,. or mostly what im upset about is that i let myself comfort him, and reassured him in the moment that i said yes in the moment so it was okay. but i didnt want to have sex, and just in general. him being so hroyn and annoying when he wakes upo horny and im not. lkike get a grip. go to the other room and jack off stop whining. i am not the one who should be facilitating this stuff. and keeping track is just so frustrating, and then my counselor telling me this is normal, i want to die bro. i dont want to live for the rest of my life having to fight off a horny man like my mom. i just want to not ever feel pressured especially by someone who is supposed to love me. like he knows that too. and just before there was so much to process, my family kevin i just shoiv ved it down because i couldnt lose anyone else. also the fact that even when we were t5rying to rebuild he still begged me to hug and kiss STOP. STOP IT HOLY FUCK. i literally want to like hit him thinking about that. and i lket it slide because, why. and even after that, there was masturbation stuff, there was the keeping track recently asnd constantly always having to be sad when he was horny. writing this i am so upset i cant even see love in that. im so sick of crying men, i am not comforting you, for assaulkting and being sexually uncomfortable with me. and the fafct that the cycle was going to start again. idk now that i think of it we started the relationship very sexual and not consent based, so maybe thats what he expects. but no. i am not accepting that. not for me or my future or for my children. i think carolyn jsut has an older mentality of oph yeah men are just like that, which i guess was okay for the time.

theres so much else to unpack here. caden idek. weird he got so strange. i think after Naomi i just really built a habit of just ignoring problems no matter what. but i think i just have a habit of that in general. max also is something im putting off. honestly ive just let everything in my life build up, i dont think i ever wanted to do healthcare, io just did it because i wanted to run away from naomi. zach i juist ignored that even though i knew if i told my friends about my problems they would just stop it. idk. one at a time i suppose, but reading back on this i dont really remember what happened to resolve these things. or if they ever were on his end, and its frustrating that i allowed that to go on for so long.

[chim-chim1310]

*long jk-related ask so pls just ignore if you're uncomfortable*💃

maybe it's because i mostly feel annoyed at jk now, but i find him doing a wlive naked...cringe and over the top. for sure others enjoyed it and drooled after him, but i saw the clips and i was like 'yeah go all out to support your cool fratboy image'. yeah hes just chilling in his bed, but he's been doing those kinds of thirst-trap lives even before seven was released, and i believe he's doing that because of his image rebranding. drinking and passing gas while on live, sleeping with a candle lit (very irresponsible); sleeping in his bed but in y/n pov. those are intended for him to look 'cool' and like a cant-be-bothered, seductive man (uhm, eww). it's the same with the recent wlive, and he's going all out. i feel like he's trying too hard.

The live is also interesting because he gets to do two things at once: to continue the y/n agenda and to show how tight his bond with jimin still is (congrats jikook shippers, y'all have a new reason to use to ignore everything else). dont get me wrong jimin and jk have always had the silly and flirty dynamic, which is why they have die-hard shippers in the first place. we've seen it and they are just showing it there.

what makes me raise my eyebrows though is the timing. those hashtags have been trending in twt before that wlive and him going on live later on is a bit sus. even if he doesn't look at the trends, there are people (staff, friends, members) who could've informed him abt it, which may have prompted him to go live. it's not impossible at all. it could distract people and pacify things a little bit, and i guess it's working.

make it what you will but JK's actions are more sus now considering all that's happened. i mean what's the better way to pacify people? please them and show that everything is fine.

jimin responding to him on live doesn't really surprise me. it could be that he has time so he commented. it's not out of character for him, but may also be a way, again, to pacify things. i mean those tags are about him and it's his fans (& some armys) trending it after all. maybe he wants to do something about it. im not blaming jimin at all, i honestly think it's smart.

you can also look at this in a fanservice aspect (for both of them) because admit it or not, it has always been there. BTS doesn't necessarily need to do it because they're famous now and truly have good bonds, but they still engage in it from time to time to pacify fans and maintain their image. jikook interacting in the live can be them genuinely being good friends while also using the chance to ease things a little bit. it doesn't mean that they're being forced to do things though, but that they're doing it on their accord to at least control the situation.

unfortunately, the live can only distract people for so long. questions and outrage will continue because of the company's continuous inaction and shady behavior toward jimin. it won't ever be enough.

sorry for the long ask, but given all that has happened, i can't avoid second-guessing everything that jk does now. i can't stop speculating on some things.

i can be wrong about some things of course, but the live did not squash my displeasure for the company and jk's involvement in everything. he and jimin may be fine with each other, but that does not excuse all that has been happening.

I understand where you're coming from.

And I still very much dislike jungkook and think he's part of the reason for jimin's sabotage. That had happened and we can talk about it.

But that doesn't mean we have to be negative about him all the time. We can have fun if he's doing something funny.

But this live..... Idk it just didn't seem like some practiced skit to me.

It was so random. Didn't look planned at all.

Yeah there could be a high chance that he came live to distract people or make the situation better. Like after the festa dinner when they talked about hiatus and then jk came on live to settle things down. But that was a big thing.

This on the other hand is hard for me to believe that he came live for distract people. It's not out of character for jungkook to come live at random times like this. So I didn't really think much of it.

I believe it's looking too deep into things. Not everything has to be related to the company politics you know. To me it looks like he just randomly came live like he always does and jimin commented on it because he felt like it.

Not all of their moves has to be so calculated. Nobody thinks THAT much.

Assuming that jungkook or anyone has such calculated thoughts like that before doing the most mundane thing is not realistic to me.

Also for the shirtless thing. Yeah it could be cringe. I've said this before he's trying too hard to be cool. But then again it's none of our business. It's his body at the end of the day. He can show it off if he wants to.

For people who are attracted to him, it's like heaven right now. People who are not attracted to him just don't care.

I think we shouldn't say stuff like that. It's like people telling girls to wear decent clothing because if they wear short clothes then they're attention seeker and I'm strongly against it. I won't be a hypocrite and say the same thing to a man because I would be so pissed if some man said that to me.

It can be agreed that he's trying to be cool but it's not harming anyone so idc at least he's not talking shit like he was doing recently. So that's progress ig.

[myshittyquarterlife]

My thoughts

My therapist told me to start journaling and to gather all my thoughts together into one place to avoid me having restless sleep and fighting demons at night. 

I like that I can trust you here, with nobody else, and no judgement. 

So let me categorize this bitch: 

Friends: First off, I have been dealing with a lot with friends and friend circles, and even Sara is involved which doubles it because I take what happens to her to heart. She feels betrayed and neglected by our friends and I don’t blame her, I feel the same way. She recently confronted “ Amir” and he reacted in the most horrible way, by gaslighting her, and not only that, but by falsely accusing her to deflect on his insolent actions. Not only do I feel rage, but more disappointment and disgust. For a second there, I was also gaslit and was ready to go apologize to him, but it took me only a few hours to be struck with “ oh shit he almost won at gaslighting me, he shouldnt be this much of a victim, how did this twist this way” but that’s the thing was gaslighters, they will try to make you believe another reality and twist your whole world around. Luckily, I was very proactive and attentive to his intentions that I warned Sara over it. As much as she says she doesn’t want to get into it and confront it, I do think she should have her free space to express what he said to our friends, not to prove a point, but to clear her name and also screw him over and bring his true colours out, in case the first time wasn’t enough. 

I am filled with injustice and disgust but all I can do it sit back and watch her be sad and feel alone, I wish they were more emotionally aware. 

Mother: So the thing with my mom is, I hate when she brings expectations onto me, specially ones about my love life, or my marriage status, she doesn’t always do it, but the few times she has, its been nothing but heavy and invasive. I feel unsafe, watched, and walked in on. I am in a happy relationship and I wish I could be in it safely without the involvement of anyone else or the fear of being caught. 

I do understand that she probably isn’t pushing anything or investigating but it does feel invasive even when she does sometimes ask, because it scares me into not wanting to act a certain way around her to avoid that confrontation, I just wish she was like my father, just non chalant and has boundaries. You can build a foundation without having to spill your sex life to your parent. 

I do feel watched, scared, restrained and not free, I feel like I have something to hide and that I have to watch my every move and word. I have a ticking bomb and a constant fear of being confronted. 

However, to try to rationalize it; She is probably just like any other mother, she will be curious, she will ask annoying questions, but they don’t necessarily have to mean that she is forcing anything upon me or that I will be shunned out if I don’t do them. They are nothing but a nasty suggestion, yes they will ruin my month, even year, but I need to learn how to  brush them off because they will keep showing up. I feel very frustrated and like I wanna fight her, she needs to stop being a snake, because as normal as this may be to any other person, it causes me the biggest anxiety in the world and makes me wanna throw up, just leave me the fuck alone and love me as I am for once, without your nasty comments. 

I dont know how to cope, and I dont think sara can even help because she has a healthy mother, and i envy their relationship, it just seems much easier, and even then, like the worst case she finds out so what? she is understanding and nice and open minded and wont kill her. my biggest fear should not be my mother.  I cannot confront her even though I feel a need to because everytime I hear something new I grow with resentment and anger, and I just cant confront it without looking weird because to her it was a passing day and something that probably didnt cross her mind at all, but it seems like soemthing that bothers her about me , like shes looking for any opportunity to bring up my love life and want me to be groomed or someshit, can she fuck offfffff i wanan breathe and be my own self i am fine i dont need her stupid wishes or whatever it is she considers happiness. 

I cant ever be excited for family reunions or gatherings because its me constantly being nervous or confronted or looked at with great disappintement, almost like any of my accomplishements dont mean shit, my degree, my gym workouts and healing from ED , my job, my license, nothing matters 

That’s pretty much all I have to say about this day. 

[queer-chnospinci]

Someone from my sword fighting group used a word and said it was "old german" and that is not a thing so I tried to figure out whether its old high german or middle high german and I did not find it in any dictionary (I did find the source tho) and it fucked me up to the point that I lay awake thinking about it twice and it made me email my professor (who told me the version of the word that was listed in the dictionary) BUT STILL why are we using that version of the word??

#I hate verbs so much #should I email my instructor and ask? #but I did ask him about something else recently and I dont want to annoy him #or make a fool out of myself #on the other hand he is a nerd probably sooo..... #and I want him to tell me about the actual historical/ translation part of hema #because I am a nerd #the word is waufen (/ weifen if you want to look it up) #I really should have learned more grammar #its a weak verb but idk #also I thought about sewing one of the little outfits from the pictures #idk if I should go with a medieval look or smth from that one english fencing book from 1673 (that was published in french for some reason) #I forgot the name #but the guy is from italy #thanks for coming to my ted talk #also I have been thinking about if it would be very weird to take my sword (once I have them) to the library to try to do the things #in the manuscripts #bc we have two (ish?) fac similae #but obviously you're not allowed to take them home

[madmaddyenby]

here are some things c!dream said in the vod where he and c!puffy go around framing c!tommy , also a quick rundown, he and puffy ran around blowing up and stealing things and putting up signs that Sounded like tommy to frame tommy. this happened a few days leading up to the exile conflict, and its very implied that c!dream was seeing if any of these would land so he could get tommy exiled. either that, or it was just to isolate tommy more.

"what else can we do and blame on tommy? we can get away with anything" and its not wrong. he Can get away with anything. lots of factors leaning into why, hes the server owner, and c!tommy is already seen as "annoying" . theres not much when it comes to greifing that ppl on the server dont see tommy capable of.

"next time tommy comes on everyone will want to murder him. it will be great" he says this after suggesting that he and puffy go grief sams house as well, which they end up not doing. this . leads me to believe that c!dream had been actively trying to make c!tommy disliked, to future isolate c!tommy. possibley so no one would defend him when c!dream brought up the idea of exiling him, or so less people would visit him in exile.

c!puffy asked about sapnaps house, which c!dream instantly told her was by the lake near the castle, however nothing was done to it because it had already been blown up by george. but the point still stands that c!dream just. was so ready to push aside his "friends" to get want he wants (which was to isolate tommy, gain power, etc)

c!dream and c!puffy decided that they should say c!tommy griefed their houses so they wouldnt look suspicious . when c!dream said his house had been griefed c!sam called out his bull a bit ( fuck yea sam !!!) . antfrost, sapnap, and sam all joined into the game around this time and heard the news abt "tommy blowing a bunch of things up". c!sapnap was angry about it , and antfrost suggested puffy get revenge for her house.

so, overall the characters that had known about the greifings + had been greifed were c!dream, c!puffy, c!antfrost, c!sapnap, c!sam, c!karl, c!eret, c!punz, c!bad, c!skeppy (i think thats all)

c!dream had planned to confront c!tommy abt the greifings the next time tommy had streamed, i dont think he did but. i think he couldve just been waiting for tommy to do something that would really stick and cause the ball to get rolling.

lright! thats all :] link to the vod is here: https://archive.org/details/causing-chaos-getting-rich-dream-smp

i suggest starting at around 8:51:00 or so, also it will most likely take a long time to load !!

if anyone has any thoughts that theyd like to share about the vod id love to here bc theres not much talk abt it since the vod only recently got found so :o

#dream smp #dreamwastaken #c!dream #c!puffy #captain puffy #dsmp #wow i love the dream smp block people roleplay! nothing horrible terrfying here! #dsmp meta #isolation tw #exile arc

[gale-gentlepenguin]

ML What if

(What if Chat noir did talk to Ladybug in Rocketear)

-Chat noir was emotionally going through a lot.

-He watched Nino and Alya's embrace and was relieved to see his best friend was okay.

-Nino appologized to Chat noir, and the cat responded like he did in canon.

-This propped up the question.

-He of course doesnt want to make a scene. So he says he is fine and the two fist bump.

-But as they leave. Chat noir felt compelled to send her a message.

-Ladybug was about to detransform when she saw it. A text from chat noir.

-'Could we talk later?'

-Ladybug felt it in her gut that she was right. That something was wrong with her kitty.

-She messaged him that they could talk that night. Their usual patrol meet up.

___________________

-That night came and Chat noir was waiting for Ladybug to arrive.

-"Hey kitty. You wanted to talk?"

-Chat noir had been gathering his thoughts on this. He prepared himself, he was calm and he would be controlled.

-Chat noir started with today. Apologizing that his jumping the gun thinking alya was in love with him caused the akuma.

-Ladybug laughs but assures him that its fine. She says that its understandable that he is worried his looks sway people

-Chat noir asked if she thought his flirting was annoying. (refering to what nino had told him)

-Ladybug looked at him perplexed. But answers

-"The closest to it being annoying is when we are in the middle of fighting an akuma. Because we are in the middle of a fight. But you have toned that down so no."

-Chat noir commented that this was fair.

-Ladybug puts her hand on his shoulder. Assuring him that she really does care about him and that he isn't annoying.

-This did help ease Chat noir a bit.

-"Is there anything else bothering you kitty?"

-"Do... Do Rena Rouge and Carapace know eachother's identities?"

-That was an ask that came out of left field, but Ladybug did realize that Carapace and Rena Rouge have often been used together. So it wasnt completely unrealistic that he would ask.

-"Yes... During heroes day. We were in a rush and I didnt have time to give it to them individually. It was only between them so as long as they didnt get their identities exposed publicly, or potentially figured out by Shadowmoth... I figured it would be fine."

- Chat noir nodded, He understood the logic, and this did happen before she became guardian. Fu likely gave the okay on that. Or he didnt know.

-Which allowed Ladybug to iterate her 'Plan'

-"Which Shadowmoth DID find out. She was compromised. So she is no longer rena rouge. I have been meaning to inform you on that. Just letting you know." (this wasnt a lie. Alya wasnt Rena Rouge, she was Rena Furtive)

-Chat noir blinked. He didnt know that. But that did explain why Alya and her family was attacked by shadowmoth. Well that sucks for Alya. But he is glad he is being kept in the loop.

-"Okay, well that explains why she hasnt been showing up recently."

-"That is kind of the rule, if they get compromised publicly, temp heroes cant really be utilized. Especially with how Shadowmoth's been playing recently."

-"So I guess our rules on our secret identities are..."

-"They are more important then the temp heroes." Ladybug answered

-This did ease Chat noir a bit. Yes he was bummed, but it was nice that he was being prioritize over the temp heroes. He was still crucial to her.

-"It still sucks but i understand. Our Identities our crucial in maintaining. I guess I was a bit jealous of Alya and Nino and it got me thinking about things." He chuckled.

-"They do have a nice relationship"

-Ladybug pauses

-"How did you know Alya and Nino were Rena Rouge and Carapace?"

-Chat noir thought he just messed up but he manages to fake surprise.

-"THEY ARE?! I was referring to them hugging after the akuma." (Which is a half truth.)

-Ladybug blinks, now horrified that she just exposed their identities.

-"Dont worry Ladybug, I will keep a secret."

-Ladybug sighed. She supposed there are worse things. Shadowmoth already knew this information so Chat noir knowing doesnt really put things in danger.

-"Is there anything else you wanted to talk about?"

-Chat noir put his hand on Ladybug's shoulder.

-"I think i am good for now. I am feeling better now. Know that if you need to talk, you can count on me too."

-Ladybug smiles as she watches the cat head off. Once he was out of view.

-"Not your smoothest Ladybug."

-Ladybug turned to see Rena Furtive in night camo.

-"Well now he knows you are not Rena Rouge anymore. And he is feeling better. I am glad we talked." Ladybug assured.

-"Dont you think he should know about the whole Furtive thing?"

-"The less people that know the better. It is just between you and me."

-"Right..."

-Alya had told Nino already, but now she cant tell ladybug she did that.

#ml #ml au #ml what if #ml spoilers #alt Rocketear ending #ladynoir #chat noir #angst #fluff #drama #ladybug #rena furtive #rena rouge #alynino

[1-800-amortentia]

friends (fred weasley x fem!reader smut)

summary: fred get’s jealous of you and draco

word count: 2.2k

genre: smut 

a/n; kinky ass sex that took me like a week and a half to write so

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“come on! it’ll be fun!” ron exclaimed. you rolled your eyes. 

“god you two! fine, ill go.” you told harry and ron, who had just spent the last two class hours convincing you to go to a party the twins were hosting. to be honest, you were planning on staying in bed and reading in your comfy clothes, maybe even inviting ginny and hermione over to watch horrible 80′s chick flicks and eat icecream. you were pretty angry and felt like being everywhere else except around fred after he told pansy you and him were just friends, even though you werent. you had been fooling around and going on dates for going on 2 months. 

“you know, i could be doing much better things with my time.” i said with a grunt as i tried to squeeze my boobs into the tight dress ginny insisted i wear. hermione sighed. 

“i say if it sucks, we leave early and watch come back to y/n’s dorm and watch the breakfast club.” she says, staring at her shoe. hermione had been bummed recently. mostly because of lavender and ron. ginny rolled her eyes at us.

“come on! were gonna have a blast!”

ginny was correct. after shots of fire whiskey with harry and ron, you and hermione found your way to the dance floor. you laughed at hermione who was impersonating lavender, and stumbled over, into draco. 

“oh im sor- oh hi draco.” you said, picking yourself up and readjusting your dress straps. he smiles at you. 

“want to dance?” he asks. if you were sober, you would have declined. but, you were not and within seconds you were grinding and sweating with a malfoy. hermione walked away to find ginny. draco held your hips as you sucked down your fourth drink of the night. your smile dropped as you saw fred marching towards you two, picking you up. 

“hey!” you pouted as he through you over his shoulder. 

“bye malfoy!” you said playfully, most likely infurriating fred that much more. fred finally set you down on your bed in your dorm 

“i was in the middle of something, weasley, dont you know it’s rude to interupt?” i asked, teasingly. 

“why were you dancing on him like that?”

“why would i not? hes hot” you said, playing with the ring on your thumb. fred stopped in his tracks. 

“cat got your tongue? it’s not like were dating. we’re just f r i e n d s.” you said, spelling out friends, pissing him off that much more. he ran his hands through his hair, as you leaned back onto your elbows. 

“so you heard me-”

“yeah fred i did.” you interupted. 

“im sorr-”

“stop. just stop embarrassing yourself fred. its annoying.” you began, standing up and walking towards the door. fred stopped her. 

“y/n listen, you know how pansy is. i didnt want her to say something. something mean. or start a rumour. “ he mumbled. i looked up at him.

“you understand, right?” he mumbled. i shook my head. 

“now, what were you saying about draco?” you immediatly flushed red. 

“oh so no youre quiet?” fred said, leading my arms to rest above my head. i looked at the ground. 

he pulled my legs around his torso with his free hand, as the other hold my arms above my head. my breathe started shaking out of anticipation. 

“have i told you how stunning you look?” he mumbled in my ear. i slowly set my arms down, around his neck as he pressed me harder against the wall. i whimpered as he brought his hand closer to my inner thigh. 

“cat got our tongue?” he asked, mocking the words i said early. 

“y-yes” i stuttered. shit. he chuckled, beginning to fiddle with my dress straps. 

“what do you want now. do you want to go back to the party and dance with draco? or do you want to finish this up here?” he asked. 

“i want to stay here, with you freddie.” i murmured. he smirked at me. 

“and why is that?”

“because i used draco to make you angry. so you’d stop talking to pansy.” i whispered. 

“why would you do that, love?”  he questioned. 

“ ‘cause i was jealous. i dont like when you talk to her.” you said quietly.

“do you want to be mine, and mine only? that’s why you were jealous?” he teased. you nodded in agreement. 

“well, are you mine? you are, right?” he asked. setting me down. loosening his tie. i shook my head quickly.

“hands.” he demanded. i gave them to him. he began to tie them with his tie. i grinned.

“you like that?’ he questioned. i nodded. 

“words, my love.” he teased, a finger guiding my face upwards. 

“yes....i like it a lot.” i said. he smiled. 

“you’re gonna regret dancing on draco, doll.” fred muttered. i crossed my legs, looking up at him as he towered over me. his hand slowly caressed up and down the arm, his other hand on my chin. 

“now, if you want to act like a slut, you should get treated like one. right?” he whispered. i licked my lips. 

“i didnt mean to upset you, freddie.” i replied. he shook his head, standing up and pacing in front of me. 

“except you did mean to.” he said. i gulped as he began to slide my dress straps down. 

“you’re mine. do you understand?” he grunted, pulling me off the bed by the tie he wrapped my hands with. he turned me around, so his body was pressed against my back. 

“do you want to do this?” he asked. 

“i deserve it.” i whispered, making his smirk go wider. he drug his fingers down my spine, finding the zipper, and quickly pulling it down. it slowly slid down my torso, with the help of fred. his finger slid down my now completely bare back, finding their way to the hem of my panties. i took in a sharp breathe. he slowly pulls them down, making complete eye contact with me while he does so.  

“i want you...to watch yourself as i make you cum” he says, setting his thumb on my chin. i nodded, making fred smile. my stomach felt like it was in knots and i could tell fred noticed. 

“safe word is stop okay?” fred muttered. i nodded as he pulled me off the bed set on his lap as he sat in my desk chair, right in front on my full length mirror. i gulped as fred positioned me how he wanted, my head on his right soulder and my legs spread. my hands became shakey as he slowly ran his finger down my stomach, giving me goosebumps. he hummed happily as his fingers fell to my clit. 

“ so pretty little one” he muttered in my ear. i shifted slightly. his fingers slowly began rubbing my heat, his free hand holding my face so i had no choice but to watch myself in the mirror. i could see his grin in the mirror. the only light came from my dim lamp in the corner of the room by my bed. his fingers sped up making me moan. 

“how good do my fingers feel, hm?” he asks. i suck in my breathe.

“so g-good” i stutter. he grabs the tie the held my hands together, and wraps the fabric that isn’t tying my hand around the back of his neck, forcing my arms to hand around his neck as he continued rubbing my heat. he let’s go of my face, taking his free hand and sticking two fingers inside of me, making me gasp as he kept his rythm on my clit, and slowly slid his fingers in and out of me. i watched in the mirror, his face contort as he was getting more and more intrigued. 

“my god freddie” i whimpered, making him speed up. i cried out as my orgasm came, fast and sudden. a flutter feeling spread over my entire body as i came. fred unhooked the tie that held my hands, untying my hands. 

“go to the bed” fred said, standing me up and walking to the other side of the room, taking his tux shirt off. i slowly stumbled to my bed, laying down. my legs shook gently from my previous orgasm. i looked at fred, who now only had this pants on, with a rather large erection that made me instantly turn my head with a blush on my face. fred turned to me.

“it’s rude to stare little one.” he said sternly. 

“sorry.” i whispered. he slowly walked back over towards me. he gently lifts my face, softly kissing me. i smile, glad he doesn’t hate. wait does he. 

“do you hate me?” i ask. he looks at me with a weird face. shit. 

“why on earth would i hate you, love?” 

“cause i made you mad and danced with draco.” i said, looking down. he sighs, pulling my face up, revealing my tear clouded eyes. 

“hey. i’m not that mad. just a bit jealous.” he says, stepping forward. i set my face in his chest as he rubs my back. 

“would you like to continue?” he asks. i nodded. he smiles, sitting next to me on the bed. he sets a hand on my face before bringing our lips together once again. he grabs my waist, setting me on top of his lap. i wrap my arms around his neck, his hands rubbing shapes onto my back. i slowly laid me on my bare back, running his hands down to his belt, undoing it. he pulls his pants down, so he’s only in his boxers. i move my lips down his face, down his jaw to his neck. his breathing pattern changes as i suck his lower neck, trying my best to make as dark of a mark as i can. 

“i love when you do that. let everyone know im yours love” he groans. i feel my stomach erupt in butterflies as he sets a hand on my hip. once im pleased with dark red mark i leave on his neck, he reconnects our lips, setting my back against the pillow, pulling my legs over his waist. he slowly pulls away, pushing his boxers down, taking them off and throwing them by my dress. he smiles at me, before slowly pushing himself into me. i sigh at the sudden feeling, letting it wash over me like a wave.he groans quietly, beginning to pick up his pace. as soon as he does this, his dominance returns. he digs his fingers into my hips making me whimper. 

“shit y/n” he groans, speeding up. i moan, as he guides himself in and out of me, using my body as a handle for leverage. 

“all mine. you’re all mine. got that? i never want to see you fucking looking at malfoy again.” he spat, fastening as much as he can. i wanted to scream, but tried my hardest to hold back.

“all yours” is all i could moan out. his fingers found my clit, rubbing just the same way he did to me infront of the mirror. 

“god just like that!” i exclaim. a tingling feeling runs up my body, alerting me about my orgasm that is about to come. 

“are you gonna cum for me again, love?” he asks. i nod quickly. 

“mmm good.” he hums. i feel my core tighten as i quickly released on him, my body growing more and more tired. fred flips us over, my face ramming into the soft comforter as pain and pleasure surge through me.

“you’ve got one more left in you i can tell. i’m gonna keep going til i feel satisfied with you behavior, got it?” he hisses. 

“okay freddie” i whimper. he starts his pace again. more erractic than before. i could tell he was about to orgasm. his thumb brushed up and down my heat once again, starting to rub my clit, making me come close to the edge with him. i open my eyes, watching as his eyes screwed themselves shut, as he began panting. he looked like a painting. how could he be real? his eyes opened once again as he finished in me. he started his quick pace again, rubbing and thrusting, over and over. i moaned loudly as a wave of heat and pleasure crashed onto me, feeling myself cum for a third time. fred slowed his pace. pulling out of me and laying down beside me.  he turns to face me as we both regulate our breathing. 

“my beautiful angel.” he mumbled, kissing my forehead, before turning over to grab his plain white undershirt. i may have been his angel, but no other man could ever make me feel as sinful, unhinged and desired as he did, and i was completely okay with just him, all day everyday for the rest of my days. 

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