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loveandmurders · 2 years

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I read I wish I was better for you and it made me crave angst. Could I request a concept of Bo and his s/o getting into a huge fight, then asking the brothers why their not just another victim? Why haven’t they just killed them off already? Fem reader is preferred, but gn is absolutely fine. Keep on being lovely. <3

Hello love, thank you so much for this request. I absolutely adore angst & hurt/comfort fics, so it had been very fun to write for this. I really hope you’ll enjoy this. <3

Female reader without physical description.

WHY AM I NOT DEAD ALREADY?

Warnings: Bo being Bo (aka an asshole but he loves you), mentions of murders, angst/comfort.

Even if life wasn’t all soft and peaceful in Ambrose, you weren’t often getting into such a huge fight with Bo.

Of course, you often were arguing with the man because of his anger issues and the risk he was taking in the hunting of victims and because he was paranoid you would try to run away from him one day, even if you knew you wouldn’t because you truly had fallen in love with him.

And because you loved him, and his brothers, you were always trying your best to stay calm and to talk, instead of yelling.

You were the appeasing presence in the house, even though you always stood your ground when you thought you were right, which Bo found both hot and very annoying.

This time, however, he pushed all your buttons in the worst way possible, even reminding you that if you were alive, it was all thanks to him, and that you should be obedient to him, especially because he could so easily turn you into a wax statue if he wanted to. After all, he only asked you to be pretty, not to open your mouth.

It was the first time he talked to you and threatened you that way.

And you would have lied if you had said you weren’t afraid.

It was true, why didn’t he kill you?

He could have so easily put you on his chair, down his garage, and played with you to his heart's content, and then killed you and asked Vincent to turn you into a wax sculpture for the pleasure of his eyes, this time.

He didn’t need you alive.

No one here needed you alive.

Actually, you were probably a problem because they all had to keep an eye on you in case you wanted to run away.

“Finally found what to say to make ya shut up, hmm” Bo commented before leaving you on your own in the living room.

It was true that it was the first time you fell silent in front of him.

You sat on the couch, and took your head into your hands.

What has become of your life?

Did the man really care about you?

No, he was just bored and one day he would kill you, and you could only pray for it to be fast, but knowing Bo…

To be fair, Bo was already regretting his words but he was too proud to get back to you and hug you to reassure you. He was silently cursing himself, thinking he was an asshole (which he was, indeed).

He had no intention of killing you.

At all.

And his brothers either, because Bo was a lot more manageable now you were around.

Vincent got from the basement, a bit thirsty because of the heat downstairs. He was about to head to the kitchen when he saw you.

He tilted his head to the side, not too sure what to do.

He didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable, but at the same time he didn’t like to see you like that, because you were now part of the family.

He finally walked to you and you looked up when you felt his presence.

He didn’t even have the time to sign and ask you what was wrong, that you asked him: “Why am I still alive? Why haven’t you turned me into a wax statue like the rest of the group I came here with?”

You waited for an answer and Vincent could only stare. He could tell you were pretty serious about your interrogations and it worried him.

What did Bo say? He signed because he knew it could only come from Bo and he had to stop himself from rolling his eye at how stupid his twin could be.

“He said he could so easily kill me, that I owe him my life” you replied “I mean you all could kill me actually. I really don’t understand why I’m still there” you continued.

Vincent groaned and took a chair to sit in front of you.

He always had to put the pieces back together after his brother had broken something. And he really had hoped it would never happen with you. And now he could only hope, it would be the last time.

When he saw you among the tourist bus that came by, he instantly noticed you and he sent me a message to tell me to not touch you Vincent told you, and you could only arch an eyebrow at that.

You had never heard about this before, and it was sometimes hard to tell when Vincent was saying the truth or not, in order to make you do what he wanted you to.

“And?” you asked for him to continue “He could have simply wanted to kill me himself”.

I don’t know all the details of the story, because Bo doesn’t share a lot. What I know is that he wanted to play with you and kill you himself, indeed. But you are alive because Bo isn’t an idiot, sometimes, and he saw you were what he needed in his life.

“I don’t understand, Vince” you shook your head.

You had no idea how you could be what Bo needed in his life; it felt like Bo didn’t need anything but his family and you weren’t really family.

When you were in the House of Wax, the two of you, and that he was flirting with you, you said something that made him change his mind. I didn’t hear all about it, but you talked about how you hated your relationship with your parents and how you wished to have your own family, with a husband and maybe one day, kids, even though you weren’t totally sure about that. I got distracted with one of the tourists after, but each time he was asking you a question, I could tell by his eyes that you were saying exactly what he wished you would say.

You stared at Vincent, completely taken aback.

That day, the day he didn’t kill you, you had indeed talked about a lot of things with him. You had no idea why, but the conversation was quite easy with him and he had been so eager to ask you all kinds of questions.

You had indeed told him you wished to have a real family, and a husband and maybe kids.

You also said that you wouldn’t mind living in a small town and to be a housewife, as long as you had stuff to do in the house but also in town. You needed responsabilities and freedom, as well as a home.

And that you needed your husband to be protective of you, and sometimes a little bit possessive.

You also remembered how right after, Bo seemed to soften for a few instants before he started to think very fast. He gave you his best smile and guided you to his house, and you had followed because something made you trust the man. He had sat you in the living room and had asked you to not move.

And you had obeyed, and when he came back all bloody, you took care of him, without understanding he had killed the tourists you were with (they weren’t your friends, you were travelling on your own with a tourism agency and you were among others in a bus).

But when you had understood what Bo did, you hadn’t tried to run away because there was something about this man you needed.

“Are you saying that I’m not dead because…”

You're his dream girl, yeah.

You stayed silent for a few moments, trying to think.

“So, he won’t kill me?” you asked, still a little bit unsure of it but Vincent was quick to shake his head

You're the first girl he kept around, and he is just trying to pretend he doesn’t need you that much. But you can ask Lester if you don’t believe me; Bo is wrapped around your little finger.

You smiled at that, because you enjoyed the idea of someone as dangerous as Bo being in love with you that much.

You thanked Vincent and felt better about all of this.

You still wanted to talk to Lester, but also because you had an idea.

You called the man you considered like your little brother and you told him about your argument with Bo.

No need to say, he wasn’t impressed at all.

“Ah yeah, he’s always tryin’ to fuck what makes him happy. But don’t get fooled, he’s always askin’ us to keep an eye on ya in case someone tries to hurt ya, or in case ya’d like to leave his sorry ass. He’d lose it, ya know.”

You didn’t need to know more, knowing Lester wouldn’t lie to you.

You asked him to go to the antiquity store in which you had seen two wedding bands a few days ago, as you had wandered around with Lester, and to buy them.

Lester didn’t comment and obeyed you, like the big sister you were for him.

Once you got the two rings, you went to see Bo in his garage.

The music was blasting out and he didn’t seem in the best of mood, and it probably was because of your argument.

He was feeling bad about it a lot more than he would admit it.

The idea of losing you was eating him up, and he hoped he hadn’t scared you off.

He looked up from his truck when he saw you and he arched an eyebrow, silently asking you what you wanted from him now.

You moved closer to him, a little more confident around him now you knew what he truly felt about you.

“You wouldn’t kill your wife, right?” you asked him with a little smile and he frowned without understanding what you meant.

You took his left hand and placed the ring on his finger.

“Because I wouldn’t leave my husband” you smiled even more.

You had no idea what was going on inside his head, but when you showed him the second ring, he didn’t hesitate to put it on your finger.

“That’s true, girl, my wife’s off limits” he finally said.

“Hmm, that’s what I thought” you hummed and you tiptoed to kiss his lips.

Before you knew it, he sat you on his truck, and his hands were roaming your body with renewed desire and possessiveness.

Gosh, he fucking loved you.

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lackablazeical · 4 months

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💙🥀Leonardo Hamato🥀💙

Specific Trigger Warnings -

Stalking, harassment, manipulation, physical/mental/emotional abuse of a partner, objectification of others, threats/acts of violence, yandere-like actions and behavior, violation of consent/boundaries (specifically to actions such as hugging, kissing, snuggling, grabbing, etc.), child neglect

Specific boundaries w/ this character -

Do not glorify/romantize/endorse Leo's actions ("I wish someone cared about me this much" etc etc.)

Do not ship Leo with anyone. At all.

Do not treat Leo as 'fixable' or anything of the like, or imply that he could/should be 'forgiven'.

Do not imply romantic/sexual intention when Leo is touching someone. He just likes physical touch, that is all.

General info -

Leo's birthday is October 27th. He is a Scorpio ♏️

Leo's main love language is physical touch, but he can give love through all five.

Leo is a sex-repulsed Panromantic Vincian man. He can feel romantic attraction but only feels any type of deeper attraction/connection with non-women.

Leo has combined-type ADHD (Attention Deficit Hyperactive Disorder).

Leo has ASPD (Antisocial Personality Disorder).

Personality traits -

Leo is loyal, protective, obsessive, slow-to-anger, charismatic, controlling, manipulative, forgetful, strategic, and vengeful.

Leo doesn't get angry easily. He may get annoyed, but genuine anger is rare and hard to bring out. Often, it's a build-up of small things that makes him lash out, usually violently.

Leo is extremely loyal to those he loves. He will absolutely kill and die for his family, and for Usagi. Family is the most important thing to him, and he will choose them over anything else.

Leo, as a strategist, rarely ever does things without a plan in place. While his actions may seem impulsive or non-sensical, they are often to drive people apart, cause fear/pain, etc. Leo is extremely smart, and knows how to twist situations into his favor.

Leo is a control freak. He can't stand not being in control, and will do whatever it takes to maintain the power he does have. If that means violence, then that means violence.

Leo will spiral and be sent into complete delusion and panic if he's left without affectionate physical contact for too long. He needs it to feel grounded, and he will force the contact if he must to stay sane.

Important details -

His insomnia -

Leo has extremely intense insomnia. This is a result of an error when he was mutated. Originally, Draxum intended for all the brothers to require less sleep, so they could spend more time fighting wars and such. Instead, Leo got an overdose of that specific chemical, resulting in the state we see today, whereas his brothers got off with no ill effects.

He is physically unable to sleep for around a month, but Leo is able to force himself to stay awake for just under around 3-4 months before his body begins to shut down. Leo can't control this, and he is likely to pass out mid-conversation or while doing something because of this.

This insomnia has extreme physical effects on Leo. It results in glassy vision, sluggish movement/behavior, extremely bad memory issues, delusions, inability to concentrate for very long, and carelessness. Leo also has a lower natural heart rate because of this, and his eyes strain more easily. He also has extremely shakey hands, which mostly present themselves when he is typing/drawing/writing.

Leo's siblings don't care for Leo's behavior after being rested, so they often make attempts to keep him awake/wake him up faster. Without intervention, Leo can sleep for days. With intervention, he may get 6-8 hours max.

After being freshly rested -

After Leo has recently gotten sleep, he is noticeably more helpful, respectful, withdrawn, and thoughtful. He is more likely to notice smaller details, remember things better, etc. He is also nicer, and will better listen to things like 'no'.

This state lasts around 1-3 weeks, depending on how much sleep he got previously. He may revert back to his regular behavior faster if exposed to a catalyst (someone made him angry, he gets a look/smell/taste of blood, etc.)

His relationship with Big Mama -

Leo hates Big Mama. He distrusts her and her motives, and hates how she treats Splinter, Mikey, and Donnie. Game recognizes Game, Manipulative recognizes Manipulative.

Leo keeps BM alive exclusively for Splinter and Mikey. He is willing to kill her the second either of them gives him the word.

Leo will be courteous to her if he has to be. He will accept her gifts and call her Mother, but he makes his absolute distain of her very clear. He refuses to be alone with her and will silence anyone trying to tell her personal facts about him violently.

BM was the one who gifted Leo his sword as a sort of peace offering. It didn't work, but he took it anyway. Now, he never goes anywhere without it.

Leo is very strict about BM not knowing about Usagi. He regularly threatens his and Usagi's brothers to stay quiet about Usagi, and makes it clear that it is their necks on the line if he finds out they told her. BM would use Usagi as a pawn to get Leo to listen to her, and Leo refuses to give up his control.

BM is aware of some of the other Miyamotos (specifically Kenichi, Ishida, and Riko) but does not know about Usagi specifically. She just knows that they have more siblings. She also does not know that Leo has a connection with Usagi.

Leo and BM are actually quite similar, with their controlling and manipulative natures. Never tell Leo that, though. Unless you want your head cut off.

His stalking -

Leo began stalking around 10 years old. Most of his targets would only be interests between 1-3 months, before Leo got bored/they died/etc.

Leo has had 36 victims, including Usagi.

Leo does not have a preference when he stalks. Age, gender, species, etc has no effect on who he fixates on. Though he is likely to be more violent/intense towards male/masc people if they are his current focus.

Leo typically treats any death similar to a breakup. He'll cry, stew in his feelings, etc. It annoys the hell out of his entire family. Leo often gets over it quickly.

Leo fixated on Usagi differently because he was introduced to Usagi differently. Leo actually saved him from being mugged, which is the first time Leo had ever felt like an actual hero. This sent him into a complete spiral of obsession, and now Leo only and will only ever have eyes for Usagi.

His dynamic with Usagi -

Leo is an abuser. He is Usagi's abuser. He manipulates him, physically/mentally/emotionally harms him, etc.

Leo does not insult, slap, punch, or put down Usagi. Leo is very verbally affectionate to Usagi, which is one of the reasons people do not pick up on what is really happening.

Leo will bite, shove, pin, yank, choke, throw, or restrain Usagi. He is very controlling of Usagi's movement.

Leo does not explicitly put Usagi down, but will make Usagi feel powerless, dependent, etc. As example, Leo would NEVER say "You're nothing without me", but he WOULD say "where would you be without me?"

Usagi barters time and affection with Leo to get Leo to let him do what he wants. Leo often only properly upholds these deals around half the time. This could be holding hands for 10 minutes so that Usagi can go to the store with his brothers, etc etc. Leo is very much giving "changed the terms at the last moment" vibes.

Leo would become a husk of a person if he lost Usagi. He would slaughter anyone in his way if they tried to take Usagi (except his brothers, ofc.) Everyone is very aware of the fact Leo would act out violently if Usagi tried to leave him.

This is not to say Leo will always pick Usagi. If it is a life-or-death, no other option situation, Leo will pick his family over Usagi instantly, no hesitation, nothing. He will mourn afterward, though.

Leo's favoritism -

If Leo loves someone, in his mind, they can do no wrong. He will make excuses, ignore facts, and twist the narrative to remove blame from that person. He may also find a scapegoat to blame the behavior on instead.

If two people Leo loves are fighting, he doesn't pick sides. He will completely ignore the problem and say that it doesn't matter.

Leo is very much of the opinion that 'its in the past, so it doesn't matter.' So what people say, actions they take, past trauma, etc. Doesn't matter to him. This could be contributed to his memory problems as well.

After a fight, Leo will comfort the one that he thinks is more upset, aka more 'in need of support.' Typically, this will be Usagi.

Leo's power level -

Leo is the most dangerous of his brothers, WITH his sword. He could easily take any of his brothers down with it.

Without his sword, Leo is the weakest of his brothers. Leo is not good at hand-to-hand combat, and his fighting style completely relies on his sword and portals.

Fun facts -

Leo's favorite food is candied strawberries. He loves anything sweet or fruity.

Leo loves play wrestling and will often get very invested in any fights he gets in with his brothers or Usagi.

Leo has an extremely good pain tolerance. He would be able to walk on a broken leg and barely even register it.

Leo is a mystic prodigy, and his teleporting ability is entirely self-taught. It is much more sporadic and 'glitchy' than Rise, but Leo is still able to get things where they need to go. Leo's swords can split, and be either 1 or 2 weapons. 1 sword can create solid, doorway-like portals. 2 swords mean Leo can teleport between them, if he throws or embeds them in something.

Leo loves pop music, as well as 60s-90s Spanish music. He has an antique radio that he loves to listen to. Leo will also listen to rap/dubstep/hip-hop for Mikey and Don.

Leo loves rom-coms, and that is where Leo gets most of his ideas of love/romance from. He does not watch good rom-coms.

Leo babies his brothers quite a lot, but it is out of genuine care and adoration.

Tags that include Leo -

#addams! Leo, #addams! Leosagi, #addams! Hamatos, #addams! Disaster twins

#addams! tmnt au #addams! leo #addams! leosagi #addams! hamatos #addams! disaster twins

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youandtom2 · 2 years

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i WANT peter to lose his temper with me.

Temper? Lost it, mate.

Themes: Rough smut (18+), Dom!Peter, bratty!reader, unprotected sex! and other kinky stuff, aftercare too :) also this is waaaaay longer and probs unedited towards the end cos it's 3:30AM

Don't You Dare

There are a number of reasons why somebody would lose their temper and for the average person, stress, depression, financial difficulties, family issues, and drugs and alcohol are just some of those reasons. Perhaps if you were prone to anger, something as simple as losing a game could even trigger an outburst. It's basic human function to want to liberate the anger that bubbles inside you and when it finally happens the tension unwinds. You recall the last time you lost your temper when some asshole unapologetically pushed your friend walking past her on the streets and she fell to the floor in a stumble. You berated him, shouting and screaming profanities at him with such raw emotion and it felt good to release that unrestrained character in an otherwise overly-polite society.

It was an instance when you realised that losing your temper provided others with a snapshot of someone's true character, see what they're capable of. And the same epiphany washed over you again the night Peter lost his temper with you.

Peter's outrage initially stemmed from losing fight after fight with an enemy he had been battling for months. He had truly met his match because every single encounter ended with Peter barely managing to escape and returning to you bloodied, bruised and boiling with an irrefutable rage that he couldn't simmer. It soured his mood being physically, mentally and emotionally belittled by this guy and you tried so hard to pick him back up again, giving him the shelter, the care, the support he needed before he faced him again but he valued none of it, too distracted by his plans for retribution to thank you. Every priority of yours was Peter. Every worry was Peter. Every fibre of your being existed for Peter. All this time, your thoughts were on Peter. But for him? His stayed rooted on that...guy. He was obsessed and if loving him wasn't going to shift that obsession, what could?

The more Peter devoted himself to defeating his enemy, the more you questioned the integrity of your selflessness because you were fed up, the whole routine was becoming tedious and tiresome. And okay, you weren't going to lie - maybe you were jealous. It was sick and wrong but you envied the villainous psychopath that was single-handedly stealing your boyfriend's attention away from you all the time. The same villain that turned you into the side-character in Peter's quest while he promoted himself to the main protagonist. So you figured that if you were to truly have Peter's attention for yourself, to have his whole mind, body and soul focussed on you, you needed to gain it. Gain it like that villain does.

So you made him lose his temper with you.

~~~~~

He's calling you again. It's late, it's dark and he's calling you for a pickmeup. There isn't a doubt in your mind that another one of his little standoffs with his obsession has gone wrong, and he needs you to save him, to be there for him like he expects you to be.

Not tonight, Peter.

You tell yourself he's fine and ignore the shrill ringing of your phone. You pan your attention back to the book you're reading, flipping through the pages without giving Peter a second thought.

The evening drifts in, time passing with rain battering against your window, the silhouettes of each little raindrop projected onto the page of your book by the orange lamp post outside. You turn the page, eyes expecting to see the words in front of you but the light dims and a bold shadow casts over your lap. Slowly, cautiously, your head peers towards your window to find Spider-Man, Peter, crouching upon the beams of your window sill. Without a word, he slithers in with a slight pant to his breath, perching himself onto your bed with his back leaning against the wall while you watch calmly. The raindrops drip from his curls to trace over the sharp angles of his cheeks, his jaw, the bob of his Adam's apple as he swallows thickly. Watching him triggers you to do the same knowing what's ahead.

When he finally speaks, his voice is hoarse and his cheeks have already started to flush angrily. "Where the fuck were you?"

To further vex him, you deliberately leave him waiting, firstly finishing the page you're on before calling out. "I was here."

"I called you."

"I ignored it." Peter presumed that you were going to come up with some sort of excuse, so when you blurt out the truth he tilts his head with those wide eyes boring into you. You, however, remain heavily occupied by your book.

"You ignored me," he clarifies. "When I was out there fighting, when I was trying to protect the city, when I was hurt...You. Ignored. Me?"

Your eyes barely budge from the page. "Yup." Pop the 'p'. Make him mad.

"Why?"

"Felt like it." The smile painted across your lips is sickly sweet and patronising that it has Peter twitching his brows in frustration. "Thought I would give you two a little more bonding time."

"Excuse me?"

"You know, you've spent so much time obsessing over him that I can't tell whether you're fighting him or fucking him." Eventually your head tilts up and your eyes meet his, his expression stuck in a stupor that's falling closer and closer to something a little more aggravated to your success. Peter brings himself up onto his knees in front of you, nevertheless you persist. "Or maybe it's both..."

Suddenly, an hysterical laugh cracks from his throat - only slightly wheezy - twisting his mask playfully in his hands and it catches you completely off-guard.

"Are you for real?"

Not a muscle moves out of place and not a word is muttered. You sit stone cold like a statue while he leans closer, spitting his words again like you didn't hear him the first time.

"Are you...fucking...for real?" A moment passes and when you deem him invariably vexed, you pan back to the book in front of you like Peter is a mere speck of dust floating in your bubble. Not a second later, it's violently ripped from your hands and thrown across the room and clatters against your bookcase. You don't even get to see what mess it makes because your jaw is snatched in his hand with a sharp squeak following behind it. "What is the matter with you? Huh? I get beat up to shit and you wanna be a brat?" Peter finds his answer in the way your eyes nervously flit to his lips noting how his jaw tenses. "You've got to be kidding me," he chuckles, chagrined.

Just when you think you're making progress, he releases his hold on your jaw and begins sauntering away from your bed in disbelief. "Nah, I'm not doing this."

In a moment of blind panic, you splutter something you'll know you'll regret later, but you're so close, so close to gaining what you've wanted for so long.

"Of course you're walking away. No wonder you get beat to shit, you're too weak." The words leave a bitter aftertaste in your mouth because you know you're never one to say something so cruel, so unprovoked, but you're desperate.

He stops. Turns. Pins you with his gaze and clicks his jaw. At first, he says nothing, letting the rain batting against your window fill the silence. Your heart is beating a million miles per hour and you're pretty sure he can hear that too.

"Weak?"

"Too weak." Aggravate. Irritate. Fuel the fire. Belittle him like his enemy does.

"And you think mocking me isn't going to get you hurt?"

Fuck.

"Because believe me," he says slowly, creeping closer until he has the pinch of your chin between his fingers. "I'm about to snap. And it'll to be you that'll be too weak to take it."

A breath, a gulp, and then..."Prove it."

When you told yourself you wanted Peter to lose his temper with you, you expected him to yell at you just like what you did with that guy on the street, hell, even throw things or have an emotional breakdown, as long as it was something that means you have his full, undivided attention. Then, once the yelling match had started, you would argue and prove your point to him that this would be the first time in months that he's focused on anything other than himself or his enemy, that you're fed up of unrequited love, pleading your case in the hopes that he would surrender and realise he's in the wrong.

That's not what happens at all.

Peter shows no hesitation when he pushes you hard against the bed with his hand coiling around the column of your neck and squeezing tightly. With no where else to look but up at him, his whole body quivers uncontrollably and you're not quite sure whether it's shivers from the rain or the full extent of his rage, regardless, it makes him look all the more threatening. He doesn't yell, in fact he doesn't say a word and the only breakdown you see is the barrier that holds back his anger, now free and untamed.

He holds you there long enough to have you spluttering underneath him, where your body begins to squirm at the weight of his pelvis mounting down onto yours.

"Is this how desperate you are, that you would go to the lengths of being a fucking brat to get what you want?"

"Well it works for him, doesn't it?"

"Don't you dare," he growls, his hand anchoring down a little heavier. "Why would you-" Peter stops himself and you watch the realisation gloss over his eyes. He lets loose just a stutter of a laugh, shaking his head and by the way he looks at you so disapprovingly, you know he's figured you out. "Oh, I get it." You feel his knees lock themselves tightly against the side of his hips and his head dips lower and lower until his lips brush the tips of yours. "This is all a cry for help, right?"

"You abandon me, Peter, all for that fucking asshole that does nothing but piss you off and beat you up. I'm the one looking out for you--"

"So your solution is to piss me off, annoy me like he does and expect me to retaliate and satisfy your needs. That was your plan?"

You slowly blink up at him, nodding your head with what room Peter allows you.

"Well it's a stupid fucking plan because you've got it all wrong. If you wanted my attention, all you had to do was ask for it."

You lick your lips, hesitant to fall bait to his trap. "Please-" you whisper.

"Nuh-uh. You're too late, sweetheart. I'm already furious with you. If that's what you wanted, that's what you get." His words bite at your skin with each syllable stabbing deeper and deeper into your apprehension. You don't get the chance to get your breath back when he yanks at your hands, holding them higher above you to attach them to your headboard, bound together with a single thwip! of his web shooters. Peter remains straddling your lap while he rips open your pyjama t-shirt in one swift movement and with a yelp from your throat, you flush at the sudden vulnerability.

Those fiery eyes roam your body, scheming and planning every precise movement that would inflict the harshest punishment your bratty nature deserves. Weak. The word runs circles around his head, taunting him in a choir of voices, ones that have previously spat the word to him...including yours. There isn't much he could do about the other voices, but he has you right there beneath him. He could deal with you right here, right now. He could snuff out that voice easily.

Peter pinches the buds of your nipples between his fingers, rolling them and plucking at them until he hears your groans grow louder. The pain is delicious, so overly stimulating that it's only beginning to make up for the absence of Peter's affection over the last few months. But you're needing more...

A sharp gasp floods your lungs the moment Peter takes your tits into his mouth, sucking and biting anywhere he can sink his teeth into. Peter keeps his eyes firmly on you while he salaciously swirls his tongue around the bud, nipping it with his teeth when you find yourself sinking too comfortably into the feeling. It's only when he pulls away do you see yourself being littered with patches of blue and purple, and scarred with teeth marks.

"Weak." He spits. "I'll show you what happens when you call me weak." His mouth travels further and further down your body and settles comfortably into a pattern of kissing, biting and licking your skin, that is until he meets the rim of your pyjama shorts, the only layer of clothing left to protect your modesty. As he pulls them down your legs, he deliberately pulls your body as far as your bounds would allow, stretching out the muscles in your arms until they're seizing with tension.

"Ah!"

"What's wrong? Too weak to take it?" You writhe and meekly moan as an alternative to the truth.

There's only a second of relief; the grip of Peter's hands loosens and leaves a trace of goosebumps as they feather up to the curve of your waist until, once again, his hold tightens, pulling and stretching. Your muscles start to burn.

"You feel that?" he asks, voice dark and weighty with malice. "You feel that stretch?" He gives a quick tug and you immediately respond.

"Yes!"

"That's nothing compared to how it's going to feel when I stretch you out with my cock, when I fuck that bratty attitude out of you. I was already pissed off when I came here, but now you've just tipped me over the edge." Nonsensical sounds dribble from your mouth in a concoction of pain and pleasure, giddy with the gift of Peter's undivided attention and an insight to his darker character. The tatty, torn suit falls from him revealing a body adorned with small, leaking cuts made to look miniscule by the sheer size of his muscles. When he resumes his position in between your legs, you can't stop the wanton mewl that spills from your lips. Peter smiles wickedly at the sound.

Suddenly, his fingers feather up and down the length of your slit and you instantly shiver. You indulge in it so much that you forget what Peter demands of you, but there's nothing like a harsh slap to your cunt to serve as a reminder.

"Tell me how much you want it."

"So badly-fuck! I want you, I need you - oh - " his fingers begin circling your clit, "Peter, please."

He speeds up, he's almost vigorous. "Do you have any idea how much I want to say no to you right now for being a fucking brat. Look at me--" He springs forward and catches the line of your jaw in his hand, still tormenting your bud with the other. "But I guess you're right: it's been far too long and I need to get rid of this frustration one way or another."

Peter diverts his eyes to your aching bud, watching his own movements as he swipes his fingers back and forth over and over again in a brutal attempt to make you cum. But he gets too impatient, too clumsy that you can't quite catch the wave of release building inside you and he's very capable of sensing that. He lets loose a raging grunt from his throat and finally snaps.

"Fuck this!" Your heart skips a beat, stomach twisting the moment his hot mouth latches onto your pussy, subjected to the delicious lashings of his tongue, eager to taste every part of you.

You've never seen Peter so out of control before; so unreserved that you determine he's been bottling this anger up for far too long and suddenly every reason to lose his temper has made itself apparent to him. He's finally feeling that sweet relief of tension now he's given it free rein. You're still yet to decide, though, whether that has placed you in an fortunate position or not...

Recklessly, Peter lifts your hips higher into the air and dives deeper into your core, caressing the sensitive nerves with generosity and it winds you up perfectly. You can feel the squeeze in your stomach getting ready to snap.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, Peter. Oh my god, please, I'm gonna cum. Ah!" A piercing scream leaps from your throat as Peter lands a harsh slap to the back of your thighs and proceeds to suckle harder, scaring you into submission like scaring a horse to run faster. It becomes too insatiable and with Peter eating you out like you are the elixir of life, you come undone in a matter of seconds with a burst of euphoria. A tsunami of heat consumes your entire body and it burns more ferociously everytime any one of your muscles tenses.

Satisfied, Peter departs with a tantalising kiss to your clit, dragging it out with his teeth before it releases with a pop. Once again, he brings down a forceful slap onto your other thigh, paired with the demand to turn and get onto your knees...which you do almost immediately. Your arms are slightly contorted but it doesn't matter when Peter hooks onto the crooks of your hips and yanks back, suddenly forcing your face deep into the sheets and your ass to clash with his now bare hips.

He teases a little, just ever so slowly pushing the head of his cock through the remnants of your slick that drips from your core, right up until it nudges your pulsing clit. His cock twitches at the slight hiccup and with what he wants to do to you, he knows it's only going to be the first of many.

"I'm gonna give you one chance to apologise for what you've done, sweetheart." The nickname's patronising, mocking.

Your survival instincts instantly tell you you should. But of course, you listen to the devil sitting proudly on your shoulder because that's who's been supplying your addiction to Peter's undivided attention, but it doesn't feel enough to be high on him, you need to be drunk on him too. And so, with such conviction that will be the death of you, you deliberately add fuel to the fire.

"Not a chance. I'm not as weak as you are."

"You little fuck."

With full, merciless force, he plunges into you. "Oh my God!" Your cries comes out cracked and broken much to Peter's delight.

Like a tyrant, he allows you no time to adjust and you swear you feel something snap inside you, the pain metastasising as quickly as it did the first time Peter fucked you, but it's over in seconds and you quickly find pleasure in his virile thrusts. The sound of his hips firing into yours is broken up with the even harsher sound of his hand cracking across your ass. No soothing relief after - just slap after slap until Peter eyes the cherry-red hand print visible on your skin. A soft whimper fills his ears.

"You provoke me, you deal with the consequences. God, fuck! I'm so fucking angry with you."

Your bed creaks loudly underneath you, threatening to fall apart if Peter doesn't relent, and with his frustration only fuelling his lust, it hardly seems likely he will.

"So fucking tight." He's in and out, in and out, taking the time to fully pull from you only to slam back in with the intention of stretching you further and wider. Peter's driven by the idea that the harder he fucks you, the more pleasure he'll feel when he reaches the parts of you he hasn't before, and just when he's within reach of the tip of your cervix, he pauses with a breath caught in his lungs. Fully submerged, he stops to grind your hips against his hilt to feel the tight grip of your cunt around him and you both release a wail that resonates in each other's ears. You clench harder and Peter buckles, your back taking the brunt of his weight where his chin hooks over your shoulder.

He doesn't know what motivates him to lick the outer shell of your ear, but he does it anyway, leaving behind words of a warning.

"I'm not done with you yet," he grunts, his words still laced with anger. His hands feel the outline of your body, curving round to grope the fullness of your tits. Until he's certain that he's left little fingertip-sized bruises, he uses that same powerful force to break the binding of your restraints with a yank of your arms. Strained and cramped, they immediately fall to your sides but that doesn't appease Peter too much - his hands need to be full, he needs you to feel the grip that you have on him as he remains deep inside you.

Now pulled behind your back with just the ease of one hand, it gives the other the chance to slither round your hips, sinking lower and lower until it feels the familiar shape of your cunt as it beckons to be touched. With not much use to you, your arms are now in Peter's possession as it gives him just that extra leverage to pull you into him just as assertively as he drills into you. In fact, the whole routine repeats again and Peter doesn't so much as miss a single beat, pounding into you just like before and he doesn't break a sweat doing it. You, on the other hand, attest to the burning desire riddling your mind that you're struggling to hold on.

"Come on, I wanna feel you. I know you want to cum all over me. I can feel it. God, you're so fucking wet." You can't deny him. The fragile drops coating your inner thighs and his fingers screams words that your mouth can't: you want to cum so bad. "Fuck," he groans again. "Squeeze me like that again and I swear to God it'll be the end of you."

"P-please, fill me up, Peter. Please!"

In a craze, Peter reaches for the nape of your neck, pulling you against him so quickly your head swims. He roams the entirety of your neck, licking and sucking patches of your skin before he finds your lips and greedily takes them into his possession. You moan into him, relishing your bittersweet aftertaste on his tongue as it violently invades the kiss.

How he still manages to rut into you with such animosity you don't know.

"You want me to fill you up?" Your only response is a drunk hum, sinking once again into his kiss that breaks just seconds later and curiosity brings your eyes to his. On the surface, they're dark, cavernous, but if you dig deeper, you start to unveil the ochre that the Peter you know most wears so well. It's only then do you realise he's being sincere and that he's searching for reassurance.

"Yes."

The corner of his lips flicker into a devilish smirk and you only catch a glimpse of it before Peter sends you hurtling forwards again. This time, you have the privilege of your arms to brace yourself against the fall.

With one hand still maintaining that constant attention to your clit, the other clutches the flesh of your ass. In that instance where you subtly push into him, something overtakes Peter and, no matter how impossible it seems, he becomes completely unstoppable. Panting, he pushes all of his weight into you and it stops any breath from leaving your lungs, your brain switching into panic mode with each unapologetic thrust.

"Thaaaat's it. Take it like a good girl--" your walls clench, a telltale sign for Peter. "You like that? Being my good girl?" He leans over and catches your gaze from over your shoulder. "You're going to keep being my good girl from now on. No more of this fucking bratty attitude, got it? I'm gonna make sure she doesn't ever fuck with me again."

With one, final, demanding thrust, Peter releases inside you and your whole body quivers as he inevitably stills. You feel like you've suddenly imploded, unfamiliar to the indescribable warmth that consumes you as it marries together with the pleasure you feel at your very core. For the first few milliseconds, your body surrenders to a certain numbness before it crystallises into something overpowering; the lightning before the thunder.

It completely distracts you from Peter only until the tight drag of his cock leaving you brings you back. Swiftly, he sinks lower, eyeing the delicious sight of his cum leaking for your cunt with a wicked grin gracing his lips. With just the simplicity of two fingers, he doesn't allow for any to go to waste and forces whatever escapes back into your clenching hole.

Content, curious eyes raise just inches higher, his fingers following soon after to circle the tightly pursed hole that he had mistakenly neglected this whole time.

"Peter, I can't--"

A dark chuckle leaves his lips, and how thankful you are that he listens to your pleas and decides to sidle closely behind you with a kiss to your cheek. Warmth against warmth, his arms hook tightly around your waist where his hand tenderly strokes over your stomach.

A blissful aftermath to a whirlwind of events.

It's you who eventually breaks the silence, that is, when you eventually get your breath back...

"You're...you're not still angry with me, are you? I didn't really mean any of those things I said to you--"

"No," he confirms, voice adamant. "But I was slightly annoyed with you."

"I know, I'm sorry. I could never think you're weak--"

"It's not about that," he interjects. You can feel him shuffle behind you, perching himself up onto his elbow. The hand hooked around your waist tugs a little, wanting for you to turn around so it can settle itself carefully against your burning cheek. There's a look of disappointment evident in his eyes, obvious enough even in the midst of admiration as he flicks between the different features on your face.

"I don't want you to think that you can't openly tell me what's bothering you. I know I've been distracted and distant, but if it really bothers you that much, tell me."

You take a deep sigh, pondering over your next words because when you truly think about what all of this was about, you start to feel...guilty. Selfish. Peter's just doing what he does to protect the city, like what he's always done and here you are acting the petty girlfriend because she isn't getting any attention. If anything, it's attention you don't particularly deserve given that you ignored him in a time of need, insulted his character and provoked him in a way you knew would drive him over the edge.

"I...I shouldn't really. It doesn't feel right telling you what trivial shit is bothering me when you've got a whole city to save. It doesn't seem fair, y'know?"

Peter's face tells of his dismay at your words. He wants to wait until you look at him directly before he contends your reasoning, but with regret diverting them elsewhere, Peter resorts to force. Smoothly, he positions himself inches above you, his arms locking you in place at either side of your head and demands for your attention.

"When I made you my girlfriend, I also made that promise to be your boyfriend. Spider-Man is just half of who I am, but your boyfriend is everything I am, so no matter how unfair you think it is for you to feel the slightest bit of unhappiness, know that it's my job to fix that, not Spider-Man's." He leans down to softly brush the tip of his nose against yours. "Okay?"

"Okay," you whisper.

"So promise me you'll tell me when something's bothering you, no matter what it is."

Peter's stomach drops at the smirk on your lips. "I don't know, I quite liked seeing you lose your temper--"

"Don't you dare, you little brat. Now promise me."

A large inhale fills your lungs and releases moments later, resolution clear in your words. "I promise."

"Good." With a smile on his lips, they encase yours; soft, warm, gentle, an apology but also in forgiveness, all of which is reciprocated in the way you kiss him back harder.

#peter parker smut #peter parker x reader #peter parker x you #peter parker #spiderman x reader #no way home #peter parker fic #peter parker imagine #peter parker fanfic #smut #fluff #peter parker fluff #tom holland #tom holland smut #tom holland fic #dom!peter parker #dom!tom holland #bratty!reader

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ladymarlin · 3 months

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TOTAL DRAMA HEADCANONS PART TWO‼️‼️🎉

Heather blushes easily

Alejandro and Heather would bicker a lot for fun. All playfully ofc.

When it comes to dance, Heather prefers doing solos.

Alejandro LOVES watching Heather dance. He goes to all her shows, brings flowers, takes her to dinner, gives her massages, all of it. He's totally entranced by her dancing.

Courtney has anger management issues and OCD

-She uses things like boxing and wrestling as outlets. She's never lost.

Courtney likes to keep busy.

Courtney's eyes are generally pretty big so if she in any way widens them it looks kinda scary. Especially if she's freaking out.

Heather's eyes are pitch black and with the right vacant stare she looks unsettling. Like this

Alejandro can contort

Courtney's parents put A LOT of pressure of her growing up, giving her some sort of punishment if she slipped up or anything. She has a complete fear of failure.

Heather was there for Courtney at her lowest.

Alejandro has problems with most of his family, but not his mom.

Alejandro and Heather are both bisexual

Courtney has it ingrained in her head that she needs to be perfect.

The volcano incident traumatized Alejandro. He has pyrophobia and tries to act like it doesn't bother him that much especially around Heather but it does. He has nightmares about it.

Courtney loves biopics

Other headcanons

#will update as i think of more #more headcanons under the total drama headcanons tag i didnt feel like linking #mostly Heather Courtney and Alejandro bc i run twtw accs for them #total drama headcanon #total drama headcanons #courtney total drama #courtney tdi #total drama courtney #td courtney #courtney td #alejandro tdi #total drama alejandro #alejandro burromuerto #alejandro total drama #alejandro td #td alejandro #aleheather #alejandro x heather

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emmatgc · 6 months

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Grace, his saving grace.

When people say Grace made Tommy weak, I resent that. She made him stronger not weaker. But, I understand where they are getting it from and let me elaborate on it. Perfect example was the night Grace got shot. Just for a minute here, lets pretend the sapphire was cursed and if only Tommy got it out from her, maybe just maybe she wont get shot. Grace kissed Tommy after he said those iconic words "I need you, Grace, I need you".

The theory was if only Tommy was focused enough, he should have taken the necklace right away and not make her a target but nope, he didn't. What did he do? He held Grace tightly and towards him and kisses her few more times. Grace meant to kiss him just once. In that moment, Tommy was off guard, he was all in focused on Grace forgetting or not knowing really, there is a price tag on him and his family. Now, the bullet was made for him, but the theory was its also meant for the closest to him- his wife who is wearing a sapphire. She became a target as well, all the time. This, among other instances are part of the reasons why they say Grace made Tommy weak that for a man like him, he shouldn't be that way. Wrong. That is not true and that is not the case.

My 2 cents is Tommy has always been vulnerable, every calm demeanor was just a facade to hide his real self. His real self includes the ptsd, the anger and trust issues, the mobster, criminal but also the pre war Tommy, romantic, calm and good. Grace exposed it, the bad and good. It has always been there. The "perceived weakness" was always been there that's why he made bad choices. Nobody corrects him, he was surrounded by "yes people " and a family that is very unstable, too. Then came along, the one person who makes him think twice. Who made him guess, who got him confused, intrigued, who he cannot read her mind. She made him contemplate first on his actions that for once, someone can say No, someone can leave someone can reject him or disobey him. Grace did all that and for that, Grace made him stronger not weaker. She made him human, again. Being a monster is not a strength, its a curse, a burden. Tommy realized that's why he chose Grace despite all odds. What they had was not just any ordinary love or even love per'se, but unyielding, breathtaking love and loyalty towards each other, with the utmost respect and sincerity of two wounded souls colliding in different uniforms but basically one being. They were opposites but exactly the same. For me, its the most beautiful, freaking fictional love story written on a small screen perfectly portrayed by incomparable on on screen couple.

If tommy became weak, its not because of Grace its because despite being Tommy, he is a human being. Its entirely because of himself, circumstances and choices. Remember they were together for almost 3 years, they were just alright. Vulnerability shouldn't be perceived a weakness, it should be of strength. Grace made him stronger for she made him a better man. She took the goodness left in his heart and exposed it to the best of both of their abilities. She chose the goodness in him through and through. Just like Padme's last words about Anakin aka Darth Vader "There's still goodness in him, I know". She changed him. She made him a better person and he clearly wanted to on his accord for HER. That's how powerful Grace was and always will be. Haters are afraid of that, that's why they hate her and Tommy being flawed, imperfect and vulnerable is not ok with them, they excuse his bad doings and blame on Grace. Fact is Tommy with Grace has found a life, a real life. It may have been short that they were in paradise, high and low but boy it was real not some made up shit others points out with other love interests. Death will always follow tommy and those he love. If karma took Tommy's one great love in Grace, it is not because of Grace but because of himself. It sucks really for Grace for she deserves better but she made her choice, too. Weak or not, its his choices not hers that took the life of her. To end this, Tommy and Grace's love was the strongest of them all. People have to thank Grace for making him happy and for making their perfect in ther eyes no fault hero a monster, too. For better or worse, Tommy carried on living and I believe, Grace kept him alive until they would reunite in the afterlife. Grace is his savior after all.

#tommy x grace #grace burgess #tommy x grace forever #grace shelby #thomas shelby #tommy shelby #peaky blinders

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good-beanswrites · 5 months

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Eheheh! The anon who sent the ask on the Lights, Camera, Sing Your Sins here! Happy to hear you like the silly thought I made up, bonus on making a small drabble on it! So happy! >w<

So I guess when Mikoto's condition is revealed during his first interrogation, everyone's like "Ooooooh that's why..." over it. And uuuuuuh, does Kotoko feel bad for bashing Mikoto back then? I think it's not scripted according to that post you made back then, but no hard feelings between them, right? And I guess Shidou wouldn't be happy that the prisoners are getting into actual fights ;;

I really did! :D Thank you so much for reaching out, I love hearing people’s thoughts and ideas!!

I'm always very committed to keeping any canon hatred accurate -- I won't sugar-coat a relationship that has been stated to be terrible. However. This is not canon, and I am employing every fix-it in my arsenal >:3 So yes, there are absolutely no hard feelings between them and after every trial they hang out and make up!!

It pains me that all the violence in Mikoto’s interrogation has to be real, but yeah, neither of them pull any punches. Of course Red doesn’t want to hurt Es, but I picture all the prisoners really driven by the desire to tell their stories. Unlike in canon, the au characters are very aware that they’re going to represent a larger social issue/group of people. So when Mikoto is instructed to really sell it, he does it for the sake of accurate experiment results for others like him – and clings to the trust that Es signed up for this.

And Kotoko’s interference is such a core part of her character: she’s observant, she’s clever, she’s used to and skilled at breaking rules, and she’s such a protector, even to the person who’s holding her imprisoned. It felt unfair to take that away from her by making it something Milgram scripted, so her reaction had to be real and just as violent ;-;

Okay so you know when you’re playing a game with friends/family and you feel very real anger at them for their decisions/actions? Then after it ends you can cool off and acknowledge it was just a game and there’s no hard feelings at all – but you can still clearly remember what made you upset and know it was valid? That’s what I'm picturing when the prisoners write their t2 plans. Kotoko’s anger towards the guilty prisoners is genuine by the end of the first trial. She’s very hurt that Mikoto wouldn’t tell them the truth about himself, after all the secrets they’d collectively shared. She’s disgusted by the others’ actions. She’s not actually planning on beating them up, but she recognizes she kinda wants to lol. Amane does hate Shidou. Yuno is tired of everyone.

But a few days after the first trial ends, they start interacting in a setting that isn’t immersive anymore. They’re able to relax and talk through everything with clear minds. Kotoko apologizes profusely for hurting Mikoto during the interrogation, admitting that she’s not entitled to anyone else’s secrets. Amane apologizes to Shidou. She may not be as friendly to him as he was hoping, but she tells him that she understands they live under different codes and she shouldn’t hold hatred in her heart. Yuno gets a bit of time to refresh herself while they’re debriefing and collaborating with the writing team. She’s excited to be around the others by the time filming starts up again. Anyone who has anger towards Es lets it soften, feeling bad that they’re allowed to get a fun break while Es must remain asleep.

And I think Red and Kotoko would actually get really close in the au, despite their rocky start! They have very similar ideas on protecting the people they care about and being disgusted by those who abuse their power. Koto-koto duo is real!! 😤I can’t say for sure because so much could change in t3, but I’m hoping to write the two of them bonding over being labeled “the scary violent one” and slammed with a guilty vote next time ;-;

If anything, Blue is more upset that she attacked Red than he is himself. (“That was our interrogation, what was she even doing there?”) And like you said, Shidou doesn’t want anyone to get hurt for real, so he pleads with them to keep their violence as staged as possible, going forward. He’s also extremely upset with Milgram that they’d let Es get hurt (since he’s the one who treated them afterwards). It takes such long time to assure him it won’t happen again, and that it was a one-time twist that Es signed off on beforehand.

Although I think the violence is going to get worse during this next hiatus, the au characters will actually feel less emotional, in my mind. After doing this for so long, I'm sure it would get easier to regulate which emotions are real and which result from too much immersion -- so there will be less to apologize and make up for this time, they're already very close and happy :')

#milgram #mikoto kayano #kotoko yuzuhira #thank you again for the ask!! these are such good thoughts oughh #asdfsd although im sorry if this is more than you bargained for - you unlocked my behind-the-fic brain 😅😅😅#ill always go for a sympathetic/bittersweet twist on hateful relationships while trying to keep them accurate #but in this au all of that is out the window and everyone is best best friends with each other!!!! ;---;#im finally getting the kotoko-fuuta and kotoko-mikoto friendships i really wanted from canon #amane accepts the others as a loving family #and no matter what the final verdicts are - everyone forgives and loves es #;----;#im so glad people are enjoying the au because im having a blast thinking about it waah #ask #lights camera sing your sins

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Like imagine yuu if they were a sweetheart, never cussing and innocent af then they snap and turns out they have anger and cursing issues spiced up with a little bit of superiority complex, confidence and speaking their mind. And from that moment they cuss like a sailor not minding themselves, insulting people and acting like a certain pomeranian, throwing off the innocent bean persona(*cough* *cough* bakugo from Bnha/Mha *cough* *cough) .

And the guys on the side like : 👁👄👁 "tf happend to 'em? "

Ace was so surprised when Yuu didn't snap at him or even tried to say anything to him. Yuu jsut replied with "Please be more nice!" He nodded and decided to be more nice because who would be mean to a sweetheart.

That's how they got most of the Overbloats to stop because theu listened to the overbloaters and gave the sense of security and emotional stability they needed.

Now you see there is a few way you can truly set Yuu off.

1: insulting family. This can be friends that are considered family, siblings, their parents, relatives they claim.

2: putting people down infront of them EXPECALY if they have anything to do with rule #1

3: don't ever hurt a child in their presence they will go for blood.

The red font is Yuu using their cool collective about to go apeshit voice!

Don't mess with the younger brother.

You see some dumbass motherfucker. Decided to try and hurt Ortho's feelings. You see Yuu claimed them as a younger siblings the day they called them Big Sibling. Now Ortho was just trying to get to a class for Idia, he was bored and decided to join. And a dumb ass 3rd year decided to pick on him.

He told Ortho "Your nothing with out your brother God your so dumb! This task is so easy do you need your brother to come and hold your hand? God your such a little kid!" Ortho didn't know how to control his feelings and started to cry. He also tried to explain that no he didn't need his brother he's capable on his own. The 3rd year class was partnered with the 1st year since it was some project for the 3rd year to try and teach the underclassmen for extra points.

And he said that shit pretty loud. Loud enough for the W H O L E class to hear. Idia was Livid. He wanted to kill this normie for ever THINKING to speak to his brother in such a manner. Some 3rd years were about about step in but Yuu spoke first. They tilted their head and him a look that could kill. They said "What. The. F U C K. Did. You. Just. Say?" The class got quiet.

They called walked to the pathetic excuse of a man. And yelled "I SAID WHAT F U C K DID YOU JSUT SAY?" They were in his face now and he was stammering about why he said that. Ortho held Yuu's arm "Yuu it's ok he's just-" Yuu gentley got their arm back and nudged Ortho to Jack and other other first years who wanted to kill this guy. "Ortho honey go over there let older sibling handle this!" Ortho nodded and walked to the others. Then Yuu snapped their head to the unfortunate motherfucker.

Yuu got in his personal bubble and began to degrade him "You know it's funny...How a grown ass man like you! Decided to bully a young boy like Ortho...I bet you have no confidence and had to bring others down." The guy shrieked back and Yuu got closer as he stepped back.. "I know guys like you and I've put them all in their place." They said their eyes taking in all of the little things the boy did to try and calm himslef down and look confident. "You said he acts like a child? Because he is one! But it's so FUCKING funny because how come a CHILD is smarter then you?" With the question they got closer to him. "Do you realized that what you were telling him was wrong? Honestly I thought you qere the smart one? Your such a disappointment!" The boy fell backwards. Yuu looked at him in disgust and hatred.

"Haaa you made me waste my breath for you, but your not even worth that. Your worth nothing. You are nothing. And you'll never be anything since you always have the need to bring down others, just like Ortho." Yuu then looked at their nails "Hmm I kinda want to punch you buuuttt I think I'll leave that up to Idia." The boy froze Yuu smirked at this "Did-Did you forget that he is in this class?" They boy looked down flustered "OH MY GOD!" Yuu looked around and spotted Idia's tablet it floated closer to them.

They looked at the shriveled little boy below them "Your going to regret every. Little. Word. Your PATHETIC, UNWORTHY, UNDESIRABLE, USELESS, HA THERE ARE SOOO MANY QORDS I CAN USE TO MAKE YOU EVEN MORE HUMILIATED BUUTT. I'll leave the rest for Idia to talk you." And with a kind smile they walked back to their desk where Ortho looked at them with stars in his eyes.

Ortho smiled big "Thank you older sibling!" Yuu smiled "AWE of course sweetie that disgusting thing needed to be put down. Don't worry your brother will handle the rest!" Ortho smiled and began helping the first years with their potion. The rest of the class got quiet then the whispers started about the guy still on the floor who pailed looking at Idia's tablet which was silent. Then the door burst open. Yuu smiled and waved a Idia.

Idia walked to Ortho and looked at his eyes. He grimace "Here your eyes are puffy Ortho. I'll deal with this scumbag." Ortho thanked his brother as Idia stalked to the sad excuse of a man. "You get the fuck up you look pathetic and come with me." The boy shook his head trying to explain again but Idia didn't listen and grabbed his by the hair. Idia scoft as the guy began to scream for help "I politely asked you to ge the fuck up. But you decided to make it harder for yourself. You made your bed LAY IN IT." As they got to the door it slammed shut as he walked through it.

There were screams going down the hall begging for mercy but. Mercy is too kind to give what he said to Ortho. The class slowly got back to the potions they were doing and Mr. Crewel sighed saying he's gonna have to talk to both Idia and Yuu later. Yuu rolled their eyes no he won't he's going to punish the pathetic bitch later though.

Jack completed on their stone cold voice, Sebek said even Waka-Sama would tremble at their glare they gave the boy. Epel begged Yuu to show him how to do that. Ace and Deuce were use to it sicne when they didn't listen Yuu would pull that face and tone of choice to get them to listen. Grim heard it the most thars why he's very well behaved. Ortho kept hugging Yuu through out the day till the guy came back around lunch. Then got onto he ground and groveling to Ortho for forgiveness.

Ortho though for a minute then rolled his eyes "Nope!" The guy got pale "Please I-" Jack got in his face "If he said no buzz off." Sebek got up too incase he would need to do something. The guy nodded and ran. Epel got back to begging the scarey trio to teach him to be frightening!

They thought him a few tricks and he used then on the people who mistaken him for a girl.

But moral of the story? Don't fuck with Ortho he has two scary older siblings who would shed blood for him.

Thanks for submitting sorry for taking so long! Had writers block!

#Yuu: what did you just say about my child-#Ortho: my older siblings are going to kill you.#Sweetheart Yuu #personality switch #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland yuu #Yuu I would die and kill for Ortho (lastname)

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aslongasimhereyoureinvincible · 10 months

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what are your neurodivergent headcanons for hq characters?

asdfjhgfds sorry this has been in my askbox for a few days ive been busy w/ Life Stuff TM but anyways ND haikyuu headcanons lets gooo

hinata:

ik bc hes Sunshiney and Loud lots of ppl read hinata as adhd, which i can deffo see, but personally i read him as autistic

hes extroverted and good at adopting introverts (kageyama, kenma, yachi, tsukki) but when u stop to think abt it hes also actually kinda bad at social ques and 'normal' behaviour?? i think ppl dont notice bc hes also rlly nice but hinata is actually pretty blunt lmao

his special interest is literally volleyball cmon now

its canon that he dislikes being in classes too long or doing homework bc he finds sitting still for too long difficult, both me and my autistic older brother used to get up and pace around our classrooms when we were younger

even though hes rlly athletic and has insane reflexes obviously, hes also pretty clusmy and especially bad at judging distances which to me looks like dyspraxia which is really commonly comorbid w/ autism

ive also read a few fics where he has tourettes syndrome w/ body tic and i can deffo see why ppl would hc that

idk hes just reads as autistic so well in my mind like idk why its not a more common take

kageyama:

this one is less of a headcanon and moreso just interpreting the text correctly; hes definitely autistic

like its my belief that furudate either knowingly wrote kageyama as autistic or like based his personality off of an irl autistic person they knew or SOMETHING bc its actually insane how well he reads as autistic

the lack of social skills? the anger issues? the deep special interest in volleyball? the just wanting to express your feelings/opinions but coming off as rude but not knowing how to fix that? middle school being a living hell? having that one family member who Got you? the high level of skill in one particular area? hes literally the texboox definition of autism

even the little things like how he files his nails and jokes go over his head and he accidentally insults ppl bc hes calling it how he sees it and how he basically had no friends growing up bc he was too focused on volleyball and how he struggles to smile on command like!!! thats autism babe!!!!!!

oh also hes dyslexic bc im dyslexic and i say so

ushijima:

same as kageyama i bet he was either knowing written as autistic or based off of an irl person who is

blunt as all hell, monotone voice and facial expressions, volleyball as a special interest, bad at social interaction, accidentally rude, the list goes on and on

like his whole thing about how his left handedness makes him different but is also a gift that benefits him in some ways? thats a metaphor for neurodivergency dont @ me

oikawa:

i hc him as having narcisstic personality disorder, not in the ableist reddit-user 'all ppl w/ npd are evil manipulative abusers' way but in the ' i have npd and know what it actually looks like' way

hiding massive insecurities by acting like youre amazing?? that fuckin marina lyric thats like 'i feel like im the worst so i always act like im the best'?? that was abt oikawa tooru and npd

feeling threatened the second someone as good or better than you shows up? fixating on one specific thing that you have to be the best at? those are npd as fuck traits

the way he can basically get along with anyone and adjust his play style to suit them but only has a few close friendships where he can let his true personality rlly shine through

hes literally so npd coded augh <3

bokuto:

i read him as adhd and having cyclothymia

i think he was unmedicated in high school and unknowingly had depressive and hypomanic episodes which affected his play

he also very much reads as having rejection sensitive dysphoria if u ask me

and the way he talks and bounces around and has All That Damn Energy gives me adhd vibes, esp pared w/ his poor volume control ad the way he ignores social cues lol

okay quickfire round bc im getting tired of typing

atsumu is autistic, so is osamu for that matter, theyre just at very different points on the spectrum and rub each other up the wrong way a lot of the time bc of it

kita is also autistic bc no neurodivergent person is that particular about doing things the 'right' way

hoshiumi is autistic and adhd

asahi and yamaguchi read like they struggled w/ anxiety and depression

sakusa has ocpd and ocd (contamination ocd specifically) and mysophobia

kyoutani has aspd, again not in a 'aspd = violent agressive psychopaths' way but in a 'i actually have a cluster b personality disorder' way, and adhd also

kenma is autistic and has social anxiety

yachi has social anxiety too bc cmon now

tsukki reads to me as having chronic depression, i think i could also make a case for him being autistic too ngl

tendou is some flavour of neurodivergent, probally audhd, probably some other stuff, idk but hes definitely not neurotypical

like hinata, lev reads as autistic to me even tho hes got that goodball energy thatd make lots of ppl read him as adhd bc like,, he just fuckin sucks at social interaction like he is accidentally rude all the damn time lmaoo

fukunaga and aone are both autistic w/ selective mutism and/or partial to moderate non-verbalness

obviously its none of my business and i think having headcanons abt irl ppl is Fucking Weird but i wouldnt be surprised if furudate themself was autistic bc truly so many characters in haikyuu can be read that way if u ask me, although maybe im just projecting lol

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu!! headcanons #q and hey hey hey!#tumblr: akiraetzchen #og post //#theres prolly more im missing but these r off the top of my head #obvi theyre just hcs tho ppl are free to have different interpretations #except kageyama being autistic. i KNOW im correct abt that one.#also i promise this blog isnt dead i do still love haikyuu v much im just also super obsessed w/ bluelock rn

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do u have any bald bull or soda popinski headcanons ? 🩷

HELL YEAHHH u get both !!!!!

🫧Soda Popinski🫧

keeps trying to get hippo to try different types of soda. hippo tried one once and nearly passed out from the amount of sugar. needless to say, it was funny and a little scary trying to explain it to passerby

soda is one of the few people that knows about kaiser's berliner partying days. its something kaiser likes to keep secret, seeing as he feels like he has a ''reputation to protect''. it did help that soda's a very gregarious guy in general though, he just has a certain energy ab him that makes people wanna confess things to him.

in general, soda knows how to keep secrets really well, especially if he spills anything about the russian government, the consequences might be dire…

speaking of the russian government, his mother is a scientist who originally created soda in a lab as an assignment to create the ultimate fighting machine. as such, she isn't allowed to have full custody of her son, as he partially belongs to the government lab. Poor lady…

all of soda's family and acquaintances are nicknamed after soda. He has a girlfriend named cola (credit to mabs for that idea), his mother is nicknamed popuschka, and he calls his headscientist dr pepper.

like ive said before, he learns english from macho and disco, and often gets words mixed up. one time he called macho man ''brogus'' and macho absolutely hated it.

has a tendency to underestimate his strength a little. if you make him laugh particularly hard, he'll slap you on the back and you'll likely end up w/ a fractured spine. (exaggarated obviously, but it WILL hurt)

hangs around a lot w/ the other two nicest guys of the WVBA, them being disco kid and bear hugger. disco refers to their squad as the ''turntable trio'', as they all like to dance. ms bear makes him feel at home as well, but the squirrell freaks him out a little. also shares a sweet tooth w/ hugger so theres that too hehe.

aside from soda, total sucker for certain russian desserts, especially medovik and pastila.

🐂Bald Bull🐂

comes from a rich family. his ma is a singer and his dad a retired athlete

along w/ a mansion, has a HUGE ranch where cows n bulls roam, this is how he became inspired to name himself bald bull.

quite the introverted guy, and doesnt socialize much outside of his own circuit. He is quite chummy with Sandman and Soda though. One time, he offered Soda a turkish delight , and the rest is history. He also relates a lot to sandman due to both having issues w/ quick irritability.

the only other person outside the world circuit that bull interacts with is disco kid, mainly thanks to the fact him and soda are acquinted. Disco gave bull a rly nice outlet for his anger issues, namely dancing! Disco one day saw bull roll his fists in the ring, thought ''WOW that guy can really move !!!!'' bc it reminded him of a classic disco dance. he then talked to soda about him and the rest is history :3

Audhd. paparazzi not withstanding, does not manage his symptoms well.

has very mixed feelings on his mom. On one hand, her voice is like sweet nostalgia to him because she always sang him sweet lullabies, but at the other hand she has broken his trust in many ways that he feels cant be repaired. gets along better w/ his dad tho

used to have a rly sweet school girl type giggle, but his family teased him out of it :(

thinks hes like clark kent whenever he disguises himself as Mask X. the world circuit all know, but the paparazzi is none the wiser somehow. dw nobody in the WVBA will tell :]

interests outside of boxing include arm wrestling, farm animals, and (very rarely) singing. You gotta b real special for him to sing for you. Very private person in general.

#HIHI i hope u like these hehe #and thank you for the ask !!!#bald bull #soda popinski #punch out #punch out!!#punch out wii #monkey brain typing #headcanons

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wangxianficfinder · 2 years

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In the mood for a Fic...

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1. Hi! Do you know any Lan Sizhui/ A’yuan POV fics??

black irises in the sunshine by doodlebutt (G, 2k, LSZ & LWJ, angst, grief/mourning)

❤️ nevermore, nevermore by agloeian (T, 120k, lan sizhui & everyone, wangxian, canon divergence, time travel fix-it, hurt/comfort, fluff, angst w/ happy ending)

as i stumble homewards by the_pretzel (T, 27k, wangxian, canonical character death, found family, food issues, trauma, LSZ pov, angst w/ happy ending, fluff)

Not Yet (There As Needed) by sunrise_and_death (T, 13k, wangxian, WWX & LSZ, LSZ & JL, post-canon, family bonding, dramatic revelations)

to make an arbitrary wager by moonsteps (G, 9k, Junior Quartet, JL & LSZ, WangXian, Post Canon, Junior Quartet Dynamics, Friendship, sizhui and the mortifying ordeal of being the gusu lan heir)

to the act of making noise by words-writ-in-starlight (Gunmetal_Crown) (G, 19k, LSZ & WWX & LWJ, WangXian, Grief/Mourning, Father-Son Relationship, inquiry, Music, Angst, Fluff, Found Family, mostly CQL verse)

remember the moments when we were together by RoseThorne (T, 2k, LSZ & WWX, WangXian, Grief/Mourning, Memories, Depressio, nImplied/Referenced Suicide, wwx needs a hug, Regret, Self-Esteem Issues, Loneliness, Crying, Hugs, Truth, Post-Canon, PTSD, Father-Son Relationship, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, CQL-centric, POV LSZ)

Would You Come Home? by s6115 (Not rated, 46k, WangXian, Junior Quartet Centric, Time Travel Fix-It, Canon Divergence, Junior Quartet Dynamics)

🧡the stone-filled sea by yukla (T, 9k, WangXian, LSZ & WWX, Post-Canon, senior wei defense squad, a study of the way prejudice and injustice and anger trickle down from generation to generation)

❤️Symmetry by Vir_Abelasan (M, 13k, LSZ & WWX, wangxian, mind the tags just in case)

keeping score by hauntedotamatone (T, 6k, LSZ & WWX, Background WangXian, the opposite of reconciliation, Protective WWX, Duelling Grief/Mourning, not for jc fans, Swordfighting, Resentment, LSZ centric, No JC & WWX Reconciliation)

coming of age, coming alive by narie (T, 25k, LSZ & LWJ, LSZ & WWX, wangxian, LSZ & WQ, canon compliant, found family, coming of age)

Path by Jengabears (G, 4k, grief/mourning, soul-searching, repressed memories, burial mounds, good uncle WN, LSZ centric, dead WWX, angst, sad w/ happy ending, comfort)

In all these shades of blue (I think we found you) by Fleetling (T, 5k, wangxian, LWJ & LSZ & WWX, 5+1, LSZ pov, childhood, growing up)

although my mind is young, it is not gentle by everythingispoetry ( T, 27k, Canon Divergence, Hurt/Comfort, Disability, Parenthood, Growing Up, Family Dynamics, Character Study, Self-Discovery)

The Sound of Love by mondengel (Not rated, <1k, wangxian, LWJ & LSZ & WWX, fluff, everyone lives au)

Decorating by Quiet_crash (G, 1k, LSZ & LWJ, LSZ & LXC, LSZ & LJY, Rabbits, Fluff) A-Yuan decides that the bunnies need Lan ribbons

A-Yuan in Bunnyland by Aki_no_hikari (G, 3k, LSZ & LWJ, Fluff, Action/Adventure) A-Yuan dreams—or does he?—of falling down a rabbit hole and stumbling upon a whole parallel Sect of Gusu Buns

Crayon Time with Sizhui Series by treemaidengeek (G, 272, LSZ & LWJ, Fluff, Angst, Family Feels, Canon Compliant, Grief/Mourning, Actual Child Narrator, Actual Crayon Drawings, Bunnies) crayon cartoons by 7½-year-old LSZ

Anticipation by Quiet_crash (G, 2k, LSZ & WWX, LSZ & LWJ, WangXian) Chenqing and LSZ’s recovery of his Burial Mounds memories, from his POV

history by tongzhi (T, 15k, Background WangXian, LSZ-Centric, Post-Canon, Angst, Grief/Mourning, Hopeful Ending, Character Study)

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2. Hi! For the next fic-mood: I just saw on Twitter a very beautiful WangXian fanart in RomeoJuliet AU, and thought there must be someone already wrote a fic for this trope right?? Right?? 😁 Thank you all in advance 🙂🙏🏻 ❤️ Have a nice day! @yellowridge

Star crossed by ToeGod (T, 5k, WIP, WangXian, Romance, Star-crossed, Romeo and Juliet Fusion, Angst, Fluff)

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3. Haii! Im in the mood for some MXY with WX fics. Not romantically. I recently read one where they adopted him. Any amount of words and only restriction is not to have MXY romantically involved with WX. Thank you!

Dream a little dream of me by Moominmammashandbag (M, 60k, wangxian, dream cultivation)

💖 Mo XuanYu’s Bewildering Re-Start by MarbleGlove (T, 9k, MXY & WWX, WQ & WWX, wangxian, time travel fix-it, suicide attempt, unreliable narrator)

Moonlit by Aki_no_hikari (T, 8k, wangxian, yiling wei sect au, fluff, battle couple, teacher WWX, canon typical violence)

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4. Hi 👋 for the next im in the mood for post, can you please recommend some good possessive wwx fics.

Barefoot Runaway by Itszero (E, 18k, WangXian, A/B/O Dynamics, Alpha WWX, Omega LWJ, Sex Pollen, No Sunshot Campaign, Mpreg, Possessive WWX, Protective WWX, No War AU, Bottom LWJ)

Strange Magic by Sabinasan (T, 18k, WangXian, Cursed WWX, Fluff, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Falling In Love, Cuddling & Snuggling, Possessive WWX, Protective WWX, Sharing a Bed, Sharing Clothes, Non-Sexual Intimacy, Hair Brushing)

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5. Hello mods! Can you reccomend me some good wangxian celebrity au s for the next in the mood for post? Thank you😊

always on my mind series by sami (E, 37k, wangxian, LWJ/others, LWJ & JYL, modern, family, sexual tension, grief, superstar musician LWJ, fluff, children, pregnancy, parenthood)

💖Pop and Prejudice by flowerofgusu (E, 25k, wangxian, modern, famous popstar WWX, music critic LWJ, misunderstandings, pining, falling in love, slow burn, fluff & angst, smut, hurt/comfort)

🧡I Don’t Want to Debut! by countingcr0ws (G, 56k, WangXian, Modern AU, Reality show, Idols, Actor LWJ, Forced Contestant WWX)

Some of You by tangerinechar (M, 60k, wangxian, JC/LXC, JYL/JZX, modern, social media, actor au, pining, fluff, love confessions, matchmaking, light angst)

how to put the entire world in complete chaos, a guide by lan wangji by lanergeges (G, <1k, wangxian, modern, outsider pov, actors, tabloid, fluff, established relationship)

He is Wei Wuxian’s by devinokaze (T, 41k, wangxian, modern, celebrity au, actor WWX, singer/dancer LWJ, social media, entertainment industry, outsider pov, fluff & humor)

life, drama and action by Akai__hana (G; 13k, wangxian, modern, actor au, singer LWJ, actor WWX, social media, fluff & crack, established relationship)

Firework by Aki_no_hikari (G, 4k, wangxian, modern, idols au, bookstore, meet-cute)

live from new york by varnes (E, 87k, wangxian, JYL/JZX, This is a SNL AU, however the juniors are featured and there are lots of shenanigans!, slow burn, friends to lovers, pining, getting together, happy ending)

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6. Can I get some Recs for fics that A) have someone bringing up Lan Qiren’s hypocrisy for the rules? holding grudges, judging someone…etc.. B) Also fics where wangxian get together as teens? Either canon era or modern is fine.

6A)

save a sword, ride a socialist by sysrae (E, 33k, WangXian, Modern with Magic AU, College AU, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Single Parent WWX, Homophobia, LQR's A+ Parenting, Angst with a Happy Endin, gidiots to lovers, car seats as an expression of love, literal plot bunnies, Fluff)

found in translation by sysrae (E, 12k, NieLan, WangXian, Modern with Magic, Modern Cultivators, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Panic Attacks, my extremely justified hatred of LQR, Meddling brothers, Coming Out, Loss of Virginity, Under-negotiated Kink, slight breathplay, Light Dom/sub, Aftercare, Angst with a Happy Ending) These are modern AUs. For canon, just a heads up there is a Lan Qiren Bashing tag/Bad Parent Lan Qiren tag and Lan Sect Bashing tag that the requestor may want to check?

6B)

Straight at the Sun by diamondbruise (E, 33k, WangXian, Canon Universe, no war though, Mutual Pining, Pining while fucking, Misunderstandings, First Time, Anal Sex, Miscommunication, Jealousy, Happy Ending)

Three changes. by orange_crushed (M, 18k, WangXian, Fluff, Hijinks & Shenanigans, Cloud Recesses Study days, Cloud Recesses Shenanigans, Friends to Lovers, Romantic Comedy, Kissing, Fade to Black, Mild Sexual Content, Canon Divergence, No Sunshot No War AU, Falling In Love, Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Hurt/Comfort, Mild Blood, First Time)

Epistolary by beeswaxing (T, 7k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Different First Meeting, Fluff, Mutual Pining, Epistolary, Pre-Canon)

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7. yo know any good crack treated seriously fics

(All previous recs for this ask have been moved to the Crack Treated Seriously Compilation post, all future recs will be moved there too ^^ - Mod C)

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8. hi! first i just wanna say thank yall so much for running this, ive found so many great fics bc of yall!

A) ive been trying to find fics where wwx tells others not to use resentful energy and kinda accidentally snitches on himself in the process? or where hes just like "resentful energy is bad for you. not me tho im lacking a golden core built different"

B) also any fics where resentful energy actually makes wwx stronger (or where it can heal and that kinda thing) or where hes a ghost/undead and just passing as human are appreciated lol (ive read through most of the ghost!wwx tag on ao3, but i know not everything gets tagged so i figured it was worth asking?)

any ideas? and again, tysm and have a nice day!

8B)

Fated Series by LtLJ (G, 31k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Arranged Marriage, Post-Apocalypse, Magical Apocalypse, Hurt/Comfort, Happy Ending, Canon Diverted via Volcano, YL WWX, Badass LWJ)

death either way by thelastdboy (E, 22k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Somebody Lives/Not Everyone Dies, Burial Mounds Settlement Days, POV Alternating, Fix-It of Sorts, Burial Mounds Ensemble as Family, Hurt/Comfort, Heavy Angst, Grief/Mourning, Not Really Character Death, But it's presumed, Protective Siblings, Angst with a Happy Ending, Blood and Injury, Injury Recovery, It Gets Worse Before It Gets Better, Survivor Guilt, Scheming, Rumors, Cultivation Sect Politics, demonic cultivator WQ, Revenge, Found Family)

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9. Would love recs of any fics where the Jiang shidi that got kidnapped by the Wen while practicing archery before the fall of Lotus Pier, lives. Maybe Lotus Pier falls, maybe it doesn't. Maybe he escapes, or is ransomed, or rescued. Maybe they find him during Sunshot forced to act as a servant in a Wen war camp. Maybe they find him in a Wen prison after the war. Maybe a kind Wen smuggles him out. Etc. But the littlest Jiang shidi lives.

Sun Stained Lotus by MidnightLightHowlite (T, 70k, wangxian, YZY&WWX, good parent YZY, angst w/ happy ending, fluff, miscommunication) It's not a main focus of the fic, but for 9 the littlest shidi does survive

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10. Hi. Any recs on Mo Xuanyu-centric or Nie brothers-centric. I am on a kick on these side characters lately @umefurikake

NIE:

The Quiet Room by nirejseki (T, 38k, NMJ/LXC, JGY/LXC, NHS & NJM, LWJ & NMJ, sensory deprivation, partner betrayal, consent issues, manipulation, medical trauma, not LXC friendly, infidelity, gaslighting, mental health issues, willful blindness)

Emotional Support by nirejseki (G, 2k, NMJ & NHS, fix-it)

Once Upon A Time in Qinghe by paranoid_fridge (T, 22k, NMJ & NHS, NMJ & LXC, wangxian, post-canon fix-it, angst, humor)

MXY:

falling like feathers and cherry blossoms by silversshadow (T, 10k, MXY/XY, WWX & XY, WWX & MXY, canon divergence, reincarnation au)

Check #3 of this same post also

Pocketful of Soul by Jenrose (T, 87k, WIP, WangXian, Travel Fix-It, Time Loop, Canon Divergence, It Gets Worse Before It Gets Better, Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, eventually, Bamf MXY, MXY Lives, Genderfluid MXY, MXY Backstory, POV MXY, Canon-Typical Self-Sacrificial Behavior, Found Family, ace MXY, Aegosexual NHS, Genius MXY Genius WWX, Not particularly JGY friendly CQL-based)

born under unlucky stars by RoseThorne (M, 1k, JZX & MXY, JZX & QS, WN & WQ, WWX & WQ, WangXian, Canonical Character Death, Ghosts, Souls, Implied/Referenced Sex, Brotherly Love, Anger, Spells & Enchantments, MXY Deserves Better, Revenge, POV MXY)

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11. Thank you so much for all your hard work!! I'm in the mood for a fic where WWX fully uses his demonic cultivation where the juniors can see. He never really shows them how destructive he can be and I bet at least part of him doesn't want to Bonus points for angst. Thank you!! @kirk-spock-in-the-impala

green flame, black flute, red ribbon by Fleetling (T, 3k, pre-wangxian, LJY pov, BAMF WWX, people will die violently for kidnapping the babies, hurt/comfort)

Talismans by brooklinegirl (E, 10k, WangXian)

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12. hiiii! for the next in the mood for, does anyone have fics where LXC goes to LQR for advice after Guanyin temple? either as an uncle or as a teacher, or both? thanks!

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13. I'm in the mood for a fic where WWX is shy or ashamed about his body or desires for whatever reason.

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14. Hi! For the next iitmf can i get A) some good Lan Wangji/Wen Ning/ Wei WuXian fics and/or B) fics where Lan WangJi was really mean to Wei WuXian before they got together 14B fics will be added to #15 ~Mod L

14A)

Three Men and a Radish by nirejseki (G, 3k, WangXianNing, Canon Divergence, Oblivious WWX, Mutual Pining)

heartstone by deadbeatrefrain (T, 13k, WangXianNing, Post-Canon, Character Study, Pining, Developing Relationship, Anxiety, Unreliable Narrator, Physical Intimacy, acts of service, Junior Quartet, Lán Zhàn's Rabbits, Past Ningxian, Family, gift giving as a love language, Fluff, Angst, implied depression, Hurt/Comfort)

but the spring will come by ectocosme (E, 7k, WangXianNing, Post-Canon, OT3, Fluff, Smut, Threesome, Double penetration)

It's Soft by Petits Pois (letsgogetlost) (G, 1k, wangxianning, pre-poly, established wangxian, quarantine fic, autistic LWJ, anxious WN, adhd WWX)

i didn’t think it could be true (let alone that it would be you) by ryneisaterriblefan (T, 11k, NingWangXian, Mutual Pining, Cuddling & Snuggling, Texting, Drunk LWJ, drunk WN, Pining, Cafes)

The Boat Scene in Yunmeng Definitely Counts as a Date by ChaSeuBao (T, 2k, wangxianning, canon divergence, confessions, polyamory, first date)

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15. hello ♥️ for the next in the mood for post can you give me fic recs where lwj is kinda mean to wwx at first but then he regrets it?? sorry if this is kinda weird and thank you !! 14B fics will be added on this part, too ~Mod L

Say my name and his in the same breath by ataratah (M, 38k, WangXian, Soulmates AU, Soulmate-Identifying Marks, Rejection, Mutual Pining, Found Family Feels, Temporary Character Death, magical baby aquisition, Angst with a Happy Ending, No Golden Core Transfer, Somebody Lives/Not everyone dies, Every woman lives/No woman dies)

the earthquake in the room by phnelt (E, 39k, WangXian, Modern AU, College AU, Canada, Getting Together, Mentions of lwj/others background NieLan, background WQ/MM, inter-faculty romance, Strangers to lovers to frenemies to lovers)

Honesty is the Best Policy (Except if You're an Asshole) by piecrust (E, 22k, WangXian, Modern AU, College AU, Porn with Feelings)

miscommunication)

🧡Life as a House by Terri Botta (Isilwath) (T, 55k, WangXian, Modern AU, Post-Divorce, Father-Son Relationship, Reconciliation, Therapy, Angst with a happy ending)

Regret Blossoms by piecrust (G, 7k, wangxian, hanahaki disease)

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16. hi!! do you know any fics with CEO! lwj and secretary wwx (or even just employee wwx) thank you !! <3

Beautiful mess, a colourful wreck by covalentbonds (Not rated, 12k, wangxian, rule 63, fluff & humor, mild smut, childhood friends, first meetings, evil vending machines)

Work-Life Balance is Not A Thing by catbrainedschemes (E, 17k, wangxian, modern, romantic comedy, oblivious wangxian, eventual smut)

Special Delivery by agustdreams (T, 8k, WIP, WangXian, Modern AU, Rich LWJ, Office AU, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Bickering, Family Drama, Dysfunctional Family, Awkward Flirting, WWX is a little shit, Mail delivery clerk WWX)

Wangxian Corporation by Galexyi (M, 91k, WIP, WangXian, Modern AU, Office AU, Fluff, Romance, Domestic Fluff, Mutual Pining, Getting Together)

Hello, IT. Have You Tried Turning It Off and On Again? by overmountainandmeadow (T, 65k, wangxian, modern, office au, mutual pining, slow burn, mistaken identity)

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If you didn’t get an answer to your ask here, don’t forget to make use of @mdzs-kinkmeme and MDZS KINK MEME on Dreamwidth. Authors actually do use them for ideas. You may get what you order!***Your prompt doesn’t have to be kink! Fluff, crack, whatever - it’s all good!***

Thank you everyone for all the recs!

#wangxian #mdzs #wangxian fic recs #i'm in the mood for a fic #the untamed #wangxian fic search #wangxianficfinder #long post

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can you make one where the reader is a ambitious and smart woman, she knows it would be hard for her as a woman in her situation to get rich without marrying a rich man and she always knew that tommy would achieve great things and become a business man so she promise she will marry him one day and that's exactly what she does. she's younger then him but grew up around the shelby family. from the moment she turns 18 she does her best to make tommy fall in love with her and propose (w/happy ending

Dear Anon,

Thank you for writing. I really struggled with this one (mostly due to current personal issues taking up space in my mind) I can't tell how good it is but I hope that it's what you are looking for! Thank you again for waiting <3

Warnings: Peaky-related violence, hurt feelings, description of not-so-great upbringing

The streets were just like everything else in your life, damp and dirty. You grew up close to the Shelby family, being the same age as Tommy you both fell in despite usually hanging out with different groups of kids.

His parents were very strange, and not very well accepted among the poor working class. Something you didn't understand at the time. They spoke a different langue, and being desperate for any type of affection you would always sit with his Aunt and try to learn just for something to do. Polly wasn't that much older than them, but to you the whole world revolved around her.

His mother died, while your mother left. His father left, and yours never put down the bottle. Essentially you all relied on each other and Polly more than anyone else. The only person accepted into the cloud of anger that surrounded you was Tommy. He was hungry and ambitious, even though no one believed him when he said he would bring the family off these streets, you did. More than anything you wanted a spot next to him, away from the suffering.

There was something about it that made your heart thud in your chest, your eyes go wide as you listened to all of the things he would be willing to do for his family. Things like this did stuff to a young girl's heart and you were no exception. You started to feel comfortable, your time spent riding horses and playing down at the yard, helping with his brothers and sister.

Childhood never lasted very long, it was unavoidable that these times would come to an end. If not by your father shipping you off to boarding school, it was only a handful of years later that the war took the best boys off the streets of Birmingham to throw them into the trenches.

Before the train took you away from your found family that late August, Tommy placed a promise on your finger. He said that by the time you’d come home he’d have built a name for the two of you to share. If you were single he’d marry you. Simple as that, you missed how black and white things were at 15.

Through the war you sent money back to Polly to take care of John's kids, knowing it was just her and Ada handling the responsibilities of a family that size alone, made you long to come home.

You got letters from Tommy, and you tried your best to make it sound like you were doing fine. In reality, you weren’t seeing the war as he was. Only the broken bloody aftermath. Bleeding flesh and screams.

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Eventually, the war came to pass. With the men home, there were women needing midwives everywhere. This gave you an easy opportunity to transfer anywhere you wanted to for training. You didn't need to give it any thought though.

You returned by train, just like he had three months prior. Even if you had not directly touched the charred flesh of war, you could tell by his letters that he wasn't the same boy you left behind.

You weren't the same either. But that didn't mean you didn't want the same thing. Tommy was a warhorse, and you knew that being tied to him would mean a comfortable life, freedom, and it would essentially be like living with your best friend. You just prayed there was some of that friendship left in him.

Polly was the one to collect you bringing you right to the betting shop. You took the space in with the eyes of an adult for the first time. Listening to her prattle on about where you would sleep and the arrangements she’d made.

“You should keep renting your father’s house out. Too many ghosts there for a young lady. Better all around for you to stick close to us.” She gave you a warm smile and pulled you into a tight hug again.

“Who’s this then?” Arthur boomed.

“Burlesque den’s down the street there - love.” John quipped.

“John!” Polly snapped at him but you only laughed as he pulled you into a tight hug. You punched him in the arm and Arthur pulled you into a tight embrace.

Tommy entered the room and you felt your center of gravity shift. He came over and gave you a wordless hug.

“Family meeting needs to start.” He looked around the room and then walked into the back. You responded to Polly’s sour look with wide eyes and a smile.

Some things didn't change.

Tommy had more going on that he was willing to share. A detail that was glaring you in the face throughout the meeting making it challenging to pay attention. You’d never watched him lead the family before, but while everyone was ready to fall into place you could feel that Polly was also stuck on the secrets he was keeping.

“And how can I help?” You finally piped up preventing a fight from starting up.

“Just get settled in” He dismissed. You breathed a sigh in response as Polly lost her patience.

The rest of the evening you watched him observing you in his own way. You were crushed by how strange and twisted his presence felt. It was like looking at a painting of someone. His likeness was captured but not his essence. He wasn't that boy anymore, there was nothing you could do to get his lips to turn up. A heavy sense of dread hung around him only visible in the bags under his eyes.

You assumed he just needed time to adjust. Until the sharp edges of his newly found claws sunk into your plans. Everyone had magically gotten tired at the same time and left to go wash up for bed.

“I want you home. Esme can't be left unattended, and Polly’s been difficult lately.” He said coldly staring into the fire. The weight of his words hit you like lightning.

“I didn't come here to work in a betting shop and babysit.” You said coldly.

“What did you come here for?” His eyes finally met yours, slowly focusing on your face. “To be a part of this family and I -.” He finished before you could speak.

“This isn't a good look for you,” you whispered leaning into his face.

“Look -”

You didn't care what he had to say. You knew him well enough to know that he needed time to think about how he had spoken to you.

Your fists were balled tightly, nasty thoughts started to bite into your bones as you collapsed onto your bed. It distracted you from the pain in your chest. You knew that falling in line was your best shot and winning him over. You thought of the reward that was hanging in the balance, working as a nurse would not provide the life you wanted.

But being bossed around wasn't what you wanted. You and him were always a team, always equal. Eventually, you fell into a painful sleep, filled with the usual unescapable scenes playing over and over in your mind.

You had a choice to make and instead of putting on your best outfit as you had planned, you got dressed in your everyday clothes and headed downstairs to help with breakfast.

“Do you need something to wear? Thought you were going out job hunting?” Polly said putting her cigarette out on an ashtray you had carved for her ages ago. Tommy’s face appeared from behind the newspaper he was reading.

“Figured I’d settle in with you lot for a couple of days first.” Polly gave you a warm smile, while Tommy gave you a subtle nod. You resisted the urge to slap him, and started in on a piece of toast.

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Two days sitting next to Esme you knew exactly why Tommy didn't trust her. She was flighty and stubborn, her own eyes extremely distrusting. But she liked to laugh and drink, and you were very good at both of those things.

Tommy seemed to take little notice of your outfits or the jokes you made. You were invisible to him no matter how hard you tried. You showed off how you had reorganized the place, balanced the books, you even fixed the broken lock on the safe. An impossible task, but you did it. To him, it was as if you were telling him it was supposed to rain all week. Nothing.

It wasn't until his attention was occupied by a blonde barmaid that you realized this was about a lot more than just money. You felt like you had fallen off the side of a building. You made your way down the street to the darkness of your room before falling apart. All the boys you had turned down, all the dances and drinks. All of it because they were fine but they weren't Tommy.

But why you were caught up on Tommy suddenly had a lot more to do with the time you had shared than the money. You would trade all the wealth in the world to have your best friend back. Older, smarter, always looking out for you, keeping you safe, taking the consequences when plans failed. That’s what you wanted. Money provided comfort in the world, but he had provided you safety. Enough safety to feel at home in a broken family, in a nasty world.

You finally realized what you had actually been striving for, and felt your ambition turn into desperation and grief.

You hated your options, you hated the messy feelings attached to everything you did. Staying in the family was still the best option for physical safety and money. Watching him watch the rest of the world would have to be your place moving forward.

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Cold hands pulled you from the darkness. Tommy was above you and you placed a hard slap across his face before processing what was happening.

“The fuck do you want” You hissed, heart hammering.

“What do you need?” You answered immediately.

“Need your help.” His eyes were wide and his face was flushed, despite everything the look on his face was enough to push all of it away. He was scared.

“We’ve been betrayed. Someone let slip - Kimber boys are on the way here”

“Eh, but Esme’s family will help with the beating?” You responded groggily as you tried to string together the limited information you had.

“Nah, Lee boys are still out at Worcester - fucking outnumbered. I don’t know who-”

“Barmaid.” You whispered. “She’s always there when business is on?” You thought over the last few days, she was never far when they were talking about important things.

“I kept a close eye on her - but fuck she could have overheard.” His hands slammed down on your dresser in frustration. Hope blossomed in the pit of your stomach, maybe that was the only reason he was interested in her…

“Look what are you hiding? Tell me and we can sort this.”

“Guns - lots of guns and then-”

“Wait the ones from the paper? You took them- Fucking hell” You realized the weight of what he’d done. You should have pushed him for answers the second you got there.

“Who’s Kimber?- Wait to hell with it rally up some street boys and use the guns?”

“Guns are gone”

“Fuck” You sighed. “Well, rally the boys up anyway - Small Health Rifles haven't lost a fight yet?” You said weakly. He looked at you for a long moment, and you felt panic wash over you. He was always steady, even more so now than before. But right now you could feel the weight of this mess crushing the both of you.

You got out of bed and helped get everyone together, digging up guns from every corner of the house. Ensuring that Ada and the baby were far away from what was going to happen. This time when he gave orders you stood next to him.

You sat with Polly in the kitchen, holding her hand and praying. Two shots and the whole thing was over.

There was only so much day drinking your stomach could handle and you felt yourself relax back at the empty house. Lighting a cigarette and looking out the kitchen window you took a deep breath.

You still had a decision to make. Tommy wouldn't stop here, and this would be a life of complicated and dangerous affairs. You knew that you should go - you heard footsteps and turned around to see him standing in the doorway.

“Thought I’d scared you off.” He breathed, relief washing over him.

“Not yet.” You said quietly.

“I- I’m sorry ‘bout everything. I thought you’d be coming home after all this had cleared up.” He rocked back on his heels looking like a ghost of the boy you once knew. You quickly did the mental math on how many glasses of whiskey he’d knocked back.

“It’s what I expected.” You shrugged at a loss of what to do or say. “You really don't want me to work then?”

He let out a long sigh. “Look if you can give me a year I’ll have it sorted.” He pleaded with you.

“What needs to be sorted? The money is alright and I’m good at what I do.”

“I know what you want and I’d don’t have it yet. But I’m working on it - work for a bit and then things will – ”

“Tommy” You cut him off.

“Just let me fucking explain.” He snapped and you grabbed his hand catching him off guard.

“You're what I wanted.” You whispered looking up into his blue eyes. He let out a breath unsure of what to do. “The whole time. I just wanted to be next to you.” You searched his eyes full of hope. Hope that he saw you as more than an easy arrangement, or a convenient friend. You knew that if this was just platonic -

Your mind stopped as his hand cupped the back of your neck.

“Just me?” He whispered and the hair on your arms stood up as a shiver ran through you. It was too much honesty, too much vulnerability. You gave a nod unable to speak.

“Not much of me left.” He kept up appearances but you felt the pain in his words.

“I could say the same about myself.” His eyes narrowed slightly at you as if trying to see what was out of place. “Guess we’ll have to get to know each other -” But he already knew you, pulling you into a tight grip. Placing his lips on yours. It was feverish and messy, you could feel the life inside him rise to the surface. His hands gripped more than your flesh desperate to grab hold of your heart.

You felt him pull away grabbing your jaw to keep you quiet. The answer to your question was answered by the sounds of Polly cursing and fumbling in the entryway. He nodded towards the stairs and patted you on the bottom. You quickly made your exit realizing he trying to let you handle this on your own terms, that and Polly would probably beat him for advancing on you drunk in the kitchen.

“Where did she sneak off to?” Polly said.

“She’s alright, just tired” He responded easily.

The family all piled in and you spent the night laughing and drinking. Tommy kept you close enough to drive you crazy, but not so much that it was obvious. You watched the victory of the day bring a smile to his face and you were determined to find a way to make everything work.

That night you got into bed and listened waiting for his bedroom door to close. Once he was in bed you would work up the courage to go and talk to him about everything.

The day took its toll on you and you drifted off.

His hand brushed your shoulder and you reached out to grab his neck.

“Just me, love.” He said softly. You relaxed and felt his fingers run through your messy hair.

“Someone hurt you?”

“Lots of things have hurt me.” You breathed relaxing against his touch.

“They have names?” his fingers slid along your cheek.

“All of them had names…. faces, minds, families -” You let your voice trail off. He started to realize what you were talking about. “None of them were you though or the boys.” You shifted onto your side and wrapped your body around him.

“This an invitation?” He mumbled and you wordlessly moved to create space for him to lay down on the small bed. You remembered nights laying next to him trading the fighting at home for the fighting at his house. Your house had the potential of direct conflict with your father, here there were three boys between you and the door.

Now your body was fighting a war between desperation and sleep.

“You don’t sleep well.” He stated.

“No, but neither do you.” You moved to cuddle his arm, placing your head on his shoulder.

“You didn't mention much in your letters?”

“Not a lot of good stuff to mention.” You mumbled trying to avoid the topic right before bed. In time maybe you would talk about it, but you weren't ready yet.

“Hmm. Any men?”

“Thomas Shelby” You mock scolded.

“What! Just want to know if I’ll be beating men off the doorstep every morning.” You knew this light mood was a product of copious amounts of alcohol, but it gave you hope that it was still tucked away in there somewhere.

“Hardly.” You laughed, then sobered up as you realized what he probably meant. “Not a virgin if that’s what you're asking.”

“I’m heartbroken. This whole time I’d saved myself. That silly copper ring didn’t mean much did it.” You lifted your head to look at him in disbelief. You were almost certain that he wasn't even a virgin when you were shipped off to school. “I’m joking, love.”

“Absolute man-whore. I never took the bloody thing off” You pulled the necklace with his ring out from under your nightgown. He fiddled with it watching the street light bounce off of it.

“If you're serious about this and you even have thoughts about sleeping around” You took a deep breath and pinched his jaw bringing his face to yours. “I’ll kill you myself. Your brothers won’t even avenge you.”

“Don’t I know it. Probably have to fight them for the shot.”

You tried to keep a straight face but couldn't hold it together seeing him so carefree.

“That’s it then” you sighed.

“Suppose so.”

“Anything else you want to know?” You questioned.

“Marry me?” He asked in a more serious tone.

“You can’t be serious?” There were a million things about you he would need to figure out. Nightmares, anxiety attacks - the list felt endless.

“Grand proposal and ring will have to wait if that’s what you want.” he interrupted your thoughts.

“It’s not that. Don’t really care about that stuff.” You were trying to figure out how to explain everything without ruining the mood.

“Hmm well, we could go to the Church on the weekend.”

“Tommy there is a lot to know about each other still -”

“I know you're the same girl, same principles, same crazy morals. The rest is irrelevant, have the rest of my life to uncover it.”

“I -”

“Look I’ll wait till you're ready. Just promise me we can give this a shot, eh?”

“Promise.” You leaned into him and pressed a kiss to his lips. He stopped your advances after a few moments.

“You're drunk.” He said trapping your arms to your chest with his embrace.

“Am not!” You said while realizing that he was drunk and that you’d best be stopped.

“Fine, I’m a little drunk. I’d like to remember this.” He placed another heated kiss to your lips before kissing your forehead.

“Love you.” You whispered.

“Love you too.” He responded easily.

Sleeping in his embrace was simple. You woke up twice only to feel his heavy arms pull you back down. Something you would enjoy getting used to.

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Polly notices that she’s always watching Tommy, slightly differently than she used to. So she starts conveniently sending them out together for random things. Soon the whole family is on it trying to get them to spend more time together, hoping that they would get together. They are just happy to be alone so they don't notice at once. Arthur finally starts chewing into him about how he’s leading her on and how he should handle things.

She tells Polly later that night. She came in to bring Polly a mug of herbal tea, sitting on the edge of her bed she tells her.

Everyone was happy, and a wedding was planned.

You gave Polly your makeshift ring before the small ceremony. But when the time came you were surprised to find a new set of gold bands. He put a ring on your finger, Romani words you would have to ask about later pressing into your skin, diamond on top4f of your finger.

Hard times came and went, but even he would admit that the whole lot of it was much easier with you by his side.

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