Margo, Miles, and Gwen's hateration -
Something I noticed about rewatching this scene
Y'all wanna see some REAL hater behavior. Get into this -
The scene starts with Hobie and Gwen happily discussing their anomalies. They're strolling along and joking with each other for the most part
Then, Miles runs into Margo-
Originally, Margo looks genuinely annoyed. But when she sees Miles face, her expression changes instantly.
We see Margo and Miles' Spider senses trigger - which is INTERESTING. As before this moment, Miles sense has not been triggered by anyone else.
Pavitr didn't garner this response. Neither did Hobie, despite Hobie catching Miles off guard. Even when Gwen is standing above Miles, he hears her voice before feeling her there.
Margo is posing no threat to Miles whatsoever, but she's the only new Spider-person who sets of his senses. Maybe it's touch activated - but Margo is an Avatar. Although Miles can touch her, I don't think her Spider-senses would've been triggered by someone new touching her avatar. Since it's technically not 'her' and there's no need. So maybe there's something at play here.
They share the two lines together, and Miles is obviously amused by her joke.
Then the camera cuts to Gwen for the first time -
Suddenly she's like 'actually can we hurry this up?' - What's the rush, Gwen? We JUST got here, girl.
Miles doesn't respond to Gwen, instead continuing to talk to Margo.
Margo explains her situation to Miles, showing him a glimpse of her back home (she didn't have to do that, but she did which was sweet.)
Miles expresses sympathy to Margo. And when we see him, look at Gwen's face:
In this frame, the Go-Home Machine isn't active yet, Gwen is looking at Miles here, and she looks upset.
Girl, all they did was say what's up and explain why she's glowing blue. But, we do see their Spider-senses - which begs the question: Can other Spider-people sense when other Spider-people are sensing something even if they aren't sensing it themselves?
Or basically: Did Gwen know their Spider-senses were going off upon meeting? Maybe so.
But Gwen already seems uncomfortable with their interactions, directly from the beginning.
This doesn't last for long - When the Go-Home Machine is activated, Gwen looks noticeably more happy.
[hiiiiiiiii, Hobie :3]
Now that their interaction is over, Gwen is a lot more at ease. Once Miles and Hobie start discussing the machine at what it does, the expression fades.
It's only when Miles and Margo get close to each other or look each other in the eye that the behavior returns.
UMMMMMMM - Is that some HATERATION???? IN THIS DANCERY????
You pressed and distressed cause my man Miles got RIZZ? Cause he was feeling her? Because Margo is 3008 and you're so 2000-and-late? Hm.
I rest my case.
In short - Margo and Miles is cute or whatever I be shipping it tho. Gwen is clearly being a hater from minute uno. And she needs to collect herself because God don't like ugly.
Miles and Gwen are cute too tho I mean that, but sis this is messy
Anyway here's a photo of Hobie. You're welcome for the photo of Hobie.
Bye.
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Hiiiiiiiii
Idk if you’re comfortable with hurt/comfort, but if you are I got a request for you! Lol
Basically, the idea is headcanons (or writing) of Jafar with an S/O that suffered SEVERE narcissistic abuse, and him quickly dealing just how much damage behaviors like his can cause. Like, he has to calm them down from a ptsd flashback, and they end up saying something about the “mind games” they were always playing, and how they were always on eggshells, and he’s basically over here like “ohhhh fuk…I do that kind of thing to people…”
Ooh some hurt comfort?? Coming right up 👀
I'm by no means an expert on this topic, so I'll stick with headcannons for now, but if you like 'em I'm more than open to writing a full imagine in future!!
Cracks my knuckles
Jafar with an abused S/O~!
Given the way he speaks, I wouldn't be surprised if it was something he said that triggered the unfortunate episode
A nasty, condescending comment about a hobby of yours, a hissing remark correcting your behaviour, or even deliberately misconstruing something you've said -- Incredibly self-serving, of course, but he's a master manipulator, and can very easily play the victim in even the tiniest arguments
Nothing could prepare him, however, for the sudden fit of anxiety and terror his words would induce
He is WOEFULLY uneducated on such things, and would regrettably have absolutely zero clue how to approach the situation -- He'd more than likely just freeze, simply staring down at you as you crumble
Once he's snapped out of his stupor, his first instinct would be to remove himself from the situation
He's clearly upset you, and he'd rather die than debase himself by admitting to his own wrongs. What a PATHETIC move that would be, huh?? (/sar)
Perhaps not the greatest instinct, but he'd give you time to cool off, to return to yourself, before slinking back in to discuss what caused your 'hysteria' (🙄🙄)
Likely with some warm tea to show in the smallest sense that he does actually CARE about you. It's not much, but it might be enough to get you talking
He would have fully intended to make a half-assed attempt at listening, followed by an empty promise to 'do better' and some kisses to top it off, but, in true Jafar fashion, his interest is piqued when you start describing the shit that he is oh so good at
The insufferable superiority complex, the 'do-no-wrong' mentality, the near constant mind games, manipulation and victimisation -- every single experience you describe he resonates with far too much
He hasn't had much experience with guilt, but you're his beloved. He cares about you. The sickly feeling creeps, resting heavier and heavier on his shoulders the more you manage to tell him
Truly an 'ohhhh fuck... I do that shit' moment if there ever was one
It's become second nature to him, almost a survival tactic -- not any excuse for his behaviour, of course, but he rarely gives a second thought to how awful the effects can be
He hates that it was you who had to tell him. He's supposed to be your biggest supporter, not your worst enemy
His illusion of perfection is shattered -- You aren't lucky to be with him, HE'S lucky you've put up with his disposition for as long as you have. He feels terrible.
All at once, you're wrapped up in a hug. Physical touch isn't his forte, but when you're as bad at apologies as he is, sometimes you have to compromise
This may be the first time you've ever heard a genuine 'sorry' from him
He will make an effort. Not to better himself as a whole, hell no, but to be better for you. The last thing he'd want to do is hurt you the way you've been hurt before. That'd be the WORST thing for his overinflated ego.
He's trying <3
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HIIIIIIIII HOW ARE U DOING
I wanted to ask for a pound cake with Mafuyu having an older sister that her mom told her about BUT Mafuyu's mom Oly talked shit about her to Mafuyu like "I don't want you to end up like your older sister" but one day Mafuyu's sister comes home just hang out when she sees that Mafuyu you know Mafuyu when alone like u know emotionless Mafuyu and she (the sister) realizes that she ended up just like her , so when they went to Mafuyu's room and you can decide what happens from here (could also please add reader smacking the living shit out of Mafuyu's Mom Ty 😋😘)
You are free to ignore this obviously But make sure to drink alot of water eat something and get some sleep HAVE A NICE DAY/NIGHT
yay
YOU AND I ARE NOT SO DIFFRENT - mafuyu x reader (platonic)
im so pleased that my pound cake requests have been booming! sorry for all those who have been waiting! i was just getting ready to post them all together!
Mafuyu was the perfect girl.
She was lovely, she was kind. She helped students around the school, her grades were on top, she was the honour student.
Being jealous of her was not un-common, but today, she was feeling a bit upset and jealous of her peers instead.
Mafuyu had gotten a 85% on her maths test while her classmates had gotten 90%.
"What would I tell mother?" She whispered.
"You'll be fine, Asahina!" Her classmates laughed at her, "it's only 85%!"
"Its only 85%..." Mafuyu looked at her pencil, gripping it tightly.
The bell rung, it was time to go home.
"Bye, Asahina!" Mafuyus' classmates said to her, waving while she stood in the class alone.
The silence in the room was loud, it was just Mafuyu and her mind.
"What would I tell mother...I didn't study hard enough..." Mafuyu tightened her stare at the pencil.
"Mafuyu?"
"Huh?"
[name] stood at the door, watching her little sister intently, "you ready to go home? Or do you want to sleep here?"
Mafuyu plastered a smile on her face, "Sorry, I'm ready to go home. Could you wait outside of the campus? I've left my stuff in my homeroom."
"Of course, Mafuyu." [name] said, walking down the stairs.
You were tired, it had been a long day and you just wanted to go somewhere nice and quiet, you hoped that mom wasn't home.
You hoped for both Mafuyu and you.
A ping came from your phone, picking it up gingerly, it was from mother.
'Hello, how was school? Pick up the tofu from the convenience store would you? I brought some. Thank you.'
It was an awkward text, so awkward you would mistake it for two employees working together.
'School was good, thank you. I'll pick it up and buy some snacks.' You texted back, putting your bitterness towards her into the text.
"I'm here," Mafuyu came down the stairs.
"Mafuyu, I'll walk you to the bus stop but I have to go to the convenience store, for mom."
Mafuyu smiled, "Alright. Stay safe."
The pair went to the bus stop, going their separate ways.
Mafuyu made it home, regretting telling her mother she was getting her maths test results back.
"I'm home!" Mafuyu took off her shoes.
"Oh, hello Mafuyu."
Mafuyus mother looked at Mafuyu carefully, looking for a small crack in her persona.
"How was school?"
"Good, mother."
"I'm making [name]s' childhood food, it's congee."
"That sounds great."
Mafuyu's mother looked at her, "say...how was your test?'
Mafuyu gripped her bag tightly, "mother..."
"Yes?"
"I'm-"
Mafuyus mother grabbed her bag gently, practically ripping the bag open. She rummaged through her daughters bag, looking for a sheet of paper with 100% circled.
Instead, she had a 85% in her hand.
"Mafuyu..."
"I'm really sorry-"
Mafuyus mother walked towards her, making Mafuyu stress.
'What is she going to do?'
'Is she going to hit me? Is she going to-'
Instead, Mafuyu's mother hugged her.
"Its okay Mafuyu, just not your fault."
What?
"Mom..?"
"Its okay, mommy's here, don't be sad."
Mafuyu looked at her mother, her eyes wide.
"Its not your fault Mafuyu. It's not yours."
"What do you mean?"
"Its not your fault..." Mafuyus mother looking icily at her.
"Oh its your sisters."
Mafuyu looked wildly at her mother, breaking her persona.
"[name]? What do you mean mom? It's not [name]s fault!"
"That little bug, she's been influencing you."
"Mom?!"
"I refuse to let you end up like your older sister! Not focusing on your studies, huh? Are you too busy playing games?"
Mafuyu took a step back, "No...what?"
"I took her to the expensive tutoring night, I worked hard for you and your sister. [name] was never greatful." Mafuyu's mother looking at her, taking a step forward. "Oh how she begged me to go play with her friends, I wouldn't let her. Studying for a better future is all that she needs.”
Mafuyus mother grabbed onto her shoulders, “You need that too….it’s for you, Mafuyu. Oh dear, you don’t understand…”
Silent was echoed into the room, making Mafuyu's heart break.
"Now...lets eat."
Mafuyu’s heart was stopped at the awkward silence in the room, with her hair falling in front of her face, see seemed more concerned about it than her congee.
Mafuyu’s mother smiled gently at her.
“Darling, stop picking at your food.”
“Yes…I’m sorry.”
She set down her spoon just in time to hear the door open.
“I’m home!” [name] yelled.
Mafuyu’s eyes widened, look at the doorway for your face to come in.
[name] entered the room to be met with Mafuyu’s frantic head shakes and her mother smiling thinly at her, her eyes were cold.
“Hello, darling. Did you pick up what I asked you to?”
[name] ignored Mafuyu’s head shakes to not answer and threw on the table a bag that smelled of soybeans.
“There. Now, I’ll make my own-”
“There’s congee on the stove-“
“…okay.”
[name] did everything to try not and bite at her with words and bit her lip, Mafuyu avoided your gaze, still not speaking.
Soon, it was over. Mafuyu sighs in relief, going back into her room.
“I’ll wash the dishes.” You slapped your hand on the table, grabbing the dishes while not looking at her mother.
“Good girl…” She whispered, not looking at you but at your hand.
[name] washed the dishes while her mother was sitting on the couch.
“I’m going to leave for something. Goodbye.” [name]’s mother grabbed her keys and left, making Mafuyu come out.
Mafuyu sat on the couch, holding a book but not reading it.
You soon came out, taking your gloves off and throwing them into the bin.
“Why the long face?” [name] sneered.
Mafuyu jumped and looked at you, her eyes were dull and she looked…emotionless.
“…how did you deal with it?”
“Huh?”
“…”
[name]’s eyes looked at her emotionless ones. They looked familiar. Too familiar.
‘It’s gotten to her too…’
“What’s gotten to me? Your speaking out loud.” Mafuyu’s voice interrupted you.
“I was speaking…?”
“Yes.”
You looked at her softly, your smile sad.
“You and I…we are not so different.”
[name] sits next to her, her eyes sad.
“The pressure…huh?”
“It’s not the pressure! I’ve told myself that and I believe it! I just…I just don’t know! Do i have to keep up to the standards she sets for me?! Why…?! It’s always the papers…it’s always about something I did! It’s never about me…she doesn’t care…”
You listen, looking straight ahead while she begins to sob.
“I-I’m so tired! I hate this! Why…?!?! Why was I born?!?”
“It’s what she wants…she did that to me too…there really is no escape is there…?”
Mafuyu looks at you, her eyes still watery.
“H-huh?”
Smiling at her with dull eyes, you speak quietly.
“She did that to me too…I was locked in my room at one point…it was before you were born…she was a monster at heart. I didn’t want you. Not because I was jealous, because I didn’t want you to go through what I went through.”
“I was only used for her personal gain, she saw me as a trophy, not as a daughter. As long as she got what i want, I would be…happy.”
“I lost it. I almost ended it. But I needed to make sure you were okay…I couldn’t let her win.” [name] looks at her little sister, putting an arm around her.
“Ahh…sweet sweet mother, hm?”
Mafuyu let’s her tears fall and buries her head into your shoulder, crying.
Wrapping your arms around her, you pat her head. Mother did the same too, when you got a bad test result, she would scold you and make you beg for forgiveness. But only…it was coming from sympathy.
“Don’t let her win, Mafuyu.”
She nods her head into your shoulder, gripping your jacket.
“Promise me…please. Promise me you’ll never, ever, let her win. Live your own life. You can’t let someone who doesn’t even love you control you.”
Mafuyu lifts her head up and tries for a smile.
“…I will. I won’t let her win….!”
“Good.” You smile at her, feeling your chest become more heavy.
[name] gets up and begins walking to her bedroom door, but turns around.
“We could run away.”
“…what?”
Shaking her head, [name] turns around and walks, making Mafuyu confused.
“Nevermind.”
Im so sorry if this is not what you wanted, modyuki, but thank you for your order!!!
POUND CAKE
- any type of sibling love
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Basically every term I do a English assignment
Using the time I was particularly crushed because I WORKED SO FUCKING HARD AND AHHHHH
so
a Romeo and Juliet assignment, we had to write a script in the format of a blog about how your character isn’t responsible for Romeo and Juliets death and point the blame on one or more characters. You film your self. Your allowed to have props and accents and stuff are also allowed
I choose rosaline
I read through the book we were given to find out
How is she realted to Juliet (not sisters, but related)
All the times she’s talked about
she rejected Romeo s she swore a vow of chastity
etc
so I decided in the theme of a blog and I had so much fun writing it, we were shown vids of like parady
so what did I do for this assignment well I
Got dressed up in a button up and stuff
did a valley girl accent and maintained it and the voice the entire time
got some tea cups from the cupboard
tried to do comedic timing
cleaned the table before recording
spent an hour an 30mins getting it done perfectly
made jokes about like “hiiiiiiiii, welcome back to my like Chanel” “xx<3xR0se1liNex<3xx” etc
yeah if I remember correctly all this effort over like a week worth of work resulted in a -C or +C
and as much as I love my friend
I was kinda really jealous that she just spent like 20mins and got an amazing grade
like I’m not as upset now while writing this but like
I’ve burnt myself out before just to get English stuff done and I’ve never gotten a good grade only gotten meh or your expected to be here
like and I’m horrible at creative writing
I’ve cried during one I had to do for an exam once
also I have one coming up possibly tomorrow
upside
one emotional break down to my mum about how I feel constantly stressed and like I’m a failure for not being able to do English when others can and it’s constantly being told to the class that the work I can’t do is “really easy” makes me feel horrible and I dread going to English every day
and now imy mum will finally go talk to school about me doing essential English
Also I’m aware that I’m not able to easily do English as I’m dyslexic
it’s because I’ve been forced to do work that I progessly can’t keep up with more and more, while it’s being drilled in unintentionally that it’s so easy to do and being pep talked out of being allowed to say “im not good at English” is what cuased my mental health to tank
like I’ll sum it up better later
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walking into his room like hiiiiiiiii sirius
pov switch cant have noel having too much thoughts
THAT IS NOT CAT SCRATCHING DOOR SOUNDS BUT ITS SO CUT EOH MY GJFDFHDROIQH3EROIQ3HE31OI
CAT BRINGS EVEYRBDOIY OTGETEHR!! I LOVE CAT
even if it might mean smth bad because black cats are known to be bad luck (even though thats complete and utter bullshit) but its also part of the monsters
EVEYRBODY HAVINBG THE HEART REACITON TO THE KITTY ME TOO ME TOO
noel claire and sirius interactions lets hecking GO
yoiud think sirius would be heartless but nah if the cat must be fed the cat must be fed
OIH NMY GOD THEYA RE EFVRYTHING TMOME
WHY DOES THE CAT LOOK SO CUTE. THEY ALL LOOK SO CUTE. THE WAY NOELS LOOKING AT CLAIRE. THE WAY SIRIUS IS JUST BEIGN PRETTY BOY. THE WAY CLAIRE IS BEING CLAIRE. IM SO FUCKIGNS AD
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA I LOVE THIS CG ITS INSTANTLY ON EOF MY FAVS
thank frick is sirius disliked cats i dont think id ever be able to forgive him
rest in peave books........................ dogs are worse when it comes to organizing maybe sirius should just get a fish or a pet rock like a nerd (affectionate)
SIRUSY CATBOY!! SIRIUS CATBOY!! SIRIUS CATBOY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I NEED TO DRAW THAT SO TRUE CLAIRE
ther sibligns ever...
leaving claire alone with the cat gives me a bad feelin g but alr alr
ITS BEEN DROPPED,,
the flashback though. agh. it makes me wonder if he’ll become more protective over claire
sirius really is the best person to know about this but his mental state is so fragile if its tampered with the wrong way
dead on the floor.
this game is just feeding me so much info and man i am LIVING for it
it took so many loops to get to this point but man its happenign1! real!!
but im just scared that ashe ansd wilardo might do something before then or overhear.d ahghjhhg. the murder is always sudden
LOOK I LOVE SIRIUS AND I KNOW THAT ON IMPULSE THERE IS THE SLIGHTEST HCANCE HE’D KILL FOR DOROTHY BUT HE ALREADY THINKS SHES ALIVE AND SHE WOULDNT BE PROUD OF HIM but also i think like noel said he isnt the type of person to do that at all just. i fjhjkhhgh
they make me so emotional
WHAT. IS. UP. WITH. NOEL. WHY IS HE LIKE THAT WHATS HAPPENING TO HIM I STILL DONT GET IT IT COULD JUST BE STRESS BUT WHAT IF IT IS SOMETHING WORSE
“just like lady dorothy” ouch.
i really wonder whatr hes going to do now,,
claire hows it feel reminding so many people of the dead
rouge looking genuinely slightly worried >>
guess she just got reminded of ashes wish
ashe we can all agree is pthe most desperate one here the death rates literally prove it. idk agh.
so much could be wrong if noel chooses someone that betrays him??
i dont know i dont know HTE THING WITH THIS GAME IS THAT THEY ALL HAVE SNESIBLE WISHES BUT. GHHGHGJGHH
bbbbbbb
babygirl there are so many things wrong with you. please stop
IM GETTING SO UPSET OVER NOEL I REALLY FEEL LIKE ITS GOING TO GET WORS EAND WORSE AND THE FACT HRE WAS JUST THINKING ABT NICHOLAS BEFORE IT UGHKJHGKH
BUT HE NEEDS TO THINK ABOUT THESE THINGS IF HE WANTS TO GET ANYTHING DONE I DONT KNOW his body is destroying itslef even after this will it have a permanent effect
wait if the demon affected him that much of a time ago then why didnt it happen earlier./... why at the worst times
side lime time my beloved
according to the intro she gets a lot more screentime i think? or maybe all the demons do
so hell yea!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
THE MUSIC GOES SO HARD ANFD FOR WHAT
lim e what thwe ruck
okay listen!! i love her!! i think shes a really cool chafractwer and has a nice deisng + personality
but when it comes to this i want to dropkick her to the absolute sun
wilardo being weak to emotions even after all these years. gn.
girl . shut up
at this point youre just reaching in for your own desires you just want someone else to suffer or be like you
ughyejkghgrheghghgh. shes not wrong. but thats because ashe cared so much that he cant move on. hes stuck in denial because he doesnt want to accept it him becoming a demon would be the complete opposite of what his family would want.
but then again it feels like hes thrown that away with all of the things hes done but UGHYGH ITS COMPLICATED
just jfc driving him insane with his own dreams idk man ashe desevres so much better please let him get proper therapy and help hes been so isolated
lime stop self projecting and talkjing to yourself stop catching other people up in your misery i am so done
killing them all
noel would never do that even if he did he’d just feel so much unbearable guilt he’d feel no different than his father
idk idk
i love this game :’D
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(from a.m.) Hiii I'm foreign anon! Thank you for correcting me >__< And for all of the nice coments! Maybe some day I will know English well enough I will write subtitles for Brazilian programs xD But for now I'll just play my games and talk to nice people on the internet :3 And maybe learn another language, I think it's very sad that some languages are in danger like Irish because that also means the culture is changing so much that even language is disappearing right? It must be very upsetting ;__; Also I can imagine beaches must be nice when theyre not crowded like the Brazilian tropical coast, maybe then and without so strong heat I would like them more? We should exchange, you come to the tropics and I go to an Irish beach xD Anyway I hope you are doing alright, I see you had some things in real life but I wish you the best with them! ^____^
OH HIIIIIIIII IT'S GOOD TO SEE YOU OFF ANON
I think talking is always a great use for language :) my Irish has been getting a lot better since I got more motivated to use it haha I've always been a little worried about not knowing it enough, in a way, and that made it way harder for me to practice past the basics, because I'd always jump to English. that's how I pretty much lost touch with both other languages I spoke as a child xD even though I like talking to people, I get a little self-conscious thinking I might offend them with my lack of skill! that's why I think you're very brave to just go out and practice hehe and I can definitely see the results :)
and as for the Irish language in general, yeah, it's really upsetting :( right now part of Ireland is still a colony, and that hurts our culture a whole lot. for a long time even wearing traditional attire was forbidden, and speaking Irish was very forcefully discouraged. since Ireland has some very rich oral tradition, though, that means we lost a lot, because there weren't many written records of our history before the Brits came. it's extremely violent to forbid a community to speak the language of their ancestors, and that has harmed Ireland very deeply. I did some googling/wikipedia-ing and found out Brazil has had a whole lot of that, too, right? I didn't know yous had that many indigenous languages :0 that is so fascinating and we don't really hear about it here in Europe! colonization is really a fucking shame.
oh, also, I really hope you can come to Ireland someday and experience our beaches! there's so much beauty out here, truly. it's way different from what I've seen Brazil is like through my rabbit holes xD but still very beautiful. and likewise I'd love to go there :) now that I think of it, I actually believe my father has a Brazilian friend? or a friend whose parents came from Brazil. I must check with him because I can be pretty forgetful haha but there's actually a pretty big Brazilian community here in Ireland! I've heard some bigger cities even have Brazilian sections at grocery stores.
ah and thank you for the well wishes <3 you're very sweet, friend. I do believe things will get better soon. :) and I hope things are grand for you!
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chapter 3
i've had a red bull (gross), i have 3 hours until im watching pride and prejudice and zombies, lets do this thing
once again jo nesbo cuts from the action because ???
look, i like dramatic retellings as much as the next bitch this wouldn't be a problem if he didn't do it every chapter.
it's the next night apparently
anyways macbeth is relaying the story of how he and duff committed a literal massacre to a very enthralled (and very drunk) SWAT team
take a shot every time angus specifically says "jesus"
he says it a lot, actually, so disregard that unless you want to fucking die
angus is an edgy atheist which is why i think it's funny that he says "jesus" so much.
macbeth is retelling the events to his friends and then seyton shows up
seyton: did you really think duff would care about a bunch of dead bodies? macbeth: sir, this is a chilis.
once again duff portrayed as An Asshole. would be better if he was shown to improve, but alas. we can't have shit in this nameless town
okay another point to nesbo, i like the ping-ponging of the story between macbeth and duff telling it to different parties and both of them LYING
duff's like "hnggg does duncan like me" and duncan's like ":)"
lennox and caithness hiiiiiiii
take a shot every time duff is like "i gotta make linguistics an art" and discusses his word choices to himself
disregard that
cawdor mention hiiiiiiiii
me when i see people from the play: omg hiiiii <3
mention of The Stoke Massacre which does play an important part if you give a shit about this fucking book, which i dont
macbeth: we shot the bitch. but. it wasn't the bitch.
yeah sweno's still alive.
good for him tbh
duncan is COMING for duff's ass fr
it's kind of amusing because duff is such an irredeemable asshole in this book but it also makes me so upset because duff is - thats my boy, okay?
jo nesbo has NEVERRRRRRR engaged critically with this text fr
not to repeat my rant on how macduff is supposed to be a narrative foil and therefore morally superior to macbeth but
even if he wasnt the man has the straightest moral compass in the play. he's fully prepared to beat malcolm's ass and then go save scotland by himself because malcolm's like "i will be a bad king and fuck the entire country up" like the man is so good. how could you do this jo nesbo
duff calls duncan an "arrogant fool"? or is it sweno? unclear
duncan's worried about shit getting stolen out of siezed goods - THEN FIX THAT SHIT??? arent you in CHARGE?
real drinking game take a shot a woman is described as "looking less capable bc ulterior motives (sex) but shes capable tho!" . i do like the part where her whole face sparkles bc of a candle flame because i too like women
lennox is like "hmm today we're gonna casually discriminate against macbeth"
everyone's clowning on duff rn (for good reason though) augh jo nesbo what are you DOING to my BOY
banquo's like "macbethhhh stop lyingggg" and macbeth's like "what are you talking about aha"
LADY MACBETH HIIIIIIIIIIIIII
banquo HATES her thats misogyny actually
duff: i'm going to commit more crimes on duncan's dollar
her name is just. lady. just lady. what in god's name-
her name is GRUOCH
anyways macbeth is a total malewife i think thats cute
first mention of lorreal. oh boy.
LADY MACDUFF HIIIIIIIIIIII
me when women
she's doing her best rn
okay it's now revealed duff and macbeth are fucking lying bc duff shot the bitch wearing sweno's helmet without checking, so macbeth stabbed the other one to hide the evidence
"now i've paid my debt to you, duff." reoccurring motif here that duff and macbeth have Issues.
duff commits crimes and forces an interrogation in a hospital asmr
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Hiiiiiiiii! idk if you're taking requests but if you are, could you write #19 from physical affection prompt list (it's "peppering their face in kisses") for Tommy? PLEASE if you want to 😅 or #5 from the fluff list, whichever you like more 🤔
Both. Both is good ;) Here you are hon. Hope you enjoy x As always, I’ve tagged the prompt lists these were taken from for anyone who wants them :)
Fluff Prompt list: No. 5: ‘Oh, you’re jealous.’ (Tommy Shelby x Reader) & Physical Affection Prompts: No. 19 ‘Peppering their face in kisses’
Masterlist:
Tommy Shelby wasn’t always a patient man. If he wanted something he usually made sure he got it.
Tonight was no different as you stormed up the stairs towards your shared bedroom, Tommy following you with a frustrated expression on his face. It was impressive to be honest. He often found it hard to be mad at you when you looked as beautiful as you did, still dressed in the emerald green gown you’d chosen for the evening’s festivities.
However, the sullen expression on your face was all he could focus on as you marched ahead, continuing the silence you’d been giving him since you’d left the party an hour ago.
“Alright then. Out with it.”
“Out with what?”
“You know what,” he cooed, narrowing his eyes as if to warn you not to play games. “Whatever it is that’s been bothering you since the party. I may need glasses but I’m not blind. I can see you’re upset about something.”
You sighed, ignoring him and choosing instead to make your way over to the vanity in the corner of the room. It was easier to concentrate on releasing your hair from its pins and not on the man stood watching you from the doorway.
As soon as you did, you felt better, the tension easing away from the vice like strain it had put on your scalp.
Beauty really was pain sometimes. Especially when it hadn’t worked as planned, your husband’s eyes still wandering across the room to other women in attendance that night. Or, more precisely, Lizzie.
Now, whilst you actually quite liked her and even considered her a friend to you, you had never been able to shake the suspicion that Tommy’s past with her was just that: the past.
You knew that made you sound crazy. You knew it made you sound like a jealous woman, an irrational one, judging a woman for a life she’d had no choice but to endure as a way to survive… but you were human. You were in love, and you couldn’t help but worry your husband would one day be taken from you, either by a rival businessman, or a rival lover.
“Y/N,” he pleaded, drifting over to stand behind you. His hands were warm and soft as they rose to rest on your shoulders, as if grounding you to him. “Talk to me, eh? I can’t help make it better if I don’t know what it is that’s bothering you.”
“Oh, really, Tommy?”
“Yes.”
“I… I just…”
“Just what?” he coaxed, leaning down to press a kiss to the top of your head. It was as if he knew how to slowly wear your resolve down, letting his soft touch draw out your answer as he continued to pepper kisses down you face, turning his attention to your neck and shoulders.
You couldn’t help the moan that escaped your lips. “You play dirty, Tommy Shelby.”
“And what of it, Mrs Shelby?” he chuckled, eyes twinkling with mischief as he looked up meet your gaze in the mirror. The sight waiting was a debauched one, with your face flushed and chest heaving against your dress as his hands trailed up and down your skin. “You haven’t complained before.”
“That was before.”
“Before what?”
“Before I noticed that this is your way of distracting me. Manipulating me. Making me do or agree to whatever it is you want.”
“I wouldn’t dream of it,” Tommy scoffed, pausing his ministrations to gently turn you so that you were now facing him. It was harder to ignore the desire in his eyes now, even more so as he dropped to his knees and stared up at you. “I just want you to be happy, Y/N. As happy as you make me every time I look at you and realise that I get to call you my wife.”
The words made you sigh, your heart fluttering in response. Damn it. He knew exactly what to say. He always had. After all, he got you to agree to marry him, didn’t he?
As if reminding you of that fact, you felt his hands take yours, his fingers gently toying with the gold band that sat on yours.
“Then why do you do it, Tommy?”
“Do what?”
“Never look at me when we’re in public,” you whispered guiltily, as if embarrassed by your own insecurities. “You always disappear and talk to every other woman but me. It’s embarrassing. It’s like you’re bored by me.”
“Hey,” he warned, lifting a hand to your chin and making your eyes lock with his. “That’s not true. I could never get bored of you, Y/N. You know that. I love you more than I can ever say and I wish I knew how to make you understand that. If I’m talking to other women then it’s usually because it’s part of the business or some posh bastard has pushed her in my face.”
“So, what’s your excuse for Lizzie then?”
Tommy froze.
You watched as his features relaxed now that the heart of the matter had been established. You also watched the way his lips began to twitch, as if withholding the urge to smile.
“Lizzie?” he repeated, a small laugh escaping him. “Oh, you’re jealous? That’s what this is about? The fact I spoke with Lizzie?”
“And danced with her. Three times, so don’t fucking laugh at me.”
“I’m not.”
“You are!” you snapped, pushing his hands off of you and attempting to turn back around. But Tommy was quick. Quicker than you gave credit for as he held you in place, his hands planted to the silk fabric covering your thighs. His grip was gentle though, if not firm.
“I’m not,” he repeated softly, shaking his head. “I just think it’s flattering.”
“What is?”
“That you get jealous of me and Lizzie. I didn’t know you felt that way. As I told you, she’s just a friend. You’re my wife. You have nothing to worry about.”
“I know,” you conceded, taking a deep breath. You let his words linger between you, as if trying to absorb them so that they’d stick. “It’s just … I feel like you’ll get bored of me one day. I’m not dangerous or exciting like most of those women. I’m not from their worlds. I know you all think I’m naive and soft-“
“You know what I think? I think you’re wonderful,” Tommy purred, cutting you off before you could plummet further into your insecurities, just as you did for him when he was about to do the same. “I think you’re smart. Kind. Brave. Possibly insane for loving a mess of a man like me.”
You giggled as between each word he pressed a kiss to a different place on your face. If he’d been wearing rouge on his lips, he would have stained you in a wash of red kisses.
“I also think you’re compassionate. A perfect wife. A loyal companion and business partner. And hopefully, one day, you’ll be the mother of our children, too.”
The thought sent shivers of desire running through you, melting any final concerns from your soul as you allowed him to worship you.
“I want that, Tommy. More than anything.”
“Then trust me,” he instructed, hands sliding temptingly up your body and pulling you into his lap. You knew exactly where he was taking this and you were more than willing to follow. “Can I take you to bed, wife of mine?”
You nodded. “You can take me anywhere, Tommy. As long as we’re together… but bed sounds like a good place to start. How else are we going to have those children?”
Tommy didn’t need telling twice. You were in his arms and being carried towards your bed before you even had time to blink. Oh, it was going to be a great night after all.
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HIIIIIIIII!!!!! I was wondering if you could do a Ronnie Kray x Reader, where the reader goes to the club after a bad day and Ron just lets her sit in his lap and holds her and everyone’s surprised, even Reggie cause Ron never told him about reader? If it doesn’t work or you’re busy, I totally understand, just wanted to throw that out there!! Hope you’re having a fantastic week!! ❤️ — ANONYMOUS
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“You can’t be serious?” Your question was breathy, directed toward your boss — ex-boss. “I’ve been here for two years.” The floor beneath your torn shoes was cold. You felt as if you could feel the iciness through the broken bottoms of your sneakers. You stood still as the man’s green eyes raked along your form, studying your appearance. You didn’t own the nicest clothes and you didn’t exactly have time to do much else to your hair apart from a messy bun. “Please, I can’t lose this job.” On top of the counter sat a mountain of unwrapped bread, ready to be properly stored away in its appropriate position. It was your next task. “You don’t dress the part, Y/N and you’ve been late this past week.” He uttered, staring down at the clipboard he held in his hand. “I’m sorry, but we’ve got other people who I’m sure will open on time and come in looking a bit more.. classy?” He moved to step around you, but your small hand fisted in his grey shirt, gripping the sleeve. “Wait, please. I’ve just moved across town, there’s so much traffic, I can’t help that.” The clothing part wasn’t your fault. You didn’t come from a rich family so it was difficult to afford new things.
“You’d find a way to make it here on time if this job was really important to you. Get the hell out. I don’t want anymore excuses.” His green eyes had never been colder as they darted between your own. He didn’t even give you a chance to respond before he physically pushed you toward the exit and out the door. The bell sounded, loud and alerting every customer in the store. Nobody said or did anything as you tumbled out and into the rain. Within seconds you were soaked. The harsh raindrops hit your skin relentlessly. It felt like needles. It was freezing out and since you were in your short sleeved top and an old skirt that no longer really fit you, that didn’t provide you with much warmth. Your hands fell to your sides, angrily pulling the fabric of your skirt down and into it’s appropriate position. It stayed in place for a moment before gliding back up and along your thighs.
You set off in the direction of the only place you ever felt any sense of comfort. You weren’t usually allowed in unless it was after hours and nobody else was around except for the man who was constantly seeking your attention. He’d made the rules very clear. You don’t come around unless the open sign that hung out front was switched off. Today you didn’t care. You’d just been fired and told that you weren’t efficient with your skill to tell time and your clothing wasn’t good enough. You felt as if you’d been insulted and beaten, but it was just because of how sensitive you were. Your clothing was drenched, clinging to every crevice of your body as you made your way along the empty pavement. Every few minutes someone would rush out of their home, umbrella clutched in their hand to protect their recently done hair from the rain’s ability to wreck it, and then scramble into their car. You didn’t have an umbrella and you sure as hell didn’t have a car.
The building at the end of the road was a club. It belonged to Reggie and Ron Kray. You couldn’t remember anymore how you and Ron had even come to be more than acquaintances, but you had. He was the only person that made you feel like you weren’t worthless. You knew, after he got over the anger of you coming to see him when the sun was out, that he’d tell you your job was pointless anyway. The pay wasn’t worth the harsh words your boss spat at you and if you really needed some sort of income, Ron would be there to help you out and maybe even offer you a job.
He loved you. He’d never said and would never say it, but he did. You could see the way his dilated pupils seemed to darken with a twinkle when he looked toward you. He wore a hard expression every second of everyday. You’d think the man was incapable of loving if you didn’t know him. Ron Kray, as terrifying as most people found him, was actually just your big teddy bear. In secrecy. You loved him too and you definitely didn’t need to verbally announce that. He knew it from the second the two of you had kissed. A kiss that did all the talking and said all the words that needed to be said.
Despite the fact that you both had serious feelings for one another, it would never work out. He was a dangerous man, and being with a gangster meant your life would be in danger and he would never risk that. It was why he’d made sure you understood that this.. thing was nothing more than just two people messing around. Since you were aware of his feelings, it was why you knew you could go to him since you were upset. If you meant nothing to him then he wouldn’t spend night after night, showing up at your house to share your bed. Most times it was for sex at first, but then he’d lay by your side and brush your locks away from your face, studying the peaceful expression that graced your features as you slept soundlessly. He’d admire his works, hickeys scattered along your neck and chest, staining you as his and his only. Yes, Ron Kray was more than just a one-night stand. Much much more than that. One day you’d be able to physically announce that, but only when you were sure that he wouldn’t push you away. You couldn’t handle any more rejection. Not in this lifetime.
Down the road, at the end of the street, the club sat. The word open was illuminated and you could hear music vibrating from the inside. It wasn’t as loud as usual, but it was raining and it was early. Most people that showed up at this time were regulars and they were just their for the alcohol, not the dancers or the music or the conversation. Just the liquor.
“Now you’re not playing fair, mate.” Reggie sighed heavily, his breathy exhale visible as a cloud of smoke accompanied his words. He lowered the cigarette that was pinched between two of his fingers, wobbling dangerously as he stared down at the cards in his other hand. His eyes were darkened with frustration because he was losing. Ron always managed to somehow flick through the cards when Reggie wasn’t looking and somehow miraculously take the lead. The lopsided smirk on Ron’s lips was enough confirmation for Reggie. His brother was definitely cheating, he just wasn’t sure how. “Wouldn’t be very fun to play if I were cheating, now would it, Reg?” The cluttered table shook beneath the heavy force of Reggie’s hands slapping the surface when Ron once again tossed a King down in the center. Empty beer bottles toppled over and cards that had already been discarded lifted with the gust of air that Reggie created. He rose, ready to shout, but the door to the club opened and the men turned their heads toward the intruder. They were open, but nobody had really come down here due to the weather. Reggie calmed instantly when he saw you.
You weren’t close to Reggie — but you knew him well enough to smile. The few times that you and Ron had been nearly caught in the midst of getting carried away, it had been by Reggie. The room was quiet then, the men who surrounded the twins were stuck staring at you. None of them really knew who you were. You weren’t business so they had no need knowing. “I’ll get rid of her boss-“ One of the the lads spoke up, but when Ron lifted his hand to cease any further movements, he was given a look of confusion from all men in the room, including his brother. Ron was staring at you, scrutinizing your expression intensely. You didn’t back away from his hard stare, you simply took a step forward, nearing the crowded table. Apart from the Krays and their posse, there were only a few gents at the bar, hunched over no doubt from the night before, sleeping off their headaches and intake of alcohol.
Reggie was eyeing you with a mild look of confusion. You were just the gal that worked down the road at the bakery. On occasion, he or Ron would stop by and order a few things for their mother, but that was the only time he saw you. Ron on the other hand, well, he stopped by for more than just the oven-baked treats. The floor beneath your sneakers was sticky and when you were close enough to reach the man in glasses who hadn’t torn his eyes away from you since you’d stepped foot in the club, he grabbed ahold of your arm. It wasn’t a harsh touch, just a firm one. His knees cracked as he stood. Beneath his thigh sat another entire deck of cards and Reggie, though he was curious as to why his brother was touching you, was shocked as Ron’s first secret was revealed. “Fucking cheeky bastard,” Reggie pointed toward the second deck. “right, you are a cheater.” Reggie’s words hit deaf ears. Ron read you like a book, enraptured in the sadness that floated in your gaze. It embarrassed you. How easily he could see through you.
All at once a wave of emotion flooded through you. Your glistening eyes filled with tears in seconds and after a few blinks, the salty droplets escaped. They didn’t get very far before Ron pulled you into his chest and guided your face into the fabric of his shirt. Your tears were absorbed by the soft cloth and the shakes and trembles that were growing more apparent were soothed by his fingers which ran along the back of your neck and through your hair. His lips moved to your ear, not daring to speak loud enough to where anyone else could hear. He was very aware of the silent men, all holding their breaths and not daring to budge for they were attempting to hear what Ron Kray had to say.
“Why’re you crying?” His voice was harsh and low, almost inaudible, but you’d heard him. You were tempted to speak against his body, but you knew the muffled words would irritate him if he didn’t hear you clearly the first time. Beating around the bush wouldn’t work either. If Ron was asking a question, he expected an answer, a simple one. You drew back and looked up at him, wet lashes fluttering as you lifted your hand to wipe at your red-rimmed eyes. “I lost my job.” You whispered breathily. You didn’t offer any further explanation and he didn’t pry it out of you. His hand slunk away from your neck and instead down to your back, dragging you further into his body. He could console you, whisper sweet little nothings against your ear and assure you that things would eventually get better, but he merely grunted in understanding. His fingers fell away from you so he could adjust his trousers, properly situating them on his waist before he lowered himself back down and on to the chair.
His finger lifted to usher you toward him, but his eyes were on Reggie’s. “Let’s finish this fucking game, Reg. I’m not cheating.” The man grumbled. You shyly stepped up to his side, unsure of where exactly he meant for you to go, but when he spread his legs a little further and ushered for you to sit down, you were sure you resembled a ripe tomato. Lowering yourself down and on to his lap, your fingers slid to his outer thighs, lazily brushing along them. You’d been in this position many times before, but it was never for a simple seat. You bit your cheek at your thoughts before closing your eyes and laying your head down on your folded arms. Leave it to Ron Kray to be able to fill your head with filthy thoughts without even doing anything. The man smirked. He loved the affect he had over you.
The twins continued to chat, neither of them bringing up the fact that Ron now had you sat upon his thighs. Reggie didn’t even bother pointing out that his brother was a sore sport for playing unfairly. He was too focused on the fact that Ron was holding you. There was a silent question in Reggie’s eyes, but neither of them addressed it. You shifted quietly, your eyes heavy from crying. You could hear the soft flicking from the cards when one of them would toss one down on the table. Reggie was winning now since Ron was unable to cheat. “I won, fair and square, mate.” Reggie announced, setting his deck down face up for all in the room to see. You lifted your head when Ron grasped ahold of your waist so he could hunch over and peer down at his brother’s winning hand. “I had you at the beginning.” Ron grumbled before dropping his hand of cards.
“You only had me cause you fucking cheated, yeah?” Reggie ushered toward the deck which still sat on the chair beneath Ron. His eyebrows lifted and several lines made themselves apparent across his forehead. “See that,” He ushered toward the deck. “that’s karma, innit?” Ron crinkled his nose before burying his hand in his pocket and dragging out some money. Tossing it across the table and toward his brother, he leaned back in his chair with a grumble of distaste. You were stiff on his lap, unsure of what exactly was.. welcomed. Could you lay your head on his shoulder and embrace him the way that you desperately wanted to, or were you meant to remain rigid, the only contact between your body and his being your ass on his thighs?
“Right then,” Ron spoke. “new game, someone else can take my place.” Reggie lifted his eyes to the pair of you, eyeing you under an inquisitive stare before he slid the cards toward Alfie. “Shuffle those, will you?” You didn’t dare look at Ron, not even when he placed his heavy hand on your thigh. The cool lining of his rings brushed along your bare leg and the cool temperature summoned goosebumps. Laying your small hands on your knees to provide some amount of warmth, you shyly turned your head toward his own, peering at him. He lifted his brows before moving his hand along your leg. Your hand ceased his large one when his fingertips grazed the edge of your skirt, daring to go further. You shook your head softly, eyes pleading. He obliged. If you wouldn’t have had a bad day though, he would’ve had his hand buried between your thighs. Looking back to the men, Ron barked loudly at the few who were staring. “Right, you lads seem to have a staring problem.” He grunted before beginning to rise. “I’m just gonna take her to the back so you boys stay in here.”
The man’s knuckles popped as he pressed on them. Finishing off the liquor on the table, he set his hand on your back and ushered you toward the door. “Go on.” He muttered. You didn’t hesitate. The floorboards beneath you continued to cling to your shoes, trying to halt you, but it didn’t do much other than create a squelching sound. Vanishing into the other half of the club, you heaved a gentle sigh of relief at the empty room. You just wanted to be alone with Ron anyway, so this was nice. Booths were scattered around and a bottle of wine rested on each table. This section of the club was only opened on busy nights, so thankfully, it probably wouldn’t be too lively due to the weather.
Ron set his glass down on the table before looking to his brother. “You know you’ve got a staring problem, haven’t you?” Reggie grunted lowly at Ron’s question before speaking up himself. His eyes fell to the cards in his hands. “What are you doing messing around with the lass? That’s the little baker from down the street, innit? You’re going to stir up a lot of problems, you know that, don’t you?” Ron exhaled in amusement. “Mh, tell me when trouble comes knocking, will you?” Looking toward the door, he adjusted his glasses before slipping through the gents and making his way toward the area where you were.
You’d sat yourself down at one of the booths, legs crossed and eyes low, fixated on your fiddling fingers. Ron released a noisy grumble as he lowered himself down at your side. Your bun was wet and loose and your clothes were stuck to your body. Ron’s suit was black so the outline of your wet form wasn’t visible from where you’d been sitting on him. He didn’t say anything as he pulled off his jacket and draped it over your shoulders, but you knew he was doing his best to comfort you in the most nonchalant way. Your head turned toward his own, corners of your lips twitching upward. “Thank you.” You whispered softly. He didn’t offer a reply. He studied you though and that was all you could ask for. Most times he didn’t even look at people when conversing, so it meant a lot to you when he held eye contact.
“Do you really care that you lost your job?” He pressed a little now that the pair of you had a little privacy. His hand lifted to the frame of his glasses, pinching the lens briefly so he could adjust them. You shook your head. The man nodded once. “Well, I don’t know much about women, but you don’t cry for no reason, do you?” A small smile tickled your lips. Tucking your hands away beneath the table and in your lap, you leaned toward him. “If we bottle up our emotions we do, but that goes for men and women.” Your hand lifted to his cheek, stroking the smooth surface. Ron didn’t pull away from the tender touch. “Right.. why are you crying then if it’s not because you lost your job?” His dark eyes scanned your features, searching for any sign that you were about to lie to him, but he saw none. You were being truthful.
“My boss said I was showing up late too much and my clothing is..” You looked toward your attire. “Not exactly ideal.” Setting your hands on the table now, you stared down at your chipped nails. Ah, so it was the words that were said, not the job itself. “It’s a bakery.. and he expects me to wear a fancy blouse and a beautiful skirt, but I can’t afford that.. not even with the job.. the pay isn’t that amazing.” Ron slowly moved his hand to your back. “Yeah and what does that say, love? The job’s useless.” His fingers slid along the jacket of his you wore. He made a silent promise to himself that he’d buy you whatever the hell you wanted. He knew you’d never ask him, so he’d do it without request. “Things will get better.” He assured you before leaning in, ready to seal his words with a kiss. His lips were inches from your own and you couldn’t help the smile that pulled at your lips. Ron never kissed you unless it was because he was carried away during sex. Kissing seemed more passionate than sex in a way so when he lifted his free hand to your chin and tilted your head toward yours, your lungs deflated and your heart felt like it was running a race, hammering wildly against your ribs. His mouth fit so nicely against your own, you wondered if the pair of you were carved perfectly to mold together. His hand hooked beneath your thigh and you didn’t have much say when he smoothly lifted you into his lap. It was very comfortable, but even more so since the two of you were alone.
“I’m sorry I barged in.. I know you told me not to come to the club when others are around.” You whispered breathily against his lips before beginning to pull back. The man halted you from moving any further. A low sound of disapproval left his lips, disappointed that you hadn’t listened, but he shook his head at your silly apology. “You had a good reason.” His lips pressed together. “And now you can come whenever you’d like... so long as it’s not busy, I don’t want everyone in the fucking area to know that you’re with me.” His words caught you off guard, but you didn’t show your excitement. You simply nodded, biting back your smile so you could instead lean in and kiss him once more.
You didn’t believe in soulmates. But you did believe that Ron Kray was meant to be with you. No man had ever made you feel the way Ron did. He was so different than anyone you’d ever been with and he made you the happiest. Course, you were his little secret.. apart from Reggie and the other men that filled the club, but you liked the privacy and the fact that you had him all to yourself. Ron wasn’t good with words, but he was good at kissing away the annoying feelings that scattered throughout your chest. Your arms wound around his shoulders and your lips moved in time with his own. One day, whether it was was tomorrow or next week or even next month, one day, you would tell the gangster in your arms how much he really meant to you and you’d voice that you wanted him all to yourself, but for now, you were happy with just being his little secret.
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A kick is a wish your heart makes
A drabble totally not inspired by my friends getting death threats and rude comments thrown their way. It went a different way Q but I hope you still like it @mobsterlena
Lena was used to receiving rude comments, she was a Luthor after all and most of them she could take with a grain of salt but then came the death threats. It was bad and if their atrocious grammar and spelling mistakes weren’t enough then Lena had to be subjected to a spam of them, practically every alert she received was yet another harsh message and she shouldn’t have let it bother her but everything was getting so overwhelming.
So that was how Kara had walked into her girlfriend’s office armed with her favourite sugary treats and a kale and avocado salad for Lena - because despite Kara making numerous slideshows about the joys of a sprinkle donut she could not get her girlfriend to indulge in the treats very often - to see Lena sobbing over her laptop.
Kara was instantly by her side, gasping as Lena all but fell into her arms and proceeded to sob as she curled herself into Kara’s embrace. Flooded with concern Kara scooped Lena up and effortlessly guided her to the couch, readjusting as she sat them down so that Lena could lay her head in Kara’s lap as strong fingers ran through her long tresses, gently shushing her as Lena started to calm. When Lena eventually stopped crying she started to spring up apologising as she wiped her eyes with a frustrated sigh only to be cut off with a kiss. Kara pulled back with a smile, brushing a lock of hair behind Lena’s ear before speaking in that calming yet firm tone that Lena knew all too well.
“Lena, don’t. You are allowed to cry, you are allowed to feel. It’s just me here and I’m not going anywhere, ever. So please talk to me, so that I can help you.”
“What are you going to do? Fling everyone who’s ever said a bad word to me into space?” Lena laughs attempting to brush it off but Kara looks completely serious.
“If I have to.”
Lena’s eyes widen as she takes in the solemn tone and the way Kara’s arms flex and tighten their hold around her.
“k-k-kara you don’t have to do that, I’m just being silly.”
Kara’s hand moves to squeeze Lena’s careful of the pressure as she uses her thumb to trace patterns over the back of Lena’s palm.
“How you feel is not silly Lee, especially not if it’s upsetting you. If you don’t want to tell me I respect that and I’m here for you, always.”
Lost for words Lena leans forward capturing Kara’s lips in a soft kiss, pouring the emotions she’s tried to hide into the embrace. When they eventually pull back Kara rests her forehead against Lena’s and it takes everything that Lena has not to cry again.
“I got another message today, what they said...it just cut a little close to home but I’m fine.”
Kara doesn’t say anything for a whole minute but Lena can tell by the steely glint in her eyes that Kara is trying to keep her anger in check. Kara is up in a flash, almost causing Lena to tumble to the ground with how abrupt she is. There’s a whoosh and then Kara is marching them onto the balcony, Lena’s purse and her laptop secured in one arm as she sweeps Lena into her arms and take off without a word. She doesn’t speak until they reach the DEO and it’s only to check if Lena is okay and then she’s back to angrily marching into the base with Lena rushing after her.
“Kara?” Alex spots them as soon as Kara stomps through the door, her eyebrows raising up when she sees Lena shuffling behind her like a lost puppy. Taking one look at her sister Alex can see the tension rolling off of her in waves.
“Did it happen again?”
Kara stills, turning to share a look with Alex. Lena watches as they have a silent conversation and then Alex is nodding and prising the laptop from Kara’s grip.
“Your room is open, go and cool off. I’ll come find you if there are any updates.” Alex kisses Kara’s forehead and gently shoves her in the opposite direction, when Kara glances at Lena hesitating Alex sighs and wraps an arm around Lena’s should protectively. “I’ll be with Lena the whole time Kara, nothing bad is going to happen - now go.”
Lena smiles as Kara nods whispering that she won’t be long before disappearing round the corner. Alex bumps Lena’s shoulder, walking them over to Winn’s desk.
“Time to show us what you’ve got Winny boy.”
After a lot of bickering over who could hack better Winn and Lena had made quite the team. Lena had only taken a break to sign some form that J’onn had shoved under her nose and then he’d left them to it. Alex had gone out for lunch and then she’d checked up on Kara who had broken a lot of cement blocks but was otherwise fine.
“Are you nerds any closer to finding out who’s been sending those messages?”
Alex had expected a response when she’d entered the room but instead she found Winn and Lena hooked up to the main frame, playing Mario Karts of all games. Winn was hunched over trying to get closer as he furiously slammed buttons on his controller whilst Lena sat cross-legged, one hand lazily pressing on her own controller whilst she used the other to finish eating her salad.
“I swear if you hit me with another fucking toadstool I’ll-”
Alex observes how Lena smirks, pressing a few buttons and then Winn is swearing and Lena is exclaiming in victory.
“Take that Schott!”
“You totally cheated!” Winn pouts throwing his hands up as Lena smiles more.
“Did not.”
“Did too.”
“Just accept the fact you lost to a superior opponent.” Lena’s voice is teasing and Alex can’t help but chuckle when Winn pouts more muttering under his breath as Lena laughs but then she remembers why she came in and she’s walking over to them with her hands on her hips.
Neither notice as they continue to squabble as Alex rubs her temple looking back and forth between the pair. It’s a smack to the back of their heads that gets their attention. Both turning round to stare up at Alex with matching guilty expressions.
It’s Winn that speaks first, trying to inconspicuously hide their controllers. “oh hiiiiiiiii Alex,”
“What do you two idiots think you’re doing?”
Lena bites her lip as Winn visibly shrinks under Alex’s intense stare.
“We were just-”
“Save it. I saw Lena crushing you so you can spare me the excuses. Just show me what you’ve found.”
“Okay first; she did not crush me because she totally cheated so we will be having a rematch-”
Winn starts to explain but is cut off when Lena snorts, shoving him out of the way as she grabs her laptop to show Alex.
“Finding the IP address was all too easy, especially when the dumbass sending me death threats decides to use a deo owned device.”
Alex should have known, her fist clenching as Lena casually explains without so much as an angry frown.
“Does Kara know?”
“She found him two minutes ago and is bringing him back as we speak. She should be here in 3, 2...” Lena trails off just as Kara comes crashing through the door dragging a squealing Mon-El across the floor.
Alex can see the Daxamite already has bruises forming and is feebly trying to tear Kara’s arm away which only causes her to snarl before slamming him against the wall, making sure to use extra force as he winces in pain.
“Kara please!”
SLAM
“Let me go!” He whines and then Kara is flinging him across the room, laughing as he slumps against the wall with a loud thud. He groans in pain, trying to shuffle back as Kara stalks over to him. Lena and Alex are up in an instant as Winn silently leaves the room. Kara turns to her girlfriend with a smile.
“You want to get a punch in babe?”
“With pleasure but maybe Alex should have a turn first.” Lena grins, stepping back just as Alex moves forward a truly victorious grin on her face as she comes into view.
They can see his lip quivering and his whole body shaking as Alex leans down to whisper something in Mon-El’s ear. He actually screams right as Alex brings her foot down on his right leg.
When J’onn finds them all moments later, with Kara holding Mon-El up like a sparring pad as Alex and Lena take turns to punch him he says nothing, smiling proudly as he watches his adoptive children do exactly what he taught them to do.
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12.13.17; 8:52
Hiiiiiiiii so I took the morning off today and decided I wanna sleep more and eat more and dye my hair and just do much more thingssss
I'm going to be honest, recently I haven't been eating properly recently, and normally I would feel so anxious about that but now that I'm so busy, it just feels like drinking and eating is such a waste of time.
Yesterday, after a lot of attempts of forcing myself to sleep, I ended up looking for more information about Bipolar II disorder, just to kind of see more symptoms and so I can kind of see how I got diagnosed with the disorder.
And the information that I found gave a tip to stay emotionally stable:
1. Stay properly medicated. (I have not done this yet.)
2. Get 8-9 hours of sleep everyday.
3. Eat properly.
4. Exercise everyday.
And I thought to myself, HOW CAN I POSSIBLY GET ALL OF THAT DONEEE
recently I have been trying to eat properly as much as I can, and exercise everyday, but I'm having trouble of the sleep department.
I guess it also helps that I write on here just to kinda keep myself tracked. Usually I write here when I'm super hyper and happy because I've come to not have a good relationship with the things I've written when I'm upset.
BUT THE PERSON ALSO SAID (as an advice since it works for her) to try and make a schedule for everything.
Which I think is super nice to do. I've always wanted to do it but felt like its a waste of time mostly, so yeah, today I'm going to be doing that.
SOOOOOO NATHALIE WHAT DO WE HAVE TO ACCOMPLISH TODAY?
1. Go to the bank for my ATM card, leave the house before 9:30
2. Dye hair.
3. Work out.
4. Shower.
5. Try to nap more.
6. Teach again at night.
I feel likeeee starting tomorrow I'm also gonna want to set a schedule to write at least one entry on here every single day. I'm feeling pretty positive about this "tiny project" of mine, and I've also been reading about self-care a lot.
And the other day, Fabian sent me these inspirational videos that I really enjoyed watching, but one video really caught my attention, and I think it was entitled: Why is it okay to be selfish
and that really hit me, and I'm saying I'm super selfless and all that, because I really do feel like I'm one of the most selfish people in the planet, BUT IT MADE ME REALIZE ONE THING:
I am not taking care of myself properly. I need to take a seat and think how I can manage my life better.
So yeah, that's what my agenda is today. I hope I can write more today, but if for some reason I don't, I will tell you all my stories for today on tomorrow's post!
See yah~*
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