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unhonest-iago · 6 months

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~Act IV~

From the DMV, the duo came across the abandoned car. Techno quickly collecting evidence while Fundy goofed off. Techno quirked an eyebrow in confusion seeing the fox panic. The car belonged to Tundra town's big crime boss Quackity. 'Quackity, this is a simple-' Fundy paused, seeing the duck hybrid push out his hand, expecting a kiss. The fox moving swiftly to complete the task, nerves not lessening in the slightest. Techno eyes narrowing, following the movement. 'This is a simple misunderstanding'

'You come here unannounced on the day I’m to be wed' Quackity spoke with a slow pace. 'Well actually we were brought here against our will so...' Fundy let out an awkward chuckle, curling in on himself. 'Point is I-I didn't know it was your car and I did not know about your wedding.'

'I trusted you, I welcomed you into my home. We broke bread together, grand mama made you cannolis and how did you repay my generosity? With a rug made from the but of a skunk. A skunk but rug. You disrespected me and my grand mama. Who I buried in that skunk butt rug.' Techno's bunny ears were flat against his head; he knew it was something bad but not a rug made of a skunk's ass. Steve, a polar bear & one of Quackity's bodyguard brought a hand to their forehead, proceeding to make the motion of a cross.

'I told you to never show your face around here again but here you are snooping around with this' Finally glancing at Techno, Quackity asked in dubiety, 'what are you? A performer? What's with the costume?' Not realizing Techno's occupation to which Fundy attempted to lie like a sly fiend. 'I am a co-a pol-'

'He's a mime, a mime. This mime cannot speak, can't speak if you're a mime' barring his teeth.

'No I am a cop. And I'm on the James Marriott case. And my evidence puts him in your car, so intimidate me all you want, I'm going to find out what you did to that otter if it's the last thing I do' Quackity, blankly staring, 'And I only have one request, say hello to grand mama. 'Ice 'em.' Steve and another polar bear, Raymond picked up the duo holding them above frozen water. Guaranteed to cause hypothermia fast. Karl, in an ethereal outfit, decked to the nines walked into to grab Quackity for the first dance. The outfit incorporating elements from his everyday hoodie, his googles a steampunk pair for the occasion. Sapnap, a blaze hybrid & Karl's husband was waiting for the duo's return by the side of the dance floor. They both knew there'd be a slight chance Quackity's work would interfere with the wedding.

'It's time for our dance,' pausing when they saw Techno and Fundy suspended in air. Unsure, he thought the bunny looked familiar.

'What did we say? No icing anyone at my wedding!!' Karl, a time traveler, had spent weeks preparing for this day, marrying the loves of his life Sapnap & Quackity. They had met when Sapnap was foraging for food in the forest and Karl was taking a short cut to get home. Later Quackity met them, the duo having been regulars at his cafe, a front for illegal activities.

Techno had saved Karl from being crushed by a statuesque donut a few days prior. His original goal was to stop a weasel after robbing a storefront. 'I had to baby.'

'Wait, wait, wait! He's the bunny who saved my life yesterday. The giant donut.'

'This bunny?' turning to face Techno, 'Yea, hi.' Techno giving a meek wave returned the greeting. 'Your outfit, it's...nice.'

'Thank you!' Now knowing that this bunny hybrid had save his now husband, ordered his bodyguards to let them down.

'You've done me a great service. I will help you find the otter. I will take your kindness and pay it forward' Gesturing for Techno to come closer, placing a kiss on both cheeks. Turning a pale pink, matching his hair. Fundy now the shocked one. Sitting at a table, the duo watched as Sapnap and Karl danced an off kilter waltz, celebrating their love for one another. As if they were off in their own little world. One that Quackity would join after his conversation with Fundy & Techno ended.

Techno accepting a piece of cake, poked his tiny fork, taking a bite. 'Marriott is my florist, he's like a part of the family. He had something important he wanted to discuss, that's why I sent that car to pick him up. But it never arrived.' Fundy looking anywhere but Quackity's direction. 'Because it was attacked' Techno attempted to finish Quackity's sentence.

'No he attacked'

'Marriott?'

'Marriott,' nodding, 'he went crazy, ripped up the car, scared my driver half to death and disappeared into the nigh'

'But he's a sweet little otter'

'My child, we might have evolved but deep down we are still animals'

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makerscockandballs · 1 year

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Karl not being a healer primarily *but* early on in their relationship he helped Anders get over some mental hurdle in healing and they kept bonding over it

Yes! I’ll add: young Karl being good-but-not-great at healing (before finding his true talent) so he helps his fellow apprentice who has So Many mental barriers with magic. Eventually has said apprentice become much better than him, but instead of being envious, he’s just proud. And has developed a crush, oops. Now that apprentice keeps showing off newly learned spells to him — but he’s not trying to impress him, is he…?

#i wager they were the most annoying teenage sweethearts #or anders was annoying and karl found it endearing #i got mail :D #kanders #da

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gogmstuff · 2 years

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Liechtenstein Princesses -

Top :Franziska Kinsky von Wchinitz und Tettau, Princess of Liechtenstein by Josef Karl Stieler (Liechtenstein Collections - probably Wien, Austria). From tumblr.com/blog/view/oldtimeroyals; removed cracks & bigger spots w P'shop 1551X1974 @72 1.5Mj.

Bottom: Princess Marie Josefine of Liechtenstein by Josef Karl Stieler (Liechtenstein Collections - probably Wien, Austria). From tumblr.com/blog/view/oldtimeroyals/685170107606040576; fixed slaws & cracks w P'shop 1244X1535 @ 72 623kj

#Biedermeier fashion #Romantic era fashion #Josef Karl Stieler #Franziska Kinsky von Wchinitz und Tettau #tiara #Apollo knot #side curl coiffure #off shoulder sweetheart neckline #lace bertha #lace epaulettes #wrap #Marie Josefine of Liechtenstein #straight hair #ferroniere #off shoulder neckline #bateau neckline #paned virago sleeves #fur coat

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look-at-the-soul · 2 months

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Every little thing you do- Part 1

Tommy Shelby x reader

Series Master list

✨So first part is finally here!! Please be aware this part is set to happen in different days therefore you’ll see a little divider in the middle… and also! There’s violence. Please note I’m trying to follow the ideas/education from back in the day so it won’t necessary fit for today’s way of seeing things.

Word count: 2,977

Waving her sister goodbye, Y/N headed outside. But to her surprise she found Scott stopping his vehicle.

“Hello sweetheart.” He greeted her with a quick kiss on her lips, she stepped back immediately in case her mother was watching behind the curtains.

“Scott, I wasn’t expecting to see you today.”

“We’ll I lied and said I felt sick to get out earlier.”

This wasn’t something he’d do, but she listened to his explanation.

“I wanted to see you.”

Y/N looked over her shoulder, her parents were strict.

“You know you’re only invited for lunch and tea on Sundays.”

“I know, I know.” He moved back retrieving something from the car. “Got you these.”

“I love them, thank you.” Y/N pressed the bouquet of flowers against her chest, the fresh aroma invading her, a smile growing in her lips.

“Why don’t you go back inside and put them in water? Then meet me at the bakery around the corner.”

“Where are we going?”

Scott gave her a wide smile that took her breath away. “It’s a surprise, you’ll like it.”

Butterflies got spread all over her stomach, the expectation building. She hurried to the unexpected date.

“Listen, I want to apologize for acting shitty the other day.” Scott announced. “Can you forgive me love?”

Y/N nodded eagerly, pleased by his change of heart.

“It’s alright, just be careful next time.” Y/N suggested as he drove.

“Careful?”

“You shouldn’t have talked Tommy that way.”

Scott rolled his eyes. “There you go again, defending him. This why we fight.”

“No, Scott I don’t want a war between you two all the time, he didn’t like the way you talked to me.”

“Why does he always sticks his bloody nose in our business?”

“It’s not like that.”

“He’s always standing in the middle, I’m sick of getting orders from him, he leaves me the worst jobs just to please himself, he’s got people to do those things. I thought they wanted me to do other things, not to clean horses shit.”

“Scott I can’t interfere in your role among the gang, he already has done more than enough.”

“There it is, you’re defending him instead of being on my side…”

Y/N realized how unintentionally she always put Tommy on a pedestal, her boyfriend was right, feeling like he was belittled. She knew Tommy didn’t like him, and there was a possibility that she wasn’t impartial.

“I’ll see what I can do.” She finally gave in, not wanting to spend their time together fighting.

“That’s my girl.” He stopped the car on the sideway and began to shower her face with soft kisses.

”Do you need anything else?” Lizzie walked around the desk, resting against the bookshelf.

“What happened with the contracts you couldn’t find?” Tommy asked leaning back on his chair.

“Arthur took them by mistake.”

“Keep those locked.” He pointed a finger at her.

“Are you going to Karl’s birthday party?” She tried batting her eyelashes at him, but Tommy wasn’t looking at her.

“Yes, in a minute.”

Lizzie looked down at him again, hoping he’d ask her to join him.

“Heard Ada bought a huge cake.”

Tommy took his briefcase and hummed nonchalantly.

“I wrapped you a present for Karl, take it before you leave.”

She didn’t get a response.

Giving up to her wishes to be invited with the Shelby family, Lizzie shook her head. Collecting the remains of her dignity from the floor.

Tommy followed her with his eyes as she stomped her foot on her way out but dismissed it a few seconds later, not understanding her attitude.

The office was quiet when he crossed it, everyone had headed home already and his family were already in Polly’s house.

This was the first time he left considerably early in a long time. The need to release some stress made him reach for a cigarette. He had a dozen of things to do, a trip to London in the upcoming days, visit one of the fabrics… before he realized, Tommy parked outside Polly’s property.

Karl’s celebration was a rare family gathering. For his brothers birthdays they’d usually went to camp close to the river and drink all night. He wasn’t used to paper decorations and chocolate cake.

A small figure crashed against his legs. “Oh oh.”

Looking down, he found one of John’s kids. Was this Kate? Or Barbara?

“Careful.”

“There you are.” John appeared with a sandwich in his hand. “Go with your siblings.” He instructed his daughter.

“John.” Tommy called him mysteriously, with his hand motioning his brother to step closer. “Wipe your fucking mouth, you’ve got chocolate all over it.”

Stepping into the living room, he joined his family.

“Uncle Tommy!” Karl ran towards him with his arms open.

Tommy rubbed the kid’s back and offered him his present. “Happy birthday Karl.”

“Thank you!”

“Looks like you owe me money Pol.” Ada chuckled as she helped her son open his present.

Tommy looked from his sister to his aunt, studying them.

“Damn it. I thought he wasn’t going to show up.”

“So you made a bet?” He asked in disbelief.

He usually wouldn’t. But when it came to his sister, he made an effort.

“Where’s Y/N?” Polly asked with a frown.

“I sent her the invitation, thought you’d arrive together.” Ada explained staring at her brother.

But Tommy shook his head. “No, I haven’t seen or heard from her.”

“Shit! Pol! Help me out here!” John shouted holding his son James in his arms, he was bleeding and crying. “Smashed his fucking head.”

As Ada rushed to get some clean towels, Polly tried to comfort the child.

Stepping away from the chaos, Tommy leaned against a column to think he actually hadn’t seen Y/N in almost a week. A million thoughts filling his mind, trying to find a reason for her to be distant.

He needed to know if she was alright because she had always been close to the family, she was always considered part of it to all their gatherings; she was there for them at Freddy’s funeral, at John’s wedding…

“Now that we’re here all together, I’ve something to say.” Arthur announced stepping on a chair, oblivious that Esme and Polly were taking care of a bleeding child.

As the room went quiet, Arthur announced he and Linda were expecting a baby.

“Congratulations.” Esme managed to blurr through gritted teeth. “Now help me hold James, because I need to rearrange his arm.”

As Arthur walked past Tommy, his brother patted his arm and mumbled a low congratulations.

But the thought of Y/N not being with them, stuck in his head.

Y/N felt like sleeping on the couch. Her feet were swollen, Lady Winchester lost one of her precious earrings and decided to put everyone in the search until they found it under her vanity hours later.

Oddly her family decided to stay up late apparently as she could see the candles still on. But just as she set one foot inside, her mother pushed her abruptly.

“You’re a dishonorable daughter! We gave you everything!” One of her hands intended to land on her cheek but hit her on her ear instead.

“What happened?”

“Y-your aunt says you’re with a child, she saw you this morning and came to ask me.” Y/N’s mother was furious.

A woman came into view, her sister poking her head from the kitchen as her mother pushed her into the room next to it and closed the door. She demanded Y/N to undress and started touching her breasts.

“She’s with a child.” The elder woman confirmed, her hands still on her breasts.

Y/N’s face got paler by the second. Her mother gave the woman money and asked discretion.

A heavy silence filled the room, Y/N could hear a pin drop if someone threw one. Dizziness swept over her as her palms started to sweat.

“Your father will be so disappointed by you.” Her mother sentenced firmly. “You’re a whore, this sin will follow you from now on.”

Blood went to Y/N’s feet and she had to grab the vanity for support.

“You’ll tell Scott tomorrow and get him to ask your father’s permission to marry you before you start showing.” Y/N could hear her mother’s words as if she was underwater.

“I’ll save him the embarrassment, perhaps you can go to your grandmother’s house and hide there…” she was pacing the room as a maniac, Y/N was starting to process everything, she could hardly breathe.

“I didn’t know I could get pregnant without being married.”

Y/N’s mother laughed sarcastically. “It’s too late for that now, you should’ve waited until you got married!”

“You never told me this could happen.” Y/N felt on the edge of tears.

“I educated you with values, God only knows what you learned from that friend of yours.” Her mother mumbled something else Y/N couldn’t understand. Slowly she sat on the carpet, her skirt pooled around her hips and she finally sobbed. When one day Scott touched her breasts and it felt nice, electricity ran through her body. But he stopped right there. Then after taking her to the river, one of his hands sneaked under her skirt and moved her intimate clothes to the side and her body trembled. A week after that, he was about to start a fight with Tommy, for the night when they arrived after visiting Tommy’s new house. So in an attempt to make up for that fight, he took her to the river again and after kissing her, he told her he wanted to do something else. It had been over a month since she stepped in the middle of Tommy and Scott.

Y/N didn’t know she could feel such pleasure until he introduced himself into her body and she exploded of ecstasy. It felt right, he said he loved her and they went back a few days later.

Scott had said this should be between just the two of them, just as their love. But he never told her she could get pregnant.

Worry kept her up all night. She felt sorry for her poor father.

Covering her face with her hands, Y/N felt the tears rolling down her cheeks uncontrollably.

“Scott,” Y/N breathed with relief, all the worry from the past days when she hadn’t been able to reach out soon, forgotten. “I need to talk to you.”

“Y/N… I’ve to rest, haven’t had a decent sleep yet. Can we talk about this another day?” He had been out of the city, busy with God knows what, but this was important for her, for them, for their future.

Y/N studied their surroundings carefully, trying to keep her voice from shaking she placed her hands on his shoulders.

“We’re going to have a child, Scott I’m carrying your baby.” She whispered.

Scott blinked unamused by the news, his nostrils expanding profusely. Y/N wanted to reach out, to throw herself in his arms but as they were outside his house, she had to control herself. Keep her distance with him and behave accordingly.

But when he took a step back, she felt confused.

“I-I’m… this must be a mistake.”

“No, no. There’s a baby growing inside me.” She repeated, keeping her voice down. “We’ll need to figure out about the wedding, it’ll have to be something intimate and soon before it starts showing…”

“I’m not going to marry you.” Scott scoffed. “How can I be sure this child is mine? You could’ve slept with someone else just as you did with me.” He mocked her.

Before she could stop herself, Y/N found her hand flying to his cheek. Her palm tingled after the slap she gave him.

“How could you say something like that?”

“Don’t you ever dare to fucking touch me again!” He snapped. “And as for this little inconvenient… I’m not taking responsibility, you’re on your own.”

He gave her a disgusted look and walked inside his house. Leaving Y/N turned into a crying mess, she was hurt and disappointed by his reaction and terrified of the outcome.

Her mother sent her to talk to Scott to arrange the terms of the wedding and now she just realized he didn’t have her back. But what was worse, he thought she would sleep around like a whore.

Folding her arms, she walked with her head down. Guilt and embarrassment written all over her face. How would she deal with this? How would she tell her mother what Scott just said? She had been so sure she’d be able to hide it from her father by marrying Scott but now she was left in the worst possible way.

She cried uncontrollably feeling defeated, it was now too late to do something, but at the same time she didn’t know how she’d take care and raise a baby by herself.

“Where’s Scott?” Her mother hissed when her daughter appeared in her eyesight.

Y/N couldn’t speak, something heavy made her walk slowly. Her whole world was crashing down and now she’d have to face the consequences.

“He told me he wouldn’t take responsibility for a child who might not be his.” As the words left her mouth, she started crying again.

“Of course he would say that! What did you think Y/N?!” Her mother exploded. “He must think the worst of you now, how easily you have yourself away to him!”

“He told me he loved me!” Managed to shout through her tears and sobs.

Her mother’s hand flew rapidly and hit her hard.

A heavy silence surrounded them. Her cheek was burning from her mother’s slap.

“Leave Y/N!” Her grandmother intervened.

“She deserved that.” Her mother explained, she was beyond angry.

Y/N’s grandmother wrapped an arm around her granddaughter protectively.

“What happened?”

“Tell her, go on… tell your grandmother what you did.”

Y/N kept her head down, she felt like she couldn’t look her grandmother in the eyes. She had failed them terribly, the values and principles they had showed her were thrown through the window.

“No? Well, I’ll tell her myself.” Her mother warned. “Y/N didn’t wait until marriage, she gave herself away like a whore and is now with a child. Couldn’t keep her legs closed.”

“Well we’ll think of something, she won’t start showing right away.”

“There’s nothing to think mother, Scott is out of the picture he didn't accept the responsibility.”

“But he’s as responsible as Y/N.” Her grandmother pointed out thinking this wasn’t fair on Y/N.

“Your granddaughter’s honor is right on the floor, he even suggested the baby isn’t his.”

Y/N saw her mother pacing around the small room, it was making her feel sick.

“And your father arrives tomorrow… should we send her with your sister to Durham?” She pondered the possibilities thinking of her mother’s sibling.

“Absolutely not.” Her grandmother defended.

“Then what? What are we going to do?”

Y/N felt sick and rushed away from them. Her head was pounding, her stomach in a tight knot and her heart shattered into million pieces.

“Ma’am you can’t go in there.” Tommy heard from outside his office, then saw the door swing open.

“Mr. Shelby you’re the only one who can help me.”

Tommy rose to his feet in a second, the worry he found in Y/N’s grandmother raised all the alarms.

“What happened?”

“My son in law is hitting Y/N badly.” Her voice cracked, her hands reached for the sleeve of his suit. “You’ve to help her.”

Tommy took his coat from the rack and rushed to see what was happening.

“John, get Polly and meet me in Y/N’s house.” He demanded.

“I’ll go with them Mr. Shelby.” Y/N’s grandmother expressed, not wanting to make him wait.

Tommy doubted for a second, but with her hand, the elder woman ushered him, so it must be serious. Stepping in Y/N’s house without knocking because he heard her cries and pained screams from outside, but Tommy wasn’t prepared to find what he’d see.

Y/N was in the middle of the living room half her clothes shattered, kneeling on the floor and her upper body leaned over a chair, her back covered by the belt marks and blood.

He felt a rush of anger and disgust through his body. Tommy could practically taste his bile in his mouth, but as Y/N’s father was about to hit her again, he stepped in his way, holding the man’s hand firmly in the air.

“You touch her again, and I’ll fucking kill you.”

“Stay out of this Shelby, I’m dealing with this whore.”

“Don’t make me repeat myself or you’ll regret it.” Tommy muttered through gritted teeth.

John joined him with a couple of some of their men, they went straight to hold Y/N’s father away from her.

Y/N winced in pain when Tommy tried to help her up.

“This is a family matter!” Y/N’s mother shouted disturbed for the interruption. “You should respect that.”

“Yeah? Just like you’re respecting your daughter?” Tommy snapped, he lost all self control over this injustice.

“She has to deal with the consequences of her acts! Behaved like a whore, gets punished like one.”

Y/N felt her mother’s words like daggers to her heart. She wasn’t sure what felt more hurtful; her father’s hitting her with his belt or her mother’s words.

Tommy felt like throwing up, he apologized when he got Y/N in his arms and she complained from the pain.

“You can’t take her away!” Her mother warned, trying to stop Tommy.

He gave her a warning stare and mumbled; “watch me.”

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lilywastaken · 1 year

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⇝ SICK DAY SCENARIOS !

CC!DreamWasTaken, CC!Sapnap, CC!GeorgeNotFound, CC!Quackity, CC!Karl Jacobs x GN!Reader.

SUMMARY: taking care of CCs when they're sick :( <3.

WARNINGS: SFW, a few spicy moments here and there, illness, a tiny drop of angst in Karl's part!

A/N: I'm alive!! The brainrot is real for these guys so I just had to write something, even if it's a bit crap LMAO. It's my first time writing for Karl/Quack, so they might be a bit weird/stiff, apologies! Once again, requests are open!! Please don't forget to reblog/comment if you enjoy the post, it helps a lot!! Thank you for reading! <333 If you see any mistakes, do not hesitate to let me know, please!!! I wrote this quite late so there might be a few!

MASTERLIST.

DREAM:

"Feeling a bit better?"

You whisper softly as you open the door to your boyfriend's bedroom, noticing that he had made his way off his bed and onto his chair, legs up and pressed to his chest with his knees tucked under his chin, the bright screens of his monitors reflecting onto his sad face.

"Mm…"

His broken whimper makes you sigh, walking over to him carefully and placing the bowl of chicken soup next to his keyboard, leaning down to press a kiss to his sweaty forehead.

"You should be resting."

You're about to lean back until Dream grabs your arm, his pointer finger coming up to tap his lips, hopeful eyes staring up at you.

"Clay. You're ill."

"Which means you're refusing to kiss your poor, suffering boyfriend?" He sighs dramatically, his voice deep yet nasally due to his stuffy nose, leaning into your touch as your hand comes up to cup his cheek.

"Are you ready to take care of me when I inevitably get sick, sweetheart?" You coo back, watching his expression morph from one of self-pity to one of dread.

"O-of course." He mumbles, hoping you don't remember how stressed he was when George had gotten sick a few weeks ago, running around the house looking for medicine in hopes that his friend wouldn't die. "Still… What if the cure to my sickness is a kiss from my beautiful partner?"

"Oh?" You play along with a smile, your hand coming up to play with his hair and run your fingers through his dirty blond curls, watching him flutter his eyes closed to enjoy your touch with a smile, half expecting him to start purring. "Well…" You sigh dramatically in defeat, leaning down so that the tips of both your noses are bumping. "I guess if it helps."

Dream makes a soft noise of excitement before you press your lips to his, his soft hand holding your head to his to slot your lips together easily.

"Now get to bed." You snap as soon as you pull back, causing him to huff and pause whatever video he had been watching.

"Fine." He grumbles like a child, lifting himself up and taking a few moments to make sure he isn't about to collapse before turning to you, letting you lead him to his mattress, onto which he immediately collapses on with a loud groan.

He situates himself under the covers and outstretches his arms to you expectantly, yet instead of your warm body he finds himself holding the bowl of soup you had brought.

You press a kiss to his forehead as he begrudgingly starts to sip on the soup, his gaze softening as he realises you're not about to leave his side.

Needless to say, the next day you were as ill as he was.

SAPNAP:

A loud groan resounds across the house.

You try your best to ignore it, going back to scrolling through your phone and scratching behind Patches' ears.

Another groan, louder this time, finally brings your attention away from social media and back to reality, frowning at the unending dramatic groans that come from your boyfriend.

You sigh, carefully pushing Patches off and starting your trek upstairs, listening to the borderline fake sounds coming from inside the room.

"You sound like you're dying."

You comment as soon as you push open the door to his bedroom, rolling your eyes with a smile as you meet your boyfriend's gaze, his lower lip curled into a pout as he makes grabby hands at you, his bed covered in what you assume to be snotty tissues.

"I am dying, darlin'. Feels like I'm being ripped apart."

You laugh, making your way towards him and sitting on the edge of the bed, and placing your hand onto his forehead, frowning instantly at how hot he feels.

"Wait, are you actually sick?"

"Yes!" Sapnap whines, throwing his head back and slamming it accidentally onto the wooden headboard, whining at the additional pain. "You thought I was fakin'!?"

"I wouldn't put it past you." You grumbled, wiping some of the sweat on his face with your sleeve, watching him try to adjust in his bed just to be closer with you. "What hurts?"

"Everything." He sighs out, closing his eyes in pain as his head throbs.

"Everything?" You repeat, unamused, already getting up to retrieve an ice pack from downstairs, hoping to cool down the fever he seems to have caught.

"Yes, every-" his eyes snap open as soon as he feels the bed shift, whining. "No, don't leave!"

"Nick, I need to get you something for your fever!"

You struggle against Sapnap's grip as he pulls you into his lap, arms wrapped around your waist and stubble scratching against your cheek.

"No… all I need is you, darl'." He grumbles against your skin, peppering sloppy kisses onto your neck.

"You're delirious." You sigh, melting into his warmth as he pulls you under the covers, sniffling and whining with every move he makes. "You'll take some medicine later, right?"

"Mhm … yeah." He says drowsily as he starts to fall asleep right there, listening to your breathing as a means to calm himself down. "Anything for you, sweetheart."

GEORGE:

How can George still be asleep?

You think to yourself as you stare mindlessly into the TV, the plate of food you had been eating abandoned on the coffee table as you take note of how long it had been since you had seen your boyfriend after last night.

You know he's prone to sleeping in for long, but not this long. Especially now in Florida, where the sun rises earlier and helps him wake up at the same time as you and your roommates.

Once you give your half eaten plate to Dream, you carefully push open the door to your boyfriend's room, stopping for a few moments so your eyes get used to the darkness his room was covered in.

"George? Are you awake?"

Treading carefully so you don't trip on any loose cables or stuff that he might have tossed onto the ground, you finally reach his bed, kneeling next to him and placing your hands on the body beneath the covers and shaking softly.

"Georgie?"

"Hmng."

You feel him turn around, meeting his gaze despite the darkness around you, watching as his pained expression turns into one of relief.

"Hi…" He mumbles, voice coarse as if he had just finished screaming for over an hour, reminding you of that one time he had lost his voice after a particularly long stream. "Time…?"

"Almost 4." Your hand comes up to push back his bangs, a shiver racking through his body as your cool touch makes contact with his atypically hot skin. "What th- do you have a fever?"

"I think." You feel his arms creep around your waist, pulling you closer with abnormal strength and placing his head onto your lap, snuggling himself into your thighs, letting out a shaky sigh at the warmth. "Tried getting up this morning and I think I passed out."

That would explain the crash Sapnap had claimed to have heard early in the morning.

"You passed out? Why didn't you call me?" You whisper back, running your fingers through his hair and massaging the back of his neck, a spot you know always gets him weak. "We could've brought you downstairs so you weren't cooped up like this."

George laughed as the image of Dream and Sapnap dragging him downstairs came to mind, but the sudden stabbing pain that attacked his lungs caused him to start coughing with a whine.

"I'd rather just stay up here with you." He started to manhandle you to lie under the covers, his hands warm on your hips as he quite basically shoved his face into your chest, trying to calm his raging headache. "We can order something later… I just want to be with you for now."

You chewed on your lower lip before your hands came up subconsciously to bury themselves in his soft locks, a whine leaving his lips as your nails started scratching at his scalp. "Fine. Just for a bit, okay? You still have to eat, we got to get you medicine, and you probably stin-"

You squeaked as he nipped on your skin in an attempt to get you to shut up, rolling your eyes at the smirk on his pretty lips before he fluttered his eyes back closed, a silent way of telling you that he was going back to sleep.

QUACKITY:

"You're an idiot."

Your boyfriend sputters out a confused sound as he walks into the kitchen, not having expected to be instantly insulted first thing in the morning.

"Huh?"

"Why are you half-naked!? You're sick!" You point at his feet and then his shorts with your spoon, making him groan and roll his eyes.

"It's hot!" He throws his arms up in the air as he sits down at the kitchen island, ignoring the way you frown at him. "And I'm not sick. I'm fine. It's just a cold."

"That still counts as being sick." You mumble under your breath, pushing a plate of food in his direction before pulling off your hoodie (which casually happened to be his) and handing it to him. "Put it on. I don't want you getting worse."

"...fine." He mumbles, starting to eat once it's on. "Thank you, mi vida."

Your face heats up at the casual nickname, nodding as you start on your own breakfast, too busy scrolling on your phone to notice the way your boyfriend starts squirming in his seat, sweat dripping down his forehead as he tries to focus on his food.

"You alright?" You finally realise how sick he looks despite having looked fine mere moments before, face flushed and skin sickly pale as he wipes the sweat away with his hoodies sleeves.

"Mhm. Okay." Your hand reaches over to cup his cheek, almost flinching back at how hot his skin feels. "Jesus! You're so fucking hot!"

You instantly regret what comes out of your mouth at his cocky expression, watching him m lean into your hand and sigh dreamily, eyelashes fluttering open and closed as he speaks.

"You think I'm that hot, babe?" He purrs out, despite the absolute pain that's racking through his body at the minute. "Damn, didn't expect you to be bold."

"Shut up." You pinch his cheek, forcing a high pitched cry to leave his mouth as you turn around to look through the medicine cabinet. "I meant you're literally hot, Alex."

"So you think I'm not figuratively hot?" You refrain from the urge to groan at his teasing, pulling off the cap to some medicine and dropping a pill into a glass of water.

"If you keep acting like this, you'll be less than hot to me." You snap, handing him the drink and waiting for him to down it like he usually does when it comes to ill-tasting medicine. "Go lie down, I'll make you some soup."

Before you can leave, he grabs your arm, pulling you into the space between his open legs and wrapping his arms around your waist.

"With me?" He mumbles into your hair, causing you to roll your eyes at how clingy he's become. "Come on, cielo. We can just order soup."

"But will it be as good as my soup?" You brush some of his longer strands of hair away from his eyes and trace the invisible lines between the beauty marks on his face.

"No… but I'd take cold soup any day of the week if it means having you in my arms."

KARL:

"Your nose is running."

You comment as you watch your boyfriend sluggishly make his way towards the fridge, eyes barely open and sweatpants almost falling down his waist.

"Mhm."

He doesn't even acknowledge your words, digging through the countless cans in the fridge to pull out some orange juice, instantly downing it without a second thought.

"Sorry. You want some?" He slurs, extending his arm and offering you the carton.

"Just finish it, Karl. I'd rather not get sick."

You notice that instead of his normal sleeping shirt he has a button up on, the buttons all messed up from probably trying to do it on his own in the bathroom mirror.

"You going somewhere, baby?" You comment on his appearance, frowning as he instantly nods, throwing the carton into the bin before looking for some snacks.

"Filming with Jimmy." He casually says, as if he hadn't been battling with a fever for almost a week. "I volunteered yesterd-"

You slap your hand over his mouth, stopping him from talking and meeting his shocked gaze, feeling his hands immediately find place on your waist out of instinct at how close you are.

"You're not going anywhere, Karl. I don't want you to get worse." You comment with a frown, having half expected him to lick at your hand when you had covered his mouth, but the sad look in his eyes feels worse than how that would've. "Please. You've been in pain for almost a week, I just want you to get better."

You let go of his face, moving your hand to cup his cheek and watch him press into your touch, nodding solemnly.

"Just don't like being useless. I wanna do stuff, I want to help!" He whines, closing his eyes as if afraid of your reaction to his complaint.

"You're not useless, though. You're sick. I'm taking care of you because I love you and I want you to get better. Jimmy's your friend, he'll probably won't want you working while you're sick, either." You lean up to press a soft kiss to the corner of his lips, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him into a comforting hug, his cool hands roaming your skin under your shirt. "So get back into your pyjamas and get to bed and I'll bring you some food, okay? Then we can watch a movie, whichever one you want."

He nods enthusiastically, taking his turn to cup your cheeks in his hands and pepper kisses all over, brushing your lips with his before pulling away, aware of how sick you'd get if he gave you what he had. "I love you!" He says before rushing back upstairs giddily, not even waiting for you to say it back, aware that even without saying it, you do.

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ravenxd · 8 months

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Sub!Karl waking up next to you all horny and bothered, waking you up to help him. Riding him to the point of him whimpering and a sweet sobbing mess?

Contents: sub!karl, gn! reader, creampies, unprotected sex,

Sub! Karl waking up cuddling you.

Sub! Karl who woke up almost in cold sweat

Sub! Karl who looks down, seeing his boner poke your bare ass.

Sub! Karl who wakes you up, begging for help

When you wake up, you feel annoyed, you had promised Sapnap you'd head over to the Dream Team house first thing in the morning for a stream, you knew that now since you're awake, you won't be able to sleep.

But Karl is begging, persistent, pleading and whining. Your annoyance turns into need, you can feel the area between your legs becoming hot..

When you turn around to face him, his face is a deep red, his eyes are half lidded, and he's panting like a dog.

"Gosh, can't even let me sleep.." You whispered, getting on top of him and grinding your hips onto his boner. He moaned and grabbed at your hips.

"Fuck.. please.." He begged, his teary eyes looked into yours, boring into his eyes.

"Needy slut." You whispered, pulling his boxers to the side, you looked down at his cock, noticing the amount of precum on his tip.

The sight made you clench your thighs together. You'd position yourself over his throbbing cock, he watched in anticipation as you lowered yourself onto him, moaning to the top of his lungs as a form of relief overcame his body.

"Fuuckkkk..." He moaned, almost high-pitched.

"I know, sweetheart... but you asked for it.." You had moaned into his ear, before slowly fucking yourself on his cock.

Karl started moaning, his nails sink into the skin of your hips as you kept bouncing up and down his cock.

Karl could feel the way you clenched down on his cock, the feeling of having something in you while your body is slipping into sleep made it all the more pleasurable to you.

"Y/n, please- c- fuck..!" He practically yelled. "More, please..!"

You pushed Karl down onto the bed with your hands, making sure he wouldn't move away, and kept your hands on his shoulders.

His hands remained on your hips, his stomach dipping as he took deeper breaths.

His moans grew louder and you knew it wouldn't take long before he'd cum, you moved faster, burying your face into his neck and kissing his most sensitive places. His hips starting bucking up, trying to push his cock deeper between your pink walls, sucking him further in.

The depths his cock started reaching left your legs trembling, it had knocked the air out of your lungs.

"Shit-.. Karl..!" You moan, walls pulsating and eyes rolled back.

"Baby... I'm gonna.." Karl groaned as he threw his head back onto the pillow. "Fuck..!"

You moaned into Karl's mouth as you leaned down and brought him into a forceful kiss. His tongue immediately set into your mouth, making contact with yours.

With a few more strong thrusts, you felt Karl's cum flood your walls, pushing so deep inside. You dropped onto him as your own orgasm left you spent.

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acewritesfics · 3 months

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Her Father's Eyes | Tommy Shelby

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x Reader

Request: No

Fic Type: Imagine

Warnings: former friends. Mentions of drunken one night stand, tough decisions were made.

Word Count: 1,876

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⚠️ THIS IS A REPOST FROM MY MAIN BLOG @/DLMLUFICS. UNFORTUNATELY, I HAVE TO DO IT THIS WAY. MORE INFO IN MY PINNED POST.

"Mabel, sweetheart, please slow down," Y/N calls after her three-year-old daughter as she runs away from her and towards the spot where they sit by the pond.

"Picnic! Mummy! Picnic!" The toddler cheers but comes to a halt as she notices someone in their spot.

Noticing the familiar faces surrounded by a brood of children, she adjusts the basket and blanket in her arms and takes Mabel's hand leading her to another area of the park. "Let's go find another place to sit."

Arriving under a tree, Y/N lets go of Mabel's and sets the picnic basket on the ground. Unfolding the blanket, she lays it out on the ground and places the blanket on it before walking over to her daughter and lifting her up to place her on the blanket.

Y/N takes out a handful of the toys she's brought with them. Mabel has a doll and a wooden horse with her that she will not leave the house without. She sits down and arranges the toys in front of Mabel. "Here you go, my love."

"Thank you, mummy."

"You're welcome," she smiles lovingly at her daughter, watching her play.

The little girl bears hardly any resemblance to her. She is convinced that Mabel looks more like her father with dark hair, button nose, pouted lips and vibrant blue eyes. Those same blue eyes were one of the reasons she was hesitant to return to Small Heath. People would know with only one look at Mabel, who she belonged too.

"Is that really you, Y/N L/N?"

Looking up from her daughter, Y/N saw Ada standing there, clutching Karl's hand, a stunned expression on her face. She didn't believe the lone girl among the Shelby siblings would see her from where she was.

"Ada, it's good to see you again," she says as she rises to her feet. She's immediately drawn in for a hug. "What are you doing in Small Heath? Last I heard, you were done with this place."

"The same goes for you. I'm back for a little visit. I thought Karl would enjoy spending time with his cousins," Ada explains. "How about you? Polly told me you moved to Norwich be closer to your sister."

"I returned a month ago to care for my mother," she says solemnly. "She became ill with a fever."

"How is she doing?" Ada inquires.

"She passed away 10 days ago," she replies, sadly.

"I'm truly sorry, Y/N. She was a wonderful lady" Ada expresses her condolences. The young woman hadn't seen Y/N's mother in a long time.

"Look, Mummy!" Mabel's enthusiastic shout cut her conversation with Ada short. She turns to the small girl who's pointing to the duck and ducklings swimming in the pond. Mabel's favourite animal, along with horses, happens to be ducks. She is completely enamoured with them. "Duckies!"

"They're duckies," she gasps feigning excitement as she kneels back on the blanket next to her.

"My goodness, who is this lovely little thing?" Ada asks, kneeling down to Mabel's level. When she takes a good look at the girl who looks so much like her father, she tries to hide her surprise.

"This is Mabel, my daughter," she introduces them. "Mabel, love, this is mummy's old friend Ada and her son Karl."

"It's lovely to meet you, Mabel," Ada smiles and holds her hand out towards Mabel. Mabel places her much smaller hand in hers and shakes it. "Karl, why don't you play with Mabel while mummy and Y/N have a little chat," Ada instructs her son as she encourages him to sit with Mabel.

Karl nods and sits beside Mabel as she shows him her doll and wooden horse and instructs him on how to play with them. She has no idea they are related, but she is already ordering him about. She is, after all, her father's daughter.

"Karl is growing into a handsome young man," Y/N watches the children. She last saw him during Freddie's funeral. If she remembered correctly, Karl was about two years old at the time. A few months later, she became pregnant with Mabel.

Glancing to Ada when she doesn't say anything, she sees that her old friend's lips are pursed, eyes slightly squinted and is thinking hard about something as she watches Mabel.

"She is beautiful Y/N," Ada finally says, having finished pondering her thoughts. "Is her father around?"

"No..." she admits looking down at her hands resting in her lap, thinking of how her daughter was conceived during a drunken night of passion. "No, he's not around."

"Does he know?" Ada continues to question her. Y/N goes to answer but Ada cuts her off before she can get a word out. "Of course he doesn't, other wise you'd be wearing his ring and using his last name. Does she have his last name?"

Y/N nods. "Her name is Mabel Evelyn Shelby."

"Will you tell him?" she asks.

"When the time is right," she sighs knowing it was inevitable now that she was back in Small Heath. The whispers could already be heard. Whether Tommy heard them or not, she didn't know.

"Are you living in your mum's house?" Ada asks, looking as though she's thinking up something.

She looks at her suspiciously. "We are."

"Well then, I'll drop by tomorrow and give you my address and telephone number that way you can call me and come visit when you're in London," Ada says as she stands to her feet. "I would love for Karl to get to know his cousin."

"So would I," Y/N agrees, also standing to her feet.

Ada draws her in for another hug. When she lets go, she turns to the children. "Karl, it's time to go, sweetheart. Say goodbye to Mabel."

Y/N smiles when Karl mumbles a goodbye to his cousin. Mabel in return gives him a quick hug.

"That she doesn't get from her father," Ada quips as Karl walks over to her.

"I don't know. Tommy could be pretty affectionate when we were kids," she giggles thinking of how different Tommy was when they were growing up.

Later that night, when Mabel had finally drifted off to sleep, Y/N kisses her daughter's head, whispering sweet dreams to her before leaving her bedroom.

She moves into the kitchen and is about to start on the dishes when there is a knock on the door. She wipes her hands on the dish cloth and makes her way to the front door.

Swinging the door open, she’s startled to find Tommy standing there, a cigarette hanging from his perfect lips and an unsure look in those eyes he shares with his daughter.

“Tommy,” she breathes, her voice barely above a whisper but Tommy hears it.

“I know it’s late, but can I come in,” he asks, his smooth voice sounds uncertain, which isn’t what you heard often when he speaks.

She nods, moving out of the doorway to let him in. Once he’s inside, she closes the door and turns around to face him. She’s unable to look at him as she anxiously messes with the hem of her blouse.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He asks, his voice going from unsure, to frustrated and impatient.

“Tell you what?” She asks, playing ignorant.

He frowns, “Do you think I’m daft?”

“Not at all,” she answers. Tommy had always been a smart one, even when he was being stupid.

“Then why didn’t you fucking tell me I have a daughter?”

“Because I knew as soon as you found out you’d have us married and playing house while you were still in love with that traitor.”

“I didn’t love her, she was a distraction from you,” he admits.

“That’s lovely, ain’t it?” She says sarcastically. “The boy I grew up loving, fucked a traitorous spy so he could distract himself from me.”

“Didn’t work though, did it?” He scoffs.

“Did you come here to argue about our past or ask about Mabel?” She questions him, her own patience wearing thin.

“Her names Mabel?” He asks. “After your grandmother.”

She nods remembering the woman she named her daughter after. Her grandma Mabel was the sweetest woman anyone would ever meet. She was always baking something sweet to hand out to the neighbourhood kids, crocheting blankets for expecting mothers and visiting the hospital to read to the sick children. Everybody loved her and she loved everyone.

“What’s the real reason you didn’t tell me about her?” he asks, less heated then a minute ago.

“I wanted to keep her safe,” she tells him, truthfully.

“I can keep her safe.”

“Can you though?” She questions him. “Don’t get me wrong, Tom, I am proud of how far you’ve taken the Shelby name. But as you’ve climbed the ladder, you’ve made enemies. Some of those enemies won’t hesitate to use her, a sweet and innocent little girl, against you and I couldn’t have that.”

“I want to see her,” he quietly demands.

“She’s asleep in bed,” she tells him. “Just don’t wake her.” She leads him to Mabel’s bedroom.

The door creaks as she pushes it open and walks into the room ahead of him. She watches him as he stares down at the little girl curled up in her bed, clutching her doll to her chest as soft snores emanate from her.

“She looks like you,” Tommy says softly as he looks down at the little girl with astonishment.

Y/N let’s out a chuckle, “I think she looks like you. Wait until she opens those pretty blue eyes of hers. She’s all you, Tommy.”

Watching his little girl sleep, brings a calmness to him and an understanding of why she did it. He would go to any lengths to protect her now knowing that she’s his, just like Y/N had gone to hers. “I understand why you didn’t tell me.”

“I should have told you,” she starts her apology. “I’m sorry I never told you. Just know it wasn’t an easy decision and it broke my heart to do it but I had to keep her safe. You have every right to be angry with me and to hate me.”

“Don’t leave again,” he says barely above a whisper, his eyes never moving from his daughter. “Don’t take her away again. Let me be here for her and you. Let me take care of the both of you.”

“We’re not going anywhere, Tom,” she tells him moving to stand closer to him as she also admires there little girl. “I know you can protect her and keep her safe.”

“And you,” he adds. “I can keep you safe and protected too.”

“You don’t need to worry about me,” she tells him.

“But I do,” he says before adding, “I always have. Even more so now that we’re going to be a family.”

“So, now you want to marry me?” She quips and leads him back out of the room so they don’t wake Mabel.

“I should have married you years ago,” he admits as they move into the kitchen, where Y/N makes them a cup of tea.

All through the night, the two parents talk about Mabel, Y/N filling him on everything he’s missed and Tommy learning everything he can about his daughter.

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kissitbttr · 6 days

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i just had this shower thought but i just know that muñeca will be everyone’s fav wag when frat!mig makes it into the nfl😩 like i imagine her being an ABSOLUTE icon (it girl energyyy) having edits of her LIKE UGHHH ! what would be migs thoughts about this??

miguel bagged the baddest bitch of all time, everyone knows this!!!

she’s definitely the it girl without even trying!! if anything, she tries to step away from the spotlight as much as possible! one of the things that made her famous aside being nfl!miguel’s girl is that her fits goes HAAARDDD. she could dress up or dress down. classy or casual. glamorous or laid back. anything!

i would like to think that one of her moments that went viral was when she attended his first game. when the other WAGs were dressing up for the occasion, she was there in his old college jersey and her jeans. hoops dangling in her ears with one leg up in the chair, just sipping on her cocktail in a plastic cup. she didn’t realize the camera was on her because she was far too fixated on the game.

it was a simple moment but that didn’t stop the whole world to be in love with miguel o’hara’s girlfriend! not only is she drop dead gorgeous but funny too!

“your boyfriend, miguel o’hara did amazing out there! he scored a touchdown! how do you feel about that?”

“man tbh, I didn’t really see it. just came here for the food and drinks. but good for him though”

the whole interview was funny af. some audience loves her sense of humor while others don’t. but she doesn’t gives a shit. she knows its all jokesy jokes. she’s proud of miguel’s achievements. she knew all of the hard work he’s put in to be here. and she did cheer really loud when he TDed,

her popularity only seem to be increasing when another baddest bitch in the game, Rihanna reached out to her personally and they become friends! muñeca was fangirling obviously, but she’s not going to let badgalriri knows otherwise she’d be embarrassed. especially not the really hot dream she had with Riri back in college,

miguel notices the amount of attention his girl is getting and he feels this sort of pride in him knowing that she really stole everyone’s hearts by absolutely doing nothing major. just like she did to his back in junior year. he knows his girlfriend is a heartstopper. everyone’s crush. obviously. he doesn’t forget the time where he had to compete with other guys lining up to be her man on campus.

muñeca is not just a pretty face but her heart is pure. I think that’s one of the reasons why people are loving her. you’ll hear from other people talking from miguel’s team, the fans, reporters, close friends, employees etc that she’s nothing but a sweetheart. not one bad thing to say about her🥺🥺

and the tiktok edits?? MAAANN, her edits are beating his by mileeesss!! he gets jealous here and there though. not because his edits are decreasing but mainly because everyone is falling for his girl and giving her so much attention that he just wants her all to himself,

he’s proud of her. not because of the trophy wife thing people are making it out to be but she’s just as successful as him! she has her own ballet studio, have her own classes to teach, friends with rihanna, bella hadid, getting offers from vogue, calvin klein, and shared partnerships with a few of famous designers. the late karl lagerfeld, alexander mcqueen, swarovski, donatella versace to name a few,

to everyone, she is indeed an icon. timeless being. but miguel had already seen that one coming before all of this happened🤍

#frat!miguel

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yuikomorii · 3 months

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How would you rank each Yui from all of the game's?

// LET’S GO!

1. Dark Fate: Wasn't the sharpest, but was generally proactive, sometimes even more than certain Diaboys. I really enjoyed how she was supportive and generally very lovely. :3

2. More Blood: Dumb bitch (in the cute way). I believe her strongest version was there. I liked how we saw a different side of Yui. Even if said side was flawed, that made her more relatable imo. I was proud of her for fighting for the Diaboys' hearts. The dedication was admirable.

3. Lunatic Parade: It's been a while since I've gone through LP, but I remember her being such a sweetheart and adorable. ;w;

4. HDB: I liked how she was a bit sassy, which made her funny, yet kept being really kind and caring. However, she’s so low because I didn’t really like what she became in Laito’s and Kanato’s routes. I know this wasn’t her fault but seeing characters break makes me sad.

5. Vandead Carnival: I found her a little bit too stiff in most routes… Maybe that was because some Diaboys didn’t really allow her to make her own decisions. Regardless, I enjoyed her.

6. Lost Eden: Dumb bitch (in the bad way). Justified Karl’s actions, tried to convince Ayato that his abuser cared for him, revealed Carla’s secret to the antagonist, talked ill behind her lover’s back more than once, justified Ruki planning Ayato’s murder, knew Seiji wanted to annihilate all demons but still thought of choosing him over Subaru, and more. All she did in that game was either make matters worse or act like an emotional support.

7. Chaos Lineage: I feel bad for ranking this version the lowest, but I can’t imagine her being more boring than that. At the very least, in LE she was somehow entertaining to watch, but in CL she’s just even more predictable than usual.

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ourflagmeansbts · 8 months

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Source (Season 1 - April 10th 2022)

sambaschutte: BTS#26: Ewen (and Karl) appreciation post🏴‍☠️ Yes Karl was a real seagull. Actually called Jonathan. Very sweet, very tame. And Ewen was a champ for acting straight-faced with a friggin’ seagull on his head. It was so hard for me not to laugh during takes. Ewen is a true sweetheart and legend. And even though things took a turn with Karl, Jonathan was totally chillin’🖤☠️

#ofmd #ofmd bts #our flag means death #our flag means death bts #s1 #2022 #sambaschutte #ewen

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margaretoakgrove · 1 year

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Being Heisenberg's beloved

Let's be honest, you have never ever thought that you would be madly in love with an engineering genius who lives and works in an old factory in an unknown little village in the snowy mountains of Romania.

Lord Heisenberg, the aforementioned man, managed to plant a seed of unconditional true love within your heart from your very first meeting, and it immediately began to grow.

The lord himself was completely smitten by the genuine kindness, compassion, tenderness and care of yours. That was something he had never known because, unfortunately, everybody in his life was cold, indifferent and unkind.

Within his soul Karl felt to you a deep attachment and took a resolute decision to keep you as close as possible to him, understanding that without you he could not even spend one day.

Not hiding his true feelings and intentions, the lord let you know that your presence was always welcomed within the walls of his domain and under the same roof offered you to live with him.

On the safest floor of the factory specially for you Heisenberg arranged a small but quite comfy room where in silence you could get some good rest and spend your free time by reading books or listening to music on the radio.

Karl is perfectly aware that the village is full of bloodthirsty horrendous creatures and not the most friendly people in the world. For this important reason you leave the factory gates only in his company. Your safety is the lord's highest priority, and he wants to keep you safe at any cost. As if a loyal bodyguard Karl is always ready to protect you with his own life, therefore his elder giant of a sister can to not think of you even in her bravest bloody daydreams.

From the lord, rather often, you receive a lot of lovely gifts: an exclusive handmade trinket, a humble beautiful bouquet of wild fragrant flowers, some delicious treat and absolutely anything what can place a smile of joy on your face.

As it turned out, Heisenberg is as good at flirting as the same he's good at engineering. Whenever he showers you with compliments, calls you by various pet names (dear, darling, doll, buttercup, sweetheart, love, kitten, precious, little one), winks and smiles playfully at you, you cannot help yourself but shyly smile back at him.

For both of you there is nothing more enjoyable than to show each other how you really love and care for one another through a simple yet so full of profound meaning touch, not pronouncing any single word.

Karl caught himself thinking that he adores holding your hand, slowly rubbing it with a thumb and feeling the softness of your palm against his rough and calloused one.

Within the lord's embrace you are willing to stay for forever. You feel so protected from all the evil in the world when he tightly presses you against his chest, stroking carefully your shoulders, back and hair.

Kisses have become the most intimate physical expression of your love that's why you never kiss in public. It is too private, even sacred...Every kiss you give each other is full of pure gentelness and care either it's a caring goodnight kiss on the forehead, a consoling kiss on the sad tearful eyes, a light peck on the cheek and nose or a slow sweet kiss on the lips which makes the two of you close your eyes in utter pleasure because it feels so good, so nice…

Every night, laying on a warm and cozy bed, you speak about everything and anything, at the same time listening to the soothing night sounds of the nature outside the window. You rest your head on Heisenberg's wide and warm chest, slowly dozing off to the most relaxing lullaby for you-his calm and quiet heartbeat.

At these divine moments of night tranquility and silence you feel so blessed to be Heisenberg's beloved.

The heart of yours is fully sure that no one in the whole entire world will ever love you as devotedly and selflessly as Karl loves you.

And you yourself, loving him to the moon and back, truly wish for nothing but to stay with him for all eternity and even far much longer without any doubts.

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queensoybean0724 · 1 year

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Here is a spur-of-the-moment Karl Heisenberg/female reader drabble! Enjoy and I hope everyone has a great weekend!

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Karl ripped your shirt and bra from your body and placed you on his work desk. His eyes were ravenous and his hands grabbed your tits.

“Mmmm…” he growled, “…you always insist on coming in here and distracting me…”

You couldn’t help but giggle as you propped yourself up on your elbows, watching him as he unbuttoned your jeans and pulled them from your legs. Putting one hand back on your breast, his other hand pressed to your pussy, rubbing you through your panties.

“Karl…” you moaned, arching your hips up, “I’m sorry…I just wanted…”

“…you wanted to fuck,” Karl interrupted, taking the fabric of your panties and pushing them between your wet folds, dragging it back and forth, teasing your sensitive clit. “Be careful, sweetheart,” he warned, “you know how long I can go once I get started…”

You tilted your head back and cried out as Karl dove between your legs and lapped at your pussy, your underwear a barrier between his tongue and euphoric bliss.

“Karl…” you whimpered, “take my panties off. I want to feel more of your mouth on me…”

Heisenberg chuckled against your cunt before pulling away, moving your drenched underwear back and forth through your pussy lips. You were damn near delirious, tears forming in your eyes. All you wanted was his mouth, his lips, his tongue…

“Please, Karl!” you shouted, pushing yourself up on your hands to look down at him.

Karl flashed you a grin as he pulled the panties aside. “Oh, I love hearing you beg…” And with that, he leaned in, his tongue attacking your clit with light flicks and long strokes.

You looked down at him, watching his mouth devour you. Your body trembled and your hips bucked against his face. Karl grunted and growled, feasting on your cunt like a starving wolf.

“Oh my god…yes…Karl, fuck me with your tongue…don’t stop…” you whimpered.

He shoved his index and middle finger inside of you, pumping in time to his tongue making teasing patterns over your clit.

Just as soon as he started, he pulled away, removing his fingers from inside you. A soft whine escaped your mouth before Karl’s fingers pushed past your lips.

“Suck your juices from my fingers,” he ordered, his dark eyes boring holes into yours, “and listen to me very carefully…”

You did as he asked, never taking your eyes from his as your tongue circled his fingers.

“I crave every fucking inch of your body every minute of every day. If I didn’t have an army to build, I would be balls deep inside of you constantly. Unfortunately, I have a job to do. And that job gets put on hold when you come in here with that delicious skin and intoxicating scent of yours. Then I cannot perform my tasks until I have emptied my cum into you at least three times and have made you cum more times than I can remember. You have every part of my being in your hands, sweetheart. And now, I will reduce you to a sweating, shuddering, dripping mess before finally getting back to work…”

Your tongue had stopped swirling long before he finished his monologue. This dangerous, intelligent, charismatic man owned you and was obsessed with you, and you felt the same way about him.

The two of you kept your eyes on each other as he made quick work of unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants, shoving them down and freeing his cock. “You’re mine,” he stated before pushing every inch of himself inside of you.

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ech0schamber · 1 year

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Hello do you still take requests for Bsd?

If you do would you mind writing one for either Poe, Fyodor, Ang, Kunikida or Akutagawa.

It can be a oneshots or headcannons I don't mind and yandere if you care comfortable with that.

Thanks for your time and no pressure with this!

hi!! sorry, but i don't do yandere content, but i'll gladly do some headcanons! you didn't specify what type of headcanons, so ill just do general relationship headcanons ^.^

☆Poe! he's an absolute sweetheart

☆will definitely buy you anything you want, he just wants his s/o to be happy

☆i can see him not exactly being a fan of pda, like, he wont stop you from holding his hand or giving him a kiss, but he will become incredibly flustered

☆in the beginning of your relationship, you will definitely see Karl dragging Poe towards you since he wouldn't stop mumbling about you and it was annoying Karl

☆you are Karl's parent now, and he claims your lap as a great napping place

☆speaking of naps, please make this man get some sleep, he overworks himself too much

☆doesn't care if he's the big spoon or little spoon, he just enjoys cuddling

☆fyodor. this man is mysterious to everyone, you are no exception

☆dont get me wrong, if you somehow end up in a relationship with him, you will know/understand him more than anyone else, but he still keeps some secrets from you. he is a terrorist after all

☆this seemingly emotionless man does have a soft spot for you tho, but its still probably not best to surprise him with hugs and such

☆its been stated in canon that he will gift a whole nation to the one he loves, so expect him to spoil you.. in his own way

☆doesn't like pda, but he does like when you hold his hand when your scared. its probably his ego tho

☆will let you cling to him in private, if thats the type of person you are. his only rule is that he can still do his work

☆good luck getting this man to be anything but a big spoon

☆another man who has a 'secret' soft spot for you

☆please drag this man away from his work. it may be very important work, but his health is even more important -and your need for affection-

☆another man who doesn't like pda, he wants to be professional in public

☆i can see him being an absolute sucker for kisses tho, you could probably kiss your way into getting him to do anything you want

☆probably won't tell you about his past, but you do eventually notice that he visits a cemetery pretty often. its probably not best to ask him, its still an open wound for him

☆very worried about your safety, could probably get a bit possessive without realizing it, but he just wants his s/o to be safe

☆hmm.. i see him as mostly being a big spoon, with the occasional small spoon when he's really stressed

(im so sorry if this doesnt fit him, his character is hard to read)

☆who doesn't love blondies

☆woo boy, i see him as having mixed feelings about pda. as long as it doesn't mess up his schedule, i cant see him having a problem with it

☆he actually doesn't scold you that often. he knows he can be a bit scary when he scolds certain people *cough cough Dazai cough cough* the only time he really scolds you is if you do something that severally hurts you

☆big cuddlier, but will only be the big spoon, he'll use some excuse like 'i need to protect you in case something happens' but in reality, he doesn't know how he'll react if he's the little spoon, mans not used to being cared for

☆will wake you up at 5am if it means keeping his schedule right. will buy you ice cream (or any treat of your liking) if you bother him enough as an apology tho

☆also, kind of a dumbass when it comes to feelings, you will have to confess to him first. he'll eventually get the hang of it

☆pretty boy

☆you somehow ended up in a relationship with an emo cat??

☆please give this boy time to warm up to this, he doesn't know how to handle it

☆you're one of the first people to find out about his illness (Gin was the first), he doesn't want you to worry about his coughing. it doesn't help, you end up worrying more

☆shy. but not in the 'uwu im so shy' way.. more like 'idfk what to do shy' he probably freezes up a lot

☆you will have to initiate everything. i promise that he does actually try, he's just so nervous that he's going to mess something up and you'll hate him bc of it

☆please reassure this boy, he is full of insecurities.

☆honestly, small spoon. he absolute adores the feeling of being held, its probably one of the only times he fully relaxes.

☆god forbid if someone ever hurts you, he will hunt them down. please scold him (lightly) when he comes home covered in blood, that shit is not easy to get out of clothing

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hope you enjoy this! <3 please feel free to request more

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look-at-the-soul · 1 year

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Easter egg hunt

Tommy Shelby x reader (blurb)

🐣 🐰 I wrote this in one sit and it’s pure fluff 🤭

Y/N tried to catch her breath after chasing the kids around the stables, she was so grateful for the fresh glass of lemonade Ada offered.

“Charlie is getting so big.”

“Have you seen Karl?” She chuckled throwing a glance at the Shelby cousins. Each kid had so much of their fathers, both women complained of carrying them inside for months only for them to look just like their dads.

“Do you think these will be enough?” Polly joined them followed by Frances who brought a second tray of sandwiches.

“As long as you keep my brothers off those, it will be enough for the children.” Ada laughed.

They were doing an Egg hunt for Easter this year and after spending weeks collecting and decorating one by one with different colors and filling them with little piece of candies before covering them with bright papers.

“Ugh, those bloody eggs… if I see one more after today…” Esme arrived flopping into the nearest chair, she was severely pregnant and everyone keep betting the baby would be a boy.

After finishing their task, all the Shelby brothers demanded to not eat a single egg in a few weeks.

“Everything is ready for the kids Mrs. Shelby.” Frances announced.

“Perfect, I’ll go get my nephews.” Polly disappeared into Arrow House.

Y/N asked Frances to get the children, but she wasn’t able to hide her disappointment as Arthur, John, Finn and Johnny Dogs joined them outside, except for Tommy as they mentioned he decided to check some paperwork.

Soon the little giggles and squeals from the Shelby kids filled her heart as they started running around looking for the eggs hidden under the bushes, behind the flower pots of even inside the fountain.

She particularly loved the look in Charlie’s face when he found the little candies inside his first egg.

As Esme was comforting Katie because she still hadn’t found one, Y/N stood up determined to walk in and drag Tommy from his office. It was a Sunday and she wanted to have the entire family together to enjoy it.

But to her surprise, he was leaning against the front door, with his characteristic cigarette unlit between his lips, the sleeves of his immaculate white shirt rolled up and a breathtaking smile that he usually had reserved only for the private moments between them decorating his face.

He had been watching the egg hunt from afar.

“I was about to make you come outside.” Y/N wrapped her arms around his torso.

“I knew you would, so I saved you the trip to my office.” Tommy winked, saving in his memory the images of his entire family gathered having a lovely moment.

Thoughts of how this was pretty much what he had been looking for were running inside his mind, watching the kids barefoot, giggling, he was willing to give anything for that.

“Saved you one… it’s special.”

“Yeah?” Tommy couldn’t remember having his own egg for Easter, his eyes were fixed in the delicate shell.

Covering his hand, Y/N couldn’t keep hiding the huge smile from her face. “You need to break it, sweetheart.”

Smashing it with his hand, Tommy found a small paper inside among the confetti.

Can’t wait to meet you, daddy! - it read.

Tommy couldn’t believe it, it took him several seconds just staring at the handwritten note. After Charlie, they had to deal with a few losses that caused a severe damage to their marriage, but they surfed the high waves with patience and decided to focus on what they had, so this was a total surprise.

“It’s been so hard to keep it from you, but I wanted to make sure everything was alright.”

His arms where around his wife in a tight embrace, feeling grateful, blessed, thinking how good his life actually was.

“This is the best news I’ve had in a long time, love.”

To his own surprise, he took Y/N by the waist to spin her around, showering her face with feather-like kisses when he stopped, feeling his love expanding without limits.

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A/N: Just because 🤷🏻‍♀️

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