Congrats On 300!! For The Blurbs () Thingy: I Was Thinking About Sadboy Jonathan Saying Something Like:

congrats 🥳 on 300!! for the blurbs (💕) thingy: i was thinking about sadboy jonathan saying something like: "If there was ever anybody meant for me, it's you." xx

a/n: thank you so much for the request <3 i hope you like it :) love jon. the saddest. the baddest. the maddest.

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pairing: sadboy yan jonathan crane x reader

tw: kidnapping, swearing. yan angst obsessive jonathan.

The window rattled in its frame as you slammed your fist against it, and you couldn’t help but feel mocked by the dull, hollow bang that sounded through the room as you failed to break through. You could feel the quiver of the glass in your bones.

Looking at the wall of glass before you made rage bubble in your chest. It was the only thing separating your punch from Jonathan’s unflinching face.

You whipped around, shaking out your arm as pain radiated off your flexing knuckles. Jonathan’s gaze bore into your back, burning with a ferocity akin to the heat occupying your cheeks as your skin flushed with frustration. Unconsciously, you rolled your shoulders, trying to shake off his stare. It didn’t work. He was always watching.

“It’ll take more than that to break it.” His voice was infuriating and dangerously calm.

“But… you knew that, didn’t you?” His eyes flickered toward the splintered remnants of what was once a chair in the corner of your room.

Your muscles ached as you recalled how you’d smashed it into the wall for the better part of half an hour, the deafening cracks of the wood still ringing in your ears. Jonathan had just stood, observing.

His placidity was enough to make you scream.

You paced like a caged animal. You weren’t far from a caged animal, thrown in here by Jonathan. Your grey little cell, somewhere in the asylum’s basement.

You sighed, pressing your cheek against the cool wall. You had tried. You had really, really tried. You had fought until your muscles were fatigued and screamed until your lungs felt like they were going to give out. You knocked your forehead twice against the wall. Your simmering anger was giving way to sadness and exhaustion.

You buried your face in your hands, sniffling. It was all too much.

“Don’t.” His voice made you start a little, and his slightly harsh, commanding tone almost made you want to listen. You pushed that instinct aside, ignoring him, a cracking sob escaping your lips.

“Stop. No, don’t do that.” He sounded panicked. You turned toward him, and his eyebrows furrowed as he shifted, swallowing thickly as he looked at your red-rimmed eyes. He looked anxious. Almost a little hurt. “This is good for us. I did good for us.”

“Oh, fuck off.” You barked out a miserable laugh, sinking to the floor. “How could this possibly be good?” You spat, glaring up at him before dropping your head, digging the heels of your palms into your eyes.

After what felt like an eternity of quiet, the swing of the door cut through the silence. You heard Jon’s footsteps as he approached you, and you could sense his presence as he stood over you, watching as you sat wilted on the floor below him.

Slowly, he moved next to you, pulling you close. His arms enveloped you, pressing you to his chest as he rested his chin on your head.

Every cell in your body screamed at you to take your chance. To wrestle him off you, push past him and run out the door.

But you were exhausted. You could barely build up the energy to look at him.

“Why are you doing this to me?” You mumbled against his chest, voice hollow and soft.

“I love you.” He spoke, hand running through your hair. The touch turned your skin to ice.

"No, you don't." You sighed, trying to push yourself away. He tightened his grip. “You don’t do these things to people you love.”

“I’m doing this because I love you.” He cooed, the gentle lilt of his voice making your head swim. “I care. I’m doing this for your own good. You’re safe here-”

“Stop." You squirmed against him, his arms digging into your ribs as he held you. “This isn’t love, you don’t know about love-"

“I know that when you love something, you hold onto it.”

“Until you crush it?” You rasped, wriggling out of his grasp. You let your head hang, your gaze trained on the ground, away from him. His hands circled your wrists, clamping tightly around each one.

The two of you were suspended in silence, punctuated only by your shuddering breaths.

“I don’t love you.” You whispered, mustering whatever strength you had left to lift your head. You shook your head, staring into his eyes, a clear, cruel blue.

His hands tightened around your arms.

“Then you’ll learn.” His voice was possessed by a determination that stung. “If there was anybody meant for me, it’s you. I can’t let you go. I won’t.”

You screwed your eyes shut, defeat singing through your body like an ache. You couldn’t bear to look up. He pulled you closer again, running his hand up and down your back, trying to reassure you.

“I hate you.” You whispered, voice muffled against his shirt.

“That’ll pass.”

‘and we walk after’ part III // Michael Gray

SUMMARY: an addiction warrants a loss of sound mind. and when blood stains his hands from the withdrawals of his cure, Michael Gray’s obsession is the price to pay for cocaine… and his life.

WARNING: cursing, drugs use, drug abuse, addiction, OD, murder, violence and blood.

A/N: if you enjoy this, please let me know. I’d love to hear from the readers. and if you wish to be tagged, let me know as well. my goodness. thank you. also… a gigantic thank you to @caelys​ because she has been with me throughout this entire time. she has listened to me go on about the plots, the moments, everything… thank you, dearie. it means the world. 

PART  I     PART  II

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The Guard and The Princess Masterlist

Masterlist

Knight!Jason Todd x Princess!Fem!Reader

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WC: 21,100 (atm)

All Warnings: mutual pinning, low spice, angst, small talk of homophobia, misogyny, child abuse, discrimination of status, mild-language, talk of assassination, jump cuts, violence, fluff, mild language,

Synopsis:

The Princess of Noreska, the heir to one of the most powerful thrones in the world. Know for her beauty, elegance, and grace. Little do they know she is one of the most stubborn, unladylike, princess anyone has ever met. But, for some reason, her guard loves that about her, a grave mistake for the both of them. But what happens when she is going to debut into society and soon to be married? Especially when tension is already high with reports of anarchy to the crown.

Chapter Index:

Teaser / Chapter 1 / Chapter 2 / Chapter 3 / Chapter 4 / Chapter 5 / Chapter 6 / Chapter 7 / Chapter 8 / Chapter 9 / Chapter 10 / (wip)

Innocent (Part Two)

Pairing: Thomas Shelby x Reader

Words: 2,173

Warning: Arranged Marriage; Fluff; Angst; Age Gap

Requested: Yes!

Tag List Update: I will reblog this post with the new tag list tomorrow. I need to work my way through it as I had many requests to join on the post and via messenger. Sorry about that!

The fire crackled before you and you couldn’t help but stare into the flames while snuggling against the soft pillows on your large cedar bed.

How could you have ended up in a situation like this, you wondered? Lonely in this large mansion with several maids, a young boy and a much older husband who didn’t show an interest in you.

It’s been one month since you moved into his house and married this stranger and he had barely spoken to you even after you exchanged your vows.

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a little leeway and a lot of restraint - thomas shelby x reader

pairing: thomas shelby x reader

word count: 2.3k i think!

warnings: explicit smut, shotgunning, breathplay (slight), name calling (whore, slut, love, flower) degradation (slight), d/s dynamic (squint nd you miss it kinda thing) MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 18+ ONLY

disclaimer: this is my original work! i do not consent to the writing being reposted, copied or translated on other sites or on here by anyone

born from a convo between me and a friend that spiralled very far!!!! @sunkissssd enjoyyy

tommy made it a point not to involve you in the business, whether illegal or legal, nothing with any of the businesses touched you.

you were his flower, his delicate girl who was never to venture out when he said the words, ‘stay inside, i mean it.’ it was for your safety, not that you didn’t know marrying a man with as much ambition as thomas shelby wouldn’t infringe on your safety, but for his peace of mind, and for your safety, you’d listen to anything he said.

still, tommy allowed you your freedom. if you wanted to go shopping, out with your friends, or over to the flower shop you co-owned, you could leave at any time; he only asked that you take one of his brothers or isaiah.  

over time, tommy was comfortable enough to do some work in front of you, mostly so that he could have you come into his office and watch him work while trying not to interrupt.

it might be cruel, but he loved watching your cross your legs just as he lit a cigarette, the tobacco coating the room as he inhaled and exhaled evenly, clouds of smoke hanging gently in the air before breaking apart; and with each drag of the fag, you shifted, sinking into the leather of the cushions, trying your best not to whine or make too much noise to pull his attention completely away from his work.

today though, tommy felt more cruel than usual and was working late at night, the moon high and bright, and as he lit his third cigarette you opened the office door, smiling softly before taking your seat.

“what are you doin’ in here, eh? thought i left you asleep?” his words were slightly muffled around the cigarette, smoke billowing from his lips.

“bed got cold thomas. how much longer are you working for?” your voice was low and groggy with sleep but tommy found it absolutely sexy how sultry it made you sound.

“about an hour,” he took a long drag then, listening to you inhale with him before smiling. “c’mere flower, on my lap.”

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Pairing: Tommy Shelby x Adeline Taylor (OC)

Warnings: period typical sexism, series typical violence, period typical views of PTSD, canon suicide attempt, angst, period typical racism, smut, blood & gore, brief non-graphic descriptions of assault

Summary: Adeline Taylor has a heart-to-heart conversation with Alfie. They drink a lot.

Word Count: 2951

A/N: I know, I know. I left you with an awful cliffhanger last time.

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