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theres-an-impulstor-among-us · 4 years ago

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Now that team ITS is playing Phasmophobia on stream (I mean they are when I am sending this) can we get ghost hunters team ZITS?! I'd love to see the full team of morons (affectionate) dealing with ghosts.

I love Team ZITS so much, they’re such morons (affectionate). Just a few notes for this one:

1) CW: swearing

2) This loosely takes place in Phasmophobia. Some details are different/altered to fit the story better

3) Also I would just like to clarify that even though they reference playing Among Us, all my fics are set in the fictional world. I will never write about the real people, only their Hermitcraft characters/personas.

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“Okay, guys.” Impulse addresses his team in the back of their van, handing out pieces of equipment as he talks. “We’ve got a poltergeist living in this house right here. Our job is to get evidence and get the hell out before it kills us. Any questions?”

Zedaph raises his hand. “Yes, what happens if it kills us?”

“We die,” Tango says wryly. “Permanently. So don’t get killed.”

“I guarantee at least one of us isn’t getting outta here alive,” Skizzleman remarks. “And all the times we played Among Us is telling me it’s gonna be Tango.”

Tango shoots him a scowl. “Hey!”

“Well, if you really don’t wanna die first, find some kind of electrical room and send Impulse there,” snickers Skizzleman.

Impulse rolls his eyes. “Thanks, Skizz. Anyway, we only have one piece of equipment each so we gotta make sure we work together. Skizz, you’ve got the camera to take pictures of the ghost. Tango, you’ve got the EMF reader so you can gauge the strength of ghostly presences. Zed, you’ve got the temperature tracker so you can check when the rooms get freezing. Everyone understand?”

“What have you got, exactly?” Skizzleman inquires.

Impulse holds up the item in his hand. “A flashlight that doubles as a UV light. I’m the one who’s gonna go first into each room and probably get killed in, like, ten seconds.”

“A true hero,” says Zedaph, nodding.

“And don’t forget that the instructions say that if the flashlight beam starts to blink, that means the ghost is hunting,” Tango adds. “We should stick close to you so we know when to panic.”

“Gotcha.”

The team makes their way towards the dark, dilapidated house.

“Man, the only way this could be more stereotypically creepy is if it had cobwebs in the windows,” mutters Skizzleman. “I dunno about you guys but I have zero trouble believing a ghost lives here.”

Impulse pauses outside the house, glancing back at his friends. “Okay, the name of the ghost is William Thomas. And it said in the instructions that saying a ghost’s name will anger it, so try not to do that.”

With that, the four creep into the house.

They tiptoe into the first room in the house, Impulse shining his flashlight hesitantly around to make sure they’re alone. He switches to the UV light but no fingerprints show up anywhere.

“Hey, have you guys heard that song about Shia LaBeouf being a cannibal?” Zedaph asks out of the blue.

His friends stare at him.

“No I haven’t, and also, what the hell?” says Tango.

“I’ve heard it,” Skizzleman says. “What made you think of it NOW of all times?”

“I was just thinking about how the ghost might be a cannibal and eat our bodies when it kills us, and that made me think of that song and now it’s stuck in my head.”

A pause follows this.

“Aaaaand now it’s stuck in mine too,” Skizzleman sighs. “Great. Thanks.”

“The image of a ghost feasting on our corpses is stuck in MY head and now I don’t want to move,” Tango says. “So thanks for that, Zed.”

Zedaph grins to himself. “Anytime.”

A tense pause follows this.

BANG!

Skizzleman screams. “AHHH, WHAT WAS THAT?!”

Impulse, heart now racing, instinctively shines his light towards the source of the noise. “I think it came from upstairs! Tango, Skizz, go check it out!”

“Why me?!” yelps Skizzleman.

“Because you’ve got the camera! Now go!”

Tango drags a protesting Skizzleman away towards the stairs.

“Okay, while they’re doing that, let’s start eliminating rooms as the epicentre,” says Impulse to his remaining friend. “Keep the temperature tracker up.”

Zedaph nods. “Will do.”

The two start exploring the downstairs rooms. The kitchen and dining room show no signs of paranormal activity but when they enter the living room, something changes.

“I’m cold,” Zedaph whispers, the temperature tracker trembling slightly in his hand. “It says three degrees. Not quite freezing yet.”

“Right, okay… Stay here and monitor the temperature, I’ll go check for handprints by the stairs.”

He moves off into the hallway and shines the UV light around at the staircase.

Upstairs, Skizzleman is clutching the camera so tightly that his knuckles are turning white. “Oh my god, I hate this so much. I feel like I’m gonna have a damn heart attack.”

Ignoring him, Tango activates his walkie talkie. “Impulse, can you hear me?”

“I hear you,” comes Impulse’s crackly voice. “Found anything?”

“Nothing yet. We’re just having a look around.”

“Okay, good. Remember, saying the ghost’s name a lot will make it mad so if you want to aggravate it a bit to get evidence, do that. But make sure you don’t say it too much or it’ll REALLY get angry.”

Tango nods. “Gotcha. Talk to you later.”

He puts away the walkie talkie and turns to Skizzleman, who is staring around the dark room with fearful eyes. “H-Hello, Mr William Thomas? Or, uh… Bill? Can I call you Bill?”

He gets no response from the ghost, so he tries again: “Hey William, do you play Minecraft?”

Tango stifles a laugh.

A few seconds later, a heavy-looking lamp in the corner tips over and falls all on its own, nearly crushing Skizzleman.

Impulse glances sharply up as he hears Skizzleman scream. He immediately hears Tango’s loud voice reassuring him, so he forces himself to relax. Nothing bad is happening. His friends are okay, they’re just a little on-edge, like Impulse himself. He just needs to relax.

Inhaling deeply, he takes out the plastic water bottle he brought with him. As he sips at the cool water, he hears Skizzleman’s voice yelling from the upstairs bedroom: “HEY BILL, FUCK OFF!”

Tango’s voice shrieks back, “SKIZZ, DON’T PISS OFF THE GHOST WHO’S TRYING TO KILL US!”

“IF HE’S TRYING TO KILL US ANYWAY THEN WHY CAN I NOT TELL HIM TO GO FUCK HIMSELF?”

Impulse chokes on his water.

“Impulse, I think Skizz is freaking out,” says Zedaph, peering round the door. “And I’m starting to freak out too. The temperature went below zero, like, six times in a few minutes.”

“Right, okay, that’s one piece of evidence collected,” Impulse says. “Two more to go, then we can get outta here.”

As Zedaph opens his mouth to respond, they both hear a loud thumping noise and Skizzleman screaming.

His heart leaping into his throat, Impulse and Zedaph dash upstairs at top speed and both almost trip right over Skizzleman on the landing.

“Skizz, what the hell?!” yelps Impulse.

Lying face down on the carpet, Skizzleman is glad it’s dark so the others can’t tell how red his cheeks are. “I… tripped over my own feet.”

“Oh, I hate you so much.” Impulse hauls his best friend to his feet. “Please tell me you have some more evidence for me.”

“I got a level 5 reading,” Tango says, standing in the doorway to the bedroom.

“Okay, good, that counts. We got freezing temperatures downstairs, so now we just gotta look for-.”

He breaks off as an ominous noise sounds from downstairs.

The group stare at each other in terror.

“Please tell me that was just someone’s stomach,” Skizzleman groans.

Impulse’s flashlight beam starts blinking.

“Run!” Impulse screeches.

The four scatter.

Skizzleman and Zedaph dash inside the bedroom and jump into the closet, both breathing hard. They fall silent, listening intently for any sounds outside the closet.

A minute goes by. Then another. Then a few more.

“So,” whispers Zedaph. “Come here often?”

Skizzleman can’t help a quiet snicker, despite the situation. “No, I really don’t. What about you?”

“Well, oddly enough, this isn’t my first time hiding from a ghost in a stranger’s wardrobe.”

“That genuinely does not surprise me one bit.”

Zedaph’s walkie talkie emits a sudden burst of static, giving the two a fright. “Zed, come in. Where are you guys?”

Zedaph fumbles with the device and hurriedly whispers into it, “Impulse, I think the ghost is still nearby.”

“Nope it’s not. It’s currently having a very intense staring contest with Tango, so we could do with your help right now.”

Zedaph and Skizzleman exchange a look of horror.

Downstairs, Tango has been backed into a corner, frozen with fear as he makes terrified eye contact with the gruesome poltergeist, who is less than three metres away from him. “Impy,” he whispers out the corner of his mouth. “Help me.”

Impulse dithers by the door, itching to go help his best friend but unsure of exactly how to do that without getting one or both of them killed.

Zedaph and Skizzleman appear next to Impulse seconds later. “Can we distract the ghost in any way?” the former asks urgently, as Skizzleman takes a picture of the spirit.

Impulse hesitates. “I-I don’t know how we’d do that.”

“Well, we have to do something! We can’t just let it kill Tango!”

The poltergeist moves jerkily to the side, causing Tango to let out a strangled cry and press his back harder against the wall. “Help!”

Reacting quickly, Skizzleman snatches the temperature tracker from Zedaph and tosses it at the ghost. It passes right through its body, nearly hitting Tango.

“Hey, William fucking Thomas, stay the hell away from my buddy!” Skizz yells at it.

“Dude!” Impulse yelps, as the poltergeist turns on them. “RUN!”

The three scramble for the door.

Tango, seeing his chance, dodges around the ghost and follows, almost tripping over at least twice as he does.

Skizzleman again trips over his own feet on the concrete pathway, and since he’s at the front of the group, the other three promptly fall over him and end up in a heap on the ground, panting hard from fear and exertion.

“Oh my God,” gasps out Impulse. “Is everyone okay?”

Zedaph sticks his thumb up. “Very much below average, thanks.”

“My heart is about to die but yeah, I’m fine,” Skizzleman breathes. “I’m gonna have nightmares about this for months.”

“Months?!” Tango is lying sprawled on his back, his heart still pounding in his chest. “Dude, I’m never gonna sleep well again.”

Impulse pushes himself into a sitting position and watches the ghost float around angrily in the front doorway. “Looks like he can’t leave the house. PLEASE tell me we got three pieces of evidence.”

At the same time, all three of the others speak:

“Temperature,” says Zedaph.

“Photo,” says Skizzleman.

“EMF reading,” says Tango.

“Right, then.” Impulse gets to his feet and opens up the back of the van. “Let’s get going. We can process the evidence in the van.”

Skizzleman is the next to stand up and come to the back of the van. Rubbing his chest, he raises an eyebrow at Impulse. “Dude, we are DEFINITELY stopping at Taco Bell on the way home. We DESERVE Taco Bell.”

Impulse chuckles. “Oh, you’ll hear no argument from me there, dude.”

As Zedaph hops into the back of the van, he grins back at his friends. “Now that was what I call a Shia Surprise.”

Impulse frowns and starts to open his mouth but Skizzleman shakes his head. “Don’t even ask, bro.”

Finally, Tango hands the EMF reader to Impulse and wordlessly starts to head to the front of the van but Impulse stops him. “Tango, are you okay? I-I’m sorry I couldn’t help you more in there.”

Tango slowly shakes his head. “It’s fine, don’t worry. I’m just a little shaken up, that’s all.” He gives a pale grin. “Just promise me that next time we get the urge to do something stupid with the paranormal that we’ll use a oujia board like normal people.”

Impulse laughs. After that experience, he’s just happy his friends are all okay.

“Deal.”

#impulsesv #tangotek #skizzleman #zedaph #team zits #hermitcraft #phasmophobia #cw swearing #Vaunna writes

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spookybreadstick · 4 years ago

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HIII BREADSTICK!!!

I’ve got curious...

How was the first time that EJ got too hungry?

Hope you doing well!! Love you 🖤❤️💜🤍💚💙🧡💜🖤💜❤️

-dancing parrot 🐦🎶

AHHH THIS GOT BURIED BUT I FOUND IT!!!! I hope you like it, sorry that it’s so late!! (Love you & hope you’re doing good as well!!)

I had two ideas for this ask, but I decided to go with EJ’s very first time he got too hungry, back before he was at the mansion (my other idea was the first time this happened while at the mansion, but maybe that’ll be a story for a different time).

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⚠️ WARNING: This is very disturbing. This is probably the most disturbing I’ll be willing to go in terms of creepypasta ⚠️

I’ll put the warnings after the emojis and then the story below a cut so you can choose whether to skip this entirely or read the warnings to see if it’s okay for you. In comparison with other creepypasta writers, this is probably very tame but for me personally and the stuff I typically write on here, it’s a bit extreme, so fair warning either way.

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If you have easily triggered emetophobia, don’t read!

Trigger/content warnings: description of animal death and consumption, v*miting, description of human death, cannibalism, amnesia/memory loss, losing track of time, human becoming animalistic, mental state deteriorating, uncontrollable urges, overall dark content

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At first, when he came to these woods, he had tried to feed himself berries and nuts. But his body rejected it. He knew that it was important to eat, and his body was crying out for it, but he couldn't feed it. Anything he ate was simply expelled. So, he had to take more drastic measures. A squirrel, that was the first thing. Squirrels were stupid and easy to catch. (Now rabbits were much harder. They always seemed to know when he was near and stayed far way from him). He had caught a squirrel with a little trap he had rigged, and then he... well, he couldn't quite remember. He might have cooked it. Or tried to. Oh yes, he did cook the squirrel over a small fire. Yes, that's right, because it didn't sit well with him. The cooked meat. His body didn't expel it, but it didn't really accept it either. It took away the edge of his gnawing hunger, but it didn't help much. He needed more.

He caught many more squirrels after that, hoping that maybe this time, the squirrel meat would help him feel better. The hunger, the deep hunger in his belly, it hurt. And then there was a day, a period of several days actually, where there was a dry spell. He couldn't find any squirrels. He grew weak from the hunger. Where were the squirrels? He had stumbled through the woods looking for them. There had to be more to eat in these woods.

And then he happened upon a raccoon. Or maybe it was a badger. A beaver, maybe? It was an animal, at any rate. Larger than a squirrel. And he had meant to cook it, really he had, but there was no time. He had really run out of time, and time barely existed out in these woods anyhow. But there just wasn't time to set a fire and he had quite forgotten how to. There was only one thing on his mind, and that was eating. NOW.

So he had devoured the thing. Ate everything right then and there. And finally, finally, the pain in his stomach went away. And that was how it began. The business of eating things raw. Squirrels and rabbits and deer and all sorts of other creatures that scurried about. He got so hungry when he didn't, then after a point he stopped caring at all that it was raw. He forgot that it was even a problem. Who cared if he ate things raw? Was there even another option? He didn't know. He just knew that the raw meat was enough to keep the hunger away, and to keep him from growing weak.

But there was something else, something more to the hunger than what was in his belly. There was a hunger that came from the deepest part of him. A hunger that boiled in his blood and cried out from his bones. This hunger wasn't satisfied even when his belly was full. It bothered him all the time, but he didn't know what it was. It made him dizzy sometimes, that deep hunger, dizzy with the sheer intensity of his cravings. Cravings for what, though? What could he be craving? He didn't know until after it had happened.

It was nighttime. He had heard a noise, and something in him told him that he needed to find its source. He stumbled blindly into a clearing, and there was something glowing. A fire, yes that's what it was. He had forgotten about fires. He had made a noise then, a noise that expressed his delight at the re-discovery of fire. But this had alerted another creature. The creature had stepped out of it's dwelling, whatever it was, and froze completely when it saw him. And then....

Well, then it was terrible. He couldn't remember exactly what had happened. One minute, the creature was there, standing across from him on the other side of the fire. And the next minute, the creature was pinned beneath him. It had writhed and screamed and struggled. It was much more difficult than any other creature. But in the very next minute, it was all over.

He returned to his cave for the night, and in the morning, he woke up feeling better than he could ever remember feeling. He felt focused and his thoughts were more collected than they had been before. He remembered that he was Jack. The name had felt familiar before, but like it belonged to somebody else. But now he knew that he was Jack.

Jack sat up and looked around, slowly blinking. His memory came flooding back to him, and the anguish of remembering how this "new him" came to be washed over his body. He hung his head and noticed the blood on his hands. There was blood everywhere. A cold dread crept over him as he realized that it was not his blood. He wished with every ounce of his strength that it was from an animal, but he knew better. The taste of.... it was still on his tongue. Jack couldn't bring himself to say what it really was, not even to himself. Not even in his own thoughts could he admit the atrocity that he had committed. Jack had a fleeting thought that it had tasted somewhat like pork, and he immediately gagged in disgust with himself. He hunched over and retched and retched, trying to bring it up, the horrific contents of his stomach, but nothing happened. It had settled happily in his stomach, and that deep gnawing hunger had been satisfied. Horrified, Jack howled out in emotional anguish and he didn't stop. He screamed and screamed until his body gave out.

When his body gave out, throat raw from all the screams, he finally became aware of another being in his presence. An incredibly tall and pale being, with a face devoid of any noticeable facial features. It was staring at him. Jack braced himself for death by the hands of this creature (a monster killed by another monster, how fitting) but was surprised when the hand of the creature reached out to him.

'Come with me,' the creature said, "I will help you."

#trigger warning #content warning #warnings are listed above the cut #read at your own risk #🤍Eyeless Jack/EJ🤍#🤍EJ🤍#eyeless jack creepypasta #eyeless jack #tw eyeless jack #🤍Eyeless Jack🤍#🤍 EJ 🤍#creepypasta #creepypasta writing #spookybreadstick

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bloomyn · 5 years ago

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hhShshusushWiu ur writing is gorgeous and beautiful I wish I could write like u 👿 could you write me a scenario of the pillars in a modern day au college or high school (it don’t matter g) with a foreign exchange student who is super nice and cute and innocent friendly etc and maybe them developing a crush on them 👉👈 then one day they invite them to do a tik tok dance with them and theN THEY JUST THROW IT BACK or body roll and the pillar is just LIKe o\\\o AhahHHAHA it’s a weird req but ty!

a/n: ahhh you’re too sweet omg !!! this request was so much fun to write LOL,,all i could think about was the pillars tryna catch it while you threw it back N E WAY,,hope you enjoy :)

when you had arrived in japan through your study abroad program you hadn’t expected to make too many friends. you were there to study, to get you’re degree and go back home. but, um, spoiler alert: nothing ever goes the way you planned.

walking through campus halls you went through your mental checklist

showered? check

finished your modern lit assignment? check

actually packed your lunch? che- oh

you mentally rolled your eyes. you hadn’t exactly planned to spend money today but it was fine, as long as you didn’t get something to drink tomorrow morning. besides, you were meeting up with your friends later and they insisted on keeping you pretty well fed. you smiled at the thought of your friend group, loud? yes. loving? double yes. whatever that meant.

“[l/n] - chan!” someone shouted from behind you. turning your head you were met with three familiar faces. grinning you started walking towards the group.

“good morning kocho-san, rengoku-san, shinazu-’

the silver haired student flicked your forehead, “oi [l/n] - chan how many times have we told you to drop the honorifics you brat.”

you laughed, shooting him a smile, “ah sorry sanemi!”

the other two rolled their eyes at sanemis antics. “you’re too cute for your own good you know [l/n]?” shinobu said, hooking her arm through yours.

you sighed, “i never know what you mean by that you know.”

meanwhile behind you, rengoku was trying to laugh at his friends pathetic attempts at flirting.

“shut.up. before i rip your hair off.”

the other man only snickered, “i’m pretty sure abusing your crush’s forehead isn’t a top ten flirting tactic - OW!”

you and shinobu turned around to see sanemi trying to beat rengoku into the linoleum floors. hurriedly you ran to sanemis side, pulling at his arm. while shinobu laughed into her arm. realizing that it was you gripping his bicep (he’d have to process that later) sanemi released the other man (who by the way was perfectly fine).

“sanemi you really have to stop picking fights with everyone you know.” you chided, brushing his shoulders off. he turned away from your innocently pouting face, “yeah.yeah. i will.”

“funny how you say that everytime but never follow through.” a new voice popped up, breaking you two apart.

obanai and mitsuri walked up, joining the group and you could feel the annoyance practically vibrating off of sanemis body.

you rolled your eyes, “can i just go to class please?”

----

you groaned, taking your seat at the lunch table your friends had claimed.

“is everything alright [l/n].”

you peered up at gyomei’s figure, “modern lit was just a bit annoying.but i feel better now!.”

ah how cute the older student thought.

soon enough the rest of your friends had made their way to the table and wrapped you in conversations and dumb jokes.

“oh [l/n] i forgot to show you!.” mitsuri hopped out of her seat and came up behind you, shoving her phone in your face. pressing play on the tiktok. you flushed red as the video continued, the two dancers on the screen comfortably rolling their bodies to the music.

“ah - i...”

the group broke out in laughter, even giyuu managed to crack a smile.

“please will you try it [l/n]?” mitsuri chirped

“oh i don’t know--”

“if you’re worried about the partner thing i already roped sanemi into it since he beat me up earlier.” rengoku smirked, and it wasn’t like sanemi was going to say no to having you dance in front of him

you froze.

ah this was quite the predicament wasnt it? well, it wasn’t like you didnt have a few private drafts saved of the exact same dance anyway.

“sure, we can try.”

after a few minutes of learning the dance, sanemi reluctantly stood up. i mean, it wasn’t like you were actually going to, you know

the others gathered behind the phone. you pressed the self timer and ran to a blushing sanemi. and then the music started.

the first few moves were simple, nothing to extravagant, but the next move...

okay it wasn’t like you hadn’t practiced throwing it back in the privacy of your own dorm. and you definitely weren’t bad at it.

so when you flawlessly rolled your body down and arched your back up, everyone froze. you only realized the effects of you actions when sanemi didn’t continue the dance and instead had opted to crouch down and bury his face in his hands.

“s-sanemi?”

obanai was the first to recover, laughing as you waved a hand in front of sanemis face.

“ i think you broke him [l/n] “

“ i didnt mean too--”

“ WHERE? WHAT?” mitsuri shrieked, “AH L/N! WHERE DID YOU LEARN TO DO THAT!”

you laughed nervously. the rest of your friends had erupted into chatter asking you questions, when had you learned to do that? what else were you hiding behind that sweet exterior?

but sanemi still hadn’t gotten up.

you took his hands in yours, “sanemi are you okay.”

shyly, he nodded, gripping your hands even harder.

----

“i still can’t believe he managed to ask you out after that.”

“HEY!”

you bit the inside of your lip and smiled, bringing yourself closer to sanemis body. he took your hand in his and kissed you knuckles.

“i thought it was cute.” you murmured against his chest.

“stop being gross!” uzui said, flicking a fry toward the both of you. “its very cute that you found love but also gross!”

somehow you too had managed to work the whole long distance thing out and for the next couple weeks you were able to stay in japan, it was “for work” you had told your boss.

you embraced the warmth of your friends and your lover, maybe you hadn’t expected this in the beginning but your glad your ‘study only party never’ plans had been foiled

...and that tiktok had managed to get you date with your future husband.

----

requests : open

#sanemi x reader #sanemi imagine #demonslayer #pillars x reader #tiktok #kimetsu no yaiba x reader #kny x reader #kimetsu no yaiba

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nineteenninety-six · 5 years ago

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Would you every write something where Adam is a big brother/ the reader is pregnant again?

Word Count: 2477

This ended up being way longer than I expected lol.

BIG BROTHER

It was an abnormally warm day in the middle of March and (Y/N) had managed to convince Tommy to come out for the day along with her and Adam, wanting to make the most of the warmth before it got chilly and wet again. Tommy took them to a national park about an hour away from Warwickshire and now they were slowly strolling through the park, Adam a few feet ahead of them stopping every few minutes to poke at something on the ground.

“We should do this more often. I think he’s quite lonely back in Warwickshire, I know he likes it when he’s with his cousins in Birmingham.” (Y/N) said, a smile on her face as she looked at her son.

“He’s not gonna be by himself for long is he. He’s gonna be a big brother”

(Y/N) bit her lip as she rested her hand against her stomach, she had found out she was pregnant again a few weeks ago and spent the time since wondering how she was going to break the news to Adam.

“How do you think he’ll take it?” Her hand sought out Tommy’s, looking for comfort.

Tommy snorted, “He’s four, it doesn’t really matter.”

“Of course it matters! I don’t want him to think he’s getting pushed out or replaced.” (Y/N) snapped back, not appreciating Tommy’s dismissive attitude.

“There’s no correct way of breaking the news to your kid that they’re gonna a big sibling, every child is different so don’t overthink it.” Tommy squeezed her hand.

(Y/N) nodded, she knew Tommy was right but she couldn’t stomach the thought of Adam being upset.

“What was it like for you? You remember when your mum was pregnant with Ada and Finn right?”

“I was seven when Ada was born and eighteen when Finn was born but we already had John by then so I was used to it. I was only five when John was born so I don’t remember much.” Tommy brought they joined hands up and kissed the back of (Y/N)’s hand, apologetic that he couldn’t help much.

“We’ll just wing it and hope for the best I guess” (Y/N) breathed out, unable to believe her own words.

Adam finds something on the ground and picks it up before running back to his parents, desperate to share it with his parents,

“Mama! Dada! Look what I found!” The four year old had a big smile on his face, excited about what he had found.

“Mama look!” Adam lifts up his hand, showing his mother what he had picked up.

“Ahhh!” (Y/N) screeched once she saw what it was, jumping back in mix of shock and fear.

Right there in Adam’s hand was a frog and the four year old didn’t understand why his mother reacted the way she did.

“Mama look, a frog!” Adam stepped forward, determined on making his mother look at it up close.

“I see it baby but you need to put it back so it can stay with its family” (Y/N) had a nervous smile on her face, still quite a distance away from her son and the frog.

Adam had a pout on his face but jumped a few steps towards his mother,

“You haven’t seen it mama!”

“I saw it baby but please listen to mama” (Y/N) took a step back for every step forward Adam took.

“Here, show it to dada” Tommy stepped forward, amused by (Y/N)’s reaction.

Adam beamed at Tommy, dropping the frog into his hands. Tommy whispered something in his ear, the little boy nodding and smiling at his father as he stood up with the frog still in his hand.

“You’re not scared are you love?” Tommy crept towards her, a teasing smile on his face.

“Tommy don’t” (Y/N) voice was a warning tone in it. Her hand held up in front of her as if it would stop him.

“C’mon, it’s just a frog!” Tommy’s smile turned into a grin as he began to run towards her.

“Tommy no!” (Y/N) began running away, Tommy hot on her heels.

The pair of them laughing and giggling as they ran across the park, Adam following after them, trying his best to keep up with his short legs, his giggles spilling as well.

Tommy stopped chasing her after a while when he noticed her out of breath,

“Terrible! The pair of you!” (Y/N) had a smile on her face, her words light hearted.

“Go put it back near the pond but don’t get too close to the water yeah.” Tommy placed the frog back into Adam’s hands, watching carefully as Adam put the frog back, making sure not to get too close to the water like his father asked.

“Good boy!” Tommy made to reach over and ruffle Adam’s hair but an objection from (Y/N) stopped them.

“No! Both of you need to wash your hands before you touch each other …or me” (Y/N)’s nose scrunched up as she said the last part, the idea of either of them touching her straight after handling the frog grossing her out.

“Come on bud” Tommy led Adam to the nearby toilets and (Y/N) went to the ice cream stall, not caring that it might be too chilly to have one.

“Ice-cream!” Adam cheered as he stepped out of the bathrooms, speeding towards his mother who was juggling three ice cream cones in her hands, along with a handful of tissues in her pocket. Tommy trailed behind him, taking two of the cones when he reached them, freeing up (Y/N)’s hands.

“Let’s go sit down and mama will give you your ice cream” (Y/N) led Adam to a bench that was close by, meeting Tommy’s eyes as she did so, the man instantly understanding what was going to happen.

“Here baby” (Y/N) wrapped a napkin around the cone of the ice cream and handed it to Adam.

“Thank you mama!” Adam didn’t waste any time and dug in, his legs swinging over the edge of bench.

After a few licks of her own ice cream (Y/N) finally spoke up,

“Adam, you know how our Katie has younger brothers and sisters…”

Adam looked up at his mother, ice cream all over his face making (Y/N) giggle as she wiped it off.

“Yea..”

“How do you feel about having a younger brother or sister? You’ll be a big brother”

“I’ll have lots of brothers and sisters like Katie?” Adam looked slightly confused.

“No just the one.”

Adam still looked confused so Tommy picked him up and placed him on his lap and shuffled closer to (Y/N).

“You see mama is growing a baby inside her belly and when they’re born you’re going to be a big brother”

“When?”

(Y/N) quickly did the math in her head, “They should be here in November.”

“Okay.” Adam quietly nodded and (Y/N) had a small frown on her face as she looked at him.

“C’mon let’s walk a bit more before we go home” Tommy lifted Adam off his lap and after they threw away their ice creams they continued their walk around the park, (Y/N) and Tommy walking together holding hands and Adam in front of them again.

The young boy was quiet, all the energy and excitement he had before apparently gone and it made (Y/N)’s heart hurt seeing her son so sad.

“Tommy, he’s upset.” (Y/N) pouted up at her husband.

“He’s just processing it. Let him be for the rest of the day and then if he’s still upset we’ll talk to him.” He reasoned with her.

“Since when did you become so knowledgeable.” (Y/N) grumbled causing Tommy to laugh.

(Y/N) listened to Tommy and left Adam alone to his thoughts despite how much she wanted to talk to him. Her gaze never left him as he played with his toy figures in front of her, Tommy back in his office.

The rest of the day was the same, Adam being quiet and (Y/N) being overly worried. Tommy having to distract her during dinner so that she wouldn’t go over and smother him but she had a moment by herself when she was taking him to bed.

After a goodnight hug and kiss from his father Adam was tucked into his bed, (Y/N) beside him with ‘The Tale of Peter Rabbit’ in her hands, Adam’s current bedtime story.

“You’ve been quiet today sweetie, what’s wrong?” She asked him, brushing back his dark curls after she read him a few pages.

The little boy bit his lips in nervousness and looked up at his mother with wide eyes.

“It’s okay, you can tell me. You know mama won’t be mad.” (Y/N) kept running her fingers through his hair, noticing it was relaxing him.

“The baby in your belly” He reached over and softly poked her belly, “hurt mama?”

(Y/N) smiled at his concern, “No darling, the baby doesn’t hurt mama.”

Adam seemed satisfied with her answers and gave her a kiss on the cheek before snuggling back into bed, “Goodnight mama.”

“Goodnight.” After one last kiss on his forehead (Y/N) made her way out of his room and back downstairs where Tommy was waiting for her in the living room, nursing a glass of whisky.

“How was he?”

“Fine I guess. He asked if the baby was gonna hurt me but once I explained that it wouldn’t he seemed to be okay.” (Y/N) tucked herself under Tommy’s arm, cuddling up to him.

(Y/N) was now seven months pregnant and Tommy had made it his utmost task to make sure she was comfortable and happy, reminding her of the days when she was pregnant with Adam.

Adam had started to act a bit distant to (Y/N). He didn’t hug her which hurt her a lot but she figured that he thought he would hurt the baby if he did so and no matter how many times she had explained it was fine for him to hug her, he still didn’t. (Y/N) knew something was up with him despite what Tommy said but because Adam didn’t speak to her about it, there was very little she could do.

It wasn’t until one night when he came to them in tears did she realise what was wrong.

Her and Tommy were laying in bed talking, something they did pretty much every night. It wasn’t too late, not yet midnight but late enough that Adam should have been fast asleep so when their bedroom door open and quiet whisper of names came through, she knew something was up.

“Mama? Dada?” Their door slowly opened.

“Adam?” (Y/N) sat up, frowning slightly.

“Mama!” Adam began to cry as he stepped into the room, “Mama! Dada!”

Tommy hopped off the bed and picked Adam up, the little boy tucking his head into his father’s neck and began to cry harder.

“What’s wrong eh? Why you crying?” Tommy asked him as walked back to the bed.

“Bad dream.”

Tommy managed to peel Adam off him and place him in the middle of the bed, the now five year old immediately shuffling up to his mother and cuddling her.

“You had a bad dream? Do you wanna tell mama about it?”

They had waited until Adam had stopped sniffling and after his tears were wiped away, he told them about his dream.

“In dream, Mama and Dada forgot about me and they don’t love me no more!”

(Y/N) could see the tears build up in his eyes and quickly pulled him up in a hug, rocking from side to side.

“Oh baby, mama and dada won’t forget about you. We will always love you.”

Adam looked back at Tommy for reassurance and when he nodded, (Y/N) felt his little body relax.

“Why would you think that Adam?” (Y/N) pulled him away so that he was back in the middle of the bed.

Adam quickly glanced at (Y/N)’s baby bump before he answered, “The baby.”

“The baby?” Tommy asked

“Because you have new baby, you don’t want me no more.” Adam quietly confessed.

(Y/N) began to tear up, hating that her son felt this way and that she had no idea.

“Adam” Tommy spoke, “Mama and Dada will always need you.”

“Really?”

“Yes, really.” Tommy reassured him, smiling when Adam crawled over to him and hugged him.

It only took a few minutes for Adam to fall asleep, his crying wearing him out.

“Perhaps we should try to involve him more, so he doesn’t feel so left out” (Y/N) suggested, running her fingers through his curls.

“How?” Tommy asked and all (Y/N) could do is shrug helplessly.

The next morning Adam seemed completely fine, almost as if the night before never happened.

“Adam?”

“Hm?” He looked up from his toast.

“Dada and I were talking and we thought that you should pick a name for the baby.” (Y/N) was by herself, Tommy leaving in the early morning to go to Birmingham.

“Me?! Really?” Adam seemed excited and (YN) smiled as well. She loved seeing him so happy.

“Yeah baby, can you do that for mama and dada?”

“Of course mama!” Adam jumped from his seat and ran over to give (Y/N) a hug.

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(Y/N) had requested for Tommy take Adam out to the stables and around town when she was giving birth, not wanting him to hear her and she was glad she did. This labour was much longer and more painful than the one she had with Adam but after almost half a day in labour her daughter finally arrived.

She was propped up in bed, feeding her when Tommy and Adam arrived. Tommy with an excited smile on his face.

“We’ve got a daughter Tommy” (Y/N) smiled, beaming up to her husband.

“A mini you!” Tommy laughed as he made his way over to the bed, Adam behind him.

“You want to see your little sister Adam?”

Adam excitedly nodded and Tommy pulled him up onto the bed and he carefully peered over and smiled when he saw her.

“Did you pick a name?” (Y/N) asked, kissing his forehead. Adam had kept the names he had chosen a secret over the last few months and (Y/N) couldn’t deny the nervousness she felt.

Adam nodded, “Rose. Like the ones we have in the garden.”

(Y/N) and Tommy smiled. It was perfect.

“Rose Shelby. I think it’s perfect, well done Adam.”

“Mama says the ones outside are pretty which means that our Rosie is going to be pretty too.”

“Our Rosie. Our Rose Shelby.”

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The Peaky Designer - Cillian Fanfic, Chapter 21

Hello, welcome back. Below is the next instalment of my fanfiction!

Leave a like or a comment if you liked it, or if I can do anything better! Please, it would mean the world and to understand if anyone is enjoying my writing. Also, sharing/reblogging would be even better.

PLEASE READ:

I will not be including Cillian’s family as it’s kinda weird since he has children lmao. Just a mention of his parents and a previous lover.

I will indicate in a chapter if there is smut in the beginning and before the actual scene!!

I will add trigger warnings if there is any!!

There is a variety of levels of swearing during a chapter, I will not hold back, everyone swears.

The timestamp for the Fic is now 2016 and onwards!!

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Background: Gabrijela Babic is a Croatian girl from Sydney, Australia. She is born in the year 1991 on the 24th of December. She studies a Fashion degree in a University with a major in Game Design as well. Her teacher in the fashion designer class managed to nail an Internship on the set of Peaky Blinders with the shows very own Costume Designer, Allison McCosh. There, she travels to London for under a year to learn how to be one, working alongside the actors as well the man she admires, Cillian Murphy. But, her platonic feelings for the man begins to grow into something more, and she wonders whether she should pursue them or let him go for fear of her strict parents and her three older brothers…

Characters:

Swantje Paulina as Gabrijela Babic (swalina on Instagram)

Cillian Murphy

Word Count: 9,655

!!Warnings!!: Lots of sexual actions throughout with a major sex scene at the end!

Date: February 2017

Chapter Name: Whose Topping on Valentines?

Brief Chapter Outline: Gabrijela takes Cillian out on a boat to spend Valentines Day, with plenty of teasing done by Cillians side. They go to dinner later that night where more teasing continues before it ends with a very explosive and passionate night...

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Upon waking, Gabrijela found the spot beside her... Empty. She eased into a sitting position, feeling ill a little bit as she rubbed her eyes and pushed her mane of hair back from her face. She went to grab her phone to text Cillian on his whereabouts when the door opened and her love walked in.

"Aw damn, you're awake!" Cillian laughed softly. He had a bouquet of roses in one hand and the other he held what looked like a big love heart-shaped box. And it was clear he was struggling with the weight of it.

"Put it down, you silly man." Gabbie laughed as she crawled to the edge of the bed as he set the box down and handed her the roses.

"For my love," He smiled as she took them, sniffing them.

"Perfection." She giggled and leaned up to kiss him softly, "I love you."

"I love you to, now open the box." He kissed her back.

"So demanding." She laughed as she laid the flowers down with care and tugged the box close. Cillian sat behind her, his hand resting on her hip as he looked over her shoulder. As Gab popped open the chest like box and pushed back the lid she gasped.

The inside of the lid had photos of them together either kissing or hugging each other. She remembered he had asked to send all the photos of them both to him some weeks back. "Cillian..." She whispered as she looked at the rest of the items. Her favourite bottle of red wine, chocolates, a cute bird plushie that held 'I love you' between its wings, there was hand made roses in red silk that took up the space between the items.

And there was a small box.

Her heart raced as she lifted it up, she felt him still behind her. Opening the box a ring sat inside. It was silver and it was a heart with a crown above it with what looked like hands holding the heart as the band. "What is this?"

He kissed the bare skin of her shoulder as she faced him now, "It's called a Claddagh Ring. Symbolises love with the heart, loyalty by the crown and friendship by the hands." He took her right hand and slipped the ring on, "The point of the heart faces to you. Means you are in a relationship."

She looked at the pretty ring, his thumb stroking her knuckles, "And what about the left?" She asked softly, she was over-joyed. God, Cillian always surprised her and she goddamned loved it. She loved him.

"It means we're married and if it's pointed outwards, engaged." He explained his eyes never leaving her face. He could see the utter happiness that seemed to glow from her. "Do you like it?" He asked cautiously.

"Like it?" She looked up, her smile as radiant as ever, "I love it Cillian! It is perfect!" She threw her arms around his neck and they fell back on the bed.

His laugh vibrated through him as his arms wrapped around her, "Really?" His smile was shy.

"Really. Thank you, I truly appreciate it." Her necklace, the sunburst he gave her, swung between them. She never once took it off. "You are so, so, so amazing, Cillian. I can't even describe how I am so unbelievably happy with you."

"You don't need to. I can see it." He cupped her face and pulled her down to kiss her deeply. Then he rolled them around so he was on top and began to kiss down to her neck.

"Mmm..." She moaned softly, her fingers in his hair. She looked at the clock, it was almost nine. "Cillian... Mmm, we need to get ready..."

"This won't take to long." He murmured as her shirt came off and he kissed between her breasts. He continued to go down, taking her panties off once he reached that lovely pink slit of hers.

"Cillian babe." She muttered looking down.

"Yeah?" He met her gaze.

"I love you," She said with a smile.

"I love you too, my beauty." He said softly and kissed the inside of her thigh before his mouth parted her lips with a hungry kiss. Her moan was what he wanted to hear as he hooked her legs over his shoulders.

Gabrijela laid back and let him do what he was good at. His mouth rove over her core in warm, wet kisses and licks with his tongue. It felt amazing as he dragged every little sound from her with just his mouth. Then two fingers were in her and moving in and out at a steady pace. Shivers went down her arms and legs as he sucked on her clit, her back arched and she felt his teeth graze her sensitive skin. He wasn't letting her go soon, he would stay glued to her like that till her climax overcame her.

"Fuck! Ah! Ahhh! Yeah..." She couldn't move too much as he held her hips down, "Shit Cillian!" She was getting all twitchy as she neared her climax, his fingers were curling inside her, trying to find that sweet spot that needed to be pressed on.

Cillian found her g-spot and pushed hard against it, it was like a button and the flood-gate opened up and she was howling his name and released on his fingers. Her body writhed and bucked as he stayed attached to her clit, sucking it through her high and only pulled back when she was done. He sat back with a smug smirk and she sat up, "I love doing that to you." He said.

"I know you do." She laughed and leaned down kissing him. "I'll have to repay you at some point today."

"I know." He pecked her lips and stood, helping her to her feet.

"Now. We really should get ready to go." She said, running her hands down his arms.

"Where are we going?" He asked as she stepped away and grabbed things from her suitcase. She pulled on a two-piece swimmer, it was quite raunchy and looked more like lingerie than anything with that thong like bottom piece and a top piece that was basically a strip to cover her nipples. It was white with gold polka-dots.

His cock only got harder at the sight, "Are we swimming?" He asked as he went through his stuff and pulled out the only swim shorts he owned. He didn't swim much in London, nor back in Cork either.

"I still can't tell you." She giggled as she pulled on some shorts and a floral crop top. She packed her duffel bag with extra clothing. Just in case. "Here use my bag, got plenty of space in it to put your stuff in too."

"It seems we are going swimming today." He said as he took her bag and put in extra pants, shirt and underwear.

"You can continue to speculate." She laughed a little. She cleaned up the bed and place the roses in the sink in the bathroom, they had no vase in the room. So she had to make do.

Once it was all done they headed out of the hotel and towards the harbour. He slipped his hand in hers and laced his fingers as she guided him along. They swung hands.

"Fucking hell it's hot!" Cillian grumbled.

"Thirty-four degrees today. Perfect weather to swim." She mused.

"It never gets this hot back home." He slipped on his Ray Ban's sunnies.

She looked over and giggled, "That's cause I bring all the hot weather with me. Cause I'm hot." She grinned.

"I can agree with that." He slipped his arm around her waist now and held her close.

Up ahead, Cillian could spot a familiar face and squint.

"Karsyn!" Gabbie beamed and went to hug her friend, "Good to see you again. How are you?"

"Fantastic." He smiled back at her and shook hands with Cillian, "G'day, mate. How are you both?"

"Good. Very good." Gabbie blushed a little.

"Feeling wonderful. So what brings us here?" Cillian seemed puzzled as to why Gabbie's friend was here.

"Well, Gabbie organised-" Karsyn began.

"I organised a day out on the boat. Karsyn owns one and I thought why not a better chance to see Sydney on a boat today. Just us two. No one to bother or hassle us." Gabbie smiled.

"A boat?" Cillian raised a brow.

"Yeah. Come on. Let me show you." Karsyn said and waved them to follow them. The pair followed Karsyn towards the line of luxury yacht's then down a boardwalk beside a boat. Karsyn got on it and helped Gabbie on it then Cillian next.

"Here we go," Karsyn said. The yacht was two levelled, the bottom had a small open outside space before it flowed into the main cabin. It had a couch to the right and next to it was two seats and the steering wheel for the boat and on the left a small kitchen like area with a small fridge and microwave. Down the set of stairs lead to the bathroom and a separate bedroom with a double bed and another little room with two single beds. Karsyn took them up to the top level where there were another steering wheel and a couch beside it and explained everything to them.

"I didn't know you could drive something like this," Cillian said as they headed back to the bottom level.

"Yeah. Karsyn showed me, I tend to not drink while I'm on a boat so I'm the responsible one." Gabbie giggled.

"She is. And she drives really good. You're in good hands." Karsyn patted Cillian on the shoulder, "Fridge and pantry are stocked up with food, the boat is fuelled up to a hundred per cent. If anything goes wrong, only a call away and I can easily pop over with the tinny." Karsyn beamed.

"All good. Thanks, Kar." Gabbie hugged him, "We'll be back around four-thirty or if we come back earlier I'll let you know."

"Yeah, all good. You can have it for the night as well." Karsyn winked.

Gab rolled her eyes, "Yeah, yeah. I'll see you later. Thanks again."

Karsyn laughed, "Just don't make a mess on the carpet or the couch. Don't want to clean out any stains." He said as he jumped on to the boardwalk before Gabrijela could hit him.

"Bye!" Gabbie whined and started the boat up once the ropes were off. Cillian sat beside her when he climbed up to the top once the boat began to move.

"Is this your surprise?" Cillian smiled, a hand on her thigh.

"It is. Do you like it?" She asked. She hoped he would. She loved boats and loved the harbour and knew a good private-ish spot for them to swim without anyone seeing them too often via their own vessels.

"I do. I don't go on boats much, let alone something as... Nice as this." He leaned back now, an arm behind her.

"Phew. I'm glad. I was worried you might not like this. I wasn't sure if you'd be good on boats." She glanced over at him, loving how the wind ruffled his hair a little.

"I like whatever you like. I'm easy Gab." He leaned in and kissed her cheek.

"Good. That's good." She said with a blush.

She came to the private spot, a little cove that had no houses along the cliffside, just bush and the sound of the native birds. Dropped anchor and then came to the main cabin, "Want to swim?" She asked Cillian as he was looking around in awe.

"Swim? Here?" He asked as he looked over. She was stripped now to her swimmers she had on and he bit his bottom lip.

"Yeah. Nothing is gonna eat us." She giggled as she looked over at him and her eyes drifted down to that growing tent. "Unless you have other plans. Plans which I think I know..." She licked her lips slowly, knowing it would make him crazy.

Cillian chuckled and walked in, peeling off his shirt then his pants followed, now just in his cute CK's. His arm wrapped around her waist and she was pulled in for a deep kiss. He backed her to the table and lifted her on to it, his lips not once leaving hers. His hand slid up her back to tug on the string that held her top piece where it should be, then the one around her neck and threw it aside.

"No swimming first, hm?" Gab asks with a sultry tone, his fingers took ahold of her hair and tilted her head back as he kissed down the column of her throat.

"No." He said, voice heavy with lust. He covered her whole chest with kisses, his hands stroking her sides in loving touches as he came to her pink nipple and took it between his lips. Her gasp was soft as he took a little nibble of it then tugged on it before he sucked on it. He felt her gentle fingers tug on the curls of his hair then run down the nape of his neck. He moved to her other one, leaving a few marks on her freckled skin and did the same to the other. He would tease her all day like this, soft kisses and touches. He wanted to make her all tense before he would take her later tonight.

Or well, he hoped she would last till then. Even him.

He then stepped back and chuckled when he saw her shocked expression, "What?"

"Is that it?" She asked. She leaned back on her arms now, her legs splayed for him to just go back in between them with his hips.

"Yep. I want to swim now." He pulled off his underwear and was clearly doing this deliberately. His cock was hard and she knew he wanted her but he wasn't going to fuck her. He pulled on his board shorts, letting her have a good view of his cute white, Irish ass that literally saw no sun whatsoever. "Help me put on sunscreen?"

Gab rolled her eyes and grabbed the bottle, "You tease." She grumbled as she slathered his skin with the cream. He was enjoying this a lot, he could see the sexual frustration in her eyes. He helped her with her back before she wanted to do the rest of her body on her own, "No more touching from you." She huffed.

Cillian laughed and headed to the edge of the boat and turned to climb down the ladder. He shuddered as he met the cold water, "Jesus fuck." He swore face scrunched up as he got further in.

"Cold?" She asked as she pulled back on her bra top and wandered over to the ladder. She watched as he floated around.

"A bit but nothing like back in Ireland." He mused, watching her. She looked like a goddess, her skin glowing from the sun and the cream she had applied on. He hoped the child growing within her would look like her. She was perfect.

Gab climbed in, making sure he got a fantastic view of her ass and hissed softly as she slipped into the cold water. She laughed and then paddled around like a dog coming closer to him. It was quite a relief as the heat got more intense as the sun rose higher.

Cillian slipped his arms around her once she was close enough and bobbed around with her, "I've dreamed of doing this with you."

"Really?" She loosely placed her arms on his shoulders.

"Really. Swimming with you in a beautiful location, holding you, being with you..." He pressed his forehead to hers, his hand sliding up to rest between her shoulder blades.

"You are everything I've wished for, Cillian. I can't ask for anyone better." She rubbed her nose against his, her smile big.

It was one thing he was worried about. He may be what she wanted but how long would that last? How long would she hang around? Would she start to doubt in a few years despite carrying his child within her? He wondered if she would get bored of him when he was too old to make love to her body. Or get frustrated if he started to get health issues.

"Cillian?" Gabrijela's voice shook him out of his own thoughts.

"Sorry, my love. I got carried away with my own thoughts." He said hugging her close.

"What is it? I can see you are worried." She touched his jaw. She was so gentle and caring, his heart squeezed. He didn't want to drag her along and waste her young life. It had always been on his mind since Christmas. But fuck it was late now, huh?

"It's nothing, really. No need to be concerned." He kissed her softly, his hands now on her hips.

"Are you sure?" She frowned against his lips.

"I'm sure," He nodded and kissed her jaw then her neck, "Let's just keep swimming."

Gabrijela didn't seem like he was telling her the truth but she wasn't going to push it in case it ruined the mood they had going. So she went along with it and pulled away, "Hmm."

"What?" He watched her swim around him, following her by turning around slowly.

"Nothin'." She smirked then dived underwater. He suddenly felt his board shorts be yanked off and she came up and whipped the damn thing around.

"Gabbie!" He cried out, feeling totally shocked at the weird feeling. "Give me back my shorts!" He laughed as she tried to catch up with her by swimming after her.

"Never!" She laughed evilly as she came to the ladder and tried to escape.

Cillian reached her and grabbed her by the waist and pulled her back, falling into the water with her as she screamed. He snatched the shorts of her and she was laughing as she splashed him, "Meanie!" She grinned.

"I am not!" He pulled them back on and tried to grab her again but she splashed him. "You are!" He splashed her back before a water fight ensued.

He used this time to get close to her when she was looking away and pulled her flush against his body and claimed her lips in a heated kiss. He would win somehow.

Gab was surprised by the sudden kiss but simply melted into it and wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. She could feel his hard-on pressed against her and she moaned softly into the kiss. His hands slipped down her body and guided her hips to start rolling into his.

Cillian had her back pressed to the metal ladder so he had some foundation for his footing from her movement against him. He groaned softly, pressing harder against her so she had limited movement now.

"Cilly, let me- let- me grind- against you." She said between the kisses, trying to push him back but he held firm, his cock growing harder against her. She desperately wanted him as her hands went from his face and down his body to the band of his shorts. "Damn you." She grunted as she wedged her hand between them and slipped it down his pants-

Cillian pulled away and gripped her wrist and took her hand out as he swam backwards with a smirk, "Not yet." He tsk'ed.

Gab's jaw fell open and her brows rose nice and high, "You little shit! You can't do that!"

"Of course I can. I just did it." He mused, loving that frustration in her eyes.

She was warm all over and not because of the hot sun, she gritted her teeth, "You're gonna pay!" She splashed him, "No more sex for you!" She nodded as if that was the best thing she ever decided on.

"Uh-huh. I'm sure that will go to plan." Cillian knew he was going to win tonight and it was clear she would play as well. "You can't go a day without you moaning my name."

She rolled her eyes, she had climbed out now and stood on the edge, arms cross and her legs spread. He could see that slit defined by the material, "Of course I can. Watch me." With that, she grabbed her towel and dried herself off and headed into the cabin.

Cillian chuckled and came out doing the same as he walked in, "You know I am irresistible." He said as he came up behind her, his hands on her hips as he kissed her bare shoulder and to her neck.

She sucked in a breath and bit her bottom lip, bringing up a hand to grip his hair, "You're only going to deny me from doing anything further." She was pinned to the countertop, shivering from his sweet kisses along the nape of her neck and down her shoulder then back up to her neck.

"Exactly. And I like this, making you so hungry for me." He said hotly against her neck as his hips began to grind against her ass.

Her towel dropped and she laid her hands out before her to keep her upright, "You don't need to Cillian, you know I can just spread my legs for you whenever you want."

He growled as he dragged his nails down her side, biting the skin between her shoulder blades and leaving a kiss over it, "I know you would. But not today. I want to take my time with you. Savour this body you have oh so graced me with."

Whatever overcame him, Gabrijela was so enjoying it. The build-up pension between her legs from his kisses and touching and hot words would make her crave him all day. "Cillian, you damn bastard. What has gotten into you?" She laughed softly, arching her back as his mouth moved down her spine.

"The only thing that has gotten into me is my love for you. Your very essence surrounds me and all I wish is to worship you." He came to the little dimples in her back and kissed each one.

She gasped softly, his hands gripped her ass and squeezed them, "God Cillian, I can cum to you talking to me like that." She turned as she looked down at him, kneeling, his baby blues full of reverence and total devotion to her. "Cillian? I-I've never seen you like this before."

He was so infatuated with her. He could not believe why he would think of the future and the troubles that may come with it. He would, right now, live in the moment with her. Each waking and sleeping moment. He would cherish any time he had with her and make it the best time for her and their soon child. His hands slid to her stomach and he pressed a kiss to her belly, "I love you, Gabrijela Babić, I will till my last breath." He murmured.

Gab was shocked as to how he was first so sexual and now adoring her as if she may not live till the next day, "I love you too, Cillian but... What is going on? What has gotten into you?" She cupped his face and got him to stand.

"I don't want to lose you." He said, holding her wrists. Despite his hopeful thoughts, those other worries seemed to overtake them more strongly.

"You won't Cillian. I belong to you, I love you." She stroked his cheek gently.

"You sure? You don't think..." He trailed off and looked away.

"What is it, baby? Talk to me. You can't hide this from me. I can see you are concerned." She brought his face back to her, "I am here for you, okay? You can trust me with anything."

His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed, "I feel like I will be wasting your life once I get older. When I won't... Be able to cherish your body as you'd like. I'd be some old... Wrinkled thing that you gotta drag around when you could be out in the world and living your best. Not stuck with me and caring for me." His eyes dropped, those lovely lashes tickling his cheekbones.

"Cillian..." She was saddened he had these thoughts, "Baby. Look at me." She got him to sit down and she stayed close to his side, holding his hands in her lap, "You won't be wasting my life. You won't. Besides, that... That is another conversation to be held later in life, not now." He nodded a little, "We should be living in this moment, today, right now. No use on dwelling something that can be talked about when it does happen. But I want you to know that I will stick with you, and not just because of this child, but because I love you. I love you so, so, so much and like I said, you are everything I wished for. I will not let you go no matter what."

Cillian's heart swelled with love and joy and he pulled her into his lap and kissed her with as much love he could muster into the kiss.

Gabrijela wrapped her arms around his neck and held on to him, trying to convey her love as much as she could. But she knew he already knew how much she loved him, it was the small things she would remember and do for him. She loved Cillian to the point it fucking hurt, the good kind as well. She would cradle it within herself and she would make sure nothing could break them apart. She would fight for him, for them and their relationship. No matter what anyone says. Cillian belonged to her, and she belonged to him. And that was final.

They spent the whole day on the boat, eating food and talking about their child and what would come about it all. She promised him she would tell him the days she would go see the doctor or when she would get scans and all that. And to send any photos she took as the pregnancy developed. It was clear he could not come back as he had to film for the next season of Peaky Blinders but he would make sure he would make time for when it was around her due date. She would find out as soon as possible so he may plan around it and be there for her when she gave birth.

Though they had no idea how they would tell her parents, she wasn't going to terminate it now. And she wasn't anyway. But Cillian was set on supporting her either way, he would send money every week to help her cover any costs for doctors and medicine and toys and clothing.

Gab would work at Bonds till she could no longer and continue her gaming live streams she did weekly. But they would not touch on the subject on who would move yet, Gabrijela knew that was something they had to talk about if there was a possibility. And with Cillian's current career... She highly doubts he would move to Sydney, it would be too much for him to travel well over a day to just go to a country and film.

But that, again, was for a later discussion on how this could work.

It was around five in the afternoon when Gab decided it was time to head home. It seemed Cillian had something else planned for the night and she was excited. Karsyn was there and Gab thanked him again before they took the snacks from the bar instead of him throwing it out.

Once back at the hotel, Gabrijela took a shower. Cillian had said to dress well and she was glad she brought her favourite dress with her, otherwise, everything else was too casual. She walked out of the bathroom and set to drying her hair.

"Can you iron my shirt?" Cillian asked as he laid out his pants on the bed.

"Sure." She smiled and he walked by her, giving her ass a slap and she jumped.

"You're the best." He said with a grin over his shoulder.

"I know!" Gabbie giggled. Once her hair was done she ironed his shirt and placed it on a coat hanger ready for him, then fixed up her dress. It was body fitted, midnight blue and silk with a lace-up back and twin knee-high splits. Definitely no underwear underneath it, she mused.

Gab applied makeup, but it was light, mostly browns and nude lipstick. She fixed her sunburst necklace and paired it with simple silver studs. All she had to do was now wait for Cillian.

He finally finished up and came out, his towel low on his pants. He stopped once he stepped out of the bathroom and stared at Gabrijela who was stationed beside the window. "Wow." He said as he took in what she wore.

She turned and smiled, "What?"

"You look magnificent." He said almost breathlessly as he came over, his hands on her hips as he drew her in.

"Thank you," she blushed. She doubted she would ever stop blushing from his compliments.

"Truly. You do." He leaned in and gave her lips a light peck, remembering how she did not like to be kissed when she had just applied lipstick.

Gab giggled as he pulled away and got dressed, black slacks, white shirt with a few buttons undone and a black jacket on top. She came over when he sat to put on his shoes and knelt down to do the lace-up for him.

"What are you doing?" He watched as he tilted his head.

"Tying your shoelace." She said as she looked up, he had a fairly good view of her cleavage and he grumbled.

"You know I can do it myself." His hands came to grip her arms as she placed her hands on his thighs.

"Yeah, but I wanted to do them." She leaned up and kissed him deeply.

"Mm, Gabbie, your lipstick-" He couldn't say no more as she only kissed him more and he brought up his hands to cup her face gently.

"Doesn't matter, I want you to kiss me like normal from now on." She murmured against his lips as she used her thumb to clean them before she stood, bent over the table with the mirror. She did it deliberately, the dress really brought out her curves.

Cillian had a lovely view of her ass and wondered if she was wearing anything under the thing, probably not since it sat on her so well. "Minx." He bit his bottom lip and got up as she finished reapplying her lipstick.

"Before we run off, I want to take a photo of us." She said, slipping on her cross-body bag over her shoulder.

"A photo?" He smiled as she came over and they stood in front of the mirror.

"Yep. We look so good like this." She slipped an arm around his waist and he did the same to her. "Smile!" She grinned and he smiled as she took a photo. They did a few, some serious and some silly ones.

"Come on you cheeky girl, don't want to be late." He kissed her temple as they headed out. He got a cab and held the door open for her and she slipped in with him following after her.

It wasn't long when they arrived at a very tall building and he got out, holding his hand for her. She took it and looked up, "That's a very tall building." She mused.

"Come on, it's at the very top." He said and they raced across the road quickly. The night was pleasant and warm, just how she liked it. They went up the elevator and came to the top and stepped out to a restaurant and bar and approached the front desk.

"Hi, welcome to O Bar and Dining. Do you have a reservation?" The woman asked with a lovely smile.

"Yes, I do. Table for two under Cillian Murphy." Cillian said and the lady looked at the computer.

"Yep. Right here. Come with me." The woman nodded and guided them to a table right beside the glass window that overlooked the city, you could see the Harbour Bridge from here in all its sparkling glory.

Cillian pulled out the chair for her and she sat down, pulling herself in as he took his spot beside her. The place was full and it was very fancy with carpeted floors, relaxing music playing and low light, with only the table lights at full illumination.

The woman left them with menus and brought over house red wine, and funny enough, it was Cillian's favourite. The wine was poured and the woman left them be to look at the menu.

"Damn... Cillian. How'd you find this? How'd you get all this done for today?" Gab was shocked.

"Well, the box and flowers and the restaurant were booked well before I came here." He said, looking at her with that soft smile of his.

Gab giggled and admired him, the light casting shadows and making his sharp features much clearer, "Well, it's perfect. I love it, even though I've never, ever been to a place like this before." She said as his hand slipped over hers.

"I hope you love it. I wanted to treat you to something special. And I hope that will be your only glass." He nodded to the wine glass.

"It will. Just for tonight." She held it up, "To us and a very bright future."

"To us and our child. Happy Valentines Day, my love," He said, it was still a shock to him she was pregnant and he clinked glasses with her. He leaned over and they kissed softly before they took a sip and then the waitress returned to take their orders.

"I was thinkin'." Gabby started.

"Hm?" He couldn't take his eyes off her.

"We should... Go camping next week. Have you ever done that?" She felt all giddy and shy when he stared at her like she was the most precious thing on earth.

"Camping? God, I haven't been camping since... I was much younger. Like twenty years old or something." He laughed lightly.

"Well, so, you wanna go? I got a place in mind. Could go for like four or three nights if you want." She said.

"I mean sure, we could definitely go. But how about your work?"

"I can organise someone to take care of my shifts for those days. I'm working this whole week except for the weekend since we got that wedding to go to... Fuck I gotta buy a dress too." She made a face. "Might have to do that tomorrow after work..." She trailed off.

"Well, whatever works for you I'm fine with that." He nodded and kissed her knuckles.

She beamed, "We can also get you another suit too."

"Is this not fine?" He teased.

"It is but I want my man to look like a snack." She said, "Though you already look like one I want you to be even more of a snack."

"Snack? What do you mean?" He laughed, totally confused.

"Like, you look so good I could eat you up like a snack. And I love snacks." She grinned.

"Right... Whatever you say, darling." He shook his head, finding her weird but he loved that.

"Also, we will need to leave on Friday arvo when I come back from work. So you gotta be ready to go, the wedding is held at Hunter Valley Gardens and its a three-hour drive. We'll come back on Sunday and head right to Maya's parent's house for a small after-party with family and close friends."

"Oh, sounds intense," Cillian replied blowing out through his nose.

"Wait till you come to the wedding. Croatian weddings are great." She beamed, "Lotsa music, dancing and drinking. But I won't be able to do one of the three." She giggled.

"I'll make sure I am ready by then. How about the camping thing?"

"I'll book it for Wednesday and we can come back on Saturday. Is that okay?" She asked.

Cillian was trying to figure it out in his head how many more days he had after that. He would have five more days after they came back from their camping trip before he would have to fly back to London to prepare for season four. "Sounds good. Let's do it." He nodded.

"Awesome. I'll book it tomorrow and then head home, tell the 'rents and then Monday next week I'll pack the car with the necessary stuff for the holiday." She said.

"Reckon your parents will let you go?" He asked.

"Don't care. I'll go whether they like it or not. Not their life to control." She said. With that said, she had calls and messages from her brother, Leo and her parents on her whereabouts. She only told Tatiana and it was up to her whether she spoke to them or not. The messages had stopped by afternoon.

Cillian huffed, "That bad, huh?"

"Yep. That bad my dad kicked me out." She sighed as she twirled her glass around.

"Let's not talk about that right now. It's just about us tonight." He stopped the twirling of her glass and leaned over to kiss her cheek.

Their entree came, once that was finished their mains came and then lastly dessert. She made sure to take photos which made Cillian roll his eyes but he didn't complain even when they took a cute ass selfie together. He allowed her to post them online but she made sure it was explicitly friends and family, though sometimes some images did get leaked. But she would never ever post the more... naughty ones. She kept that very private and for her own eyes only, especially the videos.

God... The idea of her getting off to one of the many sex tapes they've made, alone, in bed at night... Especially the one he made of himself jacking off. He grunted as he felt something press against his crotch and looked at her. She was smirking like a cat.

"Mm, Cillian. What is turning in that intelligent mind of yours?" She rubbed her foot against him, feeling him hard beneath those pants.

"I'm thinking of how you will get off to me in those videos I sent you." He admitted with a low chuckle deep in his throat. He reached beneath the table and gripped her ankle and pushed it away, "Your little moans as you work yourself to release with me." He leaned into her so they were face to face.

Gabbie giggled, her cheeks warming as heat pooled between her legs, "Yeah. I'd rub myself very fast, one of my favourite toys deep inside me as I imagine you in me." She whispered, letting her fingers dance below his chin. "Moaning your name." She leaned in and gave him a soft peck.

"Yeah? Would you dare scream it out if you came? Like you always do?" He returned that gentle, teasing kiss.

"I would. With no care in the world and the only thought is of you doing that to me." She pushed a lock of his hair behind his ear, she made this interaction seem like they were just whispering cute things.

His hand rested on her thigh, his fingers stroking her lovingly, "I hope you arch your back, telling me how good I feel inside you even if I am not there. I want you to tell it to the night around you." He kissed her softly, smiling, "I can envision it all, Gabrijela."

Her body was flushed with heat and need for him as she gripped his wrist, "Then let's go make it real, Cillian. Why are we waiting here for?"

He chuckled as he sat back his hand folded on his lap, "Because I still want to play this game."

She narrowed her eyes, "Sly bastard." She huffed, shaking her head. All-day she couldn't get him out of her head or the good fuck session he truly needed to give her.

"Indeed." He winked at her before he called over a waiter for the bill.

Gab began to grab her wallet when the bill returned, "How much is it?"

"No. You won't be paying." Cillian peaked into the wallet and moved it away before she could snatch it.

"Cillian! This was definitely too expensive! Fuck, please." She held out some notes as he put in a credit card.

"My love, it's fine. This is my shout." He handed the wallet back to the waiter who quickly fixed it up then handed the card back to him.

"Babe." She frowned as he pushed her hands away.

"Love." He smiled and leaned over, kissing her deeply, "I wanted to do this for you. Really. Keep that for something else."

"But..." She was shut up with another kiss. She sighed when he pulled back, "Fine. Fine." She tucked the money back in and grabbed her bag.

"Good, let's go. The night is still pretty and I want to walk along the water with you." He said and they got up and left the restaurant.

She cuddled him, smiling widely, "I'm still going to get back at you for what you've been doing to me all day."

"I know." He wrapped an arm around her and walked like that out of the elevator.

People were out and about, the sound of music from night clubs echoed and the laughter and yelling of drunk people were the songs for tonight. The pair weaved through the streets till they came to the boardwalk along the water and slowly made their way towards the hotel.

"Today has been perfect, Cillian," Gab said after a bit, their pace slow as she pulled his jacket close around her. She loved the strong cologne he wore.

"You think so?" He squeezed her hand.

"Yeah. Best day ever." She smiled up at him as they stopped and she held his other hand. "You really make me the happiest girl ever, Cilly. And I am pretty sure I want to spend the rest of my life with you." She admitted softly.

"You do?" His voice was soft as he could not believe her words.

"A hundred per cent, Cillian. I am yours entirely. I am loyal only to you." She leaned up and kissed him, his arms wrapped around her waist slowly as he held her close.

Cillian kissed her with so much passion, bending her back a little before he pulled back to catch his breath.

"Come on my love, I know a place we can end this night." She said and beamed as she took his hands and dragged him along.

They arrived at what looked like a merry-go-round. He had seen it earlier this week when he was able to explore on his own.

As he looked at his prized love, he could see how much joy she was emitting. He rushed over and she paid for a ride and they climbed on. They got on a horse each as the ride began to go around, he watched as she laughed and clung to the pole. She looked like a princess like that, her hair halfway down her back, her smile wide, the gown on her accented her body well... He leaned across and got her attention, "I love you." He said and kissed her.

He could see their future as one, even if they had no child, he would make sure she was his forever.

The ride ended and he lifted her off the horse gently, she giggled, "So strong." She squeezed his shoulders as they made their way off it.

"That was fun." He said as he tucked her close to his side, kissing her head.

"I love that thing. Use to always go on it as a child." She said as they made their way back to the hotel.

"It's nice that they have that there. Is there a lot of people that go on it?" He asked as they got into the elevator.

"Not much like then, I do hope it stays there forever." She said as she leaned against the wall.

"It's a nice touch." He turned to her, meeting her gaze. They still had a lot more floors to go up.

He stepped to her and kissed her deeply suddenly and she instantly melted into him. She gripped his shirt as she opened her mouth for his demanding tongue, a moan making its way up in both of them. His roaming hands made their way down to her hips as he nudged her legs apart, his fingers finding their way up the slit and beneath her tight dress. Once he reached between her legs he felt... Nothing. Just her wet slit, "No panties?" He kissed down to her neck.

"No, this dress is to tight." She moaned as his fingers forced their way into her. She could feel them, her walls tight and slick.

"Dirty girl." He kissed her neck harder, biting her skin which caused her to whine and buck her hips as he thrust his fingers into her.

She gripped the handrail and one arm locked around his neck as he fingered her fast. Her eyes moved to the camera that blinked in the corner and cried out softly, "Fuck- Cillian- There's a camera in here." She gasped, she was close to the edge and she moved her hips in sync with his hand.

"They won't pay attention." He grunted when her leg pressed against his hard cock and couldn't help but grind against it in return.

His thumb wiggled against her throbbing and aching clit, "Oh, god! Cillian! You're gonna make me cum!" She was shaking as she was so overwhelmed with the build-up of pleasure.

Though it all came to an end when the doors slid open to their level and he stepped back from her with that cheeky smirk, "Not yet." He said and she ran after him as he ran down the hallway to their room.

She pushed him against the wall and went for his shirt, "I'm gonna have you one way or another." She was so needy for him, she needed him inside her.

"Yeah? What are you gonna do about that?" He shoved her back and chuckled as he quickly unlocked the door and she rushed in.

"I'm gonna fuck you." She had him back against the wall as she worked to undo the buttons of his shirt.

"Uh-huh." He watched her desperately strip him.

"Yeah. I'm gonna cum on you, make sure you finish in me and fill me up." She went for his pants but he wouldn't let her get to that part yet. Or he'd fail his own game he started. He crushed her against his body and lifted her, carrying her to the bed.

Gab whined and squirmed in his arms before she was thrown back on the bed and he topped her, "Please! Cillian! I need you!" She gasped as he claimed her lips in a heated kiss. He had his lower body pin hers to the bed as his hand loosened up the lace of her dress then to the zipper.

She continued to fight against him, wanting to be top tonight. But he wasn't letting her do what she wanted until he finally got off her and stepped away.

Cillian would remember how she looked at this very moment, her hair a mess and her cheeks bright red, lips starting to become swollen from how hard he kissed her.

"Undress." He demanded, taking off his belt slowly.

"And what if I don't?" She bit her bottom lip, watching as he held the belt so casually beside him.

"You'll be punished accordingly." He gripped her chin, "Now undress, Gabrijela." He growled.

She shivered, the sound making her almost cum, "No." She said with as much defiance she had.

He pushed her back and went to grab her arms but she got out of his hold and pulled away then tried to grab for his wrists. There was a battle of who would grab who and he had her arms pinned above her head, "I am in control, love. Not you."

She thrashed her body, locking her legs around his waist and got him imbalanced before she rolled on top of him, "I am, baby. I got you-" She was about to grab his own wrists when he moved and his heavyweight was back on her.

"No!" She argued and they again battled for pinning each other. It ended up on the floor and she got to her feet and backed up, smirking. "You can't pin me. I'm too sly for you."

Cillian laughed as he got to his feet and prowled to her like a wolf stalking a deer, "Yeah? You sure about that?" He grabbed his phone and it seemed to confuse the fuck out of her. Then simply opened an app and pressed a button...

Her eyes widened and she gasped, the vibrations within her were tense and she felt her legs almost give way, "What the fuck-!" She knew exactly what was in her. But how?!

"In the elevator. I pushed the little egg into you." He mused as he came to her as she fell back on the bed, her body twitching, "Did some research and thought, isn't this a wonderful idea for us and the long-distance, hm?"

He leaned over her, one hand braced beside her head, "Tell me, love. How are you feeling?"

She moaned, "Oh... God! It feels... Fantastic..." The vibrations got low. "Son of a bitch!" She felt suddenly in control as she went to grab him but he moved back and turned the device up.

She cried out and collapsed to his knees, moaning in utter delight, "Oh! Damn... Fuck!" She was on her hands and knees, her hips rolling.

"Good girl. Will you behave now?" He sat back on the bed, legs splayed open.

"Damn... You Cillian." She grinned. Oh how the night was going, she was so into this.

"That is not how you will call me tonight." He said as he got her to turn around as he turned the device higher.

She was trembling, her eyes focused on him, "Cill..." She gripped his thighs, her luscious lips parted.

"No. That is not right." He turned the device down, seeing how much she was actually enjoying it.

She whimpered, clambering into his lap as she gripped his shoulder, "Please- Please-"

"What is my name?" He gripped her just under her chin, almost choking her in a way.

Fuck. Such a turn-on, she thought.

"Sir?" She whispered, her hands gingerly taking his forearm.

"Good girl. That's what it is." He smirked and turned the device a little higher but not enough for her to get satisfaction from him. "Lay on the bed. Take the dress off."

She did as told, totally succumbing to him as she pulled the dress off and threw it aside. She watched as he went through his suitcase and pulled out...

"Oh... Fuck." He had handcuffs. And lucky them the bed had a place for them to attach to.

"I remember back in Dublin how much you loved being tied up." He said as he knelt beside her and attached the cuff to her wrist then to the bed and did the same to the other. He left her there and went to pull out what looked like a ball gag.

"I'm going to put this on you, okay? But remember, anything you don't like, form an easy word." He came back to her.

"Okay, sir," she whispered, nodding. She wanted to cum so badly.

He tied the gag up and the safe word was Cork as it was the first thing that came to her. He nodded when he could hear it clear from her and stayed next to her as he ran his hands down between her breasts to her belly button then back up, "You've been a very good girl today." He mused as he let his fingers brush over those hard nipples and tugged on it.

She gave a muffled moan and arched a little.

"You truly want me hm?" He smiled softly as he admired how much her body was tense all over, "Aching all over. Your breasts right down to that lovely little slit that is so wet for me. Only for me." His fingers rove over her heat and she tried to buck her hips to feel them. "No, no. Not yet." He leaned down and kissed her jaw, then her neck and down to her breasts where he sucks on her nipples, teasing them with his teeth and his fingers, alternating between the pair.

Gabrijela was in total ecstasy, the way he was so rough with her, the marks he left on her skin... She did not want this to end. "Mmph..." She felt his mouth move down her body and press kisses down her thigh, then back up and did the same on the other side.

"Oh, love, you are fantastic. I love you, I love this body." He buried his head between her legs and the suddenness caused her to cry out and lock her legs around his head. He pried them off and kept them down as he ate her out like she was some kind of personal feast. And a feast he would not have in a long, long time.

He took her in deep mouthfuls, dragging her folds in and sucking hard before he tended to her clit. She whimpered in pleasure, the vibrations had continued inside her and the build-up in the pit of her stomach was growing fast. All she could was moan and cry wordless things.

Cillian knew she was close and wanted to let her climax, it was only fair after all day of his teasing. He turned the egg up higher and her body arched in response. Then her moans reached peak crescendo as she came hard, her hips pushed into his face as she rode his mouth as a climax ripped through her overstimulated body.

Gab was shaking all over as she collapsed back on the bed, eyes shut as she breathed fast. She slowly opened them to see Cillian rise back to his knees and smiled so lovingly at her.

"You okay, my love?" He asked and she nodded. "Good. I'm going to take the egg out now. Relax for me." He reached back between her legs and she felt his fingers enter her and then pull out the egg from her. "Oh, this will be my favourite thing." He mused as he placed the items aside and began to pull off his pants.

Yes. This was it. This is what she had craved for all day.

"You are so needy for me, love. I'm such a lucky man." He stroked himself over her, groaning. "Oh... Yeah, love. I feel really good. So hard, ready for you." He used his other hand to stroke her thigh again, seeing how she liked that. "I'm going to enter you now." He said as he lowered his body on her, his lips brushing her cheek.

She could feel him nudge her entrance, teasing her. She groaned and wiggled her body.

"Okay, okay. I'm going in." He laughed lightly and then pushed into her with one thrust of his hips.

A fire erupted within her and she let out a strangled cry as he began to pump into her fast. He was not going to go slow, not now as he was also in need for her. He hooked his arms under her back and held her shoulders as her heavenly moans only urged him to keep going. The bed began to rock a little, their moans rose to the ceiling above them.

Cillian struggled to undo the cuffs on her wrists so he could feel her claw his back but he got them undone and she did exactly what he wanted. Her hands gripped his hips in a painful hold but the intense pleasure overtook that pain.

Gabrijela had released again not too long after he entered her, but it was clear Cillian would not stop until they were both entirely empty and seriously exhausted.

Positions were switched and she managed to take the damn gag off so she can let him be blessed with her screams of pleasure from his pounding. "Yes! Cillian! Oh god yes!" She placed her hands on his chest as she rode him fast, sweat coated them both, the sound of skin to skin was loud in the room and she did not care one bit if anyone heard them.

On and on they went, well over three hours and many, many climaxes. He had fucked her up against the glass window before they scrambled back to the bed to finish the last few releases they could squeeze from each other.

Gab was on her back, her body was numb from how much she came and how tired she was. She weakly turned over to stay close to Cillian who was so out of it. But his smile was wide as anything as his arm loosely came up around her.

This was one Valentines they would never forget. Gab had marks on her that could easily last a week or more and she would make sure she cherish them with all her heart. She listened to his fast heartbeat, no words were spoken between them. They already knew what words they would say to each other.

The only thing they needed right now was sleep, a good, nights rest after a real good session.

#cillian murphy #thomas shelby #peaky blinders #cillian murphy fanfic #fanfiction #tommy shelby

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Oliver x MC “Dangerous Provocations”

Fandom: Ikémen Revilution Kinktober: Day 8 || Chocking Genre: NSFW +18 (this might be triggering to some, please proceed with caution) {His POV}, Adult!Oliver Word Count: 1,645 Author’s note:Hello my pwetty darlings! This is second fic I post today 🔥 (which means this one might be just as sloppy, I’m sorry). I wanted to write about Oliver for a while now, but I need to delve in his personality a little more, I haven’t portrayed him snarky enough methinks. I hope you enjoy this one too, and I will see you again tomorrow 💉

[The challenge] ~ @alloveroliver

“Why, has the Black Army left YOU, of all people, unsupervised today?”, I grumbled. Fenrir probably sent her here to torture me for turning down his order the other day. That could explain it. What I couldn’t fathom the explanation of her irritating teasing this evening.

She sat there, giggling and chattering with Blanc in the garden. She kept nagging me to join them for tea and the fuzzy-tail’s bloody carrot cake. But no matter how many times I declined she kept pestering me for attention like a lost puppy.

“Why aren’t you coming little Oliver? You have been crumped up in your “cave of wonders” all day and now its almost nighttime. Isn’t it time for good children like you go to bed?”, she teased, mischief and deviltry interweaved in her sweet voice.

“You are trying my patience, little girl. And I’d be careful if I were you. Surprisingly enough, I am not known for it.” I said. The voice of a child that left my lips only increased my frustration and her emphasising when calling me “little” and her gurgling only made it worse.

Moments before dusk arrived, Blanc excused himself saying he has “an urgent business to attend to”, but I knew better. That lecherous rabbit didn’t act without purpose.

The sun had fallen, giving it’s way to nightfall. I was turned into my adult self, as I do every night and I breathed a sign of relief. I thought wouldn’t have to put up with her any longer. Oh, how wrong I was.

Making my way to the kitchen to make some tea, I heard her sing-song voice ring behind me.

“Well, well, children in Cradle do grow up fast!” she chuckled.

“I see you are still at it, aren’t you little moron?”, I replied with irritation.

“What ever do you mean, little Oliver?”

I have promised myself I wouldn’t let her get under my skin, wouldn’t let myself loose control around her. But her soft, rosy lips challenged my restrain and God knows I had plenty of ideas on how to close her pretty mouth shut.

“Quit pestering me, dimwit” I snarled, hoping it would keep her at bay.

“Oh, did I hit a nerve, little Oliver” she purred tantalisingly. I strode towards her with heavy steps and I looked down on her, my full height towering over her delicate figure.

“If you don’t stop I’m going to strangle you, Alice…”

“Is that a promise?” she whispered licking her lips.

I was too shocked to respond to her. Her eyes were serious, a fire burning bright inside of them. The same fire that I could feeling burning within me. Her syrupy voice lured me in like a fly in honey.

All thoughts eluded me as I reached for her slender, pearly neck and kissed her smart mouth with the hunger of a beast. I felt her small hands wrapped around my wrists as I lightly squeezed her neck. She moaned. And I felt I was going mad with yearning for her.

I traced her swollen lips with my tongue, temping them open. Soft, breathy moans slipped past, allowing me entrance. Our tongues entangled, twisting around each other. I applied more pleasure on her neck, making her gag softly. The feeling of her, fragile between my hands sent a throbbing straight to my core. I craved more.

“Do you like my hands around your neck so much, naughty little girl?” I asked, wanting to make sure I wasn’t pushing her too hard.

“Yes...hhnn please don’t stop. I...I want..”, her words trailed off and her eyes strayed away from me. I slithered a hand around her waist, while the other remained on her throat. I pulled her towards me and bit her lips roughly. I wanted her eyes back on me.

“Want what?” I whispered. I smirked at the mere thought of her uttering vulgar desires and asking of me to fulfil them. “Tell me what you wish for and I might grant you mercy”. Her eyes shone at my words and made me chuckle. Such a sweet little vixen, so innocent yet with such sinful thoughts. She was hesitating, so I goaded her on.

“Where is that smart mouth of yours now, huh? Cat got your tongue?” I cooed, tightening my grip.

“I-I want you...to make me yours” she stuttered. “Touch me...choke me...I’ll do..anything you ask” she entreated, her hands clutching on a fistful of my lapels.

“How can I say no to you, when you look so deliciously desperate?” I breathed, but I knew my voice betrayed my own desperation.

I kissed her deeply before hoisting her in my arms and leading her to my bedroom. I was too greedy to maintain basic courtesies, so I threw her on the bed and made quick work of our clothes. I was surprised at my own eagerness to touch her. She has enraptured me so much, I barely recognised myself.

The way she marvelled at me, her legs spreading slightly more and more, luring me to devour her. She was sending me over the edge already.

I kneeled down, like a man praying for salvation and lapped my tongue between her folds. I didn’t want to waste time, I wanted her to scream for me, her body arching like a bow from pleasure. I sucked hard on her bundle of nerves, coaxing whimpers and pleas that resounded like music in my ears. I inserting two fingers in her wet core, curling and stretching her walls to prepare them for what to come. I couldn’t be gentle, not when I wanted her so badly. I felt her muscles clenching harder on my digits, her legs quivering. It was too soon to give her want she wanted...what she deserved. I slipped my finger out and stood up, chucking at her distressed mewls.

“What is it sweetheart? Aren’t you satisfied yet?” I taunted. Being the one doing the teasing was the sweetest revenge.

“O-Oliver...you are being horrible” she whimpered. I grabbed her neck and lifted her torso, my erection at the same level with her pretty face.

“You ought to work for it, little girl”. I placed my hands behind her head and gently pushed her forward.

“Wait!”. I stopped dead at my tracks. She looked up at me, eyes wanton.

“I want you hand around my neck while I pleasure you, Oliver. I want you to take control of me...please” she purred. I was rendered speechless, barely managing a nod. With a satisfied smile she began to lick the tip, slowly working her way down with small licks until she reached the hilt. She made her way back up with one smooth motion while keeping our eye contact and then guided my cock straight in her mouth. I felt my knees growing weak at her ministrations, my groans becoming louder as she hummed joyfully around me, sending vibration thought my whole body.

I placed my hand around her neck once more and pressed it. Gag moans reverberated from her throat, our pleasures cries mingling as she kept working my cock in and out of mouth. I felt my hips bucking towards her face and realised I need more, I craved all of her. I pushed myself away from her and motioned her to stand up.

“Was I not good?” she asked with a troubled expression. I offered her a smile and caressed her rosy cheek lovingly.

“No dummy. You are perfect. So perfect that I will give you exactly what you want” I assured her guiding her to lay on the bed.

“What we want, you mean” she smirked. A chuckled drummed in my chest as I laid on top of her, kissing her with passion and fondling her beautiful curves. Her hand reached down and grabbed my cock guiding it and rubbing against her entrance.

“Impatient are we?”

“Yes. I waited enough...I want you inside of me, now!” she moaned and I couldn’t bring myself to deny her. I sighed in relief as pushed myself inside of her in one thrust, burying myself in her cunt unto my hilt. I began to thrust hard in and out of her, the room filled with our moans and skinslapping. She reached for my neck and I reached for hers, each of us squeezing just enough to make breathing harder. I pressed my forehead to hers, kissing while I fucked her even harder making us both even more breathless.

“You are...so tight..and wet. Ahhh...I can’t get enough...of you”

“Don’t worry...we hav-aahhnn..all night...you’re not getting rid of me...until we fuck each other senseless” she said between rugged breath, kissing and biting my lips and neck making me loose all focus and reason.

I felt her walls fluttering around me and I clutched her neck a little tighter, forcing her to gag slightly.

“Say my name when you cum, let me know you’re mine...” I roared, my voice hoarse and wanton as I slowly reached my own limits. She cried out in pleasure as her arousal poured out her pussy.

“Oliver....ah God..O-Oliver” she chanted my name and I felt the coil in my core ready to break. I pulled out of her and pumped my cock while I captured her lips, moans of her name slipping past my lips as she panted for air. I spilled my cum over her core, our fluids mingled and dripping down her thighs.

I toppled over her, she snaked her arms around me to press our bodies closer still.

I lifted my head to find her smiling at me. I gave her a single chaste kiss before I licked over her smart mouth deviously. She was too delicious to resist.

“Are you ready for round two?”

#alloverkinktober #ikemen revolution #ikerev oliver #oliver knight #ikerev smut #Kinktober day 8 #chocking #claire's kinktoberfest #I am going to sit on his face the next time we meet #i swear to god

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risque-literature · 5 years ago

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(Jaune X Loli!Weiss)

(Collab with @naughtyrwby )

Jaune was in ports class. Watching with full eyes as he tried to stay awake and listen like other students present. He looked down and noticed Ruby making out with Yang passionately before looking to the other side to see Nora stroking her partners cock. He blinked a bit and shook his head before trying to pay attention and wrote some small notes down.

“Pssst, hey Jaune.” Weiss whispered, tugging on his sleeve. “I’m bored. Show me your penis.” The loli heiress demand.

He blinked and looked at then young schnee before blushing a bit. “I don’t know Weiss. We’re in the middle of class.” He said quietly, despite seeing Nora jerk Ren off. Though since she wanted to use him he looked around a bit before he quietly unzipped his pants and pulled it and his underwear down so his cock was showing, long thick and flaccid at the moment.

“Wow.” Weiss replies breathlessly. “It’s always a pleasant surprise to see this penis, at least you are good for something.” Glared the little loli. But her attention was quickly drawn back to the blond’s large member. Her small hands grasping it’s hot thickness, not even able to wrap her hands around it. She pumps it up and down slowly, feeling it get hotter and stiffer under her touch. “It’s almost like my ponies back home.” She giggles.

“Nnngh... love you too weiss.” Jaune said back quietly as he heard Weiss’s comment. He felt her soft small hands grasp his member and started to stroke it a bit as it soon started to get erect and stand tall at its full size. He let out a few grunts as he felt her do so and heard what she said about his cock. Was it a compliment?

Small hands slid up and down Jaune’s length, his cock began to ooze precum. With a quick look around, and seeing everyone doing their own thing, Weiss stuck her small tongue out cutely and began licking her knights little slit, tasting all the yummy cummy.

One of her small hands made their way down and met his large testicals, feeling their way against her palm. They felt so full.

“Ah... hah... gods..” Jaune panted a bit more while keeping quiet. When he felt Weiss licking the slit of his cock more pre cum left form the pleasure as her small tongue glazed the head of his cock in both spit and pre. When her hands went to his testicals they were full of his potent Arc sperm. His cock throbbed in her hands and Jaune started to write down some stuff trying to act busy as Weiss pleased his cock how she wanted.

Her small tongue ran along the large mushroom over and over again, coating it in saliva and her tongue in pre. She began to take his large penis into her small mouth. But found it to be impossible. The best she could do was get his head in. It was infuriating for the little heiress. “Stupid cock. Why is you penis SOOO BIG Arc??” The little perfectionist whispered in annoyance.

Jaune heard Weiss and moved a hand over her head. “Maybe you might need some help.” He whispered while he groaned a little feeling her attempts at trying to take his cock into her small mouth. He then helped a bit to get some of his cock into her mouth with a small push down of his hand. Soon enough the tip touched the back of Weiss’s tight small throat.

‘How dare this oaf take liberties with me! Did he forget who I am!’ Seethed the loli heiress internally. But the blush on her pale face was one of pleasure and pride at being able to take this monster cock down her throat. ‘Hmph, at least I can now say I’ve taken bigger cocks at my age than either Winter or Mother!’ Thought the little loli.

Sticking her tongue, she slid it past her lips and teased the blond’s large nuts. Tracing her small tongue back and forth around the two large orbs. Her hands made their way between her panties and into her wet slit.

Jaune groaned as his Cock moved more into Weiss’s throat. His grip on her head lessened and actually went to her pony tail. Holding onto it and using it to move her head up and down his member he fucked the little Heiressess throat more and noticed she was playing with herself. He looked around and saw Nora was too busy bouncing on Rens lap silently so he let go of Weiss’s ponytail and moved his hand over to her cute little ass.

His hand moved down and kneaded and squeezed the schnee’s bubbly butt before he moved to fingers to her pussy and pushed them in and used his thumb to tease her other little hole under her panties. ‘Gods this is the best. Having a cute girl like Weiss do this... I don’t want it to end...’ he thought as he groaned a bit more with pre cum leaving the tip more once he felt Weiss’s small tongue lick at his balls.

“Bwah!” Weiss gasped as she pulled her lips off of the fat cock. “Ok that enough. I think you are ready.” She marked at the knight. The little loli shimmied herself onto the blond’s lap, and while having a leg on either side of his hip and using his shoulder as support, Weiss used one of her small hands to guide his throbbing erection to her soaking wet fuck hole. “Ahhh.” A small gasp slipped from between her lips as the very tip of the shaft slipped in her tight hole.

Hearing her Jaune let Weiss move up and say a book up to cover her in a way and looked down at her as she took his hard cock into her small wet pussy. Once the tip went in he covered his mouth to groan due to how tight The little heiress was and soon placed a hand on her thigh and one her shoulder to keep her steady as he slowly moved her down more. To add in more he leaned down and silenced Weiss for the moment with a kiss so no one could hear her gasp or yelp at the entrance, swirling his larger tongue with her much smaller one as he slowly slid Weiss’s body down as his cock slowly went up her tight cunt.

Weiss lives this feeling. The feeling of her little pussy being filled up more and more. It made her back arch and her toes curl. Her tongue played with true large one, swirling and fighting for dominance. Her small arm wrapped around his neck and played with his blond locks her small budding breasts pressed against his strong chest. Her hips moved on their own as the slid up and down his meat. A light slapping sound could by their closest siting friends. Weiss’ pussy was creaming and gushing, coating the mighty member in her love juices.

Jaune could feel Weiss’s needy pussy clamp down on his cock as it caused a bike to form on her once smooth abdomen and he held onto her soft thighs and get her legs wrap around his waist or at least tried. He kept his head down and continued to make out with the schnee and mostly dominate her smaller mouth and tongue, exploring it with his larger one as he saw fit. His cock throbbed inside of Weiss as he bounced her body on his cock, fucking her while gripping her soft bubbly asscheeks in both his hands. He could feel her nipples harden against his chest as he was nearing his climax as his cock hit Weiss’s cervix.

“Mmmh~” Weiss panted. Her legs trembling as she got closer to her climax. Her pussy juice now flowing like a torrent. “Fuck me jaune. Fuck me.” Gasped the little heiress. All pretenses of the small proud heiress gone.

Now that she was so close, all she cared about was getting off. And she had the perfect cock to do that with.

“I will weiss.. hah.. I.. Nngh.. will..” he moved her hips faster as he grabbed her ass a bit harder. His cock was pistoning in and out of her tight little hole, feeling it get wetter and splash against the puddle on his waist that’s was her juices. He then made out with Weiss once more before he pushed her down entirely and his cock pushed into her small little womb before he came and groaned. Filling the cute little heiress up with his potent seed. His warm thick cum entered her womb and bloated Weiss’s belly up a little bit.

“Mmmh~ so warm~” Weiss Gasped, a shiver ran up her spine from her hot and bloated womb. She lay her head on Jaunes broad shoulders. Resting as she tried to catch her breath. Her legs were now like jelly. Weiss let her eyes roam the class once more. Noticing some of her friends staring at the pair. Some even masterbating.

Jaune pauses and closed his eyes while keeping Weiss on his cock. He then slowly moved her a bit to stir the cum inside of her womb and noticed Port was still talking. ‘Good..’ he thought as he started to move Weiss off his cock so they could try to get decent before the bell rings. But he noticed that Yang and ruby were already eating each other out under their desk and Ren had came inside more, whom was sleeping on the desk. “Fuck Weiss... that was amazing.” He said quietly while letting her rest against him with his cock still sheathed in then little schnee.

“Mmmh~” hummed Weiss in agreement. “ you might be dolt Jaune Arc. But you are a dolt with a very nice cock.” She mused. Her small had rubbing her bloated tummy as his spunk trickled down her leg. “That was quite... acceptable.” She nodded.

“Thanks..” he said quietly and leaned his head back a bit. He then recalled something and rubbed Weiss’s back gently. “Hey your on protection right?” He asked as his cum was potent. Certainly enough to have kids. He looked down at the young heiress wondering what she’d say.

“Shit”

#J.... A..#W.... S.....#Naughtyrwby #free use at beacon

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orangeseoks · 5 years ago

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low-life // k.sj

[ disclaimer! ]

this is of pure fiction and is NOT to be taken seriously! this was literally written for fun,, i might make it a series btw let me know what you think! :))

- i also write using ‘ i ‘ rather than ‘ you ‘ ,, fanfic writing habit xD -

buckle up and enjoy the ride,, love you all!

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Chatter, constant chatter, that’s all that’s heard and probably all that my poor ears ever will hear.

With a frown, I kick my legs back and forth in an effort to occupy myself as I listen to the conversation between my dad and one of the staff members at the loaners. Or in other words, the only place we get money from.

Sure there’s the bank but they pay piss all and is we come to a loaner, at least we can enough to pay for rent etc.

Scoffing, I look up and watch as a tall man with broad shoulders walks past me, tossing me sly side glance. Gulping, I sit up and adjust my simple black shirt giving him a small smile to be polite.

The man merely chuckles and tips his head toward me before he’s greeted by a staff member. My senses gradually calm as the man has his back facing me- sure, he’s handsome and all, but am I going to be like fifteen year old me and check him out as often as possible?

I bloody hope not.

“Oh fuck me,” I mutter oh-so quietly to myself as my eyes somehow find my way over to his broad figure. I hate myself for doing but I can’t stop.

Something- Something about him just attracts me, and its killing me.

“-Lets go.” My dad says as he shoves the new green card into his pocket and waits for me to gather myself. I give him a blunt ‘yeah’ and grab my bag whilst the two of us exit the large building.

Me being me, I turn my head almost every step of the way just to look at him; that man. And hopefully- hopefully have him staring back at me just the same.

Like one of those romance movies where the two mains find their soulmates.

Stupid, I think as I face forward to push the heavy glass door open. Once stepping outside I take one last glance before crossing the street, and to my utter shock there he is; the man. His lips parted and his eyes right on me, the staff member in front of him growing annoyed at this.

Smiling shyly, I tip my head and run across the road in a hurry as my father is already much ahead of me.

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Upon our arrival home I can’t help but think of that man and who is, if he’s some sort of idol. Or maybe a restaurant owner, or maybe even some sort of business man!

“Ahhh!” I cry out, throwing my bag across my room, not caring about what’s knocked over by it and toss myself onto my bed face first. “Stop thinking about him you frickn loser.” I tell myself angrily, pissed at the fact that I haven’t gotten over some gorgeous stranger I saw when getting a loan.

Pouting, I face my ugly ceiling and contemplate on my life, if its all really worth it.

Sighing loudly, I face palm myself, my body automatically sitting up so I can change out of my current fit.

I stare at myself in the mirror and I tie my hair into a tiny-ass ponytail, but because its been cut so short its harder than usual. Twirling just a little I watch as my loosely fitted shirt puffs with the air flowing through my room.

Rolling my eyes, I stomp out of my room to pig out on the fruit we have stored at the bottom of the fridge, tucked nicely into a drawer beneath the lower shelf is.

Grabbing a plum along with a nice red apple, I march back into my room and check my notifications that continue to fill the screen of my laptop, sighing I clear the ones that aren’t that important.

“Oh-” I start as an unexpected notification comes up from Twitter, chuckling I open the app and respond to the message sent by my close friend.

@/taco_desu

- i’ve been banned from my phone again,, so i had to come back to twitter

and that concerns me how exactly? -

@/taco_desu

- oh cut the attitude you piece of shit

- i sent you a message to ask if you wanted to go out tonight

hmm, sure,,,,,,, where exactly are we going btw -

@/taco_desu

- dunno yet :))

Clicking my tongue I push my laptop away from me as I find myself looking for another set of clothes to change into.

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With a sigh, I ruffle my hair as I follow behind the awfully large group of people my friend has decided to bring along with us, I knew there’d be quite a few, but I didn’t expect a whole class worth.

“Oi, Jess,” I speak out of the blue tapping the preoccupied girl on the shoulder. She growls at his and turns to face me with an annoyed look on her caked face, “what is it?” She questions bluntly.

“Oh, I dunno..” I start pausing for a moment so I can glare at her, “maybe its just the fact that there’s a mix of strangers and our actual friends here.”

“So what?” She snaps back with an eye roll following after, “so what?” I repeat, trying my hardest not to lose my temper with her.

“I don’t know these people, man, at least tell me before hand.”

Jess sighs and places her arm onto my shoulder and continues to walk forward along with the rest of us, “you need to socialise. Being all cooped up in your room isn’t healthy.”

“Besides, you might enjoy tonight,” Jess finishes with a mere raise of the eyebrow. My jaw dropping I stare at her in shock, “no. You wouldn’t dare-”

“-Don’t under mind me missy, I did pass mathematics after all.”

Scoffing, I playfully shove her away from me with a low chuckle erupting from the depths of my chest. Jess laughs at this and decides to run off towards the front of the group, shaking my head I grin and shove my hands into the pockets of my hoodie.

Maybe things won’t go badly, a bit of banter won’t hurt.

Kicking a stone, I watch as it hops along the concrete and onto the road getting hit immediately by a passing car. Scrunching up my nose I let out a frustrated huff and find something else to pass some time, our large group not seeming to stop anytime soon on our walk.

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My eyes wide and my mouth gaping, I stare in complete shock at what is before me, “your kidding!” I yell, turning to face everyone. “We’re not going there!?”

“Don’t worry about it!” One girl shouts from the back of the crowd, tossing me a reassuring smile. “Yeah, its not like your going to sing anyways.” Jess adds with a cheeky smirk.

Poking my tongue out at her I follow behind and embrace the incredible design of the room we’ve rented for karaoke.

Nodding my head, I settle with whats to come and just enjoy the many snacks and beverages on the coffee table. “They even have cup ramen!” Jess chimes in amazement.

Holding back a smile, I take a can Pepsi and sip at the refreshing drink. “Hey,” I start taking another quick gulp of my drink, “isn’t this your uncles workplace?”

Clearing her throat, Jess scratches her neck and stuffs her cheeks with sweets. “That explains all the extras.” I finish, leaning back and kicking my feet up on the coffee table.

Jess rolls her eyes at me, harshly switching on the large t.v, along with the speaker and mics.

And the singing begins.

Screaming on the top of our lungs, we sing loud enough to cause an earthquake, our bodies jumping to the beat of the music and coming up with our own dance moves.

Myself and Jess both share a mic, our voices combining with one-another as we practically own the rap. Occasionally stopping for a random laugh or just to catch our breaths.

Breaking into a fit of laugher, I drop to my knees and hold my gut as I can feel it tightening with each small breath I draw in between laughs.

“You guys suck!” A girl screeches as she teasingly hits someone, a giggle escaping her lips, I smile at this and crawl over to a clear spot on the floor and lay down in an attempt to calm myself down since I have the sudden urge to go full crackhead.

I let out a low breath, closing my eyes as the hot room temperature finally hits me and the slight sweat that coats my face now annoying me. Patting my covered hand along my face, I get rid of any sweat that I can feel and push my bangs out of my face so my forehead can breathe.

“Aish! Where’s the air con!” I yell from the the floor, completely frustrated but not enough to make me stop laughing. Chuckling, I sigh and fan myself. My body gradually growing limp and tired, my eyes eventually close and I fall into a blissful current of angelic sleep.

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Groaning, I rub at the corners of my eyes and sit up, tired and in a lot of pain I look around the room to find no-one. Not a single soul, only the mess left behind and a mic torn from its wire, along with snack wrappers stuffed into vent spaces.

“Of course,” I sigh, scratching my cheek. “They ditched me and left all the mess.”

Slowly, I stand up, “oh-” a voice speaks from behind me. Surprised, I jump almost a mile high, clutching my chest as I turn to face them.

“You scared.. me-” My sentence trails off as I find myself face-to-face with the man from earlier today. Swallowing hard, I grow somewhat awkward around him and clear my throat.

“I saw you earlier, you were waiting for someone, right?”

“I, um.. Yeah.” I respond shyly, pulling the cuffs of my oversized sweatshirt over my hands in a way to distract myself. The man snickers at this, following a nod.

“It- It was my dad actually,” adding onto my sentence I mentally face palm myself for stuttering, how embarrassing.

The man smiles and brushes past me, “you were out for awhile.”

“I what?”

“You’ve been knocked out over there for almost four hours, I’m surprised you haven’t noticed the time.”

Time. Oh my god-

The time!

My eyes suddenly grow wide as I eagerly search through my pockets to find my phone, holding it up I check the time and to my complete shock I see that its pretty much 11PM.

And I arrived at around four.

“I need to go home, holy shit.” Mumbling under my breath, I hurriedly pick up some of the rubbish that’s laying around and toss it into a nearby bin. My legs instantly picking up their pace and racing toward the door.

“Where a-bouts do you live, I could drop you off?”

Halting my steps, I turn to face the man- giving him a soft smile. “Thank you, but I can get home on my own.”

Humming, the man stops what he’s doing and walks over to me. Gulping, I take a hesitant step back and stare up at this tree of a man.

A handsome tree of a man.

“Jess gave me your address so I can drop you off, its not like I’m some weird creep anyways-”

Crossing my arms over my chest, I raise a brow and nod, “sure thing.” I reply dryly earning a tsk from the man in front of me. “Jin, I’m Jin, you know that cousin she’s always talking about?”

I nod, “yeah well that’s me. Do you still think I’m a creep now, huh?”

“I dunno..” My response is far from polite, I give the man a cheeky grin and raise both my eyebrows in a way to annoy him. He laughs at this and takes out his car keys.

“Hurry up before I change my mind.”

“I-” My mouth hangs open as Jin brushes past me with the most gorgeous smile I’ve ever seen, his round cheeks standing proud and his lips plump as ever.

I think I’m in love.

I quickly hit myself in the head, breaking into a jog to catch up with Jin, “snail!” Is all he says as the two of us enter the parking lot, the lights of a clean black car shining in the distance.

With a huff, I walk beside him with my hands buried in my pockets.

Jin laughs, opening the passenger door for me, I scoff and seat myself in the comfortable car that smelt of sweet vanilla, a hint of cologne also wandering the inside of the car.

“You seemed nicer in the stories I was told,” is all I say whilst pulling my seat belt over me. Jin hums at this and drives out of the large parking lot, his side profile catching me off guard.

“You shouldn’t stare a people, its rude.”

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The two of us walk over to me doorstep, being sure not to trip over anything in the process. With a sigh I place my onto the doorknob, turning to face Jin.

“Thanks.. I guess.”

Jin smiles and looks down shyly before looking back up at me, his eyes bright and sparkly despite the ever growing darkness of night.

“Anytime,” and with that he tips his head just as he did in the loaners and walks off and away from me. His figure never leaving my sight.

“Drive safely!” I call out to him, raising my hand into the air, watching as he waves out to me. “I will! Goodnight!”

A soft smile graces my lips as he pulls out of my driveway, the back lights of his car just visible from the road.

And then.. He’s gone.

#bts fic #bts jin #oneshot #jin one shot #jin fanfic #fluf #bts ff #jin fluff #bts scenarios #bts love story #ff #fanfic #bts romance #romance #orangeseoks

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kumoriyami-xiuzhen · 5 years ago

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Hakuoki Hijikata Biyori Track 8 Translations

First post of the month.... sorry its a bit late but i was busy with life....As this is my first post of the month, please support me if you can either on ko-fi (https://ko-fi.com/V7V2W0HO) or through paypal (paypal.me/KumoriYami ).... also let me know if you have any hakuoki drama cds that you’d be willing to share that are on my looking for list since i don’t have the audio for those.....

Anyway (yea, I like this word), I managed to find 2 versions of this translation in Chinese so imma probably compare what i did to the other one later b4 I do a vid... since this was fairly difficult for me to translate this time around as the lack of conversation makes inferring words more than a bit harder. also have i mentioned my dislike of dramas with only one char? will say i prefer monologues>dramas though since I appreciate them more... and since nothing happens in a monologue aside from the conveying of thoughts...

In my opinion, this drama makes very little sense without the audio since Hijikata is the sole speaker... also because there are quite a few odd background noises in the audio but I’ll worry bout that later when I make my srt file.

Enjoy.....? if able to? well it’s on youtube if you search for 土方日和 if you don’t wanna wait (mind i think they’re in connected parts as opposed to separate tracks).... i think i’m going to try to at least do 1 biyori a month minimum.... maybe? who knows.... i haven’t really thought of that since my translation plans are more or less: i want x done within y period and i’ll probably start working on this thingie within z period.... and btw i wanna do x1 now for reasons just because so i’ll be squeezing this in now....

...lol. randomness rules.

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Hakuoki Hijikata Biyori Track 8 Work

Translation by KumoriYami

Hijikata: Then I'm going to be working in my room now. If there are any problems, call me.

(door closes)

...Can finally get to organizing the documents. There's a lot of things that can't/won't be/get done once the room is left.

Okay/Well, first are the letters for Edo [?]. Thanks to the military's financial accommodations [might just be increased financial accommodations?].... Ah, this seems only half written... Why was this left half done.... Ah hahaha, originally this was Shinpachi's! Because Shinpachi suddenly rushed out, really, that guy is always so noisy.

Ahhh.... before writing letters you need to clean up. So.... these papers can't be spread everywhere on the desk.

Ah, need to throw this out....hey, what's this? Why wasn't this sent to the Aizu Domain yet?...

Ahh, what's this/what the hell? It was supposed to be sent... ah, that's right, i remember.

Heisuke was looking for trouble [causing trouble?] so I forgot about it.

Really, Heisuke really still is immature/is immature as before/ever.

Ahh, nothing can be done about it./can't help it.

[I] Need to remember to hand this to the messenger today/ I need to remember to send this today.

Today, Heisuke and Shinpachi are on patrol, so things [/work?] can be done calmly/smoothly.

nn... okay! Roughly finished tidying up. Need to hurry up and finish this work.

But/However, today's weather is really not bad/nice..... anyway/anyhow, there hasn't been time to write haiku lately.

The words of this season... [might just say This season] Nn.... ah... no. need to finish this paperwork first.

ahh, [this is a/made a ] mistake.

...It's so quiet... how rare.

Although there has been an increase in team members, recently it feels that headquarters has become more cramped/narrow.

Ah, no good. now is not the time to waste time. Ah, [this is ] wrong again!

Ah geez/really!

Ah, what's going on... what/what happened! exactly what happened/ what the hell is going on!

Why is it so noisy. Ah? Calling me to go? ...Ha... What's the matter! It's because of this I can't make any progress with my work!

ah, geez.

-fini-

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in other news, i’m half done editing hakuo gakuen ssl track 2′s srt file.... also I seriously believe that I knew way more about the benefits of staying in the EU than the average UK citizen despite not being a citizen of the bloc (i got loooooots of opinions on politics and the environment as someone actively reads about international news. lol. going to limit what i say for the most part though... or at least until i feel the need to vent it all out).

also i’m unlikely to start turning out translations anytime soon (meaning faster now or do more) as im *trying* to put in a bit more time in for music this month...(i’m making progress at least! plus i’m 100% done with everything after Nagakura’s solo in Never Say Goodbye, Forever, and only have 3 main areas to fix on that piece) plus i don’t wanna change the releases i have planned for this month (they’re mainly done for this month though im still editing them right now... and anything aside from what’s planned will be pushed to next month’s schedule for TLs - the next planned post will be superrr long btw).... ugh... maybe i just just do patreon for early access? i’ve got things queued up til mid-october.... oh, and this post won’t be edited since it’s going to be made into a vid anyway... and i don’t wanna revisit this biyori cuz it’s boring -.-.

*sighhhh*

did you know? i like blue.... also im super tired.... still havent edited last month’s stuff since no time........... i’ll do that at the end of this month. -.-

also i (think) found translations for the original six character monologues.... though Saito’s is already translated I believe... so it’s unlikely that i’m going to re-translate that....

#hakuoki #hakuouki #hakuoki drama cd #hijikata biyori #Hijikata Toshizou

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startistdoodles · 6 years ago

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How did you meet your wife, Hyde?

(I was in the mood to write something and I’ve always wanted to tell the story of their meeting so I put this together :3 Hope you enjoy!)

‘Where’s Joey?’had gone from the most asked question to the least asked question in a matterof months once the boy figured out he could sneak away from home when hischores were done. And the worry that his parents once displayed was turned toa simple roll of the eyes as they figured he was off to that place again—his sanctuary.His spot where the grass had split in accustom to him sitting himself downagainst the rough bark of the grand oak tree behind.

It was a small, tranquil space just outside of town and up andover the hill where lush trees and soft grasses had made themselves a littlehome of their own among the wildflowers. It was the perfect spot for watchingthe butterflies dance over yellow blooms and listen to the trees rustle as ifthey were speaking to one another. Joey may not have believed in magic, but if therereally was any, he knew that this spot was where it called home.

And that spot was exactly where he sat on this Septemberafternoon, its harvest skies shifting from cool blue to a warm orange and soon,violet. Which meant that if Joey didn’t want to be carried home by the seat ofhis pants in the firm grasp of his father, he should be making his way back downthe hill.

But the boy dismissed this thought as his legs curled to sitmore comfortably, sketchbook in his lap. One more sketch is all, he decided.Then, he’ll at least start thinking about heading back.

Maybe.

And he would forever be glad he stayed.

The lead of the pencil scratched against the page, outlininga small, horned monster among various other sketches, its large mouth curvedinto a sharp-toothed snarl with a slender, arrow-tipped tail trailing behind itsback. Joey smiled to himself in pride of his work. He had always had afascination with the strange and mysterious. Perhaps this would make a goodcharacter to add to his little brother’s bedtime story.

But his daydreaming thoughts were interrupted by a swish ofblonde and a button nose very nearly smushing against his own as a kid—a girl, swung from a branch above like ananimal and hung her head down in the face of the young creator below. And wasthere ever a louder or more pathetic scream to come from him.

The dark, doe-like eyes of the girl stared into the shaken duel-coloredones of her terrified victim, his hand over his chest as he took deep and heavybreaths. His face flushed bright as he could hear his screech echo through thetrees.

“Why did you–!” he began once had caught his breath,turning his fear into frustration. But he wasn’t allowed to answer.

“Are you a alien?” The girl tilted her head to the side, herface scrunched in almost exaggerated questioning.

“…what?”

“You have weird eyes,” she explains, her hands reaching downtowards her reddening face as blood began to rush to her head. “Are you aalien?”

Joey scrunched his brows at this comment. And though hehated to admit how insecure he was about people pointing out his odd eyes, hedecided now wasn’t the time to waste explaining such feelings to this…kid.

“No, I am not an alien,” he huffed. “I’m a person. Like you.Although you appear to be more monkey than human if I’m to be honest. You’regonna pass out, kid.”

The girl appeared to agree and after a moment of haulingherself upright on the branch, she slid herself back down to reunite with theearth beneath her feet. Her hair was able to be quite easily compared to anatural disaster after what it had gone through what with all the swinging aroundand such, but it seemed not to bother her as she waddled over next to the boyand settled down at his side. Joey, however, was already scooting himself awayas he stayed close to the perimeter of the wide trunk.

“What are you drawing?” she inquired as she continued tocrawl alongside him as he inched himself around the tree uncomfortably.

“…Nothing.” He mumbled.

“Show me!”

“No!”

“Show me!!”

“No, leave me alone, kid!”

The girl made a final grab for his arm in an effort to makehim stop moving. And it worked, as Joey turned to look at her red face anddesperate, curious young eyes.

“…Please?” she asked more quietly. And despite him notknowing this girl or where she came from, what she was doing in his tree in thefirst place, he offered her a low sigh and finally settled down again.

“Fine. If you…really want to see, I guess.” He agreed as hebrushed off the cover of the sketchbook with another small huff through hisnose.

“I do!!” She chirped happily, snuggling closer into his sideand looking over his shoulder with a bright smile—a smile so curious and kinddespite lacking two front teeth.

Joey winced a bit as she curled next to him, the red in hischeeks returning. But as he opened his sketchbook, all attention that mighthave been drawn to his face was instead hooked to his doodles.

“Wow,” she breathed as the boy slowly turned the delicatepages of the worn book. “You’re the best artist I’ve ever seen,”

“It’s just a hobby,” he mumbled, flattered as he continued flippingthrough. He listened as his admirer and possibly biggest fan next to Henry ‘ohhh’and ‘ahhh’ at his work, his lips curling into a proud smile and cheeks pressingup into his eyes.

It wasn’t long until he reached the last page in his book,revealing the sharp-toothed monster he had drawn just minutes earlier. This one,however, made the girl frown a bit.

“…It looks mean,” she admitted.

“Well of course it’s mean,” Joey explained matter-of-fact. “It’sa demon-monster. Like the ones they teach us about in church.”

“Not all demon-monsters have to be mean,” She replied as herhead tilted up to look at him, her hand brushing stray, pale strands out of herface. “Some can be…good, right?”

“I don’t think you understand—”

“Can I try?”

The boy winced at this question—kids always want to have achance to do the same as older kids do. Which is why it didn’t necessarily surprise him that she wanted a chance todraw, but it did still make him laugh nervously as he tried to stall for timeand think about how to feel about someone else drawing in his sketchbook.

“…Okay,” he finally sighed after handing her the pencil. He supposed hecould always erase it later if he needed.

And as the young girl took the pencil, she gently erased thesnarl from the monster, replacing it with a wide and friendly toothed grin andadding scribbly rosy cheeks for good measure.

“There,” she said finally, leaning her head on Joey’sshoulder once she had finished her work. “She’s perfect now.”

“’She…?’” hemuttered questioningly before fixating on the drawing. And after a moment, hiseyes softened as he took a hand to gently ruffle the hair of the girl at hisside.

“…Yeah,” he admitted, the smile in the drawing beginning to reflecton his own lips as well as the ones on the girl’s face. “She is.”

“What’s her name?”

“She…doesn’t have one.”

“She has to have a name, you know.”

“I know, but I’m not too terribly good at names.”

“That’s alright, name her whatever you want!”

The pressure began to sink as he desperately looked aroundfor inspiration. But there was nothing here, just plants and shrubs and mosslaced together with ivy as they climbed up the tree trunks…–

“…Ivy,” he saidsuddenly.

“Huh?”

“Her name is Ivy.”

The girl took a glance back down at the drawing in his lap,her lips pursed in thought before her head nodded excitedly. “I like that name,”she agreed with a small yawn. “It’s…pretty.”

Joey smiled to himself before he looked back down to thedrawing, only to notice it was getting a bit harder to see. And almost as if itwas on queue, he could hear the gruff voice of his father calling his name inthe distance. Drat–

“Listen, kid,” he said suddenly, rising to his feet andbrushing off clinging bits of grass from his overalls. “I gotta get back homenow. My father is calling and if I don’t get back, I’ll…uh…I’ll get in trouble.”

“Oh,” she replied softly, wiping sleepiness from her eyes asshe pushed herself to her feet. “Ok then…I guess…”

The boy only had to take one step before he turned back tothe younger child, almost hesitantly.

“What’s your name, kid?” he raised the question to her asher head lifted back up slowly.

“Charlotte,” she answered gently. “What’s yours?”

“Joey,” he said with a smile. “Joey Drew,” and once again hetook a hesitant step away but not able to pull himself to go back home. Justyet, at least.

“Uhhh…Charlotte, huh? Will you, um…be here tomorrow?”

At that, Charlotte’s eyes lit up with surprise and her headnodded excitedly, long strands of hair bouncing on her head.

“Yeah! Yeah, of course!” She agreed with a bright smilepaired with eager bounciness in her feet. “Wh-when? Tomorrow night?”

“Oh anytime,” the boy grinned as he took a few steps backtowards home and his father’s voice. “I’m always around.”

#ask #ask star #startist tries to write #charlotte drew #joey drew #hyde #writing #thefallenmidnight #now back to brush asks

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drarryruinsmylife · 7 years ago

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Requested by: Anonymous

Request: “Can you write me a smutty story where Drarry is sleeping and they’re spooning and Harry ‘slips it in’ and then Draco wakes up and is confused and ahhh. Also could you tag @introvertedannika in it? She’s my best friend and it’ll confuse the FUCK out of her!”

Warning: NSFW ———-

The sun was shining through the window, only slightly covered by the white, long curtains that gave the room even more light.

Right next to it was a king sized bed, white sheets all over two naked, sleeping boys that go by the name of Harry and Draco.

The whole atmosphere reminded of one of those bed sheet commercials.

Harry groaned as he opened his eyes, overwhelmed by the brightness of the sun.

His arm was wrapped around his boyfriend, his chest pressing against his back as the brown haired boy placed soft kisses on the others shoulder blades, slowly raising up to his neck.

A little smile spread across his face as he buried his nose in the blonde hair that he usually loved to run his fingers through.

Memories of last night rushed through his head and his teeth soon find his bottom lip as he remembered all of it clearly.

The two of them have been together for quite a while now, but he still wasn’t used to the way Draco touched him, looked at him, wanted him.

It drove him crazy.

It drove him crazy how Draco got under his skin, how his low moans could make Harry orgasm just like that.

It drove him crazy when they were in public and Draco flirted with him because he knew exactly what to do to get into Harry’s pants.

It drove him crazy that he loved this man and, thank merlin, that man loved him back.

Back in Hogwarts there was a lot of angry wanking in the dorm when everyone was sleeping, a lot of things in his head when he observed Malfoy’s body in potions.

He could write books.

But never has he thought he would end up loving this Slytherin with all of his heart.

It all started when they returned back to Hogwarts for a 8th year.

Obviously everything has changed, McGonagall was the new headmistress of the school and a lot of new teachers were needed.

Instead of the old bathroom where once the entrance to the chamber of secrets was placed, they put a really big memorial thing there, where all the students and teachers were named, that lost their lives during the war.

Even Hedwig was on there.

A new thing was that there were no separate common rooms anymore.

All of the four houses shared one big room, which was good because everyone, especially the Slytherins, needed that kind of support at that time.

However, there were now dorm rooms for two people.

And guess who got paired together, hahaha.

Draco 2cool4you Malfoy and Harry Icantdie Potter.

They had all kind of fights, really, it was awful, but one day Harry brought some lunch to the room for Draco because he missed it due to his homework, and Draco made Harry’s bed the next day because the Gryffindor was in a rush.

And then Harry folded Draco’s clothes, who then decided to tell goodnight stories to the other male to fall asleep.

And then one day Harry crawled into Draco’s bed because he couldn’t stop crying after a nightmare, which was of losing Draco but he never told him, and Draco just held him through the night.

And, to top it all off, Draco once left the bathroom door open while he was showering, and Harry peeked through and got really horny, so he waited for the blonde to leave to get rid of his little problem down there, but Draco forgot something and boom.

Harry surely never thought a blowjob could feel this good.

Said boy was brought back to reality when he felt something under the blanket hardening.

“Fuck, not now.”, he whispered to himself but that surely didn’t do anything.

And the fact that Draco’s bare ass was pressing against his growing erection surely wasn’t helping.

With his cheeks covered in crimson red, his hand found its way down and he hesitated for a moment before he wrapped it around his erection and began to move his hand in slow motions.

His free hand didn’t take long to grab Draco’s ass firmly, to which the blonde responded with a low growl.

Harry’s hand stopped and took place on his boyfriend as well, where he slowly rubbed a finger along his entrance.

“Fuck, you’re still so ready from last night.”

Harry would lie if he said that this didn’t turn him on to the core, and when he thrust in two fingers at once, he almost moaned against Draco’s neck.

His erection was twitching and he quickly pulled out his fingers in order to place his pulsing erection where his fingers had been.

His teeth slightly sunk into Draco’s skin as he was fully surrounded by his heat, not able to stop himself from groaning deeply.

After the first few thrust, Draco’s moans became louder and he suddenly opened his eyes, a shocked gasp leaving his throat.

“What the-ahh!”

Now it was his turn to blush and Draco tried to hide his face, but Harry grabbed his arm and thrust harder.

“P-Potter!! You fucki-oh-you fucking perv!!”

Harry just grinned and bit the skin of his neck again, sucking and licking it in ways that would definitely leave marks as he listened to Draco’s desperate moans.

When he, however, suddenly stopped, Draco gave him an disapproving groan.

The brown haired man didn’t let that irritate him tho, and he pulled out, just to lay on his back.

“I want you to ride me.”

Draco gasped.

Harry knew it was Draco’s favorite position (he would never admit that tho) and he never lasted long that way.

Without further hesitation Draco placed himself on Harrys lap, slowly sinking down on his throbbing dick.

Broken moans filled the room, filled Harrys head, and he grabbed Draco’s hips to support his movements, watching him with a dark expression.

Soon enough the skin on skin noises became louder, both of them were now a moaning mess, and when Harry moved his hand up and down Draco’s shaft, he spilled all over Harry’s stomach with his name on his lips.

Harry also couldn’t hold on any longer, and with a few lazy thrusts he came inside his already collapsed boyfriend.

Both of them were breathing hard, just enjoying the intensity of this short moment.

Harry wrapped one arm around Draco, who had his face against Harry’s chest now, and used the other one as an extra pillow.

“What a way to wake up.”

Draco chuckled and Harry smiled.

“Stop smiling like an idiot, Potter.”

“Stop calling me Potter.”

“Become a Malfoy then.”

For a brief second Harry’s heart dropped and he almost screamed like an excited teenager.

“Marry me.”, Draco whispered tiredly.

“Once you’ll wake up again.”

“Good…very good…”

Draco’s eyes slowly closed, and as Harry kissed his forehead and told him that he loved him, there was even a faint smile on his lips. —-

#oh my god #the cuteness #kill me #nsisbdjd #asdfghjkl #that's an actual tag #wtf #drarry #drarry smut #drarry fluff #harry potter #harry x draco #draco malfoy #draco x harry #harry malfoy #draco potter

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kfawkes · 7 years ago

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alright get up here with Taron (I'm not sure if you do actors but it would be lovely if you did :) x

[Hi! I’ve been sitting on this for awhile… and I apologize for that!!! I know I’ve made posts/comments on how I don’t really write for celebrities… and I really don’t lol, but I have said that I would be open to making exceptions… so here I am lol, making an exception XD

It’s pretty short and quick though, and I really don’t know Taron as a person so it’s a little harder/awkward for me to write for/as him… where as Eggsy I super connect with and feel like I know him so well SO ITS SO EASY TO BE EGGSY!!!! But… anyway off topic lol. This is pretty fluffy and Colin makes an appearance hahah. Hope you like it my kind sweet and patient anon!

Pairing: Taron Egerton x Reader

Warnings: mild cursing.

About: You’re a makeup artist on the set of Kingsman 2!!! Why? Because idk. I can :P ]

It didn’t take long for you to realize just how amazing Taron was. It was one thing to see him on the big screen acting cheeky as fuck as Eggsy, but another to witness it first hand. Not only was he charming as all hell, but had a smile that lit up the room, with eyes even brighter than that… and to top it off he had a killer personally, and his terrible jokes never failed to make you laugh.

Which to be clear only made your crush worse. A whole lot worse…

It was normal to have a tiny crush on some random celebrity you’d never meet– it was even to be expected, and had you known a few months ago that you’d be working alongside yours, you may have tried to mentally prepare yourself… But could you really prepare yourself for something like this?

The answer was no, you really couldn’t.

When you got the call that you’d be doing lead makeup on Kingsman: The Golden Circle you just about pissed your pants while simultaneously crying and mumbling in attempts to form any sentences other than ‘ohmygod’ or ‘is this real life???’ and even now over 4 months into filming you could still hardly believe it.

You were a nobody in the industry. A nothing, fresh out of school with only indies under your belt, yet here you were–

“Mornin, Y/n,” a familiar voice purred softly behind you, and in that moment like every moment before you felt a warm wave wash over you as you jumped in surprise.

“How are you?” he voice continued stepping forward.

“Sneaking up on people is super creepy, Taron…” You spun around with a smile when he laughed; pulling your hand to your hip as you tilted your head slightly eyeing him as secretively as you could, and god damn if he didn’t look just like a dream.

“Right. Think Colin mighta mentioned that actually…”

You smiled to your feet then tried to look busy– moving stuff around, organizing things you’d already well… organized. “To answer your question, I’m good. Veeeery tired, but good… what about you? Busy night?”

“Nah, just stayed in and watched something… was quite lovely actually.” he answered dropping his bags to the side not breaking your gaze once. He watched closely as you fidgeted with your makeup brushes; enjoying the cute nervous mannerisms you displayed.

“Good… I’m glad. You deserve a break.” You paused nodding as you placed your makeup kit to your waist. “Alright then get up here, and let’s see what I can do with this mess…” you offered a wink– which was ballsy you had to admit, but you were just so comfortable with him, maybe too comfortable now that you thought about it… then signaled to the chair for him to sit.

He nodded lightly then complied not saying a word.

Today seemed different some how. Like Taron was different… and now you could swear he was staring at you in the mirrors reflection as you styled his hair.

You tried not to smile… to hold it back, but you felt it slipping just like the pink now decorating your cheeks. This of course he noticed as well, and in that moment he looked to his hands and pursed his lips as if in thought.

You bit your lip lightly trying to push away that feeling; knowing there’d be no chance in hell his thoughts would be about you… In that moment you reminded yourself he was miles out of your league… that he was just nice– friendly. Charming, kind and considerate, but not into you.

“Turn around then.” You set your hand lightly to his shoulder after a brief pat, but he didn’t move. A moment later you narrowed your eyes, trying to figure out what that look could possibly mean– Had he not heard you? “We don’t have all day do we? Pretty sure Matthew wanted you ready, oh…” you paused looking at an imaginary watch at your wrist. “15 minutes ago?”

Taron smiled this time, softer than the one he usually gave you but it was just as pure and sweet. He didn’t say anything yet, his face still lined as if he were debating something or having an argument quietly with himself. He did however turn in place finally, and when he ended his eyes looked up at you almost affectionately.

That look was jarring… intoxicating even, and in that moment you almost forgot why you were there at all. You just looked at him, and he just looked at you.

He smiled again, but this time he held admiration behind those azure eyes and maybe even something else… but you couldn’t think about that right now, because you had work to do and how does one even figure out what a look like that meant? Not like you could just ask him…

You finished the little that needed doing, then instructed him to turn around to bask in your masterpiece. Which… honestly wasn’t much aside from a few cuts and bruises but he acted woefully impressed as he eyed your handiwork with a wide smile.

That smile distracted you so much you hadn’t even realized you’d set your hands on both of his shoulders. That you’d been holding them there lightly while you laughed together… but a few seconds later he raised his brows, locking eyes with yours in the reflection once more.

It only took a split second for you to realize you were STILL touching him, and your face turned about awkwardly as you began lifting them, turning a darker shade of rose; mind rushing with anxiety as you realized the inappropriateness of it all… But before you could remove one of your hands, he slid his up and across his chest; resting it on yours, and locking your hand to his shoulder.

You stopped suddenly with jaw laid open lightly; eyes still transfixed on his, and saying you had no idea what to do or say didn’t really cover it… so you didn’t do or say anything at all. You just stood there as he ran his thumb lightly over the back of your hand with the softest smile you’d ever seen slipping the corners of his mouth.

“Ahhh, good morning Taron… Y/n.” Colin said as he stepped into the trailer with a wide smile. If he noticed what was happening between you two, he hadn’t yet let on– He just held his jacket in one hand and a large cup of coffee in the other looking oblivious and chipper as ever.

The second he spoke you pulled back from Taron as he turned in his chair to face his old friend with a welcoming smile. You hadn’t done so smoothly of course, but Colin was polite enough not to acknowledge your falter and went on as if nothing happened at all.

“Hello to you too… we just finished up. I’ll see you both in a bit.” Taron stood then, and as he passed Colin he gave his shoulder a friendly squeeze and made his way towards the door.

Colin walked towards you after a moment, ready to offer other pleasantries on your past weekend, but you were still focused on Taron and whatever the hell that was…

You shot your eyes to the door just before he exited the trailer. He was already looking at you, and tossed you that smile… that perfect smile as he stepped down and out leaving you with a warm feeling you would never forget and a fistful of questions.

#taron egerton x reader #taron imagine #Kingsman #Taron Egerton #imagines #prompt #ask #answered #fawkes talks #Eggsystential crisis #Idk what I'm doing with this one guys #lol #hope its good???????#idk bruv ;.; <3 enjoy anyway??!??!?!#i need help #send coffee

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pippytmi · 7 years ago

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Hi, for the drabble thing: The Last of the Real Ones by Fall Out Boy Supercorp, please And if I may... I feel that the first part is lena's pov and in the second it swichs to kara's But feel free to do whatever. Thank you so much

this song deserves so much more backstory ahhh but thank you for sending me this prompt!

The leaves of the trees are just beginning to fall when Lena loses her mother.

The cold of the air is turning her cheeks pink, and even the scratchy wool blanket Kara has draped over her shoulders offers little solace. Eventually Kara emerges from her home, carrying a cup of something hot, and Lena feels relief flood through her.

“You’ll catch your death, of cold,” Kara says, and she cups Lena’s face in her warm hands.

Lena swallows as though there is something lodged in her throat, her sorrow resurfacing at the soft sympathy in Kara’s eyes.

“Is she,” she tries to ask, and Kara’s sad smile is answer enough. Lena takes a cautious drink out of her cup as to avoid saying much else. The murky tea is something Kara’s mother always makes for those with upset stomachs, and it is just right for now.

Over the edge of the tin cup, Lena quietly watches the horses lined up by her home and wonders how, in such a short span of time, her life has changed so drastically.

Kara follows her line of sight. “I always did say you were meant to be a princess,” she says, perhaps to distract Lena as her mother’s body is carried out by soldiers. “One day, you will be queen as well.”

The thought makes Lena’s stomach churn. “I am not equipped to rule,” she says, dropping her gaze to her tea. “I find myself wishing that this is all a bad nightmare I have yet to wake from.”

“Do not count this as a complete misfortune, my friend,” Kara says gently, and she guides Lena’s head to rest atop her chest. “You will have a new family by the morn, and you will be in the palace walls, free from cold and hunger.”

“I will not have you,” Lena says. She has known Kara her whole life, and yet she is bashful in a way she does not understand now, cheeks pinking for a reason beyond the cold.

She cannot fathom why she has been the one chosen for this now, when there are others who deserve it more than she. Kara is one of the people who never seeks glory, but deserves it most of all; she is kind, and she is selfless, and has a heart so golden that Lena has always felt as though she is undeserving of such a friend.

Kara has a smile Lena would never tire of, and she shows it now. “You will not lose me,” she says. “I will write you, so you may tell me all about your father.”

The father she has always assumed has been dead, suddenly alive. A brother Lena has never known existed, suddenly dead on the brink of taking over his father’s place. Lena has gone from a tame life of a peasant to a sudden, overwhelming new one of a missing princess destined for the crown.

“Promise?” Lena asks, quietly, and Kara nods against the top of Lena’s head.

“I will always protect you, Lena. You have my word.”

Kara has not heard from Lena for many moons.

Alex rides with her all the way to the castle, and they deliver the letters Kara writes, but no letter ever comes back. Kara suggests they move closer to the palace, for it may be an issue of distance. Realistically, she knows she cannot uproot her mother, and they do not have the money to move as it is; eventually, she stops writing.

She does not banish Lena from her thought entirely, however, for she knows how afraid Lena is bound to be. She takes a position as a squire in town, and rides out daily to work every morning. Her hope is to become a knight, to keep her promise and protect Lena as best she can outside the gates of the castle.

“The new queen’s coronation shall take place in the summertime,” Alex tells Kara one day as they chop wood, one rare afternoon when Kara is not needed by her knight. “Mother has insisted on going.”

“So soon?” Kara asks, and she thinks of Lena, of her old friend who she has not laid eyes on for quite some time. “She is unwed still, is she not?”

“She will be wed before then, or so I have heard,” Alex says. “To a Lord Jackson. You know how much of a gossip Winslow is, he could hardly wait to tell the news.”

Kara knows not why the news gives her pause, but it does. “Lord Jackson will be a fortunate man, then,” she says, and swings her axe next a bit harder than before.

“From what he’s heard, Winn swears it is an arranged marriage,” Alex says. She looks over at Kara and gently smooths the crinkle of Kara’s brow with her thumb. “I miss her myself. Do not count this as the end quite yet.”

“She has moved on, Alex,” Kara says. “I do not fault her for it. It is her duty.”

“Matters of the heart have never concerned those with power,” Alex says, and it sounds as though it is an apology. “You needn’t concern yourself with them either, if you truly hope to one day be her knight.”

“You are entirely too cynical, sister,” Kara says, and she tries to smile a bit. “Have you no wish to follow your heart’s desires?”

“No,” Alex says, her eyes full of nothing but pity. “I fear, however, that you do, and that one day you will suffer for it.”

Lena does not wed.

Lord Jackson, who prefers to be called Jack, is a very kind man. He is honorable, and handsome, and though Lena knows she cannot love him, she imagines she can bear this marriage as best she can.

But her father dies before the wedding is set to take place.

Her stepmother, who has never been particularly warm to her new daughter, becomes even colder. She does not want to step down from the throne, but any queen who has just lost their husband is expected to be torn apart with grief and unable to reign any longer; even though that is not nearly the case, Lilian Luthor is counseled to step down lest she gain a reputation as a heartless monarch.

Lena assumes the throne unwed. Her first decree is that she will not wed, for she owes it to herself to find love just as anyone ought to.

“Do not be foolish, Lena,” Lilian says, repeatedly. “You will be assumed weak.”

“I will not marry someone I do not love,” Lena says, and she raises her chin in quiet defiance; Lilian dares not to challenge her, now that she is queen.

“Your foolishness will be your undoing,” Lilian swears, and she storms out of the throne room.

Lena is left with her guards, the two knights she trusts more than anyone else.

“Call for my council,” she tells Clark, who nods at her. “We have much to discuss.”

“Of course, my queen,” Clark says, but before he can move to do so, the doors of the throne room burst open.

Lena rises for that is all she is compelled to do, her jaw slackening in nothing but shock as Kara Danvers enters. She is disheveled, and her blond hair dirtier, longer, but she stands as strongly as she always has.

“Forgive me,” Kara says, immediately ducking into a bow. “Sir Kent, Lord James requests your presence. He says it is a matter of urgency.”

“Kara,” Clark says. “You know you must never enter the palace.”

Kara’s face falls. “I know, Sir,” she says. “I apologize.”

Lena is unable to keep quiet any longer. “Sir Kent,” she says. “Who is this?”

“Apologies, my queen,” Clark says. “This is Kara Danvers, my squire. I will leave with her at once.”

“No,” Lena says, and she looks at Kara, who refuses to meet Lena’s eye. “Please, leave us. I shall talk to your squire alone.”

Clark bows. “Of course,” he says, and he and his fellow knight take their leave; Lena sees him cast a warning glance at Kara as he goes.

Kara does not move any closer. “I apologize, my queen,” she says. “I meant no harm.”

“Kara,” Lena says, stepping down from her throne so that she may be the one to bridge the gap between them. “You needn’t be so formal with me.”

Kara’s jaw tightens. “I would not dare to disrespect you.”

“Are you not still my friend?” Lena asks softly, and Kara looks down.

“I know not, my queen,” she says. “I have not seen you for many winters, now.”

Kara has always been as brilliant as the sun, as warm and inviting as its rays, and Lena has always been unable to resist her. Now, however, she seems more guarded, formal, as though her light has dimmed.

“I received your letters,” Lena says. “I was not permitted to return them.”

Kara’s eyes snap back, as if surprised. “No?” she says. “I feared you had forgotten me.”

“That could never be true,” Lena says. “I have missed you dearly.”

She is shyer than she hopes to be, more hopeful than necessary perhaps, but it is worth it all to see Kara softening, slowly.

“I train to be a knight,” Kara says. “For the sake of the kingdom, as it is my duty. But also,” said quieter, more bashfully, “for you.”

“Oh, Kara,” Lena says, and her heart aches for her friend. “I fear I will be selfish when it comes to you, if that is the case.”

“You are allowed to be selfish,” Kara says, and she gently takes Lena’s hand. “You deserve it, Lena.”

The sound of her name, so simple and yet not my queen, is enough to make tears spring forth.

“I have missed you,” Lena says, tearfully. “So very much.”

Kara wraps her arms around her, and it is as comforting as Lena remembers; Kara’s body is a bit leaner, but nothing else has changed.

“I have missed you, too,” Kara breathes against Lena’s neck, and the words make Lena’s heart pound in desperation.

She does not dwell, of course. “Come,” Lena says, untangling herself from Kara and urging her towards her quarters. “You must tell me what has happened since I have been gone.”

Kara smiles. “So long as you return the favor,” she says, and it sounds like a promise; Lena takes Kara’s hand once more.

(This time, she knows she cannot let go.)

#lowkey this AU deserves a multichapter i cant give it but THANK YOU i hope u like this one okay!!#supercorp #kara x lena #supergirl #anonymous #i need a fic tag #ok i need to vanish & go to the bank now agsdhjf

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dailyserperior · 7 years ago

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Have any tips for starting a daily pokemon blog?

Ahhh i’m not sure if I’m a good person to ask but I can try to give some tips! (I think I’ve been asked this in the past too but my nets not really letting me go look right now)

Also this got a little long so I’m sorry ;v; Also i’d take everything I say with a grain of salt, I’m just a nervous person who loves serperior

But if you want to start a pokemon blog, defs pick a pokemon you not only love but love to draw! Doesn’t matter if it’s been done before, it hasn’t been done in your style! Everyone will add their own touch to how they draw. Like no lie one of my fav things is seeing how various people interpret a pokemon, heck even when they interpret YOUR pokemon (I may or may not have several things saved of people drawing Ex in their style cuz its so COOOLLLLLLL, let alone my serp folder)

Sometimes though the pokemon may be hard to draw and you may get frustrated. Like I know I could never run a sceptile blog like my friend does. ( @weekly-megasceptile ) I’ve drawn her sceptile a few times and hoo boy it wasn’t really that fun for me. I give Mint mad props for drawing that thing. My sister ( @occasionallymew ) has come to me a few times because she needed help drawing a pokemon or wasn’t sure on what a pokemon was. in her own words

“It’s why i have the bean [bean is how she and I refer to her mew Jesus]”

So if your favorite pokemon isn’t fun to draw for you you may end up just not having fun. And then you won’t want to run the blog.

That being said if your design is hard don’t think you can’t do it! draw it a bit before starting your blog to see how you like it and it’ll also get easier the more you do it.

Funny enough before I started drawing daily serperior I actually wasn’t that great at drawing snakes. I rarely did. I mostly draw humanoids and monsters and gore. So drawing a snake each day was interesting, more so because I like to draw Serperior closer to a python than how it canonically look (this is kinda the reason they are much rounder how I draw them)

But after drawing it for over 400 posts, I’ve gotten pretty good at it, I don’t really need to look at refs as much for how noodles curl, I can normally just figure it out on my own. I also no longer need to look at pictures of serperior when I’m drawing because I’ve just gotten so used to it. Like I know where to put the yellow curls, I know the husks.

That’s another thing though! this is more a general art tip than daily related, but don’t be afraid of using refs!! Don’t trace or copy directly but using a reference is a wonderful thing if you are unsure of something or the like. Like I have a folder on my laptop that is literally filled with pythons. Just lots and lots of snoots.

Another thing is a bit harder because I can get how discouraging it can be, but don’t feel down if you don’t get a lot of asks or interactions right off. And this may seem a bit mean, but don’t rely on asks to give you content for the blog. The internet can be a fickle place so you may not get the asks you want or many asks. When i started off I didn’t have too many asks if any so I just drew Serperior (this was before I decided to make it my character of excalibur) doing whatever, mostly it was related to Christmas because when I started I was in the middle of finals right before winter break. I was using this as a way to decompress each day after classes, and slowly i started to get some asks.

Depending on your frequency of update, the time you update, how you tag, and your sense of humor or the like, can affect if you get more asks. It also depends on how you interact with your asks.

Sometimes a post will sky rocket and then you get flooded. That’s kinda what happened with Daily Serperior, I can’t remember if it was the Gengar Plush post or the pizza post or even the move in post I had made, but something set off and I got asks a lot.

And don’t be afraid to turn your inbox off if you need to!! I know I’ve had to a few times, actually I had it off for a while, i had it reopened for the giveaway in case people had questions about it. I’ll be closing it again for a bit once I’ve finished the giveaway, because I get overwhelmed easily and it can lead to stress.

Also on the subject of asks, don’t be afraid to delete an ask that makes you nervous or uncomfortable!! Sadly not everyone is super chill, and occasionally you get some weird or bad asks. God am I no stranger to that. Honestly that’s the reason I’ve closed the ask box a few times, some people don’t like listening if you ask them to not send a specific thing. And sometimes it’ll get bad enough you want to quit (I’ve actually had a friend stop their daily blog because she got so tired of a certain type of ask). And if one person keeps sending don’t be afraid to block. I hate blocking but I’ve had to block a few blogs because they would send me asks time and time again on a subject I explicitly asked to not be sent because it makes me highly uncomfortable.

Now to get away from the negative,

All and all a daily blog is mostly about having fun. Interact with the community, send asks to other blogs ect.

Oh that reminds me, but depending on you, if you want to send in character asks it may be good to make a separate account not just a side blog.

With dailyserp i can’t actually follow back or ask as this account it’s a side blog. I do all my following and asks from my main @abunnydreamingofkisses

(so if you see that name in your notes or watcher list it’s me!) Or i send asks on Anon. I typically send anons to other blogs because I’m pretty shy. I’m always terrified to talk to people. I’m also just really bad at holding a conversation because I just have issues coming up with things to talk about. or I’m drawing and I’m hyperfocused. So if you plan to interact more it may be best to have a separate blog. I never expected to actually get any followers I just wanted to draw a doofy noodle, so I made it a side blog and I sometimes regret that but at the end of the day it’s easier for me.

Another thing is I know there are a number of discord chats you can potentially join! I personally don’t join group chats because it actually will spike my anxiety, I love people and I like to chat and makes jokes but due to a few poor experiences with group chats in the past I have to avoid them to keep from having panic attacks. But if you are able to maybe ask around see if you can’t join some. you’ll make friends most likely and memes are kinda a good way to get followers oddly enough (people like to laugh haha)

If Humor isn’t your thing maybe go for plot. I Know I follow a few plot based blogs and man it’s killer waiting for an update. Like over at @daily-poppy-primarina I adore the Brutus story line. I’ve got a thing for monstrous characters so learning about the dark primarina is really fun.

I know on serp I focus mainly on humor with a sprinkling of plot, but that’s mostly because almost all my asks are humor based. I actually do have a plot all written out in a notebook on this noodles past, and I even have a comic I keep meaning to finish up after I lost the original but lifes been in my way (hence my multi week hiatus)

also never be afraid to take a break. I think that has to be my last tip. I hate taking breaks but sometimes it’s needed. Sometimes you’ll get burnt out, sometimes you are over whelmed, sometimes you just feel like getting away. It happens. But don’t let it control you to the point you hate your blog. Take a step back take a breather. It’ll be okay.

At the end of the day it’s about you having fun creating a thing you want. Draw, Write, send memes to ect.

So I guess that’s all i have to say ;v; sorry for the length I’m really bad with being concise haha

#anonymous #ask #sorta snek #Mun rambles

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uncannycookie · 8 years ago

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You are the entire reason I ship terumob. They're so cute. I love your writting and it's amazing. So far my favorite is Of Nearly Letting Go. It's a damn shame ONE never got to the aftermath of the mogami arc. :o It said you were looking for writing prompts?? Maybe Chapter 9 but from Teru's perspective?? It'd be interesting to see his internal thoughts of the big reveal

Ahhh sorry it took me so long to get to this!

I tried rewriting scenes before, but I just can’t quite make it interesting enough when all the dialogue is already established. SO. I hope you don’t mind that I adjusted your prompt a tiny bit… now it’s the aftermath of chapter 9 from Teru’s POV.

I really hope you like it, and thank you so so much for the prompt and for reading my fics!!

AO3 link

In Liminal Space

Teru has no idea what kind of book he's holding right now. He was looking at the shelf pretending to pick one out for at least a few minutes, but if he was actually expending any energy on reading through the titles, he immediately forgot about them again.The only thing he knows is that it's large and heavy and shaking in his hands.Teru is absolutely no stranger to the sensation of wanting to kick his past self right in the teeth an indefinite number of times. But it's a relatively new twist that he would feel it this strongly about a past self that's only a few weeks old. He was under the impression by now that he'd gotten better than that.Yet here he is, playing through a past argument in his mind again and again, remembering this bitter, satisfied sense of superiority when he brought up the cats to prove a point. And now it just makes bile collect at the back of his mouth.

The book covers are slowly bending in his hands, pages fanning open and pressing against his fingers in a way that he knows will give him paper cuts if he just moves his hands a certain way.With a hard breath, he puts the book down. Leans closer to the bed, his elbows making the mattress dip slightly, and props his chin up on it just a few inches away from Shigeo's face.It's burrowed deep into the pillows and covered up to the nose in blankets. Teru can hardly see any part of him except a worryingly flushed cheek and one closed eye, almost entirely hidden behind a thick curtain of hair. Near his nose on the pillow, the blankets are bundled up where he must be holding them in his fist. His knees are drawn up all the way to his chest. It makes him seem so small that Teru has to swallow past a traitorous scratch in his throat.It was maybe five minutes ago that Shigeo curled up here and tucked himself in, but his breathing is already deep and even.Teru's hands, empty now that the book is lying forgotten on the floor, must have wandered towards the hem of the top blanket all by themselves at some point. Now they're pulling it further up Shigeo's shoulders, which are covered in two layers of thick blankets already ‒ but it was not even a few hours ago that there were small ice crystals stuck in black hair and eyebrows, that pale toes and lips and fingertips were turning blue. Teru is entirely governed by the senseless urge to keep him warm right now.(Safe.)He makes sure to keep his grip light and soft, to not do anything that might wake him up. Which is yet another reason to not let his hands wander even further up and run his fingers through his hair. Apart from possibly waking him, that might also be just a tiny bit creepy.Teru still keeps his fingers curled around the edge of the blanket for a few seconds too long. He's never used this one before. He's spent a lot of time telling himself he bought it simply because he liked the pattern of purple and blue circles and that it had nothing to do with how it reminded him of someone.His legs are starting to hurt. He's been kneeling on the floor in front of the bed for a few minutes now. For some reason, his muscles are trembling with an odd strain.Well, no, not for some reason, he knows the reason. They just had a half hour long talk about the reason.The more calm and quiet Shigeo's breathing becomes, the more Teru's own is picking up, hitching uncomfortably, pressing a sensation of dry cold into the roof of his mouth. He's been trying ‒ albeit not all that successfully - to keep his own feelings on the issue somewhat contained. It's not about him after all. He's supposed to be just the supporting cast, literally.But now it's quiet and his mind is running away with images of blood and loneliness and dead cats and Shigeo right in the middle of it.He pushes himself upright, too fast, too jumpy, and the edge of the futon behind him gets caught on his heel and nearly trips him up.He should get some shopping done. It's the perfect time and he needs to anyway. There is nothing edible left in his fridge, there is nothing else to do in here and it's silent and it's making him itch on the inside.The pajama bottoms he's wearing are just plain enough to not be too embarrassing to wear outside. He still grabs a scarf and a long coat to hide most of his questionable outfit, as if he would even meet anyone at this hour who would care. There is a small shopping list pinned to the magnet board by the door, but he hasn't added anything to it in at least two weeks, so it's pretty useless. He'll know what to get when he sees it.

At some point between two and five in the morning, the twenty-four-hour convenience store becomes a weird place.

There is a small group of drunks pretending to be sober in front of the entrance, too absorbed in their surprisingly sophisticated discussion about artificial intelligence and the nature of human consciousness to really pay him any mind as he walks past them.There is that sales clerk behind the counter that Teru would swear is a different person every time, but who still nods at him as if in recognition whenever he comes here.There is the quiet, cheerful and relaxed music slithering through the air above him. He knows it's exactly the same music as during the day, but it sounds slower now, more tinny, just as the lighting appears colder when the windows are tinted dark from outside.The shelves are loaded with wares that he's sure he never sees here any other time. That chocolate bar in front of him is from a brand that was discontinued years ago. He drops it into the basket hanging from the crook of his arm.Only distantly, the realization bumps into him that he brought his cash card with him. That's usually a bad idea for night time shopping, as he's had to learn the hard way. He stops in front of the refrigerators, fumbles the card out of its usual place in his wallet and crams it into another slot along with four other cards. If it gets to the point where he has to either spend an awkwardly long time pulling it out of there again at the register or just put a few items back instead, this might help him to make the more sensible decision.It's already a challenge to fit it in there at all, because his hands don't want to stop trembling.Teru remembers this one summer camp from when he was a kid. Camping in the woods somewhere, with lots of child friendly survival training, tying knots, fishing, making camp fires. Nothing he was particularly good at or interested in.He was already spoiled back then, already convinced he was better, only he hadn't figured out yet how to distract from his rough edges with the thick padding of charm that is his second nature today. Hadn't figured out how to be mean and arrogant and make people like him for it.Those were three weeks stuck in the woods without friends, without anything nice to do. Three weeks with even the adults there not willing to indulge him anymore, three weeks of being the singular most disliked person in a group of twenty.He managed to stay angry while he was there. To yell at the other children when they hid bugs and snakes in his bedroll, to argue with the adults when they put him on cleaning duty the fifth time in a row, to loudly defend himself every time he alone was forced to carry the blame for their "roughhousing," to barge in filled with rage whenever he caught a group of other kids making fun of him behind his back.And then, when his mother came to pick him up, he ran to her so fast that he fell and knocked out a part of his front tooth on a rock. Even though it was still humiliating, he could at least leave the other children behind knowing they'd think he was bawling his eyes out because of that.And it might be a stupid little thing - a stupid little story, one where maybe every other person can tell at least one similar to it from their own childhood. It's probably the most normal thing, Teru doesn't know.

He does know that it formed him. That it was one of the things that had him trying harder to be popular. It was three weeks of loneliness that he was not going to let himself experience ever again.He can't even begin to wrap his mind around six months.Should probably not even think of comparing one unpleasant three week camping trip to six months of ‒ A hot lurching sensation invades his chest and he has to breathe it away harshly, squaring his shoulders and filling his lungs with as much air as he can. There is a word for what was done to Shigeo there, hovering at the edge of his mind, but he doesn't want to think it, wants to keep it neatly in between the lines of Shigeo's story, where the storyteller himself likely didn't even notice it.Teru is clutching the handle of the refrigerator door in front of him, maybe a bit too hard, and staring right past his reflection in the glass. He's trying to remember... he feels like he's hanging off kilter, jarring conversation snippets clinging to his mind the way a catchy but awful song would, only it's Shigeo's soft, kind voice declaring that "it's not so bad," and "it wasn't real," and "it was so long ago."And Teru is trying so hard to remember if he even answered anything. If he made sure, absolutely certain, that Shigeo knows it was real and it matters.He doesn't think he did.What a joke he is. There was the most basic sort of reassurance he could have provided, just a few strict words he could have said to offer some basic validation, and he was too busy feeling horrified to even attempt it. All this time that he spent trying to get Shigeo to open up, to just fucking talk to him, and when he finally does, Teru is completely useless.A derogatory chuckle escapes him, falls against the glass in front of him and spreads light fog over it. Teru is leaning so close to it that his entire vision is buried in white.Will he ever learn not to do this? To not think himself so much better, so far above failure? It was only ever about making Shigeo trust him, breaking him out of this self-inflicted prison where apparently it wasn't appropriate to acknowledge that he is not okay.And that was it. The end goal. He hadn't even bothered to think past that. Hadn't even considered the possibility that maybe he wouldn't come up with a solution right on the spot, that maybe he wouldn't be able to fix it.That he wouldn't be able to help.With a small snapping sound, the door handle fractures under his hand and he hastily lets go. The shelf behind him would have made it impossible for the clerk to see, but Teru still throws a nervous look over his shoulder and then quickly walks a bit further up the aisle.What even is it with him and refrigerators lately.He sighs loudly, pulls a hand over his face and rubs his eyes until he sees stars. Groceries. That's why he's here. He should stop letting himself get distracted. The drunks from outside have entered the store by now and are wandering along the aisles. Teru makes sure to keep a few steps between them and himself. They seem pretty harmless, but it's hard to tell sometimes and he doesn't want to risk a confrontation. Not today.Two of them are holding hands while they stumble through the store.Teru stares for maybe a second too long. His own hand twitches around empty air, senselessly grasping for the memory of a touch. It's not that he thought Shigeo reaching out to hold his hand was ever about more than simple comfort. He knows it couldn't mean anything else. Teru started that whole thing, offered it as a solution for a problem he barely understood, and that's all it's been ever since.He always enjoyed it. Was always feeling weirdly proud and special whenever Shigeo's fingers would quietly slip between his own as if that was something they did all the time. Teru savored those instances of something almost intimate between them. He knew it was only happening because something had upset Shigeo, but he felt trusted and useful, felt like he was actually doing something to help. At least it never seemed as if it wasn't helping.And all this time, while Teru was walking along in blissful ignorance, proud that he was doing just a small thing to make a small problem go away - this had been on Shigeo's mind. Memories of - of cats dying and of Shigeo dying and of Shigeo being alone, and hated, and helpless...Teru presses his palm to his forehead, hard, if only to stop himself from punching something.The handholding drunks are looking at him in concern. "Kid," one of them says, hardly even slurring, "you feeling alright? Drink some water, we're getting some water right now. Water helps. Hey!" They turn and gesture towards one of their friends already at the register. "Hiro! Get, get some extra water for the kid, yeah? He doesn't look so good, kid, you really don't look so good.""I'm fine, thank you," Teru bites at them and quickly adjusts his hand gesture so it looks like he was just going to brush the hair out of his face. He means to send a smile along afterwards, but it feels more like a strained grin and he is surprised that it still seems to work somehow. The drunk points at him with a stern frown. "If you're sure," they say, already turning away. "Gotta take care of yourself, you know."Teru waves them off with barely contained annoyance and flees to another aisle.Right, so, time to concentrate. All he has in his basket so far is a possibly ancient chocolate bar that he should probably put back. He'll do that when he gets back around to the front of the store. For now, he should prioritize what he needs in his head, pick the most important stuff first and leave what he can't afford right now for later. A gentle buzzing feeling is ghosting over his skin, urging him into action. He hasn't gotten anything done for way too long now.He'll have to make breakfast for Shigeo tomorrow, so the first priority is milk. Two cartons, just to be safe. He still has some coffee powder at home, but no marshmallows. There have to be marshmallows. Teru instinctively reaches for his standard ones, but snaps himself out of it just in time. They're cat-shaped. It's like he's trying to be an asshole now. Grinding his teeth for a second, he gets the more expensive ones instead, the ones that just have dog and bear shapes in different colors.Also, he should make pancakes. The thought barely strikes him before he's already collecting everything he needs, hardly even realizing how he gets from one side of the store to another. Every movement feels a bit too erratic, too sudden. Only in front of the shelf with the syrup does he stop for a moment, searching deep in his memory for any inkling of what Shigeo's favorite is. He doesn't know. Does he even like syrup at all? Teru ends up getting all four he's looking at. Just to be safe.The drunks have left the store. The music stopped playing for some reason. The sudden silence makes Teru hurry up even more. When he's standing at the register, he realizes that he doesn't have enough cash to pay for everything. He doesn't even consider putting anything back and instead spends about half a minute fumbling his bank card back out of his wallet.The clerk accepts it with a wide-eyed look. Teru raises an eyebrow at him and there is an odd, slow moment where they just stare at each other.Then, as he notices a little leftover flare of his own aura, Teru realizes he probably doesn't remember how he got around the store just now because he might have been using telekinesis to do it.... oops.The clerk has slipped back into his work routine by now, quietly ringing him up and handing the card and his shopping bags to him. The light perspiration on his forehead and the enormous question mark in his eyes are the only indicator that he's even remotely uncomfortable.Teru takes the bags and aimlessly waves one hand around at the store behind him. "So you noticed that too, huh?" he says with a forced casual tone. "Seems to be some weird haunting going on here. Maybe think about hiring an exorcist." Then he hurries towards the exit, paying extra attention to his feet and that they stay on the ground. He hasn't slipped up like that since forever ago. Apparently he's very tired, even though he doesn't really feel like it anymore.On a garbage can next to the exit sits a single, unopened water bottle with a post it note on it. "Water is healthy, kid!" it reads. Teru blinks at it for a moment, before quickly walking past it.He is nervous on the whole way back to his apartment. Like an itch in his throat that he has to try and swallow again and again to make it go away for at least a few seconds. Dawn is slowly approaching when he unlocks the front door and closes it behind him to the first sounds of chirping birds. It hasn't registered until now that it's not really nighttime anymore, that his late shopping trip switched to an early shopping trip somewhere along the way. That's worse, that's so much worse. What if Shigeo woke up already while Teru wasn't there? Woke up to an empty apartment, alone and abandoned, right after the sort of talk they just had?Teru rushes up the stairs taking three steps at once, the railing shakes and creaks loudly under his grip. The content of the shopping bags would have long since spilled all over the staircase if he didn't keep it inside with his powers.His fingers are shaking when searching for his keys.

He knows he locked the door and windows properly before he left, but spirits can still get in. Why didn't he think of that?

He's never seen many spirits, none actually before meeting Shigeo, and he's certainly never had to be afraid of them.

But suddenly there is a spirit that managed to overwhelm the strongest person he ever met, a mere spirit with enough power to blur the lines of reality and the mind. A spirit that, as far as he knows, is still alive somewhere and still watching Shigeo.Finally he unlocks the door. It slips from his grip and crashes into the wall of the hallway. Teru barely catches it in time as it swings back at him, but then tries to close it as quickly and quietly as he can. The bags slip from his hands and right to the floor, he kicks off his shoes and jumps over them, dashing to the living room.He feels unhinged, suddenly, his muscles twitching weirdly and making him move in ways he doesn't want to. There are no spirits nearby, he can feel that, but there is still that thought clawing at the back of his neck that he left Shigeo alone and if something happened to him then it's his fault, he needs to make sure he's still there and safe and warm -With his socked feet, the sudden stop at the door to the living room almost has him sliding to the side and falling, but he catches the door frame just in time to keep himself upright.Shigeo is still there.

In fact, he hasn't moved at all since Teru left. His knees are still drawn up to his chest, his hand still curled around the blankets, his face still buried deep into the pillow. As Teru's heartbeat slowly but surely backs down from ringing in his ears, he can make out the calm, even sound of Shigeo's breath.Teru goes slack against the door frame. Holding himself up with the right, his left arm now tightly wraps around his ribcage, fingers grasping for purchase on the thick, rigid surface of his coat. Something burns in the corners of his eyes, hot and itchy, and his next inhale stutters, hitches and becomes a sob.This is stupid. And loud. He'll end up waking him after all.Turning around, he leans with his back against the frame, decisively looking away from the bed. He presses a hand to his mouth, closes his eyes, keeps swallowing hard and breathes through his nose. Stop, he thinks at himself, calm and clear, strict. He knows he doesn't listen otherwise. Stop. He's fine. He's still here.The arm slung around his middle is not the sort of contact he is craving, is not at all enough compared to holding another person. But it helps, just a bit. Just for now. It has to.Only two more sobs manage to escape him, then he bites back the rest. They taste bitter, but at least it's quiet now.

One, two, three more breaths and he pushes himself off the frame. Hangs up his coat, picks up his groceries. By the time he's cleaned out the fridge and stocked it anew again, the sun is already coming up. Teru quickly washes himself, turns on the coffee machine, and walks back into the living room.Everything is still as it was before.Teru kneels down next to the bed, elbows on the mattress. He tries not to look at Shigeo too much. That'd be weird.The purple and blue blanket has slipped down Shigeo's shoulder again. Teru carefully pulls it back up.Just to keep him warm.

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