#also look at those folds im proud of them

[kairennart]

Gwen <3 for @not-rome

[alexa-fika]

Hey there! Could you please make headcanons of the straw hats with a reader who's a marine admiral who is upset at the corruption of his fellow marines, deserts the marine and immediately accept Luffy offer to join his crew"since your not a marine you should join my crew" "ok sure" I imagine Luffy being over the moon and the others freaking out

Please use either male or gender neutral pronouns

Bye Family, Hello Family (Luffy x brother!reader)

A/N: Here we go! Another Defected Marine joins the dark side (the best side). Am I the only one who feels conflicted about Garp? Idk like he seems paternal and caring but at the same time he let his son die? But at the same time it was his job? But at the same time he did die? But at the same time he warned him? But at the same time he is one of the few good marines XD

Dividers by @/Saradika

“Im tired of this Luffy,”

Both Luffy and his brother sat together at the top of a cliff, the Sunny anchored beneath them as Luffy’s crew explored and entertained themselves around the small island they had rendezvous at; Luffy glanced at the Marine next to him. He turns to look a him, his head tilted, confused at his brother’s words

“Grandpa was wrong; this isn't what he made it out to be, Luffy. I hate it; the Marines are a farse filled with corruption.”

Luffy looks away from Reader slightly while listening to his words

“The offer to join me still stands; Monkey D Reader and Monkey D Luffy on the same crew, Shishishi.”

Reader cracks a smile at his brother’s words

“I don’t know Luffy, what about Grandpa? I wanted to make him proud.”

“You would probably make him more proud by actually doing what you want.”

Reader shrugs

“I’m not sure, Luffy; somehow, it feels like im giving up, but I really can’t take how those assholes treat pirates and others who stand against them. They always say how pirates are nothing but scum, thieves, and murderers, but aren’t we marines the same? The only difference is that they do it for this so-called justice. Pirates can have hearts, and they are living beings just like the next person. You and Ace are some of the kindest people out there with just as kind crews; even Sabo and the revolutionaries are incredibly kind, fighting against how inhumane the government is.”

He listened to Reader speak as a smile spread across his face

“So…You’re thinking of taking me up on my offer then?” He asked, raising a brow, waiting for an answer

Reader huffs out a laugh

“Luffy, all you heard from that was ‘im considering your offer’?”

Luffy laughed as well and nodded

“I also heard that you think im pretty amazing, shishishi.”

“That is just not what I said, Luffy!”Reader exclaimed, swinging at his brothers just for the latter to easily avoid the punch directed at him

“Come on, you’ve always wanted to help people, give freedom to everyone, and that’s what I want too! I want to be the Pirate King because he is the freest of all! You aren’t giving up if you join me! You’ll still be able to achieve your dream!”

He bites his lip, thinking over his brother's words

Luffy stayed silent; his gaze never left your face as he watched you think the possibilities over. He had a soft smile on his face as he waited excitedly for his brother to join him on his adventures

“Is your crew okay with this?”

“Of course they are! They trust my decision-making completely and know how much I care about you. I made them all promise to be nice to you and treat you just like they would me.”

“Luffy! You said that as if you were sure I would say yes!”

“Well, aren't you?” He smirked with his usual bright smile

“Besides, I already told them before I asked you; they’d said you were more than welcome to join us.”

“You are something else, Monkey D Luffy.”

“Shishishi, of course I am. im the next Pirate king,” he exclaims confidently

“So...You joining? You can't leave me waiting for too long, you know; I've already made plans for you and everything.”

Reader smiles, sliding off his Marine jacket and folding it, placing it on the cliff next to them, and turning to face his brother

“Where to next Captain?”

They let out a surprised gasp as, rather than words, Luffy responds by wrapping his rubber hands around him and pulling him off the cliff with him

“H-Hey! Im already regretting this!” Reader screams

Luffy just laughs as he pulls his brother off the cliff

"It's too late now!! You can't back out now!! You accepted my deal, so now you have to stay with the crew! Shishishishi”

Feel like I made it a bit confusing in between Luffy’s and Reader’s dialogues, I feel like you can’t tell who’s who, what do yall think. Also I keep avoiding using you, and I don’t even know why?? Maybe because I alreadys tarted writing without you but I feel like it would make the stiry writing smoother

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[ceceisbeingsilly]

ok hi i never post but i need to rant about ms caitlyn kiramman.

so im going to start off with, yes i am a caitlyn defender. (SPOILERS AHEAD FOR SEASON 2!)

i hate seeing how shes constantly hated on for her actions and yet a lot of those actions stemmed from ambessa feeding her the ideas, using caitlyn's hatred for jinx. caitlyn was also never allowed to properly grieve over the death of her mother either which also plays a huge factor in her choices and her mental state.

notice the line: "she inked poison in you ear and you just ate it"

her reaction wasnt defensive, it was more of a "i know what i did and it eats me up inside" which means a lot of her decisions she made across the past months shes been commander she hasnt been proud of or regrets entirely.

and now here is my analysis/rant:

episodes 5 + 6 of act 2:

when we see her interrogate singed, sure she did most of it, but ambessa was the one who asked about vander (warwick) and how to track him. yes, caitlyn was mad. she lost a lot of her guards and was probably mad knowing jinx was connected to it somehow.

but episode 6 is where i REALLY wanna dig in. when they arrive at the village, caitlyn's facial expressions made me cringe HARD. she looked uncomfortable and unsure. her face really says it all in this season, her eyes kept flickering, like she was nervous. nervous, uncomfortable, and unsure about what you ask? im not that sure. her feelings about zaun and storming somewhere where there is finally peace to find warwick could be the reason, but im not entirely sure.

then her interaction with vi: "she folded at cupcake" no i think she folded knowing that beast was vi's father AND/OR she folded seeing how vi has changed so much, clearly worried. telling vi the plan, betraying ambessa, finally doing something she felt was right for the girl she loves without... AMBESSA BREATHING DOWN HER NECK! i noticed that whenever we see caitlyn make most of her not so great decisions, its with ambessa or at the influence of ambessa.

you can also hear how harsher she gets when she walks into ambessa's tent, telling her they found vi. afterwards, knowing what happened and the plan and whatever, her whole harshness could've been a facade to convince ambessa the entire time she was commander. to convince ambessa how so? to convince her she was right for the role.

episode 8 of act 2:

okay. i am going to try really hard here. vi and caitlyn's argument really made me emotional. both of them were clearly mad, vi mad at caitlyn for doing what she did, and caitlyn at herself. going back to the line above, "she inked poison in your ear and you just ate it." caitlyn throwing the boat and her "i know" broke my heart. she knows what she did, and clearly isnt proud of it. i already said what i wanted to say above about this sooo...

the sesbian lex scene... im just gonna keep this short n sweet. if caitlyn didnt care about her and vi's relationship, SHE WOULDNT HAVE MENTIONED SLEEPING WITH SOMEONE ELSE! just saying...

episode 9...

i have nothing for this episode like analysis wise but i love vi and caitlyn. every relationship has its ups and downs, and i think their relationship had a huge down but like what silco said to ekko in the au, you have to learn to forgive.

updated words n edits/summary?:

im not saying what caitlyn did wasnt bad, it was bad trust me. it made me cringe most of the time rewatching. but i feel a lot of people think it was her and her alone making those decisions when ambessa was right there. ambessa used a lot of "we will do this" or "how do we do this" referring to caitlyn. like "we will avenge your mother" in episode 3 (if im wrong correct me please) or "how do we find this beast". im done now, caitlyn isnt perfect and her actions were a bit... yikes. but now my take on why she did it and how she feels about it is out there and for people to take into consideration if they want too :)

i may delete this later. (edited at 5:01 am because i wrote this at like 9 pm and reread it now realizing i forgot some points)

[firstservepercentage]

USO kit tier list based on my bias

(just the players I normally watch)

WTA:

Tier A+

coco - NB's design and colour choice always makes so much sense. the back side design and the width of the skirt's folds are supre cute 🥺 they actually use their brain when designing kits!

naomi - without the jacket its maybe just so so, but an absolute banger with the jacket on. should be remembered as a historically significant kit for tennis fashion. and the headphones ohmygawd 🥺🥺🥺 who ever think this kit is not cute can fight me

Tier A

maria - whenever she gets a tank top kit she serves hard. nice colour choice and skirt design by addidas (cant believe im saying that) so sad it only existed for 1 set 😭

marta - wilson just going with the 1 dress design that worked well in every slam and its still working well. the skirt's texure looked so nice in the wind

Tier B

dasha & karo - a bit boring but suits their vibes well

qinwen - same. would like some brighter colours but was fine

katie & bibi - the actual best nike WTA kit. lilac looks cute especially under sunlight, but the design is a bit too boring for me

Tier C

elena - colour is cute, she looks like a barbie in pink, but 0 design and 0 sense in the patterning choice. looks like some swim suit my mom would buy me when I was 10

aryna (nigh match version)- how dare they call that a custom kit i can do the same design in 10 mins

Iga - bisexual flag colour but a low saturation version. also points taken off for their kits starting to look like wet tissue 20 mins into a match

Tier D

Mirra & Paula - hate the colour hate the design. nike how dare you put that ugly ass kit on them die and rot in hell

jasmine - (a) its the same north american hard court swing kit asics making 0 effort as usual (b) i do not understand that colour choice like why dull reddish purple with bright orange. what made you think of that

ATP:

Tier A+

daniil- nice colours, nice jacket, nice little design around the chest part, nice shoes. wth lacoste you can actually design???????

Tier A

Adidas people - contrary to their RG series the purple-ish blue the used this time works very well with black & white and minimalist design

Carlos - black sleeveless will never not look nice on him but its still a bit boring. would love to have a bit more special texture, with that it will def be A+

Francis - the only person that got the good nike kit (i.e. the lilac kit) in ATP if im not mistaken

Tier B

lorenzo (musetti) i like guys who wear barbie pink and look proud wearing it

matteo - not super interesting design but colour is cute. also he looks nice in polo shirts

Grigor - standard lacoste design with reasonable colour choice

Tier B-

Jannik- the kit was okay and looked a bit better than i expected. im just still a angry about his 1st set

casper - its actually okay but he kind of looked exactly the same as his opponent so i really had a hard time watching 😭

Tier C

novak - i dont understand the design why so many squares and rectangles sir can you explain. it just makes him look more like a tennis robot with implanted AI

holger (the purple kit) - should have just taken the barbie pink one

ben - same with iga. seriously i would like to know how much ON has paid them to wear those wet tissue kits

Taylor - it looks fine but 0 design, just went for the safest choice

Tier D

Jack - (a) i do not understand the back side design (b) nike how did you make the T shirt look oversized for a 193cm tall and rather muscular athlete wtf

Alex - is that pattern choice meant to make his opponent dizzy by looking at him or something

[smilingangel582]

Hiii one more sweet request from my little sister... im glad she likes my writing... its out secret too hehe.

Lee!sakura strikes again! Perhaps this might be my final windbreaker fic...

Who knows... hehe

Also this fic is based on the sweet adorable fact that Sakura believes every little white lie his friends say and false rumours too.

It's so cute...

Enjoy!

Warning spoilers from the manga after the keel arc.

- Beware of tickles, fluff, and diabetic sweet moments -

Summary: Sakura always believed whatever he heard. It's probably too hilarious that Suo intervenes to mess with him further... using this fact to his advantage.

The rumour...

Suo Hayato has always enjoyed messing with their black and white-haired grade captain. He's so easily flustered, easily angered, and triggered by the most subtle things.

It was in the afternoon, and everyone rested in their classroom after patrolling. Now Anzai, Kurita, Takanashi, and Kakuichi all gathered as well with the usual five. (Sugishita likes to sleep a lot in the back corner, so he's not with them, lol)

"Did you know... that in some towns, those who go out at night they are being followed by spirits who hold grudges against you...?"

It all started with Suo's little rumours and lies to mess with people.

Tsugeura whimpered, cowering behind Kiryuu "Suo come on... ya know, I hate ghosts!"

Nirei sighed comfortingly, "Tsugeura-san ghosts aren't real... dont worry"

Sakura's ears pricked like a cat, suddenly conscious, but not exactly frightened like the muscular guy. He spoke up for the first time since their conversation, "Really?"

Suo turns, slightly surprised but his grin turns to a menacing beam with ulterior motives.

Kiriyu sighed, both sympathetically and amusedly at Sakura's innocence, and shuddering at Suo's plan, which he saw through, "Seriously Sakura-chan... Suo-chan is -"

Suo cuts in just time, wanting to continue his fun as he smiled, feigning innocence, "Indeed... but there are many rumours I know are so true, Sakura-kun"

Nirei gives a sheepish laugh, not wanting to stop Suo's little game as he doesn't want to get on Suo's bad side. The rest of the class seemed amused, holding in their laughter as they ushered about Sakura's curiosity and naivety. They definitely didn't want to stop the fun as they all wanted to mess with Sakura, too.

Sakura folds his arms, somewhat suspicious despite his naiveness, "Are you sure? You messed with me a lot, and it's hard to take you seriously..."

Suo Shakes his head, eyes darkening now, "Tsk tsk tsk Sakura-kun, thats what the slime monster want you to think..."

Sakura stiffened, completely forgotten about his suspicions as he leaned in to hear more, his elbows on his knees which rest between his thighs, "The what?"

Anzai grinned, joining in on the fun, not wanting to create suspicion on Sakura, "Right! I heard every night the slime monster would often creep up behind you and follow wherever you go ...controlling you!"

Sakura stared like a cat caught in the sight of a fish tank, as if watching the beautiful fish start swimming, entrancing him, "Slime monster... its real?

Tsugeura clinging to Kiryu whined, "Not a ghost, right? please tell me it's not a ghost!"

Nirei uneasily pointed out, "Monsters are tangible, but ghosts aren't so no... this isn't about ghosts,"

The orange haired guy relaxes now.

Sakura looked at Anzai, and then at Suo, two people believed in this so-called rumour. He couldn't believe anything like that could actually exist. He just scoffed, crossing a leg over his knee as he rested back on his chair, "Well, ya have any proof?"

Suo and Anzai exchanged proud glances, nodding to each other.

Got him.

This time, Takanashi wanted in on the fun. He snapped his fingers, now getting behind Sakura, "Yes, that rumour is popular... the slime monster used to target freshmen every year... last year Enomoto-senpai was a victim..."

Sakura widened his eyes. Even Takanashi said this rumour was true. Is it true?

"Enomoto-senpai was acting weird! He started to do weird things... like..." he dragged on now, sitting next to him, seeing that they already hooked the cat in this false story.

"Sakura-kun," Suo smirked, making Sakura look back at him with disturbed mismatched eyes. Suo sits in front of him, leaning forward while Anzai settled next to him. The opposite of where Takanashi was. Suo continues, patting his dangling ankle, "I heard noises at my house yesterday..."

"Y-you did?" Sakura's on edge as he spoke, but not entirely frightened like Tsugeura. He's just like a cautious cat, his body stiff and alert. As if he's fully in on the story... he believing them.

Suo patted his knee, assuring him, but he had other plans. His hand had been on his leg for a while, too, unbeknownst to Sakura. Anzai and Takanashi smirked as they were on either side of him, preparing to pounce on him.

"The slime monster isn't just a story... I feel like he's sometimes taking control of my body..." Takanashi speaks, blowing on his ear. A note Nirei writes now as Sakura squirms and flinched at it.

Sensitive ears...

"And mine..." Anzai groaned, feigning a sudden swaying motion to indicate being possessed. Grabbing his head in his clenched fingers, like a madman.

Kiryu and Nirei sighed, feeling somewhat sorry for the guy who's being tricked. Tsugeura seemed to have caught on as well on what was going on as he watched the scene unfold with interest.

With that, Anzai grabbed his arm from the right side, hooking his arm under his while his hand held his wrist in place. Takanashi grabbed him from the left side, doing the same. Surprising Sakura, who had been too engrossed in the story, he wasn't wasn't struggling due to the concern, "H-hey... what's going on -eh!"

His ankle...

Suo grabbed his ankle promptly, his face lowered, trying to hide his amusement but speaking in a ghostly tone, slowly taking his shoe off, "Sakura-kun... the slime monster has one desire... and we have to fulfil it..."

"O-oi! What the hell?" Sakura struggled a bit now, confused and excited, like a cautious cat. But Kakuichi also joined to hold him down as well by the waist, "I'm possessed.... oh boo... I can't control it..."

That's so obvious, Nirei and Kiryu thought.

He sounds fake and obvious, but Sakura still believed him. Kiryu, despite the drama, is taking a video of this scenario, inwardly intrigued.

"The slime monster wants... wants... he wants..." Suo swiftly began to wiggle his fingers, his dramatic tone further creating anxiety for Sakura. "To tickle ya to death!"

Launching a light tickle attack on his socked foot. Sakura jerked, bewildered by the unexpected action, "Gah! Hey hey hey knock it off! Ahah!"

Everyone thought gladly, so the tough Sakura Haruka is super ticklish...

Despite his struggles, Suo holds his ankle firmly with one hand, while the other hand scribbled over his arch, making his foot jolt and scrunch.

Anzai laughs at his ear now as he still keeps Sakura's arm restrained, unable to play along, "Oh god, this is hilarious..."

Takanashi chuckles and breaks his character too, still keeping Sakura in a firm hold as he's taller and stronger, "Sakura actually believed all that? I thought Suo was exaggerating when he said our grade captain believes anything we say... but hot damn he does..."

Suo giggles happily, now removing the sock. He used a finger to slide up his sole, "Hmmm, Sakura-kun is also exceptionally ticklish... isn't he?" Sakura squeal at thar soft tickling touch unable to resist the urge to break into giggles.

Kiryu laughs, "Sakura-chan... I didn't expect that"

"Shuhut thehe fuhuhuck uhuhup!"

Sakura giggles and writhes despite their words, trying to use his other foot to kick him but messes up when Kakuichi tickles his ribs, causing him to miss and squirm to the other side, "No way Sakura-kun... we won't let you get away with defying the slime monster! Hahaa take that! Dont anger him furhter!" He couldn't even hide the laugh within his words.

"I'M NOHOHOT FAHAHALLING FOHOHOHOR T-THAT!" He snaps now, making them laugh fondly.

Sakura squeaks and breaks into angry laughter high in range than his usual voice. It almost melted Sugishita's heart, who have been watching from afar. He Scoff, looking away to hide his amusement.

"Dahahahamn ihihit yohohohohou lihihihihied? Ahahagahain? Shihihihitheheheads!" Sakura slips an arm from Anzai's grip to protect his midriff from the mushroom head, but Suo's teasing and touches just drove him mad and giggly at every tickle.

"Oho Sakura-kun" Suo laughed as well, airy and light, nwo sneaking his fingers under the toes, "Yohou are so cute when you actually thought a slime monster existed in Makochi..."

"Yeah!" Takanashi laughed, "His face was so concentrated like a child..."

Anzai said, who had a little difficulty holding Sakura, "Right? I bet we can make more stories like these... he always believes everything we say"

"Ehehe! N-noOHo, I don't! ShuhuUhut up! Stop thiIHIHIHis!" He arched his back.

"Mmm nope" they all said in unison.

Sakura blushed through his growling laughter and giggled, "Bahahahastards! Ahahaha lehehehet gohohoho!" He tried to push Kakuichi away from his fingers, aiming for his sensitive stomach, but Takanashi blows on his ear, making him squeak and lift a shoulder to protect his other side, "NOOOHOO!" When he pushes one person the other attacks the spot he opens unintentionally. Ugh! His classmates are definitely top class in the field of teamwork.

Suo smirks, "Sakura-kun, careful... even if there's no slime monster, there might be a gang who might sneak up on you and tickle you to pieces..."

"STOHOP! AHA SHIT!" Sakura slipped from the chair to the ground, hitting his back now, and luckily, that caused them to pause their tickling.

Anzai and Kakuichi burst into laughter while Takanashi gladly saved his head from hitting the ground, he said with a brief laugh, but half concerned as well, "oho my god are you alright?"

Sakura groaned, residual giggles still slipping as he get up on his elbows, "Y-yeheah, ow... ugh"

Suo offers a hand to help him up the chair, sure Nirei being the exaggerated one came over to look over for Sakura, "Eh... Sakura-san are you alright?"

"Ugh, it takes more than that to break me..." Sakura snapped, face pink like the cherry blossoms, his bright eyes now looking away in flustered sentiment.

Suo grins now, looking down at the casually seated Sakura, "But it takes a simple tickle to get you to lose face?"

Sakura blushed and aggressively snapped at him, attempting to punch the guy, "S-Shut up! I was caught off guard! It's not like I'm weak to it!"

A poke to his sides made him jolt almost a foot up from his seat, Anzai snickered menacingly, "Uh oh... our tsundere grade captain's got a weakness... and it's an adorable one"

Sputtering in embarassment, Sakura cracks with anger, "Y-you punk!"

Lifting an arm to punch, which earned a poke from Suo this time, right under his arm but it didn't stop there.

"Sakura-kun... whenever you try to pick a fight with us... we'll use this to stop you, simple, " Suo proudly said, showing a gun symbol with his hand folded into a pointer.

Sakura uneasily stared, growling and folding his arms, careful not to expose himself, "T-thats not fair... you assholes making fun of me, lying to me... a-and tick... t-ti doing that...!"

Kiryu finally joins the teasing with a coo, "Awww he can't even say the word how cute!"

"STOP RECORDING! N-NO NO GIVE IT TO ME!" Sakura struggles to reach Kiryu as he just now seen him being recorded.

"Hehe guys how about round two? Tsugeura cracked his knuckles now grinning like a child, "The slime monster in me is desperate to tickle him!"

The class watched in hilarity at how their grade captain kept getting teased and mocked. But they still know that they aren't no match for Sakura's power and influence. They respect him despite all the fun and taunts.

Suo knew Sakura would be the perfect grade captain. Someone who will protect them and share all their burdens with them.

Fun and all true... but the second years might come and punish them for the loud ruckus any time soon...

[sillydegu]

Hii! Could u maybe share ur Degus cage set up? Ive been upgrading my two babies cage ever since i bought em(5 months ago), change the layout every month or so, so they always have a dynamic set up instead of a rather boring one thats always the same if that makes sense? But im honestly running out of ideas. Rat cages seem easier to set up considering they can have plastic in their cages and Degus cannot, so therefore easier to change the layout and add more things to make it even more intresting for them. I wanted some inspiration for the next time i change up the layout of their cage.

Also, you seem to have some free roam "toys"? I made some for mine as well. Each and everytime im so proud of it and think "they have so many things already" and then after a while i start getting tired of it and want to do something knew. Any ideas on that as well? Things to keep outside of the cage for freeroam time to be more intresting for them.

Thank you in advance! Also all ur babies look so cute<3

Hi! Congrats on your new friends! Here are my current set-ups. I don't tend to change the layout much. Ben, on the left, has a lot more ledges which he needs due to his arthritis, which makes it more difficult to rearrange things as he really needs the connections to get between levels. Lily and Rose, on the right, are younger and more agile, but Rose has cataracts so I don't want to cause her to fall by things not being where she's used to them.

Cages include hides, hammocks, chew toys, a 14" tictac wheel (we love tictac wheels, they're pricey, but sturdy and quiet), and a heat pad for those who haven't lost privileges from chewing it. There are more detailed photos of what they've got in there cages here, and some of things they have for freeroaming here.

You can provide them with a digging tank, filled with soil, or bedding and hay. Mine never got on with it particularly well and have a tank full of cardboard boxes and tubes to hide in and destroy.

You can do training with them. They've also had puzzle toys, snuffle mats and activity mats.

A fun occassional (like once a month) treat is a nut in the shell they have to get into.

A cheap and easy toy is to put some treats into a toilet paper tube, stuff it with hay, and fold the ends in.

I'd love to see photos of your degus if you'd like to share!

[rainthespiritual]

Tate Langdon head canons because im actually in love with him 🙂

disclaimer in my delusional mind he isn't a rapist or a killer he's just a broken boy so plz let me STAY delusional ty

He would never admit it but he I just know he loves reality tv... like hed act all cool and say some stupid shit like "only sheep watch that 🙄"

BUT IK DAMNNNNNNNNNNNN WELL HES SITTING ON HIS PHONE GIGGLING KICKING HIS FEET WATCHING LOVE IS BLIND! ik damn well

Kardashian show? HE FUCKING LOVES IT he just loves all the drama no matter how fake it is and honestly same..

I feel like he would knit like ... he's a ghost with like nothing to do I could see him knitting or crocheting to pass time if he could like get those things?

also he wears alot of sweaters, imagine him making his own sweater and SHOWING IT TO YOU he'd be so proud 👏

"Hey.. y/n do you like my sweater?.."😌

"yeah why?"😗

"Cuz I fucking MADE IT! isn't it so cool it took me like 3 months : ) !" 😣😣😣😣

he'd totally make you little stuffed animals and just leave them on your pillow occasionally out of love little bears and bunnies nd shit

so cute ♡

He'd help you cook just to be near you, asking about all the steps and ingredients

"hey y/n, what's a leek again?"

"is this lettuce or a cabbage?"

"how do I make a roux again, do I use flour?"

"fold it? how the hell do I fold batter..."

"is it boiling yet?... ?

"what about now?"

"are you sure it looks hot..."

cutest sous chief ever 😍 💕

he'd try to make you a cake on your birthday or on valentines day nd he'd get all embarrassed cuz its not as good as the videos

"I know its not perfect but I tried, I hope you like it."

"is it good?"

he'd boop icing on your nose then lick it off 🤭

he 100% wants you guys to feed fruit too each other he thinks it's romantic

SEND HEAD CANON OR FIC REQUESTS TO ME AND ILL DO IT!! I have a pinned post about it: )

[hauntedberries]

my 30th attack gets a whole post to itself because its SPESHIL and i spent a WHOLE DAY ON IT!!!!!! attack for GravellyMistaken / @graveys-art-blog featuring their twp guys YAYYYYY

extra analysis bits under the cut (shamelessly copy pasted from my twt). mwah!

the first sketch is so funny to me i put all my energy into sam and then went eh fuck dat for the other two AHAHAHAHA im sorry i swear i have better sketches of vitor and uri im too lazy to pull them out

initially i wanted the soldier poet king themeing hence the arrangement (sam soldier, vitor poet, uri king), n u can see here that uri was supposed to have a blood splatter crown for the 'king' part but it wasnt coming out right.. i really had 0 idea what to do w her background until i Had to do it. it was just all trial n error and i was working until 4am so brother were there Errors. but i think it came out nice in the end! and while drawing i realized uri's themed after the king of diamonds/hearts so it looped back into the king themeing luckily AHAAHHAA

speaking of uri's bg tho, one random detail i like that somehow made it better for me was this streak at the back which could be interpreted as a river of blood OR smoke from a gun. cool fun stuff

i also wanted to do a thing w the composition where its like.. this is so scuffed but this. just so their poses didnt look completely random? sam n uri have one arm folded and the other doing whatever, while both of vitor's arms are folded. so it kinda has some sense of cohesion

and the border! i am a big fan. i took a lot of inspo from the tarot card series ive yet to continue. here's a wip image of it from april though. u can see the similarities of it w the one here!

THE top is the symbol i use for twp, which is a butterfly with eyes and the morse code for SOS. its encased in whats supposed to be the portal w 7 tentacles coming out of it to represent eri's 7 fragments!

as for the side border, its supposed to be quiro, lanluy, burmelio, then kh'elle, which is the order of the kingdoms the spinoff party visits in their adventure!!!! u can also see the morse code repeated :3

lastly their body language! sam is closed off, quite literally shielding their heart w their sword. they both look ready to strike but defend too.

vitor is juggling but i also wanted it to look like he's shrugging! to represent his kinda go with the flow attitude, but also how his arc has themes of being left in the dark bc my ouppy is a . fucking. dumbass

u can also see above that at first uri's pose had her holding the book closer to her but it made for a bad silhouette.. and it felt more ic to me to have her have a more open pose? bc she's eager to learn and spunky and confident!

e knee way those are just my extra thoughts on this piece. i had a lot of fun making it and i hope u have just as much fun Looking at it HAHHAHAHA im really proud of this one >_<

[beliscary]

im too slow to finish this for this solstice so have a snippet of wip ft. terence and bahamut talking

"Each time I return," the dragon wondered, pressing against Terence's pilgrim kiss, "I am astonished to find another that burns so. I should know better. There is always light."

There—the crack at last. Quicker and cleaner than he had expected. Kinder, also. Gently, Terence felt for the fracture inside himself. He pried it apart, breaking it in truth, and folded those ancient eyes within his heart, placing them beside Dion's strained, precious smiles.

No one will look here, he promised. No one has ever thought to.

“It will be a cruel work.” The proud creature did not flinch from the truth, though there was pain in it. He and Dion were well suited to each other, after all. “Do not say you did not know.”

“I've always known.” He ran a hand over the dragon's skin.

“I wonder if you will believe that, at the end."

[we-return-in-waves]

Top 5 lines you’ve written in your fics?

oh my god this took me ages i was here agonising over my own writing like WHATS THE BEST?? also, i have discussed some favourite lines in an ao3 wrapped so i have deliberately exluded those from this list! under the cut <3

And when Gaara pulled off his clothes and kissed every scar on the damaged blunt instrument he called his body, love pouring luminous in the light of his shallow-sea eyes, Lee finally understood why someone would use the Eighth Gate even at the cost of their own life. - march of progress [succisa virescit (cut down, we grow back stronger)]

UNAPOLOGETICALLY THIS FUCKS also it's personally my favourite line of the lee chapter of mop by a mile. also, funny joke, but when i was putting this list together of all the contenders i realised that i used the word luminous in no less than four of them. i need more words

Gaara pressed himself closer in lieu of using his voice, which had, for the first time in his life, abandoned him entirely, placed his hands over Lee’s flaming cheeks, and kissed him. Kissed him like a man dying of thirst, kissed him like he was an oasis, kissed him the way sunlight kisses flowers at the first stroke of dawn and whispers to them, bloom for me. Kissed him and kissed him and kissed him. - Anthesis [Infructescence]

because how dare i write somethign so aesthetic into deranged paneenis honestly

Now, he’s on his back with his legs folded on either side of Lee’s torso, and Lee is sliding home and he feels so much bigger this way, braced over Gaara with his hair shining in the moonlight, and Gaara shuts his eyes in both bliss and fear that if he looks he won’t see himself, because he knows Lee was at Neji’s tombstone today and he usually doesn’t initiate like this, and if Gaara has to look up and know he is a placeholder for a dead man and then return home to Sunagakure in the morning his heart will cease to beat. - spoken words

i feel like there's a lot of lines in spoken words that absolutely slap way harder than they have any right to for a fic i wrote in less than six hours. but i especially love this one, because i said "ouch" OUT LOUD while writing it, dfjkghfk

The feeling is indescribable. It’s like the first sip of hot coffee on a winter morning, like the crescendo of instruments heralding the chorus of a beloved song. It’s like falling down stairs, it’s like winning a battle, it’s like the bone-deep relief of crossing the threshold of a place that feels like home. - an eight-fold tempo, an eight-letter heart

this was SO HARD could do just a top five lines ever just out of this fic alone i am so proud of it. i picked this one though for two reasons: the first, because i spent a long time thinking while writing the passage this is in thinking about what it feels like to fall in love for the first time, and i tried to channel all the emotions i remember: that blinding, heart-racing adrenaline spike of exhilaration mixed with vulnerability and fear of the unknown and the inexplicable feeling of safety and comfort that being with your loved one brings. and im just REALLY happy with how it came out. second, because this reads so melodically in my head and i just love how it sounds both in my head and read aloud. catch me podficcing my own fic lmaoo

Gaara looks up. Blinks those luminous eyes. The coppery filaments of his eyelashes shine white in the cold moonlight. Lee realises, with a start, that it is not simply the glow of healing jutsu or the light of the moon that illumine the flat seafoam irises, no, something behind his retinas reflects the faint light from deep within, a diamond of fluorescence, bright in the darkness. His pupils, normally invisible in the daylight, are slitted and animal. Lee wonders if this is a by-product of being born to host a tailed beast. If he can see in the dark. He looks inhuman. Surreal. Lee does not think he has ever seen anything so hypnotic. He cannot look away. - sing a song of sleeptide

argh i am just so pleased with how this reads to me, plus i loooove getting to make up some lore about gaara and the effects being a jinchuuriki might have had on him <3

thank you so much for the ask <333

[holllandtrash]

ok so when i think of enemies to lovers, i generally imagine the guy being ruthless and someone who doesn’t mind being seen as a villain ,,,,,, so enemies to lovers with max or like red bull!seb would slap they’d also probably slap your ass in bed during delicious hate sex

ah i dont actually write seb, i love him but its just not in my wheelhouse im so sorry

but could you imagine max and driver!reader like what if shes the newest red bull driver and max hates her and she has to learn how to drive to max's set up bc well its his team and obviously the car is geared towards him and she struggles and max doesnt have the patience for it and will say "no comment" to every question in the media thats about her and then her first podium she gets third and max is first obvi and idk its carlos on second and carlos is so proud of her because all of the drivers on the grid admire her and he gives her one of those driver fist bumps/half hug things and pats her back in parc ferme and max just IGNORES HER says nothing doesnt even look at her and usually max is fine with putting his arm around the other drivers backs for photos but he stands with his hands folded behind his back, that smug smile because well, he got first so of course hes smug and she's got tears in her eyes because its her first podium with red bull, even if its not first place it feels like she won and she doesnt even care about max's treatment towards her until later that day when someone on her team points out how max completlely disregarded her and ignored her and shes like oh what the fuck i didnt even notice because she was on a high right and now that shes off that high shes PISSED because my god they're supposed to be a team, right? anyway you bet your ass she has WORDS for him the next time she sees him and if that happens to be in the middle of the paddock on media day at the next race and DTS just so happens to be filming well, lucky for them i guess not so lucky for the red bull racing team who now have a fire to put out

there were no periods in that and im so sorry but the idea was just flowing and i had to get it out

[lanawinterscigarettes]

Oh aeron, you really do spoil me with these fics because that was incredible, frustrating (but not in a bad way) and somehow you described that coil feeling perfectly i don't know how you do it! I can't wait to see what those 'follow-up questions' are if you ever reveal them to us 😉 haha, i want to watch 'doctor oswald' get taken down a couple pegs after that one - also if you do make a part 2 (no pressure) you could use the 'doctor oswald, but you can call me clara' gif, which is both relevant and quite amusing.

How are you, btw i forgot to ask i was too wrapped up in clara fics haha

omg the send anons thing on your feed HI AERONS FEED IM AN ANON

omg im thinking of you too i am absolutely drowning in just life stuff i promise im still hanging around just about haha

omg sparkle uses star as a pseudonym nah theres two sapphic 'star's going around on random social media somewhere that makes me laugh so hard

i too am in love with many fictional women i have a whole list, a whole list (robbing a bank...robbin' a whooooole bank - sorry for that reference)

yessss clara's brunette and very sarcastic and witty - i watch a couple shows that the actress is in and i absolutely fold at her brown eyes...which slightly creepily both me and aeron have described in our writing as 'chocolate brown' (yes i write too i just don’t publish stuff anymore). I watch a couple shows that she's been in and somehow she manages to look similiar yet different in each show plus ive always had a bit of a personal thing that as each character has different aspirations and personality traits, they are a different person so basically i get to be homosexual with a capital H for multiple characters and fall in love with each of their personalities, ive got an image of her in a show called emmerdale which is a british soap opera - i love her character jasmine as she's very driven but also quite bookish and nerdy, or like in another british show (that no one seems to have heard of) called waterloo road, which is about a run down school, her character is pretty much a bad girl yet also a straight a* student and gives zero f**ks about anyone and...intelligent bad girls...need i say more

https://imgur.com/aPbHOV9 theres your link try not to have a heart attack (unless you're not affected by brown eyes in the sun the same way i am LOL)

omg monicaaaa - i havent seen friends but its defo on my watch list at some point in the next ever

i still havent watched gopiss girl i need to do that - have you seen sex lives of college girls? its got renee rapp in it (idk if you know who she is) but her character leighton i would absolutely fold for as well especially in s1 like leighton's speech in s1e8 about not wanting to come out you literally could have plucked that from my brain

also agreed i love having friends through anon this is great!

yesss the tumblrverse, sorry ive yapped again me and sparkle are PREMIUM YAPPERS

omg wait i wanna make my anon descrip:

⭐ - clara oswalds gf, way too obsessed with missyclara and can be found in the village of emmerdale

i agree with sparkle the doctors fic was so hot i have definitely found a new fantasy im into haha...

good luck with your driving test, you'll smash it!

omg sparkle anon you write too, how are we all writers this is great nahhh not the smut without plot also yes im writing my own personal fic for myself and i love the ripping people apart and putting them back together trope its got so much meat to it to write about

sending love to both of yall! and thinking of you too aeron

- ⭐

You're so sweet, thank you so much!! I'm happy to hear you enjoyed it 🫶 I actually was going to use that gif of clara initially but I changed my mind because I like the one where she had her hair up in a ponytail a bit better (and yes, a part two is currently in the works in case you're wondering 👀)

I'm doing good!! I've been getting a lot of writing done recently so I'm very proud of myself for that 🥰

I love monica, she's very assertive/bossy but also a bit insecure so I think you'd like her character and the complexities there. If you ever watch friends you'll have to let me know what you think of it <3

I haven't seen that show but I have heard of it! And I love renee rapp so much, she's such a good actress and very pretty hehe 💞

I'm glad you enjoyed the fic so much! Idk if you remember the other request you sent in with the prompts, but I wanted to know if you'd be okay with me writing it with rose tyler? I know clara is your favorite (and rightfully so) but I was thinking that the prompts kind of fit rose well too (I know you said I could choose the character but I just wanted to ask, and if you're set on me writing it with clara then it's no problem whatsoever 🫶)

I hope you're having/had a wonderful day, star anon!! I always love chatting with you 🥰

[call-sign-shark]

My baby Brummie, sorry for the delay but I wanted to answer properly to your lovely comment. You can’t imagine how much I enjoy reading your reactions, they are the best — especially the lives ones teehee.

It’s true that this chapter starts in a very anxious and claustrophobic settings, with the details of the rope pressing on Heaven/Reader’s throat. I am so moved by you thinking my writing is immersive: I don’t know if I’m a witch too —maybe?— but knowing I’ve managed to make you feel so many strong emotions is the best reward a writer could have. Because even if Heaven is an OC, she is also the embodiment of Reader. Also I particularly love the parts you’ve quoted about her threatening the guards with her look and the demons being scared in hell because those details are very important to understand the dangerous vibes that emanate off Heaven — and which are easy to forget since she’s frail-looking and soft with the people she loves —. She’s a kind of Mama Bear, and now she is furious. 🤭 Regarding Polly, she has forgiven her rude behavior. Somehow she understood why she was suspicious. After all, she was worried for her family and especially for her slightly naive nephew, Arthur.

Honestly, I love Heaven/John in an indescribably way. Writing about them always make me smile. As I’ve told to some friends here, your question about John’s flirty banters with Heaven is relevant. I like to let readers choose either they want John and Heaven to be like siblings, or if they prefer John having a crush on her. I see you’ve chosen the platonic path 🥰 I’m in love with your analysis of their relationship because, you’ve summarize perfectly: Arthur is her other half, her soulmate, but John is definitely as important to her. He’s always her to make her laugh, and she knows she can trust him. And we can see that in her way of not being afraid to talk to her deepest fears with him. He is good at reassuring her 💚 Im gonna send you a John to brighten your life, Brummie 🤭 I’m glad you liked her demand of him walking her down the aisle, it shows how important he his in her life.

YOU HAVENT MET KAISER BEFORE??? You need to read the one shots about him, you’ll love him even more! He’s a giant but adorable disaster 🤣!!

Now the wedding 🥹

Arthur cannot help but worry — I think he is a character full of doubts. And he hates himself so much he can’t believe someone like Heaven would want him as her husband. But once again your analysis is on point: her presence soothes him even when she’s not there. Also, thank you so much for your sweet reaction at both the entrance and her outfit, it’s very difficult to write a description that’s as smooth as easy to imagine, so it means a lot!! Can you imagine? Even Tommy had forgotten he hated her for a few seconds 🤣 Talking about little king Shelby, it’s true that Arthur’s wedding is a complete opposition to the one of Reader and Dark!Tommy in Killing Me Softly. Poor baby Y/N 🥺

“Arthur, No tongues!!” I DIED. He’s like:

Come on, you’re asking too much! He could not help but add a little tongue, but still he behaved well … At least for the ceremony 🤣🤣 Honestly I am fucking happy you highlighted the little part of Arthur almost ruining the cake because he got angry! Like — even in love it’s still good old Arthur Shelby. In truth, I feel for Polly who had been so worried for the whole wedding that she was running everywhere to make sure everything was fine. She was a bit exhausted and tired, so seeing her nephew coming with his hair messy, his shirt filled with folds and his fly open annoyed her asf LMAO.

To conclude I’m delighted you liked the pillow talk — this is such a soft scene and knowing I’ve immersed you in their fluffy bubble is a win! Thank you so much for always writing long and wonderful comments. You never fail to make day and I’m proud to have you 💚 knowing that the writer who is working on my fav Tommy series thinks my series is the best make me fucking happy 🥺

Heaven in Your Eyes || Arthur Shelby x Reader!OC

Summary:  Six months after being released from prison and cleared of murder charges, you and Arthur are finally getting married. All you have to do now is hope for the wedding day to be spared from some Shelby chaos. Featuring John Shelby x Reader.

Words: 6k

TW:  tooth-rotting fluff, light angst, allusions to smut, one ruined wedding cake, Tommy not being a dick for once, otherwise it's a well-deserved soft chapter to start this new act. Let's not break your heart too soon.

Notes:

✞ This chapter is the beginning of Act II of Heaven in Your Eyes. The timeline is S4.

✞ Heaven is OP's original character but written with the use of « you » (Moodboard here).

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The beating in your heart was so erratic, so fierce, that its constant drumming echoed in your skull and ears as painfully as if someone was smashing your brain with a hammer. You clenched your jaws at the painful bite of the rope the police officer behind you had placed around your neck. The way the noose compressed your windpipe, already giving you a foretaste of what was awaiting you, made the act of breathing laborious. Sucking on a sharp breath, your throat whistled like a dying bird. Down below I go, you thought while nervously playing with the wedding ring Arthur gifted you weeks ago. He had barely made his proposal when policemen snatched you from him and threw you both in jail. With your back straight and your crystal eyes glaring at the officers who were present in this slaughter room, you managed to keep your dignity. They might hang you, but they would not see you cry. In fact, if you went down they would have to watch you, so that your piercing irises would haunt them until, one day, Death would come for them too.

I love you Arthur. 

I love you Dad and Mom.

I love you little sister.

I’m so sorry I’ve failed you.

Could you ever forgive me?

Your teeth dug into the flesh of your inner cheek as seconds flew, each bringing you closer to your inevitable end. 

“WAIT!!! PLEASE WAIT! ” 

A far cry in the distance. Were you dreaming? Or were demons already afraid of you down in Hell?

Officer Kat Wilson’s heart missed a beat when the familiar voice boomed in the warehouse, as loud as a foghorn. The blonde policewoman turned around, eyes filled with hope as she saw the silhouette of Sergeant Moss bathed in the blinding outside light that had rushed into the place when he had opened the warehouse’s heavy doors, “Do not kill her! We’ve just received a new order from the Crown: Heaven Lavey and Polly Gray are proven innocent of the crimes they had been accused of.”  He said, forehead glistening with sweat. He had probably run as fast as possible to deliver the news quickly. Kat Wilson felt all of her muscles relax at such an unhoped-for plot twist.

“Take the noose off her neck now.” She ordered, trying his best to sound strict despite Moss standing right here,  running out of breath.

Innocent? Take the noose? Sentences were melting in an intelligible treacle because of the emotional roller coaster you were undergoing, hence you only caught a few words. When your mind finally made sense of what was happening, a long sigh came out of your quivering lips. Then, the policeman behind you set your throat free. You blinked several times and looked at Officer Wilson, who replied to your confused gaze with a faint, supportive smile illuminating her usually oh-so-severe traits. Then, she proceeded to free you from the handcuffs that were sinking into the frail flesh of your wrists. As she did, Kat brought her lips near your ear and whispered so only you could hear, “Arthur’s safe. The warrant includes the Shelby family too. I’m sorry for the mess, doll. ” 

You swallowed the lump in your throat and glanced at the woman, trying not to let too many emotions show. Not that you wanted to play the tough girl, but you were so overwhelmed by your feelings that you were not even able to let out anything except confusion. It was all… Too much. “You knew they were going to release us.” You stated with a quiet but still slightly shaky voice as the revelation struck you. 

“Let’s say I hoped they’d interrupt your death sentence in time.” Her soft yet hoarse voice replied, highlighted with a cunning little something.

Kat Wilson gave your shoulder a gentle squeeze before leading you outside the sinister warehouse, unwilling to provide you with further details. And somehow, you did not bother to ask. The only thing you wished for was to run away from this killing floor. Thus you walked bare feet on the gravel ground, the peaky sensation of the tiny stones against your flesh keeping you grounded to reality, andyou stopped in the middle of the yard. There, you threw your head back and closed your eyes,  relishing the soft caress of the wind on your face.  You breathed a sigh of relief, for the clouds above you had shifted from the sun, whose rays were warming up your frozen skin. 

You were alive. 

“Heaven!” A woman voice called you.

You reopened your eyes and looked around you, “Oh my God, Polly!” You suddenly exclaimed when you recognized her. Seeing Aunt Polly running to you and almost tackling you in a desperate hug was all it took for your emotions to finally flood you. Tears dawned at the corner of your eyes as you pulled her into a deeper embrace. Polly sobbed in your arms, her body quivering because of her cries.

“I saw them Heaven! I saw the spirits. Oh bloody hell, the spirits…” 

“I know Pol,” You tried to comfort her the best you could, your grip tightening around the poor woman in the hope of helping her calm her panic attack. Still, you knew she was shaken to the core by her freshly canceled rendezvous with Mr. Death, “Everything’s fine,” You whispered, and let one of your hands lose itself in her short dark hair, “I hear them too.” You admitted. Polly gradually grew quieter in your arms, running out of tears. Nevertheless, you did not let her go. What you did, though, was to silently thank the policewoman with your gaze, your irises sparkling with genuine gratitude. No matter her role in all this mess, you knew Kat Wilson contributed to setting you free. 

You were alive.

Alive, for sure, and indescribably furious. 

1925 - Six Months Later 

You had been absentmindedly looking at your reflection in the mirror for long minutes when someone knocked at the door and snatched you from your contemplative state. A growl escaped from your lips for you had let everyone know you did not want to be bothered— truth be told, you needed a bit of time alone with you to soothe your anxiety. However, the uninvited guest came in before you allowed him to do so.

“True gentlemen wait to be invited before entering a room, you know? Especially when a lady is in it. ” You said with a faint smirk on your plump and glossy lips as you recognized the guest by the sole fragrances of his cologne. 

“A part of me hoped to see you undressed, that’s why I didn’t, little Angel.” The masculine voice answered, its tone filled with tease. You snorted at such a stupid answer, kinda expecting it, and rolled your eyes in amusement.

“Idiot.” You simply retorted, glancing at him through the mirror you were still facing.

“Idiot? That’s it? I’m used to better roast from ya, eh!” John exclaimed, surprised by your lack of wit. He wanted to tease you again you but your sudden silence kept him from doing so. Something was off. Worried, the young Shelby brother frowned a little bit and walked to you, not minding your desire of being alone. You jumped slightly at the sensation of his two large and warm hands squeezing your upper arms, “Oi, Angel.” He gently called, the tenderness in his voice wrapping you in a comforting haze, “Tell me what’s wrong please…” 

For sure John Shelby had a soft spot for you since the day Arthur introduced you to the family. No one had ever doubted it. Without the slightest explanation nor apparent reasons, you both immediately grew fond of each other from the moment your eyes met. In truth, your relationship with the Shelby family had been quite tricky for months following the first meeting. Most of them didn’t want you to be a part of the clan, partly due to the witch rumors around you and Arthur’s obsessive love. It was only now, a solid year and one murder later, that everything had started to flow more smoothly with them. Even Esme, who had been terrified of you and would usually avoid you at all costs, had learned to live with your presence in the family. According to Polly, you had deserved your place among them more than any other women the boys brought home. The only threat to this harmony had been and still was Thomas Shelby himself. The mutual resentment you shared for each other was rooted in deep and far too complicated reasons, the most recent one was him selling you to the police for murder charges. However, you came to terms with the idea of maintaining a mutual hatred as long as he did not step between Arthur and you ever again. 

So, apart from Tommy and Esme, you were now getting along with everyone. But with John… With John, it was unlike anything you had ever experienced, apart from Arthur. Whenever your man wasn’t there, John would do everything that was in his power to keep you company and bring a smile to your face. Not only he loved to visit you and spent his free time with you, but he truly cared for your well-being. Sometimes he would make a surprise visit to your house. In fact, he would stand there on your porch with the most adorable smile you had ever seen etched on his lips, a basket filled with food in one hand and a bottle of red wine in the other. When Arthur and you decided to leave Birmingham, your heart ached at the thought of moving away from John. Following your departure, rumors said John’s eternal smile had not be seen for weeks. However, once you had well adjusted to your new routine, even distance could not shake your unique bond: John never ceased to visit you when he could.

“What’s the matter, little angel?” He inquired, genuinely concerned by your silence and the melancholic gleam in your aquamarine eyes. 

“I’m scared John. I’m fucking scared.” You finally admitted, closing your eyelids a few seconds to take a slow inhale. The weight in your chest had vanished from the moment words left your mouth.  At such a surprising answer, the young gangster’s grip tightened on your arms and he gently forced you to turn around to face him. Still, you avoided his gaze, fearing judgment. 

“It’s your wedding day, Heaven. What are you scared of?” He carefully asked, taking care not to make you think he was mocking or judging you.

“I’m scared because now I’ve got something to lose,” You fell silent for a tiny while, fighting again the desire to remain silent, but you knew you could open up to him, “I have a magnificent house in the forest cradled by the sweet chant of a peaceful stream. I have the loveliest man I could have dreamt of by my side, who loves me to the moon and back. God, I even got a dog!” Another brief pause you took to avoid crying, “And one day there will be one or two kids…” John listened to you carefully, still wondering what the problem was, “If I'm being honest, I’ve never thought I would be allowed to be this happy. At one point in my life, I got used to the idea of dying alone,  hunted down by bad memories, and drown by guilt. But, look at me now. Look how far I’ve come… That’s why I’m scared of losing it all. Fuck, John — I’ll die without him.” 

To your greatest surprise, the young gangster replied to your lament with soft chuckles, “Heaven. I don’t know what it is between Arthur and you, but I’ve never seen a love fiercer than you one you share. Bloody Hell, you’re so addicted to each other it’s even a bit scary sometimes, not gonna lie eh,” His fingers trapped your chin in one soft movement and, with indescribable tenderness, he raised your head so that he could observe each trait of your angelic face, “Having something to lose makes you cherish what you have even more. Plus it doesn’t mean you’re gonna lose it. “ The corner of his charming lips curled in a sweet smile, “Moreover, there’s more chance for Tommy to like you than for Arthur to leave your side. He’s not gonna let you go… To my greatest sadness.” John winked at you and, despite everything, his last flirty comment managed to make you laugh.  Sometimes, you didn’t know how he always succeeded in cheering your up but still he did, “Listen, I knew you’d be a bit nervous for your wedding day, so I got you a little surprise.” 

“A surprise?” You asked, curious, wiping away the tiny tears that had formed in the corner of your eyes while being careful not to ruin the stunning siren-eyes makeup Ada did. It would be a shame to have more mascara on your cheek than on your eyelashes the day of your wedding. John walked to the door and put his large hand on the knob, looking at you to maintain a small suspense “I know he’s not supposed to see you before the ceremony but he would not stop crying without you so…” He was about to open the door when he stopped mid-action, “Oh and I’m not talking about Arthur by the way. Even though I’m pretty sure he’s also doing that.” 

“Fuck off, John boy.” You poked your tongue out, feeling cheerful and far less anxious thanks to him. He grinned in reply and finally opened the door.

“Oh! This is... So cuuuuute!” You almost squealed, for you were welcomed by the sight of Kaiser, the huge Cane Corso Arthur’s had brought home one night, sitting in front of the door with his mouth open in a big smile and with his drooling tongue hanging, “Come here big boy!” You called him, kneeling on the floor without minding your wedding dress now that your fur baby was here. Kaiser did not need to be asked twice: he walked to you and put his huge head between your frail hands to get his scratches, looking at you with so much love in his hazel eyes you could not resist smooching his wet snout “I can’t believe you’ve put a bow tie to my dog!” You laughed, “Look at this distinguished gentleman... He’s gonna steal all the women!”  The massive beast barked loudly as to agree with you. You delicately wrapped your arms around his muscular frame to hug him, the sensation of his fur against your face erasing the last bits of anxiety left in you “Oh you’re the most handsome man of the whole family, baby Kaiser... Yes, you are. ”

His tail wagged. Of course, he was!

“Couldn’t participate in the wedding if he wasn’t all fancy, eh. I've also put a fake mustache on his snout but he ate it so I gave up on the idea,” He shrugged, “I thought it would make you laugh and help you relax.” 

“Thank you, John! Thank you so much, you’re lovely I swear.” You said, looking at him with your gaze filled with genuine affection all the while cuddling with Kaiser, who seemed to be in paradise judging by his blissfully happy face. 

“So — are you ready?” John finally asked.

“Yes, I am.” You replied, then stood up and took a quick look at your reflection in the mirror to fix your long white mane, which had been styled in wavy and adorned with a few diamonds from there and then, giving your hair an otherworldly shine. As you focused on your hairstyle, John rearranged your dress. At one point, he stopped what he was doing to look at you with a dreamy expression. 

“You’re stunning, little angel. Fuckin’ bewitching.” He whispered before shaking his head, “Let’s find your man now, eh. Alright?” You nodded, the butterflies in your stomach flying at the sole mention of Arthur.

“I’m ready but before we go can I ask you a favor, John?”

“Anything.” 

“You know, I’d have loved my family to be here. Mom would have been prolly crying during the whole wedding in Dad’s arms while my little sister would have thrown white petals at everyone’s face for fun…” You let out a charming but oh-so-sad chuckle “But no matter how fiercely I’ve prayed for it I know they won’t be there. So I’ve got two choices left: either I walk alone to my husband or I ask someone to accompany me.” You had barely finished your sentence when the celeste blue of your eyes dived into the sky blue of his, “I’d like you to escort me down the aisle, John.”

He remained silent, stricken by surprise at such a touching demand.  He had not been expecting it. Words were at loss, however, they were not necessary for you to understand his answer:  as the sun rays crossed through the windows and enlightened John’s face, you could see the precious shine of one sole crystal tear running down his cheek.

The powerful sound of the organ resonated in the whole church, the vibrations of its melody resounding in Arthur’s chest and making him tremble from within. He was standing in front of the altar with his manly hands interlocked in front of him. For the occasion, he had bought the most elegant and expensive tailored three-piece suit he had ever owned: he was dressed in all black, except for the white shirt he was wearing under. Moreover, Tommy had put some traditional white flowers in the pocket of his vest, while Polly had slipped an emerald pillar pendant around his neck and hid it under his shirt before he entered the church— a marriage blessing, from what he had understood from Polly’s emotional speech. The woman was so proud of her older nephew she could not help but already weep with joy. Arthur nervously glanced at his brother who was standing by his side, slightly in front of him at his best man’s place.  Then, his steel-blue eyes shifted from Tommy and searched for his Aunt, who sat a bit further in the audience beside Ada and Finn. To be honest, Arthur’s anxiety kicked in. The more the second passed, the more the unpleasant impression his heart was about to burst from his chest was overwhelming. Nervously spinning one of his silver rings, he tried to control his nerves the best he could but it was harder than he thought: a part of him, admittedly irrational, was terrified by the possibility of you not showing up.

What if you’ve changed your mind? What if you’ve come to the conclusion you did not want him? What if your wedding did not work out, just like his first one? Maybe the problem hadn’t been Linda but him? 

As was always the case when he was panicking, his self-whipping thoughts banged together in his skull like a hive of furious buzzing hornets. Nevertheless, Arthur knew, deep down, that you were soul mates and that there was no actual reason for you to flee. What really helped him to calm down though was taking a deep inhale and focusing on the hundred of candles’ flames that were illuminating the room with tiny dancing flames. A comforting wave of warmth almost immediately wrapped his heart as he did, for this church was the place in which you met for the very first time. He still clearly remembers the fire that had lit in his dying soul at the way your fingers grazed him when you had cleaned the blood off his face with a torn piece of your own dress. Not only had you purified his soiled skin, but then you had allowed him to put his head on your thighs and proceeded to pet his hair all the while lulling his demons to sleep with that enchanting voice of yours. From that night, Arthur made a promise to Almighty God, who had been kind enough to answer his prayers and sent him his most precious Angel. And that promise was that he would marry you in this same place to show God how well he would treat you and how happy you would be with him.

The organ roared louder in the church all of a sudden, causing him to refocus.

 You were coming.

The gangster straightened his back, quickly slicked his hair back one last time to look perfect for you, and then stared at the church’s heavy wooden doors with both anxiety and anticipation in his eyes. His blood boiled with impatience, for you had been separated for too long because of the traditional “don’t see the bride before the ceremony” the Shelby women — and John — had insisted to establish. That being said, it had been torture for Arthur, who was aching so much from your absence that he felt almost as bad as when he went through rehab. Hands shaking, cold sweat running down his back, breath hitching, Arthur could definitely not live without you by his side. — you were the most exquisite drug ever created, against which even opium could not even compete. 

The doors opened and panic rushed even more brutally into his being. At first, he thought he was about to die from a heart attack, but then, all these negative feelings vanished in dust when his piercing blue irises met your tantalizing silhouette. When you erupted from the almost supernatural light that was surrounding you, Arthur widened his eyes and stopped breathing. Here you were, your seductive body adorned with a graceful Greek goddess-inspired dress whose cut let the pale flesh of your back for the world to see while also forming a graceful and long wedding cape that was cascading down your shoulders. The whiteness of your outfit, equaling the wonderful snow-like color of your hair, was enhanced with gold jewels: armbands and a choker. One look at you was all it took for Arthur to feel the stinging of uncontrollable tears dawning in his eyes, for a tsunami of emotions had crashed in his soul at such a holy sight. As you walked to the altar at John’s arm, the wind blew in the church and made your cape dance behind you. For a few seconds, Arthur was convinced he saw wings in your back. Mighty feathery wings. 

Divine. It was the only word that came into his mind when he watched you breaking the distance between you. And the more you approached, the more he was stunned by your ethereal beauty. So stunned he had to keep himself from falling on his knees at your feet, deeming himself unworthy of standing in front of such a pure seraph. Even Tommy, whose resentment for you was a secret to none, found himself in awe at your pulchritude. He, along with the groom, had to blink several times to make sure they were not dreaming. 

Your glossy lips stretched in an enamored smile overflowing with emotions when you looked at your future husband: he was so charming in his suit that you fell in love with him for a second time. Your grip tightened around John’s arm for your heartbeat quickened until you finally rejoined Arthur. As soon as you reached him, the tall gangster took you by the hands — yours: small, delicate, and freezing. His: large, calloused, and burning. You dived into each other’s eyes, and the rest of the world disappeared. 

“You’re so handsome.”  You whispered, causing an adorable pink shade to blossom on your soon-to-be husband’s cheeks. 

“C-Come on. Did ye see yer own reflection? Ye took me fookin breath away, Angel.” His hoarse replied.

“Arthur, we’re in a church.” You discreetly snorted.

“Oh Fook. I mean shi— Whatever.” He slightly stuttered. At this moment, it did not matter that he was a grown man in his mid-thirties: he felt like a flustered teenager in front of his first crush all over again.  And to be true, so you were — to the point you both did not hear much of what the priest was saying, for you were far too hypnotized by each other’s presence as well as fighting hard against the urge of devouring each other’s lips. The only moment you both came back to your senses was when you had to pronounce your vows.

Then came the final moment.

Arthur Shelby, do you take Heaven Lavey to be your wife? Do you promise to be faithful to her in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health, to love her and to honor her all the days of your life?

I do. He answered with haste. You trapped your lower lip between your teeth, gathering all your strength to hold your emotions, but the crystal tears in your aquamarine eyes betrayed you. 

Arthur Shelby, receive this ring as a sign of my love and fidelity. In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit.

The caress of your fingers along with the cold sensation of the golden ring on his skin sent shivers down his spine.  Observing you as you sealed your love by slipping the ring around his finger,  Arthur’s smile grew a bit larger and made his teary eyes squint, digging adorable crowfeet at their corners.

You can kiss the bride.

The priest’s last words brought him back to life — that’s what he had been waiting for what seemed to be an eternity. Unable to wait any longer, the gangster brought one hand to your cheek and broke the excruciating distance between your lips until they crashed together under a thunder of applause. The feathery caress of his moustache on your skin mixed with the sensation of his eager mouth warmed you all over. Arthur deepened the kiss by parting his lips slightly so that his tongue could find its way to yours and give it a gentle stroke. But while hungry, the press of his mouth remained chaste. Carried away by his softness, you felt your body flickering in his arms, as fragile as the church’s candle flames.

You were his, he told it to himself. And he was yours. All yours until death tears you apart.

No, fuck that Reaper cunt he thought, even Death would not keep him apart from you.

The hundreds of candles and lanterns that were scattered through all Arrow House’s garden enlightened the night with their warm hue. Shortly before the wedding, the Shelby family suggested hosting the party in Tommy’s Mansion rather than in your place for practical matters. By celebrating your marriage in Arrow House, all the family and, by extension, friends, could reunite together without having to drive for miles. Moreover, the mansion was far bigger than your and Arthur’s house, which made the place far more convenient for partying.  For the event, all of Arrow House and its gargantuan garden had been decorated with lights, candles of every kind, white drapes, and flower wreaths that gave the place a supernatural atmosphere. The cheerful cacophony of chatter and music hovered above the garden as the guests were indulging themselves with food, alcohol, and innocent fun. Even Officer Kat Wilson, who had been invited following her implication in your release from prison, spent the whole night partying with the Shelby family.  Surprisingly enough, no one dared to disrupt the celebration with illegal activities. Just a few bets here and there. The only incident to declare had been the moment when Arthur, faithful to himself, almost smashed someone’s head in the wedding cake —he got angry when one of the guests looked at your cleavage—.  However, if Arthur failed with ruining the cake it had not been Kaiser’s case, who ate half of it by himself. 

“Where are Arthur and Heaven? Can’t believe the bride and the groom had disappeared!” Polly asked Tommy and Ada, visibly unhappy. The latter was a bit tipsy judging by the red shade of her cheeks and the glass of champagne in her perfectly manicured hand.

“Last time I’ve seen them they were dancing with flower crowns on their heads,” She hiccoughed, “I nearly died from laughing. Arthur. With a flower crown. It was so sweet and ridiculous!”

“That ain’t fun, Ada. I really need to find those stupid lovebirds. I swear I’m going bonkers: first Arthur’s tantrum, then Kaiser ruining the wedding cake, and now the newlyweds are late for the picture!” She complained. Overall, it had been Aunt Polly who made sure everything ran smoothly, hence her discontentment.

Tommy rolled his eyes at his sister’s inebriation, then he squeezed her shoulder with his large hand, “I think your question will find its answer really soon, Pol.” He stated with his quiet and deep voice as his turquoise eyes caught sight of your silhouette walking toward them, holding Arthur by the hand. You were both exchanging glances and light enamored laughters.

As surprising as it sounded, Thomas Shelby and you had managed to put your mutual hatred aside for the sake of the wedding. Of course, you were carefully avoiding each other the best you could, but when you were together in inevitable family moments, your exchanges remained polite. 

Polly turned to you with her eyebrows furrowed and pressed her fists on her hips with an angry- mother expression when you and Arthur joined the small group.

“Ah! There you are! The photographer has been fuming for half an hour! Where have you been?” She scolded. 

“We really need a map. This place is a fookin’ maze eh. We got lost.” Arthur tried to justify himself, his fingers firmly intertwined with yours, “I mean I wanted to show her the mansion but hey, I quite forgot which way to go and —“

“Arthur?” Polly cut him.

“Eh?” 

“Your fly.”  She simply stated. Holding much power, those two tiny words made Arthur almost jump. He let go of your hand in one vivid movement.

“OH FOOKIN HELL!” His gravel voice exclaimed when he looked down at his trousers. He quickly zipped the fly up under Ada’s hysterical laugh and Tommy’s mocking smirk. Admittedly, you could not help but giggle too for his reaction had been quite priceless. Oh Arthur, you thought. The only one who was not laughing was Polly, who looked at him with such a desperate face that you were sure she was about to facepalm herself. Or slap his face, it depended on her mood.

“Men and their cock, I swear. Look at you, idiot,” She said affectionately, “Your hair is all messed up! You’re going to look awful in your wedding pic!” She growled, grabbing her oldest nephew to rearrange both his hair and his tie. 

“Don’t be mean Pol, he just needed to release the pressure.” You said, watching the scene with a faint smile on your juicy and glossy lips still swollen from Arthur’s lustful kisses, “The whole speech thing worried him.”   

“Mmmpff— true.” He grunted, embarrassed.  

“Yeah of course.” The beautiful Ada started before coming to you and smoothing the folds of your goddess dress with a teasing grin “What a long and difficult way to say you just wanted to give him a blowjob.” She teased.

“Piss off Ada.” You gently retorted, rolling your eyes in a fake outraged pout, “let’s take that picture before Polly strangle us all.”

“OI. Everyone fucking gather together for the picture! Bring the damn dog too!” Tommy yelled to the crowd, “John! Made them pose in front of the mansion!” Orders flew and Peaky Blinders were soon taking the crowd in charge to help the photographer take the most perfect picture he could take. When everyone was ready, he pushed the button of his camera and, in a blinding flash, captured the most beautiful moment of your whole life in a picture you would cherish like the apple of your eye.

“We… We really should … Like… At least try to get in bed.” You giggled, your cheeks still adorned with a pink blush. Admittedly, talking had become quite a challenge after the second bottle of wine.

“Not gonna lie, love, I can’t fookin’ get up for the life of me.” Arthur pulled you closer against his bare chest and slipped one hand into your messy long hair, not willing to move. The tenderness of his caresses made your whole body relax and you melted in the warmth of his freckled skin. To hell with the bed, you thought, the floor would do the trick. 

When the party had come to an end, Arthur had carried you bridal-style to one of the mansion’s magnificent bedrooms, despite being completely drunk. The whole walk had been tedious with poor Arthur staggering in the stairway, but you could not have cared less — you were as wasted as he was and could not walk anymore. Maybe the alcohol contest with Kat and Uncle Charlie had not been such a great idea after all… Once you reached the bedroom, Arthur and you collapsed on the large fur rug that was on the wooden floor and clumsily took off each other’s clothes between heated kisses and steamy moans. He had impatiently waited for the wedding night, calling you “Mrs. Shelby” and “me lovely wife” all the way. That being said, a few intoxicated chuckles had embellished the symphony of your love when alcohol made one of you missed the other’s lips. No one could tell how many hours went by nor how many times you made love — Not even you. You were only coming back to your senses now that you were both snuggling naked on the floor, your legs entangled and your mind still clouded with your latest orgasm.

“I don’t want this wonderful day to end,” Arthur said, his gruff voice finally breaking the comfortable and peaceful silence that had settled in the room. A slow and long exhale escaped from your nostrils at his words before you laid lazy kisses on his chest. Your lips, still hungry for him despite your drowsiness, trailed up until they reached the golden cross pendant he was always wearing. A shiver ran down his spine when you took it between your full lips and looked up to his eyes through your Bambi lashes, “Fook — you make me so… Happy.” 

“And I’ll do my best to keep you happy every day of your life.” You replied after a little while, setting the pendant free from your tantalizing mouth. “That was a pretty successful day.” 

“It was, eh.” Arthur softly smiled at your words, his piercing blue eyes enjoying your mesmerizing beauty and his long fingers gently massaging your scalp, “We got a letter and a bouquet from Mrs. Solomons, y’know. She wanted to come but her husband’s back was hurting too much. ” 

“Oh yes? Rosie is a sweetheart.”

“And her husband’s a cunt.” He growled, “Bloody bastard.”

“I know right? But she’s great. She’s been teaching me so many interesting things about feminism! Really made me want to attend her next meeting!” 

“Women… You’re all going to overpower us one day.” Arthur said, his voice tinted with amusement. His free hand quickly grabbed the bottle of whisky that was next to him and took a mouthful of alcohol.

“It would not be a bad thing,” You pressed a kiss against his chin and he hummed in response, delighted by the way you showered him with tenderness. Arthur would have been purring under your touch if he had been able to do so. It just felt good — so good the whole world could have gone down in flames he wouldn’t mind as long as you kept pampering him like you were doing. You made him feel loved. You made him feel at peace… And God knows how much he needed that. “Especially for Michael. Have you seen his girlfriend Nora? She looked exhausted.” 

“She just gave birth to her second child. Of course, she’s exhausted, love.” He said. His hand, which had been playing with your hair until then, slowly ran down your naked back.

“Hm.” That was all you replied, for you felt Michael’s girl was more than just physically exhausted. Something was definitely off in their relationship, but you did not want to mingle. “Their daughter is lovely, though.” 

“She is.”

Another silence fell in the bedroom, only embellished by the relaxing cracking of the woods burning in the hearth. Both of you had closed your eyes, slowly drifting away into Morpheus’ kingdom.

“Angel?” He called you with a sleepy voice.

“Yes, Arthur?” You answered, dozing off.

“ I’d love to have kids with ye, eh. Little white-haired and blue-eyed us running barefoot in the forest… Little embodiments of our love brightening our life.” His voice was merely a whisper now for he was slowly falling asleep, “I’ve always wanted to be a dad… but thought I was too messed up for that.”

“You aren’t.” You smiled and let your fingers lazily graze his skin, your nails crossing through his chest hairs and ending their race on his heart, right where his tattoo was “I want it too Arthur. I want it too.” 

Sleep made the last word of your sentence die on your lips. Now, the hullabaloo of the party was no more. All the remaining noises were the harmonious murmurs of your slow breathings and the lullaby sung by the fire, which had never been so comforting. 

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[goldiipond]

olly and olivia are good siblings who look out for each other and mess with each other and just. love each other a lot. canon doesn't exist and my au is all that matters

[blues824]

i haven't seen any mha requests since i followed, so im gonna be the first (?maybe?)! could i request kirishima, bakugo, and kaminari with someone who is like hinata hyuga? as in, same looks, strength, personality, and cares for them and admires them as hinata does for naruto in the anime

So… the thing is… this isn’t the first MHA request. I just didn’t want to deal with a new set of tags. Hey, MHA community!

Katsuki Bakugo

It doesn’t matter what you look like physically. He’s only focused on someone’s strength and how they would fare against him in battle. He doesn’t care about anything else, alright?

He’s a bit weirded out by seeing someone so worried about him whenever he gets hurt while training. He doesn’t want to admit it, but he gets so flustered if you’re the one who tends to him. It’s then where he can truly admire your beauty.

Out on the battlefield, he has to admit that he struggles when fighting against you. Your eyes grant you pinpoint accuracy, and your kunai knife throwing skills are definitely nothing to laugh at.

In class, you easily top everyone else in academics. He both loves and hates it. You’re better than him, but you’re also better than all those extras that you both call ‘classmates’. He’s secretly proud.

We all know how this angry Pomeranian is always angry, but when he sees you worried about your friends that ‘got in his way’, he feels like shit. He also feels jealous, especially if you’re helping Midoriya up. Everyone notices how he has been a tad more calm recently, and they thank you for it.

Guess who has scary guard dog privileges? YOU DO! When those jerks from Class 1-B (Monoma) decide to pick on you for your eyes, Bakugo is there and willing to throw hands with anybody who was mean to you.

Overall, everyone thinks that the dynamic in your relationship is adorable. We have the angry and borderline tyrannical guy and the only person in the world who could calm him down and make him soft.

Eijiro Kirishima

He cares more about your personality than physical looks. As long as you’re not a jerk and you don’t bully anyone, but you’re not a pushover and can stand up for yourself, he doesn’t care.

He most definitely gets flustered whenever you patch him up after a full day of training. Just to feel your delicate touch on his skin is enough to make his face as red as his hair. He takes this time to actually take in your features, and he thinks you’re gorgeous.

He has to admit that you’re incredibly strong. He once had to face you for a class assignment and he got folded like a lawn chair. He is so impressed as he’s laying there on his back and staring up at you, who looks worried and asks him if he’s alright.

Whenever you get the top score on a test or something, he will personally cheer you on. You did amazing! He tried to refuse your help with his work but he can’t help himself whenever you explain that you want to help him and that you’re worried.

He doesn’t get jealous a whole ton, unless you are tending to Kaminari. He’s worried that his friend’s smooth words could sweep you off of your feet. Time and time again, you have to reassure him that you love him and only him, and he soaks it up like a sponge.

He will definitely act as your protector because it’s the manly thing to do. It doesn’t matter if you’re a man or that you’re wearing the pants in the relationship. Let this poor baby protect you. It gives him a sense of accomplishment.

Overall, you both make an absolutely adorable couple. PDA is most definitely there and makes every person that’s single jealous. You both act so love-dovey, and Mina is always squealing in excitement whenever she sees the two of you cuddling in the common room.

Denki Kaminari

This simp loves every single part of you. He’s always looking at you with hearts in his eyes (sounds like Sanji from One Piece). He thinks you’re drop-dead gorgeous and always compliments you.

The blush on his face as you tend to him while he’s in his yAaAy mode is very apparent, but you think it’s just a part of the consequences of him overusing his quirk. If he were an adult, he would’ve gotten on one knee right then and there.

I don’t know about you, but I think he enjoys being with a person who’s stronger than him. Having you wear the pants in your relationship… there’s something attractive about it to him.

Like Kirishima, whenever you get the top score on one of Aizawa’s tests, he cheers you on. He would gladly accept your help in studying for the upcoming tests because you teach him in a way that he understands the material.

We all know that he’s a flirt, but he does get jealous. Ever since getting with you, his Casanova ways have been retired. Now, he will gladly knock out Mineta if he ever decides to try anything.

Speaking of Mineta, Kaminari will absolutely pack him the f up if he ever tried anything. If you tell him that the disgusting grape did anything to you, you bet he would go ballistic.

Overall, he thinks you’re an angel sent by whatever gods there are. You are his saving grace and he makes sure to cherish every moment spent with you. He is fully devoted to you and only you.

[remusmainhoe]

teasing sirius x reader smut

the reader and sirius get into an argument, neither of them want to cave in.

“For the love of merlin, you are so childish” 

“Oh that’s rich, you better watch what you call me y/n because if I'm a child, do you know what that makes you? A creep.” Sirius shot back at you.

You and Sirius stormed into the common room where lily, James, remus, and Peter were enjoying their Monday afternoon talking.

“What are you lot fighting about?” James asked.

“I was trying to study in the library, and black got me kicked out with his disturbances” you explained.

“She was the one who insisted on going to the library, and then she said I was needy!” Sirius said.

“Then what would you call trying to kiss me and distract me in the library, class, dinner, breakfast, shopping, shall I continue?”

“Oh you are just as needy, you made me carry you from dinner to the common room to cuddle last week!” 

“There is a time and place, the library is not that place” you countered.

“I am the least needy one in this relationship” Sirius pressed.

“Oh please,” you laughed humorlessly “you couldn’t last one day without a kiss”

You both stormed to your dormitories slamming the door behind you.

You woke up still irritated by the argument with Sirius that now just seemed stupid, of course you wanted him, but like hell you were going to be the first to give in. You got dressed and made your way down to the main hall, sitting down between lily and remus with Sirius in front of you.

“Hello” you said to Sirius while serving yourself breakfast, not looking up at him. 

“Morning” Sirius returned, also not looking at you.

The day went by slow, dreadfully slow, the worst Tuesday in history. You had to admit you missed the way that Sirius would wrap his arm around you while you walked down the halls of the castle, or how he would kiss you between classes, and his little notes in class would make your day, except today, their absence is killing you. Your night was no better, you spent it tossing and turning, missing how he would cuddle and sleep with you. The morning came dreadfully soon, and today seemed to out do the last. You got out of bed reluctantly.

“Still fighting with Sirius?” Lily asked.

“Im not giving in first” lily chuckled at your answer shaking her head in disapproval.

“If one of you doesn’t apologize this is going to go for too long” 

Her words bringing dread, but also an idea. You got up from your bed, showered, curled your hair into neat waves. Taking out your makeup, Doing a smokey eye look with eyeliner, light blush, and toping it off with lip gloss. Instead of the normal shoes you would wear, you put some darker shoes with a bit of heals, and Sprayed on some of your perfume. You were desperate, so you decided to fold your uniform skirt a little so it would look shorter than it was, and forgetting to button a button or two on your blouse just enough to show a bit.  You made your way down to the main hall sitting next to remus and Peter today. 

“Morning” you said to the table.

“Hel-“ Sirius started and looked at how you looked today, “morning”

You bit your lip just a little bit “well I'm starving” you started eating glancing sometimes at Sirius who kept looking at you with those piercing eyes. During class the whole day you felt his eyes on you,  you smiled feeling proud of your plan working. When class ended you all went to dinner.

“So how are you holding up hon?” You asked innocently at Sirius while serving your plate.

“Fantastic” Sirius answered.

You took a bite out of your chicken not believing his word.

“You got something there love” Sirius reached across the table a bit and wiped your mouth, then licked his finger “got it”

You looked at him being caught off guard.

“You know, if you want all of this to be over, I would be happy to accept your apology” sirius stated.

���In your dreams black, i'll be more than happy to accept an apology when you come back to your senses” you replied.

“Well that’s going to be a while” James muttered under his breath earning an elbow in the ribs from Sirius, and a chuckle from the others.

“I think you’re starting miss me, trying to taunt me getting even more pretty like that” he said just for you to hear.

“I think you are staring to miss me, you and I both know that you wanted to do more than just wipe my face” you whispered pack to him.

Once dinner ended you all headed back to the Gryffindor tower, and sat around the common room. Sirius sat next to you leaning back.

It was getting late so the others decided to call it a day, meanwhile you were cooking something up in your head, waiting till they left.

“You stood up from the couch, got in front of Sirius, getting to your knees meanwhile you put your hair up. A sense of euphoria filled you as you saw Sirius’s face light up with the thought that he won. You leaned down and looked under the couch.

“Huh, thought I left my DADA book down here, must be up in my room. Well goodnight, let me know if you need me” you said getting up and walking up the stairs with the mental image of Sirius’s disbelieving face.

The following two days carried on like that, teasing each other. You lay on your bed deciding to go apologize to Sirius, right as you were going to break, you heard the door open and close with sirius standing there. Neither of you spoke as he claimed on top of you grabbing both of your wrists with one hand, pinning them above your head. Your legs wrapped around his hips as he kissed you with a sort of hunger, his other hand messaging your breast. You started to move your hips trying to get some friction, a shitfaced grin spread across his face.

“Poor baby had to wait so long” he whispered not being able to contain himself.

His hand trailed down to your skirt lifting it up, pulling down your panties before taking out his member. A finger drew circles around your clit, not being able to control himself, entering you and stretching you out as moans escaped your lips. His lips trailed down from your lips to your neck and making their way to your nipples making you a mess. His rhythmic pace came like symphonies to you, each thrust being harder and deeper, as the circular movements of his fingers became faster. You were used to him telling you when to come, but this was all too much for you. Your walls started to wrap around his dick, the grip of your legs around him became tighter as a relief came over you.

“Im sorry” was all your brain could come up with to say.

“We’ve barely just started darling.”