#im being sarcastic and silly here

[spotty-fleabag]

It wasn't the first time a pup had fallen ill. But It was the first time a sick pup refused a meal.

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The warm wind coming up the hill promised a lush summer ahead to the young family.

Avalanche was no runt, but he had always been the smallest of the litter. Though his father was insisting on getting him to eat, the sick pup only ignored him with heavy lidded eyes, and laid down for a nap. Soleil felt his chest filling up with thousands of apologies and regrets. He could have been a better parent, he should have tried harder.

The young father laid down next to his son, holding him tight as if it was going to fix anything, and stayed still until he felt the small body exhale for the very last time.

rip bozo rng got you

[blindedbystars]

i reached too many tags so im writing the rest of my thoughts here hope you dont mind!

i loved the confrontation between heaven and tommy - like i said its born out of worry and comes from a good place initially but also because she's too unpredictable tommy can't control her the way he can everything else and that's one reason he doesn't like her

but also tommy believes himself cursed and maybe she represents that part of himself tommy is afraid of and her mentioning his son i know she's trying to help him but tommy is so untrusting it won't come across as anything other than a threat

and i know i keep saying this but i do like the little bits and pieces of her backstory she's such an intriguing character im looking forward to reading more about her

"you're here" / "told you id come back" 🥺😭😭 and "please tell me you're not scared of your arthur" this beauty and the beast situation but where they both think they're the beast "you look pretty with blood all on your face" so real girl i hear you

love that they both are same level of crazy for eahcother they want to eat eachother so bad love it

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

Summary:  This is when things seem to get better with the Shelby family —at least with Polly— that a drunk client crosses the line with you at the Garrison. Haunted by his past insecurities and his burning jealousy, Arthur snaps. And he snaps very bad. For the first time since you've met, he reveals the beast he hides inside... And Tommy obviously uses the incident to blame you.

Words: 5k

TW: Angst, Obsessive behavior, extreme jealousy, graphic depiction of violence, murder, lot of blood, canonical violence, witch trial, allusions to smut, allusions to blood!kink, Arthur being an emotional and slightly psychotic mess

Notes:

✞ I don't condone Arthur's behavior. Also, keep in mind that Heaven is certainly a bit twisted too.

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

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The sound of your heels hammering the cold pavement of Small Heath echoed in the nocturnal streets as you walked to the Garrison. Even though the expansion of the Shelby Company led the family’s interests away from the pub, they still hold the place dear to their hearts and sometimes they liked gathering there for old times' sake. Especially Arthur. Hence, rather than staying at home, reading in front of the fireplace, and dwelling on Polly’s odd behavior at the last family gathering, you decided to occupy your buzzing mind by surprising Arthur at the pub. A raven flew above your head and cawed, its presence stirring interest in you for he had followed you from the moment you had left your house. As you walked to the Garrison, you took a quick glance at the black bird’s silhouette, which was perched on a roof a few houses away. 

"Silly boy, want to tell me something?" You told to it, amused. The animal, dressed with dark feathers, replied with another caw. You chuckled and kept walking.

The white dress and fur coat you were wearing contrasted so well with the dull night that the few people you passed were not sure what they had just seen. Indeed, the moon's glow reflected its light on your porcelain skin, adorning your frail body with an almost supernatural aura. That was why some of them thought they had caught sight of an angel, just like Arthur did the first time you and he met.

When the dark wooden door of the Garrison opened, its noise overcoming the laughter, chatting, and sounds of glasses clinking against each other, a soft wave of warmth caressed your cold face. You had barely stepped inside when people almost all turned around, many pairs of eyes weighing on you. Curious and dumbstruck gazes looked at you, wondering what such a holy-looking creature was doing here — but you did not really care. Your petrifying aquamarine iris swept the room to become familiar with the place before you headed to the counter behind which you saw Arthur’s tall frame. The man was back to you, talking with his little boss-brother Thomas. Awesome, you thought, little King Shelby is here. Sarcasm filled your head at the mere sight of him. To be true, you were well aware that Thomas was always doing his best to avoid you, but it did not annoy you. Quite the contrary, you were more than satisfied with never seeing him — you still did not come to terms with him trying to strangle you after all. Nevertheless, you leaned over the counter, arms resting on its varnished wooden surface, and parted your juicy lips to speak. 

“Good evening, Mister Shelby. Care to serve me a drink?” 

Arthur’s whole being shivered with delight as soon as he recognized the enchanting and oh-so-peculiar tone of your voice — the same voice that had led him to you one bleak and sleepless night. Shaken to the core by your presence, he forgot about Tommy the moment you had started to speak and turned around to face you, the corner of his lips stretching in a genuine and blissed smile. Each time his steel blue eyes fell on you, it was as if God's grace struck him — even though you were living together. The thrills you gave him never left.

“Good evening, love. What is such a delicious little Angel like you doing here? It’s a bad town for such a pretty face ye know.” He almost cooed with his hoarse voice, his hands on the bar and his eyes sparkling with a teasing gleam.

“Fell from the sky and got lost in these streets, so I just followed the light.” Your fingers grazed the back of his hand and went up its skin, leaving pleasant tingles in their trail, until they reached one of the many rings he was wearing. The simple gesture, barely touching him, lit up a blazing fire in his soul. Thomas looked at Arthur and quickly understood that no matter what he would say or do, he held no power over his older brother anymore, “Evening, Tommy.” You said, finally acknowledging him.

“Thomas. It’s Thomas.” He retorted with a voice as cold as an arctic blizzard that could freeze Hell’s inferno itself. He stubbed out his cigarette in the nearest ashtray and left without any single word, his shadow disappearing in the streets as he left the Garrison, for your sole presence seemed to bother him. Well, at least his opinion about you did not change. However, the lack of peculiar reaction from him reassured you: Polly had not told him what happened to the tea party yet.

“Don’t mind him eh,” 

You did not.

“I should probably give you one hell of a strong drink if you fell from Eden… Miss?”

“Heaven Lavey.” You winked, enjoying his silly way of hitting on you as if it was the first time you met, “A glass of red wine would do the trick… And the barman’s heart.” Your teasing grin widened, unveiling perfect white teeth. Arthur let out a long exhale through his nostrils, enraptured by your whole being. From your smile to your bratty pout, you got him on his knees. Each time he would dive his eyes into yours, his heart would quicken in his chest and dopamine would rush through his veins — who would want to keep taking drugs after tasting you? Not even himself. He was already high enough by your presence in his life and God knew he never wanted to sober up from you.

“As you wish.” He leaned over the counter to lay a tender kiss on your forehead. The way his mustache gently tickled your skin made you chuckle. How sweet he was, not afraid to lavish you with sweetness even in front of other people. Then, he gathered all his strength to pull away from you and take care of your order — which was nearly impossible to do, for you were both attracted to each other like two powerful magnets. But still, he did and then poured the finest red wine the Garrison had in a glass before putting it in front of you. Then, he leaned a second time over the counter to bring his face close to yours again, “as for my heart,” he paused, his eyes abandoning yours to drop on your full lips he watched with utmost desire, “You already snatched it, angel.” 

“You’re incorrigible, Arthur Shelby.” You could not help but laugh when you noticed that, as you spoke, his focus was still fiercely anchored to your lips. The urge he had to devour them was almost palpable, electrifying the air around him. Yet, you resisted the need to kiss him, rather bringing your small hands to his neck to fix his bow tie with indescribable tenderness. The pair of eyes that were watching you since your arrival could not believe that you had managed to tame the brutal Arthur Shelby — how he behaved with you was so different from the way he was with the others it almost scared them, “I hope you like this little surprise.”

“You can’t imagine how much I do.” He purred, grabbing your hands and putting them on his cheeks. How he loved feeling your cold skin against his. You cupped his face, looking right into his fair eyes with a never-ending love, and he instantly melted. His eyelids half-closed, for you had brought peace to his scorching soul again, “Lemme clean a few things and we’ll go back home eh.”

“Take your time. Je t’attends mon amour — I’ll wait for you my love —“

“Yer comfy here?”

“Arthur,” Your eyes rolled, amused.

“Want a cushion to sit on? Want to wait in a quieter room?” 

“That’s okay.”

“Mmm’kay” 

You freed his face from your sweet grip, leaving him lingering for more. When he reopened his eyes he could not hold the little growl that escaped his lips for you had not kissed him. He blinked several times, trying to chase away the charm you had cast on him with your sole presence, and reluctantly left you. Stars still danced in front of his eyes because of your intoxicating beauty — so hypnotizing he struggled to come back to what he was doing before.

Waiting did not bother you. In fact, you preferred to wait for hours here, in the comforting warmth of the pub and its hullabaloo, rather than being left alone with your thoughts in the quietness of your house. Sipping on your red wine, you were minding your own business when a man sat next to you, his body collapsing on the stool as if walking had been quite a struggle for him. Which was probably the case considering he was drunk. Only a few people were still at the Garrison, the others went home stumbling or dragged away by a fellow friend. The suffocating smell of whiskey and sweat that was emanating from the newcomer made you wrinkled your nose.

“Hey doll, all alone by yourself? ”  The man said, bringing the whiskey glass to his chapped lips to gulp what was left in it. You glanced at him and simply nodded, not really wanting to do any kind of conversation, “Your glass is almost empty. Lemme buy you another one.” 

“I really appreciate it but that’s fine.” You answered with a polite smile — but even when doing the bare minimum your angelic traits never failed to captivate your audience. The man noticed your strong accent and saw the opportunity to carry on with the conversation.

“You come from France eh? I fought in France! Bloody hell, still got the mud of this country under my nails!” 

Maybe he talked a little bit too loud, or maybe Arthur’s senses were as sharp as a wolf’s, but the fact remains he immediately raised his eyes from what he was doing to watch over you. His steel blue iris shifted their attention from you only to cast their furious fire on the drunk man that was talking to you. His woman.

“You know, I always thought it was kind of sad that all the people here only link France with the war. This is a beautiful country.” You answered, taking another sip of red wine. Somehow, you allowed yourself to talk with the man. At least time would probably fly faster that way.

“If France’s as beautiful as ya, I’ll rush back to it by tomorrow, doll. The name’s Jim.”

You silently replied to him with a light smile, gently shaking your head at the fella’s attempt to compliment you.

You smiled at Jim — And Arthur broke the glass he was holding in his hand. It had been crushed by the pressure with which he had tightened his grip around it until it shattered into bits. Sharp pieces of glass had pierced Arthur’s flesh, blood dripping from his palm, but the tormenting anger that was building within him was so overwhelming he did not even feel the pain. As seconds passed, his face contorted with rage and his eyes darkened with jealousy.  You. Smiled. At. Him.

That was definitely not okay — the man did not deserve your blissful smile. 

Deafened by the sound of his own heart pounding in his tight chest, Arthur swallowed the lump that had formed in his throat in a vain attempt to keep control. To not let his anger issue show. The rational part of his mind was telling him to keep calm, for he knew you loved him and only him. You had told him plenty of times, after all. And he trusted you, really. But the other part, led by his insecurities and his mental instability, whispered foul insinuations to his ear.

Why would she stay with such a criminal like you? You’re sick. You’re old. You’re broken — and no one loves broken men. 

You’re stupid, far less clever and charming than Tommy. HE is a real man. 

You either scare or repel women. Linda told you. You don’t deserve Heaven. 

Useless. So useless… Broken. Crazy, you’re fucking crazy. She’ll see what you are. A monster. Monster. Monster. 

Arthur’s jaw clenched as his mind spiraled into a never-ending maze of whipping thoughts and insufferable feelings. Self-loathing was becoming too much to bear — so messy it had started to drown him. He felt his sanity slowly slipping through the cracks of his skull and the only thing he could to do make it stop was to break things. And by things he meant Jim. 

“Listen, Jim. I think you should go back home and rest. This is the whiskey talking.” You stated.

“Only if you come home with me, doll.” He ought to say, his grin widening. 

Breathless with rage, Arthur felt the heat pooling in his face. A few drops of sweat beaded on his forehead as he shook his wounded hand to clear his flesh from the shards of glass.

“You really should —“

“Come home with me and I’ll make you beg.” He cut off before you had time to turn his invitation down , bringing his hand on one of your thighs to strengthen his point.

Destructive anger flowed through his veins like lava,  exploding at the moment the man laid a finger upon you. Agile like a wild cat, Arthur jumped over the counter and rushed toward you, his shoulders tensed and his arms swinging as he walked.  Earth shook under his feet, opening the gates of Hell more and more at each of his steps. 

“AL-FUCKING-RIGHT THEN,” He blurted out, standing fiercely behind Jim. Arthur’s thundering voice almost made him jump — and it was enough for him to take his hand off your thigh and turned around to meet the Devil’s eyes. You froze on your stool, astounded by your man’s anger.

His face distorted with both fear and confusion at the sight of Arthur Shelby, green with jealousy and maddened with fury, “What the fookin hell did ya say, pal? WHAT THE FOOK DID YOU SAY TO ME WOMAN?” He roared, blue eyes shining with a threatening glow. At this point, Arthur was almost choking with rage. 

“Oh my God Arthur, I did not know she was your woman. I’m sorry! I really did not —“ Jim could not finish his sentence for Arthur had grabbed him by the neck and dragged him away from you in front of the few last clients' terrified looks.

“You TOUCHED her! You bloody touched her, ME ANGEL. ME HEAVEN. I can’t fucking believe it,” He spat, his words coated with bitter venom. Swirling in the chaotic vortex of his own fury, he did not hear the man’s bargains. And somehow, he did not care. There was nothing he could say to stop him anymore. Jim tried to utter another apology.

He had barely opened his mouth when Arthur’s fist crushed his nose with such a violent blow the sound of broken bones echoed through the Garrison. The man, almost knocked out by the uppercut, crashed on the wooden floor, a jet of blood gushing from his face, “Oi! Thought you fought in France. Come on, bastard! Fight me!” He snarled, teeth bared like a wild animal.

He’s going to kill him. That was what crossed your mind when you came back to your senses, overcoming the shock of seeing Arthur in such a frenzy state. You got up from your stool, “Arthur… Stop it please.” You called him, trying to be as soft as possible not to fan the flames of his anger. 

“I AM NOT GONNA STOP!” He barked, looking at you.

He looked at you 

and you saw the Hell in his eyes.

“Heard how he dared to talk to ye? Ah, you wanted to make me angel beg eh?” Arthur kneeled over the whimpering man, almost straddling his quivering body, to grab him by the collar of his coat, “Yeah that’s what you said right. But trust me, you sonofabitch, I’m the one who’ll make you beg!” He yelled, sending another powerful blast to the man’s face with his fists as sole weapons, adorned with thick silver rings. “BEG, YOU BASTARD!”

“P-please—“

Another disgusting sound of torn flesh and cracking skull filled the room. “By order —“ A third punch. Breaking teeth. Jim spat three of them at your feet. “Of the —“  Fourth. Fifth. His knuckles bruised and split under the strength of his blows but Arthur could not care less. All he wanted was to reduce Jim’s face to an unidentifiable slop of flesh.  “Peaky —“  Dislocated jaw hanging loosely. The horrible sight was accompanied by the cacophony of bloody gurgles. “Fookin — “ Jim had lost count of the punches that rained down on him. All he knew was that his body was giving up. At one point Arthur Shelby had stopped beating him, only to unstrapped the combat knife he kept in his holster, “BLINDERS!” 

“ARTHUR NO!!!”  Running to the scene and falling on your knees, you managed to grab his hands and keep him from stabbing the drunk man, “Don’t do that, please I need you. Please, please stop it.” 

Please.

Your voice, like a light piercing the thick veil of his darkness, snatched him from his murderous craze. Waking up by the smell of blood mixed with your sweet spring-like perfume, Arthur stopped in the midst of what he was doing and realized he was holding a knife above his head, ready to plunge it into a man’s chest. He took a look at you, noticing the shocked expression on your holy face, and all his anger disappeared into a void. His fingers loosened around the knife, which fell on the wooden floor with a metallic noise, “please Arthur, calm down… Call down, Mon amour.” You whispered, begging him with your eyes. Silence fell on the Garrison, as well as in his mind. The maddening voices had stopped and the buzzing hatred had vanished. Arthur left the unconscious man and collapsed in your arms, panting and shaking. Adrenaline made you shiver too, but you gently hugged his frame, one hand stroking his hair, “That’s okay… I’m here …”  You repeated just like a healing chant as a few men grabbed the severely injured victim and took him away from the pub.

“I’m … I’m sorry— Heaven, oh my god —“ Arthur stuttered, slowly realizing what he just did. He buried his face in your breasts, for comfort as well as to hide the blood that had splattered on him. He barely dared to hug your frail body for fear of breaking you.  Sometimes, he swore he had hell in his hands and he did not want to bring you down in the flames with him. 

“Shhhh… Breathe in. Breathe out. You can do it.”  You said with a soothing tone. With divine softness, you ran your fingers through his hair, not minding the blood he smeared on your clothes and bosom, “that’s okay, you’re a good boy..” But as you were trying to chase away your man’s demons, a far too familiar voice echoed in the room.

“What the fuck is this mess?!” Thomas Shelby exclaimed for he had just entered the Garrison, John by his side. His freezing blue eyes looked at you from above.  The king was here and he hated what he saw.

“John, bring Arthur home. Everyone OUT.” 

This was all it took to empty the Garrison from its remaining clients. When John gently put his hand on his older brother’s shoulder, Arthur’s embrace tightened around your tiny silhouette for he did not want to leave you.  “No,” he managed to beg between two heartbreaking sobs. His face still hidden, not daring to look at you for fear of seeing disgust and anger in your eyes, Arthur refused to let you go. Somehow, he was convinced you would not go back home — why would you after what you had just witnessed? “Don’t take me away from her!”  He said, a bit more fiercely, which resulted in John taking a few steps back and looking at you, silently begging you to help him. In the midst of the chaos, only you could bring him back to his senses. A brief sigh escaped from your lips before you gently forced Arthur to look at you.

“Listen, chéri. I need you to go back home and calm down. I’ll be very quick.” 

“No, no, you won’t come back.” 

“ I’ll do,” You wiped away his tears with your thumbs, accidentally smearing more blood on his face doing so, “and when I do, I’ll take care of you alright? I’ll keep you warm and loved.” Punctuating your sentence with affection, you slicked his hair back with a frail but oh-so-loving grin on your face. He finally accepted.

When he left alongside John, your smile vanished and you got up from the floor, legs still slightly shaking. Thomas was still standing in the middle of the pub, towering you with all his height, and looking at you with his cold eyes. His chilling stare followed your movements as you walked to the bar and poured yourself another glass of wine.

“I told you to keep a low profile,” He began. Thomas Shelby’s voice was dressed in an apparent quiet, but something in his tone was threatening — and even though he did not display any sign of emotion, you knew his blood was boiling.

“Oh come on Thomas, all I wanted was to make a surprise to Arthur.” You took a mouthful of wine — the much-needed alcohol calming your anxiety.

Thomas closed his eyes for a few seconds and pinched the bridge of his nose to stop his dawning headache, “ A surprise… I hope you like the result then,” He retorted, before shifting his eyes back to you,

“Listen, I know you don’t like me but — ” 

“He nearly killed someone for you. What the fuck are you doing to my brother, eh?” Tommy slightly tilted his head to the side, a spark of resentment lightening up his icy iris. You remained silent, still not believing Thomas was really blaming you for Arthur’s outburst. Of course, you had not reacted immediately, but the shock had petrified you for a few long minutes — but was it your fault if he had beaten the man? Certainly not. At this point, Tommy was just lashing out at you for all the issues his family was facing. It was far easier than admitting his own flaws and responsibility. Visibly infuriated by your silence,  Tommy walked to you and stopped only a few inches from you, trapping your body between the counter and his own strong frame. He was close — so close your breasts were almost pressed against his chest, “Look me in the eyes when I fucking talk to you, Heaven.” He spat your name with disgust, as if he had just bitten into an apple filled with maggots.

“Get my pretty name out of your mouth,” You looked dagger at him, anger rushing through your veins at such an unwanted proximity. Yet you did not flicker.

“You fucking white Devil,” He hissed through his teeth, his low voice still calm in spite of his blooming hatred, “Are you happy to spread chaos in our life? What do you want from us ey?” He leaned over you, bringing his face closer to yours. With his brows slightly furrowed, Tommy’s sky blue eyes were probing yours, trying to understand the mystery they hid behind their aquamarine wonders, ”What do you want from me?! After Arthur is this me you want to control??” He growled. Your heart raced in your chest — shivers ran down your spine, and goosebumps appeared on your porcelain skin, for his unpredictable behavior was starting to worry you.

“I don’t want anything from you Thomas Shelby. Whether you like it or not I’m being honest with your brother. You know Arthur’s emotional, you can’t blame me for that.  You take away his meds, turn him into a killer, and now you’re surprised he snaps?? How. Fucking. Unbelievable! Do you know what I think? Well, I think you need me to be your scapegoat . You need to blame me for your sins. For everyone’s sins.”

“Fucking burn in hell,” He spat again but could not find something to retort properly. It seemed like the skies gave you the gift of shutting Thomas Shelby's mouth. Instead, one of his hands grabbed you by the neck and forced your face to get closer to his. His breath fanned over your skin, as burning as a dragon’s fire.

“Be careful with the Rule of Three, Thomas. For each spell you cast always returns to you three times stronger.”  You whispered. Then you gathered all your remaining strength to push him away from you, his musky and peculiar perfume almost making your head spin.  Not wanting to stay here any longer — and also longing for a hot shower to wash away the blood from your skin —, you headed to the Garrison’s door. Obviously, Tommy’s eyes followed you but he did not say anything, muted by his resentment. Admittedly, he was torn between the urge to bounce on you and the desire to see you leave. You were about to disappear, the cold breeze of the night jumping at your face and rushing into the pub as you opened the wooden door. But your instincts kicked in. After a few seconds of hesitation, you finally decided to warn little king Shelby.

“By the way..." You looked at Thomas from above your shoulder.

"You should keep an eye on Charles. You really should.” 

He froze. Confused and infuriated.

You left. Hurt and bitter.

When you came back home, you crossed your reflection in the corridor’s mirror.  Your body refused to work anymore and forced you to stop in front of it. Facing your own person was something you hated. With trembling fingers, you brushed the blood stain Arthur had left on one of your cheeks.

Mom! Mom, no!!

I’ll fucking kill you all!!

You clenched your jaw at the memory it triggered, but still, you kept looking at your tainted ivory skin as if you were slowly learning to come to terms with what you did and what you were. Your fingers trailed down your throat until they grazed the top of your bosom, where the blood had accumulated the most. Another painful memory assaulted your mind, replaying the aching, almost inhuman screams of your little sister when her flesh had been eaten alive by the hungry tongues of the pyre’s flames.

Only God knew how you managed to keep your mind from spiraling into the darkest pits of your trauma, but you did — maybe that was because Arthur needed you. That protective instinct was stronger than your own pain. That was why you tricked your body into moving away from the mirror and went upstairs to take a hot shower before joining your man in bed. John had probably managed to convince him to sleep. Or his body had collapsed on the mattress, exhausted by the energy poured in his latest outburst.

As the running water of the shower was filling the bathroom with its regular and soothing noise, you slowly let your white dress slip along your body until it fell on the floor, as well as your lace panties. You stepped over the pile of clothes and, without waiting any longer, you hopped under the shower and welcomed its warm water with utter joy. A sigh of relief escaped from your lips as you tilted your head back, water hugging your body and raining down on your long white mane that cascaded down your lower back. You almost managed to empty your mind when, suddenly, one gentle calloused hand brushed your hip. Jumping in surprise, you turn around and saw that Arthur had joined you under the shower. His hands, arms, and face were still splattered with half-dried blood he had not cleaned. To be true, he had been too busy curling up on the bedroom floor, panicking about at the idea of you leaving him after what you had witnessed.

“You’re here…” His gravel voice said, water falling on his naked body whose millions of freckles drew magnificent constellations on his skin.

“Told you I’d come back.”  

He smiled, softly. His steel blue had stopped avoiding you and was now firmly anchored in yours.

 He took a step toward you.

You stepped back in response until your bare body met the cold shower wall.

Your pulse quickened, fascinated by the way Arthur looked. He had something in his eyes — a mix of limerence and pure madness who, combined with the crimson stains on his face, made your legs weak. His breath was slow but yours soon became erratic, even though he had barely touched you yet. 

“You ain’t scared, love? Please, tell me you ain’t scared of your Arthur…” He said, his lower lip trembling as his body perfectly interlocked with yours. A small growl escaped from his throat at the intoxicating sensation of yours curves pressed against his skin. But despite his inextinguible desire, he still looked at you with hesitation and genuine guilt — his puppy eyes would surely break anyone’s heart.

“No, I’m not scared,” You replied, not shifting your gaze from him. The corner of your juicy and honey lips stretched in a small grin, “You…” You paused, bringing one hand to his stained cheek, “you look pretty with blood all over your face.”  

Arthur’s eyes lightened with both surprise and ravaging desire, for you had witnessed the beast’s violence but still thought he was attractive. A twisted wave of arousal shook you to the core when he bared his teeth in a vaguely dangerous but oh-so-seductive smirk.

“Oh bloody hell, angel…” Not finishing his sentence, his lips captured yours in a fury kiss for he could not wait any longer. The need to possess you, to feel you, was too devastatingly strong to resist. At first, his lustful kiss surprised you, and even though you burnt for him l, a part of you felt it was wrong to feel this kind of twisted attraction. Last thing Arthur needed was someone encouraging his violence — but your brain soon shut down at the thought he did it for you. Only you. Your arms locked up around his neck to deepen the waltz of your tongues, sending fireworks in your loins. It was far than enough to turn Arthur on who, all of sudden, lifted you from the ground as if you weighted nothing.

You instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist, already suffocating with the hungry way he devoured your mouth and the shower’s steam accumulating around you.

As water rained down on your two intertwined bodies, it washed away the blood from your skins. The tainted liquid disappeared down the drain, leaving pale red stains on the bathtub's immaculate marble. 

You kissed him harder. Rougher. Until his flesh dived into yours in an explosion of pleasure and shooting stars.

For you had seen the Hell in his eyes, and loved it anyway. 

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Each chapter of this series can be read as stand-alones but I advise you to read everything if you want a better understanding of details.

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[volfoss]

its funny what i end up learning about depending on what media ive been consuming. i have learned a LOT about military structure from volfoss bc well. its an important part of the latter half of the game

[sweet1delusi0ns]

Naruto boys calling you ma’am ──☆*:・ﾟ

!Slightly suggestive!

Characters: Naruto🦊,sasuke🗡️,Itachi🥀, kakashi🍃, kiba🐺, shikamaru🀄️,shino🪲,neji🎋,Lee🥋,choji🍥,gaara⏳,kankuro🪆

Naruto🦊-*

He’s sassy so ofc he’s gunna piss you off by calling you “ma’am” making you feel old. Normally when you scold him over stupid things he refers to you as that-

“Did you think about how dangerous that is?!” “No ma’am!” “use your little head before doing something dumb!” “Yes ma’am!” “ok stop with the ma’am I feel like a teacher scolding a bad student” “what you gunna smack me with a ruler?” Rolls eyes “I will if you don’t keep quiet!” “Whatever you say! Ma’am~” “I’ll be back with the ruler.” “WHAT?!”

Sasuke🗡️-*

He uses it nonchalantly or when he’s being goofy. Like everytime he leaves home you always say “be safe baby” and he always responds with “yes ma’am.” In a serious tone. He knows you worry that one day he may not come back so he must reassure you!

“Be safe Sasuke. I expect you home by 10!” “Yes ma’am, i will I promise. I must go now! I’ll see you at dinner darling” you whisper “it’s cute when you call me that” right before he closes the door (he heard it anyways)

Itachi🥀-*

He is such a good boyfriend honestly. He’s the kind of guy to do little tasks for you when you ask. So normally when your to lazy all you gotta do is ask him to do it instead!

“Tachi, can you please get me some more water?” “Yes ma’am!!!” Very rare times you ask him to do something without him responding with a “yes ma’am~”

Kakashi🍃-*

His mouth gets himself in trouble, sometimes he says things that could be viewed a different way without realizing it. For example he once said you remind him of a frog. I don’t know how it’s a compliment but he meant it as one…which obviously you didn’t know

“ARE YOU CALLING ME AN UGLY FROG KASHI?!” “N-no ma’am! That’s not what I mea-” “NO I KNOW WHAT YOU MEANNNN! YOU THINK IM SLIMEY TOAD” you start smiling once you realize how silly this really is “no I swear I meant it in a nice way!!!” “WELL-…did you call me ma’am?” “Uhm…depends do you not like it” you chuckle “no I don’t mind, it’s cute.” He lets out a sigh of relief “well I guess I’ll call you that more often?~”

Kiba🐺-*

Like kakashi his mouth gets him in trouble, exept Kiba does it on purpose to try and get a rise out of you he likes it when your rough ofc that means he just teases as much as possible, but then he tries acting all innocent

He’s on his knees directly infront of your legs waiting for you to look at him “I know what your doing Kiba. It’s not gunna work” he flashes the puppy eyes “well I’m not doing anything y/n🥺” “so your serious not trying to get a rise out of me?” “Noooo ma’am” you grab his face with your hand rather aggressively“is this want you want puppy?” A very quiet “Yes” could be heard from him

Shikamaru🀄️-*

He only calls you ma’am when you nag him about doing chores or helping you cook, he knows he can’t say no but “maam” is his only way of back talk

“Hey Shika be a dear and take out the trash” “ahhh yes anything for you ma’am.” He responded in the most sarcastic voice he could make “watch that tone babe!” “Yeah yeah whatever, such a pain” “I’ll show you pain.” A water bottle was soon thrown directly at his head LOL

Shino🪲-*

Call me weird but I feel like if he was going to call you something like that he would call you mistress instead but that’s for another time! When he does call you ma’am it’s mostly because he admires your leadership. You guys would be testing battle strategy and when you command him into a certain position you could here his cheerful “yes ma’am” while he runs into position

Neji🎋-*

He only uses it to get out of trouble actually. When he does something he isn’t supposed to he tries lying abt what he did

“Neji. Were you in my drawers?” “What!!! No ma’am that is absurd I would never dig through your shirt drawer!” You look at him with a blank stare “I never said it was my shirt drawer. Time to fess up pretty.” He sighs loudly. “Fine yes. But only because I missed your scent!!!” “Awwwww…kinda creepy but cute!!”

Lee🥋-*

Your like his own personal Inspirator. You give him pep talk like every single day and being the energy ball he is he is so hyped to hear about it

“Are you gunna train hard today?” “Yes ma’am!” “And you going to be proud of yourself no matter what?!” “Yes ma’am!!!!!” “Are you not gunna over work yourself for me?” “YES MA’AM!!!!”

Choji🍥-*

Again he takes your authority very seriously! So ma’am is fitting when your taking charge of every day things. Even if your not trying to be all serious he will always respect your power but he also looks to you for guidance

“Hey handsome you said you needed me?” “Yes y/n-chan. I figured you could help me with this?” You sigh “the only way I’ll be of help is if you do what I tell you too, can you…do that?” “Yes ma’am! I’m a very good listener!” You giggle “cute now let’s get started”

Gaara⏳-*

He has mommy issues and your strong and independent ofc he’s gunna call you names like that and ask for you to take care of him?! You love babying him anyways but it’s always so cute when he’s had a rough day mentally wise and the first thing he does is go to you

“Y/n, may we please have some alone time…” he asked shyly “of course rose, bad mental day?” You open your arms to him “yes ma’am. It was hard today.” He comments before hopping in your arms waiting for you to make everything better

Kankuro🪆-*

He calls you ma’am when your all mad at him for being bratty “but I was just checking out your new pants!” “You expect me to believe that you were just looking at my pants and not my ass?” “Yes ma’am” kinda like Kiba he wants you to be rough with him ok. He’s just trying to tease so you do something about it which you don’t because your strong, and it’s funner to just calling him a brat and watching him squirm at the insults



[syoounn]

•Their reaction confessing to them (both of you are already married)

•Characters: Chuuya, Dazai, Fyodor

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Chuuya

As you said to him that you'll say something serious.. his eyebrows furrowing in slight concern at your seriousness. He looked at you, waiting intently as he studied your face.

“… and what is it, Doll?”

"I think im in love with you.." you said, trying to be more serious and trying not to smile.

Chuuya blinked at your words, his mind taking a few moments to process your meaning since it didn’t seem like a serious situation at first. Once he realized you were joking, his face softened into an amused smirk.

“I’d hope so, Doll. We are married after all.” He replied, poking your side.

Chuuya chuckled at your fake pout, finding your silliness utterly endearing. He shifted slightly, so he was hovering over you, his forearms placed on either side of your head.

“And here I thought you were telling me something serious for a moment.”

"I was really serious!" you protested.

“Oh really?” Chuuya pulled away to look you in the eye, his smirk still present on his face. He raised an amused eyebrow at you.

“So you’re telling me you’ve just realized you love me? After goddamn years of us being together?”

He then chuckled again at the absurdity of the situation and poked your side.

“I hope you aren’t just trying to get my attention, because I can give you attention in another way.” He murmured, his smirk turning into a grin as his hand moved to rest on your hip.

With that, he finally gave the attention you wanted that night.

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Dazai

You've said those words, making him clearly amused by your comment.

Bella, you think?” He replied, his voice taking on a slightly sarcastic tone. He knew you were likely just being cute, but his curiosity was piqued nonetheless as you nodded.

“So, let me get this straight..” Dazai said, his tone still playful as he leaned in closer to you, his breath brushing against your ear.

“You think you’re in love with me..?” He repeated slowly, his smirk growing wider as he waited for your response.

“And here I thought you’d know how you felt about me..” Dazai teased, his playful eyes studying your expression.

“After all… we’ve been together for so long..” He murmured, his voice dropping an octave lower.

He leaned in even closer, his lips brushing against your ear, his breath hot against your skin.

“But for some reason… you only think you’re in love with me..?”

“I’m wounded..” He murmured, his smirk turning into a playful pout. Feigns heartbreak dramatically, placing a hand over his heart and letting out a melodramatic sigh.

You felt bad.. as you cuddled him, giving him some affection. Dazai chuckled at your sudden change of tone, letting out a soft sigh when you cuddled into him. He wrapped his arms around you securely, pulling you closer to his body. He smiled slightly as he felt your warmth against him.

“That’s more like it.” He murmured, a hint of satisfaction in his voice. He kissed the top of your head affectionately, his hand slowly rubbing gentle circles on your back.

You continue to pamper him for more affection, not aware he literally manipulated you for doing that. A victorious smirk can be seen on his face as you spoil him.

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Fyodor

As you confessed to him, Fyodor quirked an eyebrow, a glint in his indigo eyes. He slowly approached you in a few, long strides, closing the distance between you. He loomed over you, towering over your much smaller frame. His dark hair fell over his face, partly obscuring his gaze.

"Now, now, dear, don't act like a foolish schoolgirl with a childish crush."

He gently pushed you up against a wall, trapping you with his body, pinning you in place. He leaned down so he could whisper in your ear. "You are a respectable woman, a devoted wife. Act as such, please."

You nodded nervously.

Good girl. He murmured before gently biting your earlobe. Fyodor's hand moved from your hip to your lower back, pulling you flush against him. His body completely towered over you, and he let out a quiet huff of amusement when he felt you shiver against him.

I guess no more playing silly at your husband.

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I'll make more characters, i promise. (｡≧Д≦｡)

[chrissdollie]

movie night (jess mariano x gilmore reader) ♡.｡.:*

a/n: just letting you know before you read, i wrote this at like 10:30, i was super tired and i did not proofread 😭 i’m just trying to get this out tbh. also this is kinda just bc i may not be able to get out chapters 5 and 6 for iwmflyb this week. ik it’s not billy but maybe i’ll do something for him tmr wc: 1.4k

“rory! where’s my white sweater?” you yelled to your sister. you walked out of your room and ran downstairs to her room. “can i give it to you tomorrow?” she asked with puppy dog eyes, pouting. you folded your arms in her doorway. “why tomorrow?” you raised an eyebrow. “dean’s coming over tonight.” rory told you , getting up from her bed. “hm, okay. as soon as prince charming leaves, i’m stealing it back!” you sassed. rory stuck out her tongue at you in which you did right back.

then a knock was heard at the door. mom forgot to get luke to fix the doorbell, so everyone had to knock for now. “coming!” you yelled. you ran out of rory’s room to the door. you opened the door to reveal a slightly messy jess. “oh, hey.” you greeted. this was very random. “oh, hey back.” he teased. he welcomed himself into your home and walked to the kitchen. “wait why are you here?” you followed.

he took off his jacket and put it on the back of a chair. “i thought we were hanging out today?” he stated, confused. “no, you’re coming over tomorrow, silly.” you walked over to the fridge and took out a chocolate pudding. “dessert before dinner? naughty, naughty.” jess joked. “shh.” 

“your mom won’t mind right?” he questioned slightly nervously. 

“mind what?” you replied with a mouthful of pudding. rory came out of her room in a rush but stopped in her tracks seeing jess. “um. what’s he doing here?” rory folded her arms and tapped her foot. “hello to you too. i’m great, thanks. how are you?” jess spoke sarcastically. “you guys are bad hosts.”

you ignored jess and turned to rory. “jess forgot that he was coming over tomorrow instead of today, ror.” you explained. “you mind of we change it to today?” he wiggled his eyebrows. “no! dean is coming over today and i don’t want you to ruin it.” rory whined. “how would i ruin it?” he responded highly offended. “yeah, please tell us.” you quipped.

“by being… jess!” 

“now that’s a great answer if i’ve ever heard one.” you giggled. “i mean it though, dean doesn’t like him, he doesn’t like dean. you see the pattern?” she tried to convince you. “oh hush, you.” you silenced her, turning to face jess. “sure, you can stay. as long as you bring us the goods from Luke’s.” you ordered, standing taller. “i’ll go get them right now.” he winked.

rory rolled her eyes as soon as he left. you put your spoon in the sink. “why are you being so mean today? you’re friends with him!”

“okay, i’m sorry, but dean really doesn’t like him. i just don’t want him to ruin anything between us.” she confessed. “MOMMY! RORY’S HAVING BOY PROBLEMS!” you yelled very loudly. “shut up!” rory grinned, laughing. “NO IM NOT!” she yelled back upstairs.

the thudding of lorelai’s loud boots was heard as she ran into the living room. “spill it, sister.” she sat down excitedly. rory turned back to you. “he’s bringing Luke’s! i think it’s a pretty fair deal. and it’ll be like a double date!” you reasoned. “oooohhh. a double date!” lorelai’s eyes shone brightly like a cartoon character. “well fine, but what am i supposed to tell him? ‘oh, hi dean! do you mind if your least favorite person on earth joins us for our very romantic date tonight? thanks!’” she overdramatically acted out. 

“ooh, ooh, i’ll be dean!” lorelai turned her chair. she furrowed her brows and her voice changed to a deep tone. “oh no way, rory, i repeat, NO. WAY.” you giggled at your mother’s impression. 

“he doesn’t sound like that!” she tried to hide it, but rory couldn’t help grinning. “just don’t tell him.” you simply put. you nodded while rory scoffed. “whatever you say.” she walked back into her room. lorelai looked at you.

“she seems excited.”

the first knock of the night was heard at 7pm. “knock knock!” rory went running to the door hoping it was dean first. but she was disappointed as it was jess instead with a box. “food!” rory cheered, grabbing the box from him. “thanks.”

jess closed the door and stepped inside. you were spread on the couch with a soft blanket on top of you. he walked over to where you were and bent over to kiss your head. “someone looks cozy.” 

“i am.” you grinned. “what are we watching tonight?” he asked sitting on your feet. “Donna Reed!” rory yelled from the kitchen. jess rolled his eyes smiling. “that’s not a movie. this is supposed to be a movie night.”

“whatever. she still deserves to be seen.” you sat up and leaned onto jess’ shoulder. “dean says he’s gonna be here in five minutes.” rory announced walking into the living room with a bowl of popcorn. “ooh, ooh!! you should hide and scare him.” you giggled mischievously. 

“no, that’s a terrible idea. that’ll make it even worse for him.” rory sympathized. she wasn’t wrong, dean would probably get super mad. “fine.” you shrugged. it’s alright, there will always be next time!

the second knock of the night was heard a few minutes later to which rory got up to answer the door. “hi, dean.” she leaned up to kiss him. he walked in and gave her the tub of ice cream. “what flavor did you get?” you asked him, shouting. 

he chuckled and walked into the living room. “hey-“ he stopped dead in his tracks when he saw jess’ face staring back at him. he turned to rory. “wh- is this some kind of joke?” you could see the anger starting to rise.

“y/n wanted him over tonight. he said he’s going to behave.” rory soothed, handing you the ice cream and sitting down on the couch. his mouth formed a straight line when jess gave his little wave. 

dean walked over and sat next to rory with his arms crossed. you gasped. “neapolitan!” you cheered. jess grabbed a spoon from the table and dug in with you. “what are we gonna watch?” dean questioned, taking some popcorn. “donna reed.” you and rory answered simultaneously.

“what’s that?” he manspread on the couch. “i’m sorry, what? you’ve never seen it?” you exaggerated, putting a hand to your heart making jess grin. “that’s a sin.” rory gasped. “that’s a cruel statement.” you quipped.

“so it’s like a show?” he asked, smiling softly. he was slightly nervous with jess being here. part of him didn’t know how to act. “it’s more than a show. it’s a lifestyle!” rory boasted and turned to you. “it’s a religion.” you pointed with your spoon and a mouthful of ice cream. rory nodded with you.

“oh jeez, can you put it on already? i’m dying over here.” jess groaned dramatically. you stuck your tongue out at him and pressed play.

“bye dean!” you waved goodbye after watching a few episodes of the great donna reed. rory was quite upset, though. jess fell asleep on the couch while you guys were watching so you decided to leave him there for a few minutes to talk to rory privately. “how could he like that kind of stuff?” she whispered. “i think he just meant that the idea of a wife cooking for her husband is nice.” you reasoned.

“but i don’t think he understands the time period. what it was like for women at this time, you know?” she continued whispering. you nodded your head in understanding. you think she was being a little extra, but you kept that to yourself. “i’m tired i’m going to sleep.” rory kissed your cheek and walked to her room. “nighty night!” you whisper yelled.

you crawled onto jess and he shifted over slightly. “jess,” you shook him slightly. “wake up for a sec, babe.” you needed to quickly make sure he was allowed to sleepover without luke going into a frenzy before you could sleep comfortably.

you could hear him awakening from his slumber. “yeah, what’s up? you okay?” he sat up quickly. “i’m alright, are you able to sleepover?” you asked, rubbing his arm. he nodded and laid back down, bringing you with him. he stroked your hair as you covered yourself with the blanket. “goodnight!” you kissed his neck before snuggling into him. “goodnight y/n.” 

you sat up all of a sudden. “my sweater!” you whisper-yelled out. “huh??” jess hummed. “i need to get my sweater back from rory!” you got up and ran down the hall to her room, slamming her door open. jess chuckled to himself. “I WANT MY SWEATER BACK!”

[elliezlils11utt]

jinx x f reader!

summary: jinx teaches you how to make bombs !!

content: sfw!Jinx being insane ! Fluff fluff fluff !! reader calms jinx down when she sees Milo, bomb descriptions.

wc: 515.

a/n: I’ve never written for jinx or anyone in the arcane fandom so if this is shit I’ll take it down! probably won’t get any attraction bc im genuinely insane and love jinx. if u like this PLEASE send me arcane asks for vi and jinx😓

music reverbed off the wall of the hollow room the two of you occupied. the silly girl in front of you dancing to the beat lazily. a goofy smile spread across her face. you watch her work away at the new toy she was creating. her goggles looked so cute of her head as she shook her butt to the tune of the song blaring in the background. you giggle, watching your girlfriend in her element was so fun. she looked so focused as sparks fly in front of her.

‘whatca doin baby?’

you ask, wrapping your arms around jinx. you kiss her cheek.she flips up her goggles and spins to look at you, her eyes explore your face. rapid eye movements to catch every aspect of your features.

‘workin on a new toy.’ she deadpans her expression flipping back to her work desk. she flings the bomb into her hands, holding it by the smallest part of the machine. she shoves it into your face. her teeth capturing her bottom lip into a grin.

“here, look.”

she grabs your arm and pulls you down to her level. you crouch down next to her. she rips her goggles off her face and gently places them onto yours. she kisses the goggle lense.

‘alright cutie, blue to red.’ she says quickly, pointing at two wires.

‘Hm?’

‘put the red wire to the blue one dumbass’ she laughs sarcastically, throwing her head back.

you do as she says connecting the two wires. jinx stands up and grabs you from behind, sitting you down in her chair. her body leans over yours, she takes your hands in her own and works with the trinket. guiding your hands where to go. she hums to the tune of the music.

‘anndddd, volia !! she’s done’ she holds up the toy handing it to you with a proud smile. her face looses all expression for a second.

‘no she’s not, shut up!’ she shouts out to no one. her gun jumps into her hand and points it to the corner of the room.

‘Milo again? it’s okay baby.’

you calm her down. you always feel bad when she gets upset. The figment of her past tormenting her. the death of her sibling haunting her, following her.

her mood changes again, in an instant. she giggles, grabbing the bomb the two of you had just created. she looks at you, a mischievous look plastered onto her face. she sticks her tongue out slightly before throwing the weapon into the void beneath the two of you. quickly you jump up at the loud noise of the explosion under your feet. your girlfriend giggles, grabbing your hands she pulls you to your feet.

the bomb created a tint of pink light over the room. pink powder flying all over the place. she spins you around giggling. you watch her in awe, your insane girlfriend is so perfect to you. her craziness making her unique and fun to be around. you smile and join her. dancing around the room in the haze of the bomb

A/n: If this flops I’ll know not to post arcane again🤗

[le-92vi]

It's You and Me (Part 1)

Geto Suguru x Reader

Genres/Warnings: nothing really, reader is Suguru's junior. fem!reader, academic weapon!reader (bc i'm not^^) hs!geto. Mostly fluff and banter. Not proofread.

Word Count: 1.5k

Notes: hello again! I'm still unsure if i should make a whole series out of this or just drabbles, or maybe... nothing more, even though i kinda have a story line in mind. Please let me know if you liked this one and would like more parts to this fic. im also sorry for not making regular updates. (Reviews, critics anything<3) I hope you like and enjoy this one!!<33

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"Yeah, Mom, I'm getting off from school. Just text me whatever you need." You end the call with your mother.

Maki, who stood a couple of lockers away from you and happened to be listening to the conversation, cocked her eyebrow at you. "More housewarming parties?"

You chuckled at how well she knew your mom as you gathered your belongings from your locker and shoved them in your backpack. "I guess. She loves being a good host. Would you mind a little detour to the market?"

"Not at all." She closes your locker for you. "We can get the décor stuff for the presentation too."

"Nice!"

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"Mom," you called out as you and Maki hauled all the groceries to the kitchen counters. 

"In here," she called out from the living room. 

"Maybe the guests are over already," Maki shrugged.

"But we just got here with the food? Aren't they supposed to be here for dinner?" You asked sheepishly. 

Maki gave you a sarcastic upturned smile. "How am I supposed to know that?"

"You're back! And Maki's here too!" Your mom appeared from the hallways, greeting Maki with a hug the first thing.

It didn't even faze you at this point just how smitten your mom had become with her. And it was endearing too, not that you'd ever admit it out loud. 

You clear your throat to get your mom's attention, "Excuse me, you two..." only to earn laughs from both of them. 

"You're such a silly girl." She took the other bag from your hand, plopping it on the counter. "Anyways, you should go greet our new neighbors. You too, Maki. They have a son around you guys' age. Take him upstairs with you. Poor kid's bored out of his mind sitting there." 

Immediately, Maki's eyes met with yours as you shrugged.

"Go on, now."  Your mom motioned towards the door as the two of you made a beeline outside. 

"New neighbor, huh? Finally, some action in your life, Miss Prude." Maki nudged you, fake-wiping a tear from her eye. "Guess you won't need me around anymore."

"God, Maki! You're so overdramatic," was all you could manage to say, as all your words died in your mouth.

THIS HAD TO BE SOME SICK JOKE.

Suguru Geto. The smartest and most popular guy in your senior school. The Suguru Geto was hunched over the love seat in your living room, visibly bored out of his mind.

You decided that it was for the best for you to ignore his presence in the room for the time being and greet his parents first. You bowed in greeting as you wished them, and so did Maki. That seemed to have grabbed Suguru's attention: "Hey, I've seen you guys in school. I think..." His voice trailed out as he tried to remember where he'd seen you from.

His eyes fixed on both you and Maki, hoping that your presence would gratify his curiosity.

Maki did, as you mentally facepalmed yourself for going blank. Briefly introducing the both of you, she elbowed you in the side to join in on the conversation. But you didn't know what to say, especially to him.

"I have a lot of books. Do you want to check them out?" you blurted. He liked to read, right? You've seen him practically living in the school library. You were supposed to hang out with him after all, right?

"Sure," he says, seeing it as his only chance to escape from the room of boring adult talks, as he follows you and Maki to your room. It was almost as if your body had gone into auto-pilot mode; you were moving without having to think—or rather, your brain was clouded with Suguru's presence, and you couldn't think.

All of it felt wrong. He wasn't supposed to be in your home, let alone your room. And, even though Maki was there too, it didn't help the blaring alarms going off in your brain.

"This is it," your hand gestured at the book shelf filled with books, top to bottom. 

Suguru let out a small chuckle. "I think we have very different ideas of 'a lot of books'." He plopped down on your study chair, while Maki snickered and made herself comfortable on your bed. 

"What do you mean?" You sat beside Maki, turning your head from her to Suguru, trying to find out the object of their amusement. "What is it?" You looked at her sheepishly. 

Maki turns your head towards her, squishing your face in her palms with a look of jest and something motherly. "He likes reading novels, not text books, honey."

"Oh!" you exclaimed, feeling very stupid. How were you supposed to know that he liked fiction? It's not like you ever crept up on him to get a peek at his paperback. "I'm sure I can find some novels for you too! You could've just said so." You sprung up from your place and walked towards your book shelf to find one. You were determined to find a book for him now.

"What genre do you like?" You said, knowing full well you might not even have something close to it.

"Nevermind. I don't feel like reading in the first place; I just wanted to get away from the parents. No  offense." He swung around in your chair. "What else have you got?" 

And something in your brain shifted. He looked so comfortable in your house. It was astonishing. Truly. While you racked your brain trying to adjust to his presence, he looked like he had always belonged there, swinging so freely in your chair. As if you had known each other for a very long time.

For a moment, you forgot about Maki's presence, drowning in his beauty. His eyes, lips. his hair, falling perfectly into place. His voice. It was like he was hand-sculpted with so much care. Until you were brought back to your reality by an elbow to your side. "You should give that a rest unless you want to puncture a hole in me," you pouted at her, rubbing your side to ease the pain.

She, in turn, snickered at you, "What are you so lost in thought about?"

Suguru Geto!

Wasn't it obvious? But, you were kinda thankful that neither of them noticed. "Dinner should be ready by now, right? I'm starving!" You exclaimed, trying to change the topic as fast as you could, dragging Maki by her hand and cocking your head at Suguru, "Let's go."

"You can't just ignore my question like that, you-" her words were cut short by your hand on her ringing phone, "Someone's calling," You swung it near her face in haste.

"Just you and your luck." She whispered to you and gave you her signature scowl before answering her phone.

"I'm so hungry I could eat a horse!" You tried making small talk while Maki was busy on the phone, trying your best to not have Suguru notice your tiny, little crush on him. That had to be why you had been acting so strange since you got home, completely zoned out and clueless.

"Bad news, I gotta go" She stuffed her phone back in her jeans.

"No! Why?" You frowned. "Dinner's just ready."

"I know, but I think it's urgent." She rushed back upstairs to grab her bag. "I'll have to call a rain check on the project today, sorry."

"Don't worry about the project. Is everything okay?" You call after her, but she'd already disappeared out of your sight, "I'll ask Mom to pack her some food."

You rush to your mom to explain everything to her, while she packs Maki's portion of the dinner for her. "It's going to get cold by the time she'll eat it" She sighed.

"Go safely!" You hand Maki her dinner, seeing her off like a military wife. "I wish you could stay longer."

"Who's being dramatic now, huh?" She shook her head with laughter at your antics.

You were just glad you could make her laugh. "I'll call you later!" You called after her as you watched her leave, to which she turned around to wave at you.

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Soon enough dinner was over too and the guests were beginning to leave.

You were now much more comfortable in Suguru's presence. More than you'd like to admit. And, you didn't completely hate the thought of it. He could be a good guy, after all.

You wondered how the rest of your school year would be, now that you'd practically befriended the School's ace, the most sought after guy, as you and your family walked the Geto's to the driveway.

While the parents bid good nights to each other, Suguru quietly popped up beside you, "I'm looking forward to seeing you more often, neighbor." Before running ahead to catch up with his parents, turning back slightly to get a final glimpse of you.

It's going to be a long year.

Tags: @mandysfanfics

[megatruxfr]

Bam and Prank go on a night run (Batwheels fanfic)

GUYS its almost midnight over here in Holland and i said im hoing to bed early tonight cuz i have a test for German tomorrow but i really wanna write fanfictions about Batwheels, like my urge to do it has taken over so here i am, but its late and i need to sleep but i dont want to sleep but its late and i need to sleep-

Anyway, this is just a bored fanfic, it doesnt contain any smut or explicit content, because these are cars AND underage, its just "i promise we are friends" stuff. So here ya go :)

Fanfic: Bam and Prank go on a night race (DONT TAKE IT SERIOUSLY PLEASE)

Bam felt shivers running trough his body hearing Prank laugh in the distance. It was late at night and he had sneaked out of the batcave to meet up with Prank at the Gotham Pier, like they promised. It was weird, because Bam had noticed Prank was becoming nicer to him, it seemed. The more missions went by, the more the fighting between him and Prank became a rivalry. At least, thats what he thought, maybe Prank insisted on this whole thing because he wanted to mock Bam for being a "scaredy bat" or something else silly. Or maybe he was just being nice. You never really knew for sure with Prank.

"HEY THERE BAT BRO!!" a loud, hyper voice knocked Bam out of his thoughts, startling him. "There you are! I knew you would come!" The Joker Van shot out of his hiding spot, laughing like a maniac, driving a circle around Bam and braking right in front of him. "Sorry, did i scare you? Still a scaredy bat?" He grinned.

Bam sighed. "Prank, why did you bring me here?"

"I wanna race you!" Prank giggled. He then reared and closed in on Bam.

"Its almost midnight!" Bam said, driving backwards. "People are sleeping! We can't just drive around in the city like idiots, we are way too loud, we'll wake everybody up!"

"Pff, youre no fun, bat boy," Prank said while rolling his eyes. "Stop being goody two tires for once, Bam. Its Saturday, tomorrow you can sleep all you want."

"How do i know that?" Bam asked.

"Because every dumbo knows what a weekend is," Prank replied.

"No, i mean, how do i know you and the rest of the zoomers won't be causing some kind of mayhem tomorrow, like you always do?" Bam said, closing in on Prank.

Prank wasnt intimidated. Instead he just grinned. "Because tomorrow, i will be sleeping like a bear, because i will stay up all night!" He then took a sharp turn and drove around while laughing.

"You know how bad that is for you, right?" Bam tried, realizing how "goody two tires" he was sounding. It embarrased him. "Oh, what am i saying..?"

Prank broke and gave Bam an unimpressed look. "Stop saying stuff like that, your killing my vibe, bro."

Bam swallowed.

"You know what you need?" Prank drove up to Bam. "A weekend race."

"Trough the city?"

"No, on Saturn," Prank said sarcastically. "Of course trough the city. More ground, more fun!" Prank took some distance, giving Bam more space. "So, you down?"

Bam thought for a minute. He knew the others weren't gonna be happy. MOE would ask him why he wasnt fully charged, before he knew Batman might need him... Bam shook his head. He just had to get home on time. "Yeah. Yes, i'm doing it!"

A smile appeared on Pranks face. "Yes! Finally! Lets go, Bamster!" He suddenly went full gas and drove into the city. Bam followed him.

"WEEEEEEEEE!!!" Prank cheered, knocking over a traffic cone. "HAHAHAHAHA!!"

"Youre having the time of your life, arent you?" Bam said while trying his best to keep up with Prank.

"I love night drives!" Prank yelled enthousiastically. "I can knock over every traffic cone and roadway sign, throw bricks at traffic lights, jump into fountains and start the junk fights i never have in the Scrap Yard!"

"Whats a junk fight?" Bam asked.

"Basically you play in a place with like containers and those little buildings with signs that always tell you you will die if you touch it, and you throw junk at each other," Prank explained while they took a turn. "Everyone wears a red little lamp, and when that lamp gets knocked off of you by a peace of junk, youre out. The last one driving wins." Prank giggled. "Its really fun, Bam! Especially when you play it without lamps and its just slap happy madness until everyone is tired and covered in junk."

"Does it have rules?" Bam asked, expecting a hyper "NOPE, HAHAHA!" But Prank answered:

"Only one. You can't physically touch eath other. If you lose a light when someone like knocks you over or something, it doesnt count. Oh yeah and the peeps that can fly either drive or can't fly above the rest. That rule we made for Quizz, because he kept taking massive amounts of junk and then throwing it at us from above. Wasnt fair."

"So thats why you made that rule?" Bam said.

"No, first we built a catapult and shot a junk ball at him, but it knocked him out of the sky and he couldnt fly for 2 days. Nice karma, but he wasnt happy. Then we made the rule." Prank laughed hysterically. "That was really fun! Well, maybe not for Quizz, but i have never laughed that hard in my life!"

Bam laughed at the thought of Prank and his friends shooting Quizz out of the sky with a ball of junk. As dumb as it sounded, Prank seemed to have much fun in his life despite committing so much crimes.

Prank jumped on a pair of dumpsters to climb up on a brick wall, on his way too the roof of the building they were at while giggling mischieviously.

"What are you doing? Bam said.

"I'm going up to the roof," Prank giggled as he used his grappling hook to go up. "I do this a lot."

Bam followed him again. He had never stayed out this late. It was silent in Gotham and normally he would be sleeping while charging in his garage, but now he was climbing to a rooftop of some building with Prank.

When they reached the top after a while, Bam saw it was lower then he thought. They could jump off of this.

"Whats the most fun thing you have ever done, Bam?" Prank asked while shaking off dirt from his tires.

"Well, our missions are always fun!" Bam said. "But i remember, last halloween we.. drove around town, chasing each other with lanterns and bringing candy around. Batman was driving with me, Batgirl was standing on Bibi throwing around candies and it was Robins first time driving Buff. We all had so much fun!" After that we kept laughing and talking about it when batman, batgirl and Robin went to sleep. Buff was super proud of Robin even though he had to assist a few times, he said, and Bibi wouldnt stop about Batgirl standing on her seating!" Bam smiled. "I wish we could do that next halloween."

"Wow," Prank said, surprising Bam, because Prank had actually listened to his story.

"Its cool, right?" Bam said.

"Yes," Prank said. "But honestly, youre always so disciplined, so sharp and super mature. I didnt really think you had that much fun in your life."

"I do wish i had a little more freedom like you sometimes. I always have to be near the batcave in case batman needs me, i have to drop everything i'm doing when theres an alert, i sometimes feel like i don't get much time to be a kid." Bam said. "From the moment i got my motherboard i had to take everything seriously. From that moment on already i had to be grown up. But i'm a kid." Bam stared at the street below him."

Again, Prank had listened. "Wow, Bam, i didnt know that." He stared too. "Sorry."

"No, its just, i love my work, but just a day or two in the garage, without training, alerts or someone behind my wheel, would just be really nice." Bam sighed. "Do you ever think that?"

"I always do what i want." Prank replied. "I never really have restrictions. Sure i was brought to life just so i could commit crimes, but last time Joker drove me, it was trough the McDonald's drive thru. And i live at a junkyard. I'm basically free to do whatever i want."

Bam sighed. "Can we continue driving?"

"What? Wanna go home?"

"No." Bam sighed again. "I want to drive as fast as i can. I realized how much i want that i cant do now, and i want to have fun and drive it off." He started his engine.

"Ooooh, there we go!" Prank revved his engine. "I'm following you!"

Bam jumped of the roof and zoomed through the street, not thinking of everything he was gonna knock over, not thinking of his route. For one minute, he just didnt care. After turning, he heard Prank whooping behind him and shouting encouragements.

"Fas - ter! Fas - ter!" Prank did a wheelie and catched up to Bam, driving beside him. "Youre fast, batbro!"

"I can go even faster!" Bam laughed while zooming off. "WOOOOHOOOOO!!"

"Go Bam!" Prank shouted. "Drive it out, bro!"

Bam found himself laughing. He was really enjoying this. He never thought he would drive late at night at full speed, especially not with Prank. But this was fun.

Prank was driving beside him again. They were both yelling and laughing as they zoomed down the dark streets of Gotham. This was definitley one of the best nights of Bams life. It didnt top the Halloween drive, but its was very fun and resfreshing. This was definitley happening again.

- Next day -

Bams eyes stung as he opened them. He yawned and stretched his wheels. They felt quite sore from all the driving last night.

Bam drove out of the garage where he found Bibi, Buff and Redbird playing a game. "Hey, Bam!" Buff drove up to him. "Slept well?"

"Yes, slept great," Bam nodded sleepily. "N you?"

"I stayed up reading comics with Bibi. Don't tell BC, please." Buff whispered.

"Bam?"

Bam turned around to see MOE beside him. "Oh, hey MOE!"

"Bam, you gotta charge up, you only have only 8% on your meter!" MOE gasped.

"Oh. Yeah. I - i'll do it." Bam drove into his garage while MOE attached him to the charger. "Totally worth it," he thought with a smile.

Luckily, neither MOE, BC or the other Batwheels questioned him. Bam rested a bit more, read some comics with Bibi and stood charging for a few hours, but not even halfway through he had already fallen asleep to his friends singing a song with BC.

"You gotta ro -o - o - oll with the changes..."

"Ro - o - o - oll with the changes!

You gotta ro - o - o - oll with the changes.."

"And it'll be alright!"

🖤

Wrote this in an hour!! Hope you like it! Now i really gotta go eep xd <3

[lactosa2]

I havent done something in so long it feels off, but im here to pay my personal debt of anothers valorant agents <3

in diference from the first part on this one i´ll focus on the positive parts of a relationship.

cc: Phoenix and Yoru

꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱₊˚⊹

WHAT KIND OF PARTNER THEY ARE??? UHMM?!

PHOENIX

He is totally giving his lover his total atenttion, he would text constantly and always check on his partner. giving them many diferent kind of petnames and constantly littles suprises, things like cooking, (he doesnt know but he tries) letting notes on random places with love words and compliments. He just loves the tough and feeling that he is trying his hardest to make his partner feel loved, and he is damn proud of it and the relationship ypu both have built.

You can see yourself as his screen wallpaper, photos presuming your beauty and his favorite moments and the gifts and details you give him, he just want to make u know he want everyone to know he loves you, so you dont feel afraid about him not being serious about what you both have. He have a curious and silly personality, which makes others take him as a buffon and even a joke, he doesnt want you to think that he is not serious, he is, and always tries his best to show you that he is putting all the effort on making the relationship work and grow healthy.

YORU

At the start of the relationship, he wasnt sure about starting it, scared, no, afraid and uncomfortable with the idea of someone using his self space, making him weird arround you once the relationship, but with time and memories, he start to see the relationship as a experience he enjoys, is hard for him, having someone oficially and being atached to a concept that works with love anf effort, but as i said, time and trust makes him grow soft arround you, showing more his emotions and even letting that sarcastic nature down a little so you and him can just chill while watching something shitty on the tv.

A relationship was defenently he never saw himself on, he was the type of kid that when you bug him about having a girlfriend would mace disgust faces and get grumpy, but now, with you as a perfect example of what he needed, he is more familiar with the idea and fact that you both share emotions, space and memories, and now that he is used to it, he gonna do everything to protect the bond between you both.

[st4rgzer]

MATT BUT ITS THE AUDIO I SENT U

UNREQUITED PT. 2 matt sturniolo

summary: pt 2 of unrequited love, you make some plans that take a turn for the worse

genre: PURE angst

cw: mentions of self deprecation, flirty jokes

a/n: for my lobe, @iha8you , hope you enjoy it, sorry for what happened again, fuck him!

Its been 2 months since i started distancing myself from the triplets and anything involving them, more precisely, matt.

Of course they noticed, i have more than 11 missed called from nick, not trusting my messages saying “im fine, just busy, ttyl” Im never like that, not with them at least. Today I’ve made up my mind, im going to put my silly feelings aside and hang out with my friends, its was i need, it’ll do me good, i know it will. They pick me up from my house, the drive to theirs being the most awkward thing in the world, worse than telling a server at a restaurant “you too!” In response to “enjoy your food”, yeah. No one said a word, that was the worst, its everyone expected someone to say something but no one dared to break the silence. I think I could see matt smirk in the rear view mirror, I scrunched my eyebrows in confusion, did he find this amusing? We arrived home a few minutes after, which felt like an eternity. I undid my seatbelt and we all went to the front door, waiting for nick to get the keys, he fiddled with them, trying to open the door

“Whenever you want nick” Chris said sarcastically, annoyance visible in his voice, as he always did when he bickered with his brother. Eventually, he got the door open and we all got set up inside, I sat on the couch with nick next to matt and chris.

“Do y’all wanna watch a movie or…?” Nick said looking around, everyone nodded, including me, I would rather just watch a movie then have to talk. I cleared my throat and crossed my legs, getting comfortable. Nick got up after putting on a scary movie and went to get some drinks and snacks

“I’ll come help you!” Chris exclaimed, he probably just wanted to make sure no one got his pepsi, but whatever. I come to the realization me and matt are alone on the sofa, the movie is paused, we glance at eachother awkwardly, even if we never argued or said anything about how i felt, we both knew something was up, he was the first one to break the silence.

“Hey you can talk to me you know, you act like you love me or something” he laughed off, my stomach dropped, did he know? No, that’s impossible. I laughed along.

“No I’ve just, just been really busy and-“ i get cut off. “C’mon don’t tell me that bullshit, I know you haven’t been THAT busy to hang out with your favorite friends” he said rolling his eyes, he hit my shoulder playfully. He touched my shoulder. I looked down, trying to find a better excuse, or hoping that he’d just let it slide.

“Well, I’m just reall-” saved by the bell. “LOVEBIRDSSS got the popcorn, drinks, and ready for another hour of edward scissorhands” Nick said placing the popcorn onto the table, crossing his legs over the couch, and grabbing the remote. I let out a sigh of relief, matt looked over at me and huffed, im sure he’ll forget. Chris put his feet over matt’s lap and sipped his soda.

After the movie ended, it was fenomenal as always by the way, we got to talking, great.

“So y/n, what have you been up to? We really haven’t seen you at all these months” Chris spoke between handfuls of popcorn. Nick nodded along

“Well i-“ I glanced over at matt, he was looking at me, of course he would, im speaking, what am i even saying? “I’ve had a heavy month of recording and editing videos, im in the middle of looking for a new editor, AND im getting my drivers license, so yeah, pretty bus- occupied…” I explained to them, half of that was true, i WAS looking for a new editor, just not actively doing so, and i AM getting my license, just not till January…but they bought it, which is the important part.

“Well we’ve all missed you around here” nick scooched next to me. I smiled in return.

“Yeah especially matt” Chris said suggestively, prolonging the word matt in a singsongy voice. Im sure he didn’t mean it that way, was he mocking me?. Matt just rolled his eyes.

“Sure, well im not the one who’s in love with me” he smirked at me, I scoffed, again? Really? Its like everyone is in on a big inside joke but me, and i hate it.

Nick notices my discomfort and diverts the attention from me.

“Hey how about we call Alanha and Madi and we go to Mcdonalds or something” he suggested. “Yeah that sounds great!” I responded, the other two agreed in unison, and we left the previous subject alone, thank god.

As we pulled up to Alanha’s house, Madi and her went out of the door and got into the backseat next to me and Nick, we squeezed in all we could, we laughed about it a bit, it was a relief to see them really, Madi was the only one, along with some other gfs, that knew about it.

“Y/n! Its so good to see you, its been forever” Alanha side hugged me, with difficulty in the cramped car.

“Yeah i know, its good to see you guys too” I smiled at both of them, the car ride to the Mcdonalds drive thru was short, thankfully. Matt lowered the music as the speaker took our order, everyone whispering theirs to him, he remembered my order. We pulled into the parking lot, sorting out all the food.

We decided to eat out in the car park, it was dark so there was no one there, so it was quiet and peacful, we were eating our food and making jokes, Matt kept on slipping little flirty remarks but I ignored them, after all, he was just making fun of me.

“Fuck arent you guys cold?” Madi shivered, rubbing her hands together, it was chilly but we all had at least a hoodie on.

“Here, im warm from all the food” Matt took off his hoodie. He handed it over to her. She put it on. “oh” i thought.

All the sounds around me kind of tuned down, furrowing my eyebrows and snapping myself out of my state, my breathing got a little heavier, i shook my head. Why was a being so dramatic? For the love of god, he just gave her his hoodie, its not like he declared his undying love for her or something, either was it still hurt a little, im lying, it hurt a lot. Madi put her hands in the pocket of Matt’s black ransom hoodie, she smiled and the conversation carried on, but I wasn’t paying attention

“Y/n? Y/n are you theree?” Nick waved a hand in front of my face.

“Sorry I just zoned out there for a sec” I laughed somehow, I didn’t know if it was really visible in my face how upset I was.

“Oh im sorry did you want my hoodie” Matt joked, everyone else laughed along, it was an innocent little joke for them, i get it. I bit the inside of my cheek, he took my feelings as a hilarious thing, as if I was the kings jester. I breathed in, trying not to let the stinging feeling of tears in my eyes win over, I didn’t wanna be the one to say they wanted to go home, so i just waited, not participating in the conversation, but laughing and nodding along at the right times to not raise any suspicions, eventually, Alanha said she had to be up early in the morning, if we could go home, so we did.

“Guys just drop me off here” I sighed, getting out of the car, waving little goodbyes to all of them. Another successful night, drained, the only comfort being my bed and being enveloped by my fluffy sheets. Another night wondering if there’s something wrong with me, and another night realizing once again that hope is, indeed, a dangerous thing for someone like me to have.

a/n: everyone say “fuck you danny!” 🙂🙂 @iha8you

should i do a taglist or something?😭 tell me if u dont wanna be on this

@dwntwn-strnlo @oneirophobic @20nugs @mettsturniolo @iha8you @lvrsparadise @gabbylovesreading

[rispwr]

LINGER - JK - FF

PART FOUR

PART TWO:

https://www.tumblr.com/rispwr/759139180906414080/part-two?source=share

PART ONE:

https://www.tumblr.com/rispwr/759138850658566144/part-one?source=share

genre:fluff

What else do i have to do to keep you from lingering in my mind?

pairings : classmate! bestfriend! jk x classmate! reader

genre:fluff

warnings : public sex, edging, fingering, grinding, cum eating

it's a kind of fwb typa stuff so yeah

summary : for 9 years of being in the same class with him since 3rd grade you have developed a small admiration towards him, till it had grown stronger the more you stay with him. will you be able to keep this secret from your bestfriend forever? does he know you like him? or do you both share the same feelings?

"y/n, i need to tell you something" jeongguk nervously bit his lip, looking down. "yes?" i hum in respond "i like you" he says, staring into my eyes, with his beautifull eyes. 

i stood there shocked, dumbfounded, trying to let words come out of my mouth.

*ring, ring* i woke up to the sound of my alarm, realizing it was all a dream.

i sighed in relief, the dream kept replaying in my mind. 

does he like me?

or am i just being delusional?

i got up to go to the bathroom and change into my school uniform. i took my bag and opened my phone.

JK💕 : hi there! want me to pick you up? 

hot babe💕 : yeah sure. also why tf is my name hot babe??

JK💕 : cuz you are👀 

hot babe💕 : whatever. just come here already

JK💕 : yes ma'am!

i chuckled under my breath, reading his silly messages. "what a crackhead" i thought to myself.

*knock knock* "it's mee" jungkook yells slightly, smiling wide as my mom opens it.

"ahh jeungguk-ahh" my mom hugs jungkook "have you eaten yett??" my mom says 

"not yet eomma-nie, but i will later soon" he replies softly, with a sweet and gentle smile "aish- you should eat!!" my mom playfully hits him on his shoulders as he sarcastically rubs it. "you're like my son too do you know?" my mom spits out, making his smile grow wider. "how about a son-in law?" jungkook responded making my mom shock "ooh, are you and y/n together?" my mom asks, slowly lowering her tone of voice. "not yet eomma but i will ask her out one of these days" he replies. my mom looks at him, smiling widely. "AHHHH my dream is slowly coming truee!!" my mom yells in happiness, making jungkook chuckle and smile widely, knowing my family, especially my mom loves him. 

i go down the stairs watching jungkook and my mom having a great time. laughing and talking. 

i go up to them "what'd i miss?" i said handing jungkook my books "aish y/n-nie don't make jungkook carry too much bags" my mom said, hitting me playfully too, making the bthree of us laugh. 

"oh and jeongguk-ie and y/n!! don't forget to give me children ah!?" my mom yells as we go out of the door. i look at jungkook cringing at what he probably told my mom. 

"this is what i have to deal with everyday" i murmurred to myself.

we reached the school, he gave me back the books as we sat down on our seats.

i felt his hands rubbing my thighs up and down. i didn't mind it, since i enjoyed it.

every stroke he makes i could feel my arousal leak through panty. i look at him as he continued to write, as if he's doing nothing to me. 

every touch he makes sends a shiver down my spine. i look at the clock on the wall ticking so slow. time was so slow.

i couldn't handle it anymore. i guided his hands through in between my legs, making him smirk. he then starts rubbing my clothed cunt, making my arousal leak even more. "okay i'm done wiriting!" he announces to me, smiling with a slight smirk as his rubbing starts to fasten. 

i leaned my head on to him trying to muffle my moans and whimper by burrying my face in his shoulder as he slides my panty to the side and enters one finger. 

his right hand goes to my head, his thumb caressing my cheeks. thankfully we were at the back of the class so no one would see or hear us. 

"mmhm.. jeongguk.." i quietly whimpered in his ear. "i-im c-coming" he said as his one thinger turns into three fingers inside me. "just from fingering?" he asks me, mocking my whiny voice. 

"cum on my fingers baby" he whispered. 

i then felt a tight knot in me, i felt my orgasm going through. 

i finally let myself to release, covering his fingers with white liquid. 

he took his hands and sucks his fingers as he looks at me smirking. 

"so delicious baby" he whispered onto my ear, as i try to catch my bearth.

the bell finally rings and all the students got out of the room, aswell as the teacher. 

i smashed my lips onto him, my hands on his neck. his hands makes it's way towards under my shirt cupping my tits. "you like that huh?" he hissed. he pulls up my bra, circling my nipples as i rock my head back. "m-mhm yes i do" i respond to him in a whiny voice. "shh don't be too loud" he whispers, covering my mouth with his hands. 

my hands makes it's way to his clothed bulge rubbing it up and down. "you won't get a taste of this pussy until we get home kook. it's too risky" i said "but what we're doing is already risky" he replies. i then got on top of his lap, my clothed cunt rubbing against his hard clothed cock, teasing him. i could i feel his pre cum leak on top of his school pants. "look at you, so hard for me already" i said as i continued grinding him, cupping his face. 

"y-yes mommy.." he replies "goodboy" i ran my fingers through his hair as i continued grinding, edging him.

 i then stopped making him look at my frustrated. "what the fuck y/n??" he says 

"you'll get it later" i responded fixing my clothes "i'm hungry for some real food" fixing my hair. 

he looks at me as he licks his lips, clenching his jaw "damn that real food" he chuckles.

i looked at him as i fixed him up aswell "come on!! let's eatt" i said grabbing his hands with me to go to the cafeteria

[theworldofotps]

Day at The Park

The Demon Dad series, follows Bálor as he navigates parenthood. Description: Y/n and Finn want to take their baby to the park for some enrichment, Bálor thinks it's silly. Masterlist

Tag list: @omg-im-such-a-masochist @melissahausen @new-zealand-chic @writtingrose @hotgirlgraps @madhatterbri @sassymox @mrsacklesevansmgk @xladyxfatex @adamcolesbaybay @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch @demonqueen29 @itsicantbelievethis666 @lilred91 @rebellious-desires @surdelcielo @letsgivethisonemoreshot @ava-valerie @shortyiceheart @serpantscorpio8497 @thatpanpal @wrestlersownmyheart @vebner37 @seeingstarks @whenimakeitshine1234 @legit9thlunaticwarrior @blaquekitty @ironshamelessyouth @unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin @ripleyswhore @moonrosekk @xbreezymeadowsx @alyyaanna @elevennbloom @melblacc @alliwant456 @mcreignsera @auburnwrites​ @aews-four-pillars @thatnerdwriter​ @sjwrites22​ If you wanna be added to the list lemme know.

Demon Dad tag list: @slutfortheeclaymore __________ As Y/n pushed the stroller through the gates of the park, the autumn sunbathed the playground in a golden light. It was a perfect day to be out calm, cool, and filled with the sounds of kids laughing and playing. Finn walked beside her, his hand resting protectively on her back as they made their way toward an open grassy area where some mothers and their babies sat on blankets. The three of them bundled up to keep the chill away.

Their daughter, a bright-eyed little thing with tufts of dark hair, cooed softly from her seat. She kicked her legs excitedly, as if sensing the adventure ahead. Y/n smiled, her heart warm and content carefully lifted her from the stroller. Laying her down on the thick blanket Finn laid out. Her legs and arms stretched out in front of her as she kicked around some more.

"This is going to be good for her, getting some fresh air while being around other babies. She’ll make some friends hopefully."

Y/n said as she sat down on the blanket next to their daughter. Finn gave her a lopsided grin, but suddenly his eyes flashed with something darker. She knew that look all too well, his expression changed subtly, his posture stiffened and the air around them felt thicker, more charged.

"Friends?" Came the deep, guttural voice of Bálor who made a surprise appearance. His eyes darkened, and a smirk curled at the corner of his mouth.

"She's six months old, Y/n the child has the IQ of a carrot. What exactly do you think she'll be doing here? Discussing philosophy with the other drooling infants?"

Y/n shot him a look, both exasperated and amused. She had grown used to Bálor's gruff, often sarcastic remarks especially when it came to things their daughter was doing.

“She’s here to be around other babies, Bálor. It’s good for her development. Not everything is about brains at this age, you know. Social interaction matters too.”

Bálor scoffed, folding his arms as he glanced around the park with mild disdain.

“Social interaction? She barely knows her own hand from her foot. She’s more interested in that teething toy you keep shoving at her face than any of these so-called friends.” He motioned to the group of babies nearby, wriggling on their blankets like worms. Y/n rolled her eyes but couldn’t help the smile tugging at her lips.

“Not everything is as grim as you make it out to be babe. She’s learning. Babies learn from watching and imitating others; you'd know this if you read those parenting books that Finn keeps telling you about.”

Bálor stared at her for a long moment before sighing dramatically.

“I'm the king of the underworld I don't have the time nor the desire to read parenting books. However, if this is what you two want fine, but don’t come crying to me when she spends the next hour gnawing on a block instead of making your 'friends.'”

He leaned down to peer at the baby, his voice lowering to a growl.

“You’re lucky your mom is a babe and your dad likes you.”

The baby, oblivious to the demon within her father, let out a happy squeal and grabbed at his face, her tiny fingers just brushing his nose. Bálor's scowl softened, and for a brief second, Y/n saw Finn breaking through the demon's mask, the tenderness in his eyes returning.

"See?"

Y/n grinned, nudging him with her elbow.

"She’s already charming you we aren't fooled by that tough behavior."

Bálor huffed, rubbing his nose where her tiny fingers had poked him.

"She's got a long way to go."

He muttered, but the faintest trace of a smile flickered on his lips as they continued watching their daughter.

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do ace for the ask thing because ace is swaggy cool

ahhh here we go. getting to rant about Ace on my Ace centered account. let's get it. this one's gonna be less silly than the others bc this dudes life fucking sucks.

here are the questions so my answers make sense! THE LINK WASNT THERE IM. AHH.

tons of words, and spoilers, under the cut!

1. I think this is an odd one, but my fav thing about Ace is probably the way his design changed after chapter one. The way you can see in his hair and face the fact all this is already taking a physical toll on him, even after just being trapped for like, 5 days, really signifies just how much insane stress he was constantly under. Or something.

2. Least favorite... this one's hard, because on one hand, Ace is a total dick. Like I could easily say his personality. But at the same time, I genuinely enjoy it in the context of why he acts that way. And he's funny. So I'll say the fact he murdered Arei! Uncool! Murder is never justified buddy!

3. "I'm so scared. I'm so scared of dying... I don't want to die." haha. ahhaa. ha.a.a. Seth ate that up in an unimaginable way by god.

4. EDEN AND ACE SHOULD HAVE BEEN BEST FRIENDS. FOUND SIBLINGS. I'm still on this hill and I'll die here.

5. What a hard question. I'm puzzled. I'm literally bamboozled, what could my favorite Ace ship be? (WHACEEE WHACE. WHACE. WHACE. WHIT AND ACE. LOVERACE. MARKYOUNG. ACEWHIT.)

6. I have two: Nico x Ace, for obvious reasons, and uh... Well, I don't hate it anymore atp, but Acevi was a big no for me for a while. Things have changed!

7. Ace freckles in the sun like a mf. Get that bitch some natural light and it'll look like you threw pepper in his face at full force.

8. Um... less an opinion more another head cannon... Ace is asexual. Any backing for this? Nope! Just think saying "Ace is Ace" is funny.

9. a million and one songs connect to this dude in my head. But I'll pick a few out:

Townie - Mitski ("I want love that feels like my hearts hitting the ground") haha. haha.

Cotard's Solution - Will Wood (mostly the second half) ("If dreams come true, what's that say about nightmares?") ("I wanna make my murder look kike a suicide!")

10. fav cg and sprites :3

i hate to use an execution section as my fav cg, but it is. he looks so silly.

and ik the second sprite was him being sarcastic... BUT STILL!!! (sorry). and his sarcastic smiling sprite in chapter 2 will always hold a special place in my heart.

[kindestofkings]

tis the damn season

robert keating x reader (she/her)

heres the requested bobby fic! reader is bobbys neighbour in dublin and they've had a situationship thats always off again on again, which ryan is v fed up with lol <3

masterlist

enjoy and also happy new year ! forgot how much I love making these so please come with some more requests, I always love getting them xxx

yourusername posted to their story!

year FIVE of working as a waitress during silly season, people need to be KINDER

yourbestfriend not all heros wear capes yourneighbour1 god bless you ↳ its been TOUGH but neighbours christmas party next week !! ↳ yourneighbour1 UGH best part of the season alsooo did I see a certain curly haired bass player make his return to the road...? ↳ feck he's home earlier than usual 😀 ↳ yourneighbour1 time to rekindle the infamous situationship??

yourusername posted to their story!

the return of the loudest next door neighbour known to man, yay 👍👍

yourneighbour1 😏😏 bobbyskeetz get rid of that sarcastic yay ryanmcmahon_15 yay my fav idiots have been reunited ! ↳ idiots? plural? why am I an idiot ryan?? ↳ ryanmcmahon_15 hmmhmm when will yee learn

bobbyskeetz

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bobbyskeetz home.

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joshjenkinson_ lookin so mysterious and interesting xx

inhalerfan1 he is one of us

inhalerfan2 missed the intense staring since tour has ended, thanks mr skeetz !

inhalerfan3 christmas came early

yourusername smoking kills

bobbyskeetz excuse me?? I have NEVER and WOULD never yourusername big fat liar yourbestfriend y'all are the worst, every fecking christmas ryanmcmahon_15 what she said !

yourusername

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yourusername the kids table at the neighbours christmas party is always the place to be <3

also slayed so hard with my kris kindle present he literally cried for hours 💅

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bobbyskeetz I cried cause you threw it at me

yourneighbour1 weakling bobbyskeetz ugh thanks tho.... I guess

ryanmcmahon_15 bobby and yn being adults when

yourbestfriend but then what would happen to their beloved situationship? yourusername guys you know this is MY comment section right?

joshjenkson_ hahah the perfect gift for him

yourneighbour2 ugh BEST PARTY EVAAAA

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yourusername and it always leads to you and my hometown

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yourbestfriend ah ryanmcmahon_15 shes quoting tis the damn season by THE taylor swift, what does this mean?

ryanmcmahon_1 gasp not the sad tones..

bobbyskeetz confused we're from the same hometown...?

yourusername you uncultured swine its a lyric 😭

bobbyskeetzswife

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bobbyskeetzswife OH MY GOD I JUST MET BOBBY, IM FREAKING OUT

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inhalerfan1 no way what the hell !! where?

bobbyskeetzswife literally in Dingle, Kerry 😭😭 he said hes with the lads but they ran out of drink so he was forced to go to the shops 😭 😭 inhalerfan1 omg hahahah I can't believe they just played the 3Arena

inhalerfan2 no way wonder why they're in dingle, such a random Irish town...

inhalerfan3 that girl that they all follow is in Kerry aswell with grace (eli's girlfriend) bobbyskeetzswife is that yourusername? I wonder who she is, bobby is always interacting with her inhalerfan2 huh wonder has he got a girlfriend

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graciebrns wholesome few days before what I've been told, will be the best party I'll ever attend

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elijahhewson promise its not an oversell

joshjenkinson_ agreed yourusername throws a phenomenal party yourusername ah flattered lads thank you

bobbyskeetz the million hikes will be worth it

yourusername you said you loved going on hikes bobbyskeetz course I do love 😔 inhalerfan2 love ?? gathering evidence

inhalerfan1 wholesome band trip bless

yourneighbour1 woohoo almost time to partyyyy

ryanmcmahon_15 how did one row of houses produce so many party animals?

yourusername party animals okay old man bobbyskeetz just cause you can't ever keep up ryan yourneighbour1 its how we were raised 😤

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yourusername hot people have birthdays on nye 💅

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bobbyskeetz so feckin hot

yourusername baby stapppppp that

yourbestfriend was the BEST time ever

elijahhewson class night it was, graciebrns whats the verdict?

graciebrns best. night. ever. yourusername I love you thanks for having me <33 yourusername you kidding me? thank you for coming !!

inhalerfan1 oh hello inhaler spotted ..

inhalerfan2 not bobby on the decks

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bobbyskeetz happy birthday gorgeous, love cleaning up bottles with you on new years day x

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yourusername ahhhh the taylor reference 😭

yourusername my favourite nosey neighbour <3

ryanmcmahon_15 I have never been so invested in two idiots getting together properly

yourbestfriend so insufferable its taken like 13 years for them not to be idiots yourusername and what about you two being idiots.. bobbyskeetz whats your favourite book trope again love? yourusername FRIENDS TO LOVERS BABY, take notes ryanmcmahon_15 yourbestfriend

inhalerfan1 sad sad day for the bobby girlies 💔

bobbyskeetzswife noooooooooo

finished xx

[oatscoop]

Luffy

hiiiiii silly billys

here is a little something i wrote at 3 am and felt like sharing. it truly isnt all that but i thought why not share ya know?

Smooches Kisses Fishes

The sun is out and our tummies are empty. As per usual Usopp,Brooke, Luffy, and I are all fishing for lunch today. Tomorrow we’re supposed to arrive at that new island but Luffy's appetit has set us back a meal or two as far as supplies goes. All of us have had no luck whatsoever. 

I look at Usopp and Brooke who are now fast asleep. The slow rocking of the boat and the calm waves really are soothing. I'd probably be asleep too if not for Luffy's complaining.

“Ughhhhh im huunngryyyy….” Luffy whines and rubs his stomach with his free hand. “....Sanji can you check the fridge again?”

“How many times do i have to tell you idiot. It's empty, you ate everything out of it yesterday!” Sanji yells angrily and throws the empty glass he just took from Nami at the back of Luffy's head.

“OW!” Luffy says quickly and his hand moves to the back of his head, rubbing the spot the cup hit him in.

“Y/n, you’re too beautiful to be around this stupidity, why don't you take a break and let these idiots fish?’ Sanji asks as he moves to my side.

I cringe and move closer to luffy. 

“No no, I'm okay. I like fishing with them, it gives me something to do on a boring day like today.” I smile warmly and before I can say anything else Luffy's arm wraps around my waist multiple times and drags me right into his side.

“Yeah Sanji, she likes fishing.” Luffy gives Sanji an annoyed look and sticks his tongue out at him. He keeps his arm tightly around my waist.

Sanji rolls his eyes and walks to the kitchen leaving Usopp, Brooke, Luffy and I the only ones on the deck..

I crack a smile feeling Luffy squeeze me to him just a little closer.

"You did see Sanji leave right?” I chuckle and look at him as he focuses on the water.

“Yeah, and?” Luffy says bluntly and looks at me.

“Well you don't have to keep me so close” I smile and look back to the water.

“Yeah huh. I like havin you close.” He flashes a cocky smirk that I can see out of the corner of my eye.

“Is that so captain?” I chuckle and start to fidget with my fishing line.

“Oh I know so.” Luffy says with a confident smile and plants a big wet kiss on my cheek, As he pulls his head back he makes the ‘mwah’ sound effect.

My face scrunches up when I feel his wet lips hit my cheek. I lean my head away from him once he pulls back from his cheeky little kiss. Luffy bursts out with laughter once he sees my reaction.

“Ewwww Luffy!” I giggle as I try to wipe the wet kiss from my now bright red cheeks. 

“Whaaaatt!” He smiles and speaks sarcastically, “Come on, you know you like them.”

He giggles right along with me and sets his fishing rod down. He wraps his other arm around my waist and tries to force more of his signature wet kisses to my face.

‘Nooo, no more Luffy, I do not like them!” I somewhat lie and try to cover my face as best I can but he still manages to sneak a couple in there.

I try to push Luffy off me until I feel my fishing line being pulled.

“Oh wait!” I smile excitedly and grip my fishing rod, “Luffy i think i caught something’

He perks up a bit and looks to the line. It is definitely being tugged. He nods and puts his hands over mine as he helps to pull in the fish. 

‘Oh geez I think this is a big one!” Luffy smiles and his mouth starts to drool as he sees the fish surfacing.

“What's all the commotion about?” Brooke yawns and looks at us as Luffy and I pull in the large fish.

‘Lunch’ I nod determinedly and not long after we yank quite a large fish from the water.

After we caught it and brought the fish to Sanji to cook, Luffy and I found ourselves back on the deck looking out at the sea.

‘I can't believe we caught that big of a fish.” I smile proudly and look at Luffy.

“I think it was my awesome kisses that summoned the fish.” He crosses his arms and nods with pride. “I think the fish wanted one of my kisses too.”

“I don't think anyone likes those kisses Luffy” I roll my eyes and laugh.

‘Don't lie to me now” He smiles and ruffles my hair.

‘Okay okay…. You caught me. Maybe I do like them.” I sigh and look away from him as I blush slightly.

Luffy keeps his hand on my head and leans in. He chuckles and plants another wet kiss to my cheek.

“I made sure that one was extra wet-” 

there is definitely some spelling and grammar mistakes just so you know

if you like it lmk maybe i can whip something else up