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justsomebandfanfics · 6 years ago

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Pick Up Your Fucking Book - Austin Carlile

can you please write one where y/n needs tuition in math or so? and austin is pretty good in math and she’s going to be angry because she don’t get it. then they yell at eachother and he press her against the wall and they’ll have rough sex? (sorry for my bad english)

Your English was fine, don’t worry! - British so I say maths not math - what a nice detailed AC story if I say so myself 😌 smut warning - words - written by Emma.

“This is just dumb!” You exclaim, swiping your arm across your desk, sending your book and pencils onto the floor.

“Y/N,” Austin sighs. “Pick it up, again.”

You pout. “No.”

“Y/N, just do it, please.” He puts his head in his hands.

You shake your head. “No.”

“Y/N.” His tone has this slight tinge to it, implying he’s getting wound up.

“I don’t want to.” You can tell he’s getting annoyed, making you grin inside.

“And why not?” He asks, purely disinterested.

“Because maths is dumb.” You humph.

Austin is in the year above you, he’s been allocated to be your tutor because he’s extremely smart and good at maths. You on the other hand…

“Maths is not dumb, Y/N. Just pick up your book, again, and we can continue.” Rolling his eyes, he leans back in his chair that’s next to yours.

“I don’t want to continue.” You mutter.

“Well we are going to, alright? Now get your book from the floor!” His voice raises as he looks at you with a pissed off expression.

“Mhm, no.” You answer, sarcastically.

“Get your book, off of the floor, now.” His voice almost becomes a growl.

“And if I don’t?” You tease, but he doesn’t find it exactly funny.

“Then I will make you.” He slouches onto your desk, seemingly counting to ten in his head.

“Go for it.” You lick over your lips and pull a sarcastic smirk.

“Y/N, for Christ sake! Pick up your fucking book!” He shouts at you.

You’re stunned for a few seconds. “No!” You find myself yell back.

“You’ve got to be most difficult fucking child ever!” He slams his fists down on your desk, before launching himself up, putting his hands behind his head.

“I am not a child.” You frown, standing up and knocking your chair slightly.

He flips around. “Yes, you are!”

“I am not!” If it was up to you, shouting like this was the thing making you both kids.

“You're acting like a moody child because you can’t do some simple fucking mathematics!” His arms jolt outwards, his films facing the ceiling, looking at you like you're being stupid.

Instead of getting upset, you just get angrier. “Maybe if I had a decent tutor rather than a dickhead I would get better!” You spit at him.

“I'm not a dickhead. I'm just smarter than you, and you're jealous.” He gives you a brief smile, full of sarcasm.

“Oh, piss off, Austin.” You mumble.

“See, I’m right.” His arrogance shows as he shrugs and that same smile on his face.

“Shut, up!” Stroppily, you kick your chair.

“And if I don’t?” He mimics you, making your blood boil.

“Then I'll smack your face into tomorrow.” You hiss.

“Go for it.“ You’re pretty sure he didn’t know that you was going to throw yourself full pelt at him, but you do.

You make yourself in line with him before you go at him with your clawing hands. “I, hate, you!” You mumble, in short breaths, trying to scratch his face.

He frowns and leans back with his face, slapping you lightly to get you off. “Quit it!” He says repeatedly, sounding frustrated.

Considering you’re too short to get at his face, you grab near enough the collar of his shirt and pull him down towards you.

Attempting to brush you off, he pushes his hands at your stomach. You pull harder at his shirt and you accidentally cause some buttons on his shirt to fly off.

But you don’t stop, you press him with greater force, so hard that you send the both of you back into your wardrobe, which erupts a small grumble as it bangs against the wall.

With ease, Austin turns the tables. With one hand, he grips both of your wrists, pinning them above your head. With his other, it’s slightly enclosed around your neck. He slams you against the wall forcefully. His mouth is by your ear. “I said, quit it.”

Unintentionally, you let out a small moan. You can see his chest heaving, even more because you had undone the top half of his shirt. You can see the veins pulsating in his arms, his biceps making the sleeves suddenly tight on him.

He lets out a long sigh, you feel the long, warm breath on your neck. He levels his head with yours and you meet this unfamiliar look on his face.

Something in the moment pulls you two together, and you spontaneously begin to kiss.

Your arms are still pinned above your head. You try to pull them away so you can tug at Austin’s clothing that you want to rip off of his heaving body. However, Austin uses his strength to keep you restrained, making you impatient.

You begin you move your legs to try and get closer to him, to push your bodies together, but you fail. “Pft.” You groan annoyed.

“Don’t like not being able to do what you want?” Austin asks you, chuckling against your lips before kissing you again. His hand runs up your bare leg and under your skirt.

Heavily, you exhale onto his lips, sighing again when he pulls away from you. “How about you give me what I want and it won’t be a problem?”

“What do you want then, huh?” He asks, running his fingers back and forth over your underwear.

You batter your eyelashes at him. “Do you really need to ask?”

He chuckles, running his hands through the lace until you can feel yourself getting wet, you breathe shakily.

Humming, Austin trails his fingers back and forth around your bare skin, hovering over your underwear here and there. The material only leaves a thin layer between you both, so thin that you can imagine how his fingers would feel inside of you. The thought of it makes you tense your legs, god, you want him inside of you. You muse a quiet moan, tiptoeing over his fingertips trying to edge him that bit closer inside.

He chuckles at you, hooking two fingers into your underwear beginning to draw them down your legs. Once they get to your knees, he lets them drop straight to your ankles where you step out of them.

Austin starts to run his hand on your inner thigh, moving painfully slowly to your core. Once he touches you, you sigh, slapping your hands above your head against your wardrobe. He interests a finger inside of you. ��Is this gonna shut you up, huh?” He asks quietly into your ear.

He pushes the one finger deeper, making you squeeze your thighs together and moan.

“Aw.” He sighs in a degrading way. “What about this, then?” All too easily, he slides a second finger into you, starting to pump them into you in sync.

You open your mouth, throwing your head back and looking to your hands that are still being held hostage over you. Widening your stance, you allow him to slide in deeper. Oh my god.

“I bet you really fucking like that, don’t you?” Austin asks, leaning in closer to you and breathing over your neck. He starts to lay kisses that quickly turn open mouthed pinches, letting his tongue run over you.

You can’t answer him, your mind revolving around the pulsing of his fingers moving in, out, in, out. Your knees buckle as you attempt to lower yourself, getting at any possible way to push him deeper inside of you.

“No?” Austin murmurs to the lack of your response, yanking his hand out of you and grabbing your thigh. He wedges his leg underneath you, leaving your leg hooked over his hip in a permanent stance. “You want three fingers?” He asks as he slides his hand back between your legs, putting two fingers back inside.

Smirking, he pushes a third one in, where you release an audible moan and tense at how good it feels. He pushes them back and forth, making you so wet that you both can hear him side of you. Your breathing fastens with his pace, feeling yourself flow into a light sweat.

“God, you are a dirty girl.” He looks at you, amused, your faces close together.

You move forward as much as your restricted position lets you, kissing him forcefully, biting down on his lip as he pushes you off of him. “How about you fuck me then, huh?” You ask, tilting your head antagonistically.

He digs his thumb into the vein on your wrist, making you squirm under his grip. “Is that what you want?”

Using all of your strength, you rattle your hands in his enclosed fist, smacking them back into the wardrobe. “Try me.”

Grinning, Austin gives you one last deep pump before emptying you. He unbuckles his trousers with a confident smirk, still resting one arm against yours keeping you held against the noisy wardrobe. His trousers fall, leaving you staring at the big bulge in his boxers. You squeeze your thighs in anticipation.

Austin rubs himself, looking at you before pulling himself out of his boxers. He presses his chest to yours, his hand pumping his length against your thigh. You can feel yourself pulsating, anticipating him moving inside of you.

Without a warning, he pushes himself inside of you, making you both simultaneously moan. Begins to thrust into you, going harder and deeper every time. You have to gasp for breath with each point. Increasingly, the speed makes it one thousand times better. You both begin to get sweaty, but it doesn’t stop him.

“Let me go, please.” You breathe, your arms aching above your head.

God, you want to touch him. You want your arms around his neck, you want your nails running lines down his back.

“How’s that any fun for me, huh?” He asks against your lips. “I like watching you struggle.” He smiles before kissing you.

Groaning in annoyance you pull at your wrists, stuck in restraint. Of course, he still wants to annoy you even when fucking.

You start to moan involuntarily, the feeling of him inside of you is driving you insane. He thrusts deeply and vigorously, smacking your back into you wardrobe, which leaves echoing rattles throughout your bedroom.

It seems to be a turn on, as Austin thumps his free fist against it to make it do it again, and again. He scoops up my body and throws me back into the wardrobe, making a thump.

“You like that, do you?” You ask with a flirtatious giggle. You can’t explain how much you want to grab him and run your fingers through his hair, and again you find yourself whining at your restricted wrists.

He ignores your comment with a smile. “How about you,” he moves his hand to your throat. “Start doing what you do best and start making some noise, yes?”

Roughly, he thrusts into you, making you help. “Just like that.” He confirms, before doing it a second time, then over and over.

You find yourself whimpering, your body shunting with his powerful pounds. Your high pitched moans come fragmented as you squeak that little bit higher each time.

“Louder.” He says, doing that thing again where he throws you hard against the wardrobe.

It’s not even like you had a choice. As Austin starts to thrust, he’s gone so deep that you can feel him tapping your g-spot. You squeeze your thighs together, feeling the friction of your bodies and moan in synchronisation with him. He fastens his pace, seeing the change in your body language, his hand still enclosed around your neck.

Beginning to stutter, you fight for air in your body. God, it feels so good. “Austin,” you moan his name in pleasure.

“Hey, Y/N?” He says in an antagonistic tone.

You breathe heavily, struggling to look at him. “What?”

He kicks something from the floor over at you. “There’s your book. How about you bend over and pick it up for me, huh?”

Looking down over your shoulder, you see your orange exercise book on the floor. Your eyes switch to Austin’s and then flick up at your hands being held above you. He slowly releases you and you rub your sore wrists as you squint at him questionably.

Turning your back to him, you steadily start to bend over, dragging out the anticipation as much as possible. You press one palm to your wardrobe, helping you clumsily not fall over. You feel his eyes on you.

Austin takes your free wrist and twists it around your back. “You didn’t think I would actually let you go, would you?” He asks, before unexpectedly shoving his length back inside of you.

“Shit.” You curse and the new found depth of his thrusts. “Fuck.”

“C’mon,” he purrs at you, tightening his grip on your arm. “Make some fucking noise.”

Trailing your sweating hand against your wardrobe, the familiar rattle of wood hitting the wall erupts. You release quick moans with every thrust, feeling a build up in your stomach that you try to desperately ignore. You don’t want this to end.

With his other hand, Austin pushes you down further, making you scream as he continues to thrust violently into you.

“Austin, fuck!” You moan, your whole body shaking in time with his. “Shit!”

He takes it as his green light, thrusting so rapidly that you could topple over if he wasn’t holding your waist. He uses that hand for his convenience, throwing your hips into his body with the timely pumps of his own body.

You squeal, you groan, you claw at the fucking wardrobe. It feels so good, too good. Your loud echoes of pleasure make him harden inside of you, if that was possible, and pinch your skin.

“I’m gonna come.” Austin murmurs. “Are you going to be a dirty girl and scream whilst I come?” He asks, although you can’t answer.

His dick touches your g-spot and you quiver. He’s so deep inside of you that you miss him as soon as he leaves, if only for a millisecond, and crave his length being in you.

“Come on, Austin.” You beg in a whimper, your wet bodies clashing together clumsily.

Your core is so wet that you can feel it around your upper thighs. Austin’s soaking dick spreads it all over you, occasionally sliding all the way to the front and tapping your clit. He releases your hand that you immediately slam into your wardrobe, supporting yourself, bending deeper to show yourself fully to him.

“Fuck.” You hear Austin groan, taking an ass cheek in his hand and spreading them.

He pumps inside of you some more, gripping tightly at you and exposing your holes to him. It seems to drive him wild as he starts to groan as loudly as you.

“I’m gonna come.” He exhales, pinching you tighter and throwing you back into him.

Your moans relay throughout the room, screaming in pleasure as he pushes himself deep inside.

“Oh, shit. Oh, shit!” Austin yells, just as you feel a hot liquid shooting up inside of you. “Fuck, Y/N.” He continues to ride it out, his pumps becoming slow and long.

Pulling himself out of you, he leaves you gasping for air with a layer of sweat pooling over your forehead. You can feel his come inside of you, the excess trickling around your hole and dripping down your thigh.

“Now, pick up your fucking book, will you?” Austin chuckles, looking over you with a satisfied smirk on his lips.

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waasting-awaay · 5 years ago

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The kinda love I use to write fanfiction about...

#austin carlile #om&m #omam #fanfiction #of mice and men #alan ashby #of mice & men #aaron pauley #austin #carlile #alan #ashby #instagram #dms #imagine #screenshot

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rikkurevenge · 7 years ago

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[Fanfiction] Love is Madness - Chapter 3 Chapter 3 of Love is Madness is out now! :) More texts, more tweets, more messages, more feelings. Wednesday, 11.04.2018, 8:04am A concert, five words, a puppy and blue eyes. Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/14255496/chapters/32981124

#Love is Madness #LIM #Druck #druckaddicts #Skam #skam germany #German skam #druck serie #Fanfiction #AO3 #Social Media #Matteo Florenzi #Jonas Augustin #OM&M #Concert #Manik

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mcx7demonbros · 3 years ago

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OBEY ME! MASTERLIST

Created: 18.04.22

UPDATED: 30.04.23 (dd/mm/yy)

NO explicit NSFW STUFF HERE!

MY OCs

Klein

Angelo

Helios, the Traitorous Brother

Elias

1/ FANFICTION

Catholic MC

Prologue PART 1 PART 2 PART 3 PART 4 PART 5

First Friday in Devildom

Response to Levi’s “I’m just a yucky otaku.”

Summoned to the Vatican: pt. 1 pt. 2

Le Traître Le Massacre

After Midnight Mass

Papa mortuus est (M!MC as Pope)

Mole MC

Prologue CHAPTER 1 CHAPTER 2

Treacherous Brother

PART 1

Teen!MC calls Lucifer “Big Brother”

8th Brother Series

PART 1

Teen!MC Masterlist

One-shots

The brothers met the Sustainer of Heavenly Principles

MC is caught cheating in the exam

Something Is Wrong

Meal Time (minific)

Does anyone know the recipes?

Voting (Dialogue Nonsense)

Adoration for The Human

2/ Obey Me react to... / Head-canons

Pact headcanons

Their demon forms on you

Demon bros react to MC watching Super Sentai

The Demons as villains in Super Sentai/Power Rangers

The Brothers as Power Rangers

Demon bros react to Chibi Devi!

Power Rangers Villain! MC

MC’s Grandma Part 2

MC is a greedy capitalist

OM! Boys as Chinese Zodiacs

What language do the Brothers speak?

“You will fall in love with a human” prophecy

MC has the Omnitrix

Wheel-chaired MC after Lesson 20-14 😏

You call them “Seven Deadly Simps”

Top or Bottom (the Brothers)

Fortune-Teller!MC

How He Gives A Speech (the Brothers)

Smoking Headcanon (The Brothers)

I’m Running for President

The Devildom Public Holidays

3/ Hell Series

Headcanon

MC goes to Hell [Darker Version]

On Damnation…Again

Intro

The Gate (Limbo)

First Layer (Court of Sloth)

Second Layer (Court of Envy)

Third Layer (Court of Gluttony)

Fourth Layer (Court of Wrath)

Fifth Layer (Court of Lust)

Sixth Layer (Court of Greed)

Seventh Layer (Court of Pride)

Damnation Masterlist

4/ Links to other blogs for icons, wallpapers, etc.

Demon bros cat butler icons/avatars

Colored dividers

5/ A Catholic’s take on characters and other things in Obey Me

Lilith

Who is the serpent that tempted Eve?

On Lust

Is Obey Me a satanic app?

Raphael’s ability to eat Solomon’s cooking

Catholic!9 Choirs of Angels vs. OM!9 Choirs of Angels

6/ Others

Did Simeon write a BL?

Asmo’s dangerous Lust

I’m not giving butler Lucifer to you, Diavolo

Luke’s worried over us

Lucifer says sorry

View all your Devilgram cards

Lucifer’s down bad for MC

Weird theories / Imagines

MC isn’t real

Paranoid theory

Something is wrong

Anniversaries

Six-month anniversary (first event I played added to Lonely Devil)

1st Anniversary

Food Series

Each character

Brothers

Side characters

Diavolo | Barbatos | Luke | Simeon | Solomon

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ao3feed-larry · 2 years ago

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MY DIFFERENT ALPHA

by Just_a_girl_280913

Louis is an alpha, owner of a multimillionaire business, who lives alone with his 15 years old son. His childhood was the best, his teen years were the total opposite, but his adulthood will turn his life upside down in the blink of an eye. Sometimes you just have to walk into a flower shop and meet and old friend to change your life.

Harry, a lonely alpha, has a big secret behind him. He believes to be a mistake, something unnatural, in his head he was sure that he would never meet that special one that will love him endlessly. Oh, he couldn't be more wrong.

Words: 110, Chapters: 2/2, Language: English

Fandoms: Louis Tomlinson - Fandom, Harry Styles - Fandom, liam payne - Fandom, niall horan - Fandom, zayn malik - Fandom, Shawn Mendes - Fandom, Louis&Harry - Fandom, Liam&Zayn, Niall&Shawn, Larry Stylinson - Fandom, Ziam Mayne - Fandom, Shiall - Fandom, ome direction, Fanfiction - Fandom, omegaverse - Fandom, Alpha x Alpha - Fandom, Flower shop - Fandom, Love is Love - Fandom, translation - Fandom

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Rape/Non-Con

Categories: M/M

Characters: Liam Payne, Zayn Malik, Harry Styles, Louis Tomlinson, Niall Horan, Original Characters

Relationships: Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson, Zayn Malik/Liam Payne, Niall Horan/Shawn Mendes

via AO3 works tagged 'Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson' https://ift.tt/m5rJwYn

#author #larry stylinson #larry fic #ao3 feed larry #MY DIFFERENT ALPHA #<p>by <a rel= href="/users/Jus

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confusedandhopeful · 4 years ago

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Awesome Authors of Marvel Ao3

I need more flexibility to make lists (than Ao3 allows) because I'm fussy and pedantic. I have waaay too many tabs open on my browser as I try not to miss out/lose some of these great writers and artists. Here is my attempt at saving them into a list that I wont lose. Mostly Tony-centric, commonly fluff, smut or hurt/comfort.

Sidium I Want to Teach You a Lesson (In The Worst Kind of Way), not to mention everything else they've written ;) Also check out their bookmarks. WhisperElmwood The One Where Tony is the Meat in a Supersoldier Sandwich, which is exactly like it sounds. There is no Manual is an unfinished Autistic-Tony pov fic, that has him welcoming the Avengers into his tower. Wix writes a lot of salty Team Iron Man Fics Changing Fate is a time-travel WinterIron fix-it, Coming Unstrung which has TeamCap kidnapping Tony to try to sort things out (and inspired Revenge Fantasy by alioftwoworlds) Potrix Writes plenty of WinterIron and Tony/Bucky/Steve, among other things. Fluff and comfort abound. Their bookmarks are also pretty great for discovering a variety of other Marvel fics. Sineala writes universes from the comics. Features Cap/IronMan, and fics where Iron Man's identity is a secret. Think of This as Solving Problems (That Should Never Have Occurred) - "No one knows Tony is Iron Man. Then Tony gets amnesia, and literally no one knows Tony is Iron Man." Mercy in You, has Steve looking after Tony after an (offscreen) D/s scene gone wrong. A Question of Trust where Steven helps Tony after some self-bondage gone wrong. This Mortal Part of Mine has Iron Man taken advantage of by a tentacle monster. Cap tries to save him and they both escape, but then Cap is having Thoughts. Shaenie writes perfect BDSM fics Don't Look too Closely (all the angles are oblique) is the Cap/Ironman BDSM series, that has also been podficced amazingly by paraka. The series is unfinished but hella long and awesome anyway. Viklikesfic over 400 Marvel fics so far, including more BDSM fics! ^_^ Purify Me in your Muddiest Waters is a series about Tony liking humiliation, and Steve and Bucky teach him that kink doesn't have to mean abuse. Lots more fics that are Steve/Tony or Steve/Bucky/Tony. Featuring Daddy kink, humiliation, objectification and other BDSM adventures.

Shadowen Captain America is not a Republican; also lots of Clint/Phil, such as Friendly Fire - "Damages incurred do not decrease value" Badfinch (podfics) Thorns for Flowers deals with ableism from the Avengers around Matt's blindness. None So Blind also does, with the assumption Matt is illiterate. In Double Blind, the Avengers think Daredevil gets blinded in a fight and they try to help with the imagined fallout. Tony's the only one that can see wings in The Winged Soul. BadFinch also has great bookmarks with themes like Secretly!Asexual Tony in grey and other colours; Secretly!Deaf Tony in The More Things Change; Brett assuming Matt's being abused in A New York Cop, Scifigrl47 writes funny and fluffy fics. Three series' they've penned are The Toasterverse; In Which Tony Stark Builds Himself Some Friends (But His Family was Assigned by Nick Fury), and Tales of the Bots. NotEvenCloseToStaight writes lots of WinterIron and Tony/Bucky/Steve fics. Falling has MCU-Tony transported to a BDSM au and falling in love with Stucky. It's Our Pleasure has old-world-protocol sub Tony being rescued by respectful and loving Stucky. The Stories We Write has Tony secretly writing reader-insert fanfiction to deal with falling in love with Stucky. A Valentines Day Rescue has Stucky rescuing Tony from an abusive Ty at a diner. KetchupCrisp You Great Unfinished Symphony has MCU-Tony transported to a different BDSM au where he was the team's sub. They also have a hurt-comfort LittleTony series and a lot of great bookmarks. Nonymos bene castigat series - "Going to a professional Dom may be one of the weirdest things Bucky’s ever done. Especially since this skinny Steve Rogers guy doesn’t really look the part." drawn into something series - Eddie Brock and his bdsm alien foursome. RiotFalling has so many Tony-centric D/s fics. Featuring praise kink, consensual somnophilia, cuddles and aftercare and just generally soft loveliness. They also have great bookmarks.

#fanfic #fandom #fic recs #marvel #iron man

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fangirl94stuff · 2 years ago

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Valentino Arteaga (OM&M)

TINO

'It's a disaster, Alan, what do I do?' I whisper into my phone.

Alan howls with laughter down the other end, 'Oh man this is priceless, what I wouldn't give to be a fly on the wall right now.'

I hang up and decide to phone Aaron, maybe he could help me and anyone was more mature than Alan. Luckily he picks up on the second ring, but it was clear Alan had gotten to him first because he straight up laughs.

'Real mature, this is partly your fault Aaron,' I hiss.

'Babe, are you in there?' y/n calls out, and knocks on the bathroom door, 'are you talking to someone?'

Aaron snorts, 'What did you think would happen when you mixed multiple products together?'

I roll my eyes, 'All three of you were adamant y/n would like yours best so I went with all four including mine and only left them alone for a few minutes.'

y/n knocks again, 'Are you okay Tino?'

'Everything is good y/n, give me a minute,' I reply.

'Don't bother Phil, Alan already messaged him. Why are you stressing out about this anyway?' Aaron asks, sounding calmer than before.

I throw my free hand in the air, 'y/n's been super stressed at work and I wanted to do something nice and they love bubble baths. Now I've ruined everything, and when I open the bathroom door y/n will be even more stressed because they hate mess,' I whisper.

Aaron sighs, 'y/n loves you and will see the sweet gesture you tried. You can both laugh about this one day. Now be a man and open that door. Also, the guys and I will want details later, bye.'

Aaron hangs up.

I put my phone down on the counter, the only free space in the whole room, take a deep breath and unlock the bathroom door. y/n's eyes widen as they take in everything behind me.

'Fucking hell, why are there so many bubbles in there?' y/n asks, face and tone serious.

I shuffle on the spot and swat some bubbles away, 'you really don't want to know y/n.'

y/n's lip twitches, 'you can tell me anything, babe.'

'You've been stressed at work so I wanted to run you a bubble bath but couldn't decide on the scent, so I asked the guys for advice. They told me to use all four bubble soaps, I only left it alone for a few minutes, and then bang so many bubbles.'

y/n's lip turns into a smile and they throw their arms around me, 'You're so thoughtful, I'm so lucky to have you. I love you so much, but maybe next time don't ask the guys for advice.'

y/n then pulls out of the hug and takes out their phone, and poses for a selfie, 'what are you doing?' I ask, very much confused.

y/n laughs, 'Say cheese, Alan wanted proof.'

That cheeky ginger I think wearing a scowl while y/n smiles and takes some photos, he'd already told y/n leaving me to panic. When I next saw him I was going to make him pay for this.

'Why don't we clean this up, enjoy a shower together to relieve both our stresses, order takeout and cuddle on the sofa,' y/n suggests.

The scowl leaves my face and I kiss y/n's forehead, 'that sounds like a much better night to me.'

#Valentino Arteaga #Tino Arteaga #of mice and men tino #om&m tino #valentino arteaga fanfiction #valentino arteaga imagines #om&m imagines #om&m fanfiction #om&m fandom #of mice and men imagines #of mice and men fanfiction #band imagines blog #band imagines #band fanfiction #band fluf #fanfiction #fanfiction blog #tino arteaga imagines #tino arteaga fanfiction

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insomnia-productions · 4 years ago

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I was tagged by @pensivetense. thank you!!

Favourite animated movie: Coraline and Paranorman. When I was 11 I watched Coraline 14 times in one month. I’m obsessed with both movies, and their soundtracks, and the videos LAIKA put out about their stop-motion animation process. Absolutely incredible stuff. ART IS SCIENCE FOLKS. SCIENCE IS ART.

Favourite movie: Hmm hard to pick, but if I go by the ones I rewatch the most... Om Shanti Om and What We Do In The Shadows. Edit: how could I forget Train To Busan?

Favourite song that gives you goosebumps: Literally anything from Hadestown, but specifically How Long?, Doubt Comes In, and that part from Wait For Me II (if you know, you know)

Favourite book: The Picture of Dorian Gray, and probably also A Clockwork Orange just bc of how much it has shaped my life (I read it for the first time when I was 10, which, uh... poor choices all around)

Favourite fanfiction: Harry Potter and the Methods of Rationality. You guys... the intersection of magic and science... I love it so much....

Favourite animal: Snakes!! And also birds! Specifically, my favorite snakes are anacondas (the ones I first fell in love with when I was like 5) and sea kraits (which I saw up close on a night dive). My favorite birds are crows (theyre entering the Stone Age broooo) and magpies (mostly bc i too love shiny things).

Tagging: @m-e-w-666 @justsomerandomgaynerd @pizzazzterbi @one-hell-of-otaku-is-here if y’all want to

#I was tagged ayeeee #me me me #guess thats my 'about me' tag now

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beevean · 3 years ago

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Theorie 1: The plot of Metroid Other M was a fever dream Samus had because after her last missions she got sick by some extraterrestrial space virus. Theorie 2: The events of OM are actually fanfiction, where the writer wrote the characters completely off character. Theorie 3: It's actually a movie where the director used "artistic liberties" in telling the story.

It's a fanfiction written by ADAM during one of Samus' long travels.

She didn't appreciate the joke, but at least they could laugh it off with the knowledge that that drivel would never happen :)

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justsomebandfanfics · 6 years ago

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You’re All I Ever Wanted - Ben Bruce ft. Austin Carlile

Can u do one where you’re dating Austin carlile & you catch him cheating & you go to Ben Bruce (he’s a close friend who u know has feelings for you) and y/n ends up realizing she and Ben were meant to be.

My first piece back in the game! I hope you enjoy, cute & fluffy! - 3,145 words - written by Emma.

Ben pulls up outside of yours and Austin's house.

"Thanks for the lift Ben." You say, gathering your things from his car after what's been an extremely long day spent out with him. You've been to the cinema, out for lunch, even included a little shopping. "I've had a really good time." You add.

"I'm happy you did. Remember, any time you want or need me, to see, to do things with... I'll be here." He shrugs with both of his hands on the wheel.

Leaning over, you cup his chin to give him a thankful peck on the chin. As you do so you feel him inhale a sharp breath and his jaw clench. Afterwards, he bites his lip but smiles briefly.

"I'm sorry..." You murmur, suddenly flooding with instant regret.

"It, it's fine. I don't mind." He drops a hand from the wheel and runs it through his brown hair. "You've got him, and you love him." He swallows hard. "I can deal with that, I'll be on the sidelines waiting, as I always have been." He chuckles, but you can tell it isn't real laughter. "I always will be, too."

"I love you too, Ben. You know that... But..." You lose words.

"You’re with Austin, and you love each other." He builds the words up for you. "It's okay, Y/N. I understand." He places a hand on your thigh and strokes it softly.

You smile thoughtfully at him and trail your fingertips lightly down his arms. "I'll text you later, okay? Maybe sort something out for tomorrow?" You tilt your head.

"You bet." He nods his head with a smile. "Unless Austin says you can't." He says in a joking manner, although recording what happened the other day.

“He won't." You say, you hope. Sometimes, Austin is a little weary/paranoid about yours and Ben’s friendship. It doesn’t bother you much, however, because you know nothing like that would occur.

Opening his car door, you step out, bags in hands. Turning for a brief moment, you wave him off as he starts his car. As soon as he's driven down the road, you walk down yours and Austin's driveway.

Ben has been your best friend for years. Although you've been close, you've never been close in the regards that you've been in a relationship, or anything of that nature.

However, Ben has made it clear that he would want something like that with you. You, on the other hand, are scared, scared that things would mess up and that you'd ruin your friendship. Maybe you two just weren't compatible in that way? Maybe it just wouldn't work? If there ever was to be a breakup you know there wouldn't be any hard feelings, and that Ben would still want to be friends, so would you...

But sometimes... Things don't work that way, unfortunately. Ben was and always has been your best friend, even when you did the more than likely unforgivable - you broke up somebody's marriage.

Austin had a wife - had. Together, you and him demolished it in order for Austin to be with you. Does it make it worse that she was your friend? Was?

Nonetheless, Ben still stood by your side, he said that if it feels right, it must be. He's been protective, as any friend would be. There's been times where he's tried to persuade you to end it with Austin, because he doesn't get that "good feeling" about him. He's always said that "once a cheat, always a cheat". But then... What did that make you?

Fumbling for your keys in your pockets, you eventually find them and click open the door.

It's quiet downstairs, but the lights are on. You dump the bags in your hands to the floor and kick off your shoes. Austin must've gone to bed, you think to yourself.

Or, he might not be home yet. Austin sometimes works late, so it's happened plenty of times before. He can't be, you think as you see his shoes kicked on the floor.

However, you notice an unfamiliar pair of shoes - women's shoes - besides his. Wait... you think as you remove your jacket. Before you're about to hook it on the coats peg, you notice another jacket, another unfamiliar one.

"Austin?" You call out, feeling confused.

Instead of a response, you hear a bump, or bang, coming from upstairs. Your curiosity pulls you towards the sound, and so you march up to the landing, not bothering to call his name out.

You hear the sound of a woman’s giggling and Austin's husky chuckle from your bedroom. The feeling in the pit of your stomach is telling you not to go further, that you won't want to know what's happening through that door.

You take a couple of petite steps, so that you're by the doorway. You can hear the same noises and you swallow hard, feeling nauseous all of the sudden. But your brain makes your body step forward, closer and closer until you'd wish you'd listened to your stomach.

In your bed you can see Austin underneath the covers and a clear outlining of a woman with him. You fold your arms, punishing yourself with what you see.

You cough loudly, trying to mask the feeling of sickness in your tummy, feeling the need to be seen.

Sudden realisation comes to the two and they stop. Austin draws back the covers and you flick the light switch on. You don't bother to see who he's in bed with; you didn't need to hurt yourself anymore than you know you already will.

There's dead silence.

"I, uh...” You stammer. “I’ll be getting my things in the morning.” You say quietly, doing your best to conceal the tears.

Turning around quickly, you have no hesitation in going the exact same way you came. You go down the stairs and grab your coat, slip your shoes on as if everything is normal.

But it isn't. And you know it isn't, but it's better to pretend and leave looking like the heartless person you wish you was.

You hear the staggering of Austin, rushing out of the bedroom and down the stairs after you. "Y/N, I-"

"Save it." You interrupt, holding up a hand.

He goes quiet.

You grab your phone and don't mess around, you slam the door straight behind you.

You walk down the driveway, no anger blasting from your mouth, but you're left alone with your thoughts. You deserve it, you knew he was like this, but you persisted that he was somehow going to be different with you.

You should've known better, it's how you and him got together in the first place: by destroying his previous marriage. But you were in love, that's what your excuse was. And you thought he was too... But clearly that isn't the case.

Ben told you, he warned you. He told you that cheats will always be cheats, and that someone who had no issue with dumping a wife for another woman would always have no issues with dumping that woman for another. You didn't believe him, of course.

You thought Austin loved you, that you two were in love, that that's the reason he left her. Or was it because he was everything Ben said he was? An egotistical airhead who's actions and thoughts revolve around him? The selfish asshole who cares about nobody but himself? Clearly, you answer your rhetorical questions in your mind.

You know the one place your will be welcome that certainly isn't your home: Ben's house. You call his number, awaiting a response. He answers almost immediately.

"Y/N?" He says. "I've just gotten home, what's up?" You even hear him slamming his car door.

"C-can you get me? P-please." You try to keep everything together over the phone.

Ben knows. No questions asked, he accepts, "Sure thing, of course. Are you by yours?"

"Yes." You answer, throat becoming dry.

Hanging up, you wait patiently, clinging to a street lamp pole outside of your own house. Ben will be here soon, is all you think to reassure you, everything will be okay.

As soon as you see his car, you stand by the pavement. Without a word, you slip in to his passenger seat. He looks at you, seeing your obvious forlorn expression, but doesn’t say anything as you turn away to face the window.

At first, he drives back to his in silence. Although the air is heavy with questions, Ben doesn't ask. It's one of the things you liked about him - he never persisted and waited for you to feel ready to tell him things. But it was so... Embarrassing... You think to yourself. He's everything Ben said, everything.

"Austin's cheated on me." You break the silence. "Or has been. I don't know." You admit in defeat.

All those long working hours... Was he really working?

Ben slows his car down. "What?" He turns to you. "You mean-"

"You was right, yeah." You swallow hard. "I, uh, don’t really know anything but... I just found him with someone else. I didn’t stay to ask.”

"Oh, Y/N." You feel him looking at you.

Turning, you see his eyes setting on yours. His head is tilted, and he's attempting a half smile, but not a cocky one. Not a smug expression as if he's thinking "I knew he would do this"... But possibly a sympathetic one... He looks at you as if he's saying "sorry, you deserve better".

His hand rests on your thigh and the other is on the wheel. With his thumb, he strokes your leg. Surprisingly, it's comforting.

The rest of the journey is quiet, but you feel okay. You don't feel anger burning inside of you, perhaps just like you want to burst into tears, but you sit there, content.

With no more than a few words, you walk through Ben's front door together.

"Wanna go to bed?" Ben asks, looking at you with his kind eyes. Nodding your head, he happily leads you up, switching on/off lights as he goes.

As you walk into his bedroom, he turns on the bedside lamp, giving the room a yellowy glow as he doesn't bother to switch the light on.

"How about we get you in something a little more comfortable, hm?" Ben asks, just as he has every other time you've slept at his.

You nod as he walks over to his wardrobe, picking out a shirt for you.

"Here we go." He says, pulling out a black AC DC top and walking over to you. "This should be just fine." He holds it up to you with a smile.

"Thank you." You reply, grateful, wearing a smile.

"You're very welcome." Ben says to you, turning away as you start to take your t-shirt off.

He never looked at you in a sexual way or tried to take advantage, he just wanted you to be comfortable, which puts you at ease as you slide into the band tee and hop into his bed. You kick off your jeans before snuggling down.

Ben sits on the side of his bed, ensuing you're comfy, tucking you up securely. He stokes your cheek with a smile. "You ready for me to love you and leave you?" He tilts his head.

Ben had never shared the bed with you; he thought it may be disrespectful in case Austin ever found out. Austin was prone to jealousy and didn't like you hanging out with Ben as much as you did, you'd like to think he was protective but sometimes he got pretty controlling.

Sometimes he pushed you to your limit, where you would lie and say you're at a friend's. However, both Ben and you knew that nothing would take place if you did share a bed. You were loyal to your relationship as Ben was to your friendship. Neither of you ever tried to break boundaries.

"Yeah." You murmur to him, rolling to your side, not feeling prepared for the night alone.

Ben is about to leave the room, until you call his name. "Yeah?" He asks, leaning on the door frame.

"Would you..." You huff, feeling embarrassed. “Would you mind staying in here tonight?” You ask in a gentle tone.

Ben subtly frowns. "In the bed?" He usually slept on the couch.

"Mhm." You nod your head. "I, I just want to feel... not alone." You say.

Ben made you feel like home, like you were protected from all the bad things. You didn't want him to leave.

"If you'd like me to, of course." He steps back into his bedroom.

You nod, not feeling the need to say anything else.

Wandering round to the other side of the bed, you hear him kick off his shoes and toss his jacket to the side. You don't pay close attention, but you watch him reach for the corners on his own shirt and pull it over his head. He undoes his belt, adding it to the pile of clothes he's removed.

"You wouldn't mind me taking off my jeans, would you?" He asks, always wanting you to consent to everything.

"It's fine." You ensure. You've seen him in his boxers enough times, but you guess this is under different circumstances.

He slides into bed, leaving a space to divide you. You roll over and look at him, resting on your own forearm that’s placed on his pillow. The smell of another man’s cologne, albeit only Ben’s, is peculiar.

“I don’t believe it.” You murmur, not being able to stare at him in the eyes.

He knows immediately what I’m referring to. “I know,” he replies softly. “But it will be okay, I promise.” He reaches and places a hand on your side, squeezing you.

“I don’t have anything.” You scoff, thinking of all of your items being held in his house. “Everything of mine is there... I don’t... have anywhere else to go, Ben. I don’t know what I’m going to do.” You try to keep your tears at bay, rubbing your head onto the soft pillow.

“You have here, with me.” Ben replies, looking at you with intent. “You can stay here, Y/N. For... however long you like. I won’t have you struggling for places to sleep when you could be here.”

You close the gap and you lay on your back and tug him closer to you. “Thank you.” You say appreciatively. “But, this is your flat. It has one bedroom, all of your things in it. You don’t want me waltzing in here with all of my clutter.” You add, your lack of confidence in yourself becoming obvious.

“Your clutter, is probably a lot nicer than half of the shit I own.” Ben laughs softly in response.

You shake your head. “If we lived together, you would see what I’m really like. You... would discover my stupid annoying habits, get fed up of me, I don’t know.” You mumble, your insecurities showing.

“I love your annoying habits.” Ben replies, grinning. “Like that stupid thing you do when you’re thinking and you stick your hair in your mouth. It’s gross, yeah, but I don’t view you any differently.” He continues, making you smile. “I’ll get a sofa bed for the living room, sleep there. It wouldn’t bother me at all.”

“I don’t want to take this all from you... Just because, because I’ve been dumb and have got myself stuck in a shit situation.” You mumble, feeling ashamed of your own poor life choices. “How... how didn’t I know that that would be what would happen? I’m so, so stupid.”

“Your not stupid.” Ben contradicts. “You... love him.”

“Loved, loved.” You correct, hoping that if you say it it will make it true.

Ben strokes your face, looking at you with a soft smile that’s laced with sympathy. “You overlooked his flaws because you loved him, that’s not stupid, Y/N.”

“Well then... how come you don’t have any flaws? How come you’re all nice and... perfect and stuff.” You blubber, wondering how there’s men like Ben out there who would never dream of doing something so stupid, yet every man you bump into it’s at the top of their agenda.

“I...” Ben shuffles, sitting up. “Have plenty. Just like you and your hair chewing, I leave clumps of hair I pull from my hairbrush around the house. Just wait until you see that.”

You smile into his pillow, admiring the way he improves your mood even though you’ve landed yourself in the worst situation imaginable. “Why are you so nice to me?”

“Because...” He shrugs in return. “You don’t deserve to feel like shit because of someone else’s wrong-doing. I know that you know this, but... I love you, so much, Y/N. I want to and will always do my best to make sure that you are okay.”

You look at him, the faint yellow glow of the bedside lamp making him look all-that-bit more amazing. You knew Ben was lovely, kind and the best person in the world that you could have stand beside you, but in this moment you realised, shit, he is totally beautiful.

“You know...” You murmur, struggling to find the words. “I love you too, right?” You push some hair behind your ear. “That I’ve always loved you from the second I first saw you, and just knew that we were supposed to be friends.”

“Friends,” He nods back at you. “Yeah.”

“But what if I told you that maybe, this is more than that? Maybe as well as overlooking Austin’s flaws, I overlooked our... relationship?” You frown, hoping that you make sense. “Because I’m looking at you right now, and... you’re all I want.” You smile faintly, hoping he reciprocates it. “Do you know what I mean?”

You watch the way his smile grows, and how his eyes beam back at you. Slowly, he moves a hand to your chin, cupping your face. He draws you closer to his face, before slowly pressing your lips together. For a moment, you freeze, wondering if you are really willing to cross the line over your friendship.

But suddenly, everything seems to fall into place. You relax in his grasp, moving with the flow of his body, sinking into his touch. You begin to kiss him back and an overwhelming feeling of serenity hits you, making you feel calm, making you feel like you’re at home.

He kisses you softly, his lips gently pulling at yours, causing your head to move with his. Although the moment draws by slowly, it’s phenomenal. Pressing his weight into you, your body sinks into his mattress, surrounding your senses with the sight and smell of him.

Once he finally pulls away from you, he looks at you admirably.

“Y/N,” he breathes quietly. “You’re all I’ve ever wanted.”

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