#plz don't come after me for the french

[rhys-writes-some-shit]

"Sing to Me?"

Alastor x Reader (QP)

Yawning, you trudged out of the bathroom, drying your hair loosely with a towel. You were warm from your shower and the filling meal you'd had a little while earlier. Alastor was probably the best chef you knew, a fact you were extremely proud of. Even if your preferred form of protein was banned from the hotel premises, Alastor was always able to make do with what he had.

Despite it being late at night, you grabbed your laptop (a very rare, not VoxTech one) to work on some paperwork. You'd promised your boss to get these spreadsheets done, and you weren't one to shirk on your promises. Yawning again, you tuned your old-fashioned radio before settling down with your laptop. The radio had been a gift from Alastor. Many late nights had been spent listening to his broadcasts. They'd always been a comfort, even before you'd signed a contract with him.

Some light jazz filtered through the static, one of your favorite songs. Alastor knew you were listening. Smiling lightly, you started typing away.

The music was occasionally interrupted by a bloodcurdling scream or a sharp whimper. Your smile never left, humming along while Alastor had his fun. Part of you was vaguely aware that the radio show was now being broadcast all throughout Hell, that you didn't even need the radio, but you liked it, so it stayed on.

The spreadsheets were simple enough. With the radio in the background, you were able to focus just enough that the job came naturally. In the back of your mind, you started going over the next day’s schedule.

You'd ended up zoning out while you typed, not even noticing how the radio switched to static and then turned off by itself.

A single knock preceded Alastor's entrance, enough to break you from your thoughts. You were quick to notice the faint blood splatter on the sole of Alastor’s shoes, the only evidence of his previous activities.

“My dear, you know how I abhor those vile machines,” Alastor reprimanded, walking and starting to subconsciously organize your room. A chair was pushed in, a painting adjusted so it was even, the bottom drawer of your dresser lightly closed.

“Yeah, yeah.” You grinned to yourself. “I need it to do my job, Al. Besides, do you have any idea how hard it is to find a piece of electronic equipment that's not created by VoxTech?”

“All the more reason to get rid of it.” Alastor walked over to the window and stared out at it. He was a little lost in thought himself, it would seem.

Typing a line, you said, “I liked your broadcast.”

“I'm glad.”

He was quiet. Something was wrong. Your grin died down, pushing your laptop to the side. Alastor’s smile was still there, but dimmer. Sadder.

“Al? You okay?”

“Nothing to concern yourself with, dearest,” Alastor replied, a slight edge in his voice.

You wanted to push. To get him to talk to you. But you knew it wouldn't be worth it. If anything, he'd just get upset or shut down more.

“You know, sometimes I wonder what would've happened if we'd met while we were alive,” You said nonchalantly. “I mean, obviously that would've been impossible in the first place, considering I wasn't even born when you died, but I just wonder about it.”

“What a ridiculous thing to wonder about!” Alastor laughed a little. “As you said, it would have been impossible. And why think about being alive when we have all of death to enjoy?” His tone lightened a bit. “There is so much entertainment to be had! Life was quite dull, comparably.”

You wondered for a moment, trying to figure out where to lead the conversation. “Where did you live, when you were alive? You already know where I lived when I was alive, it's only fair I know where you lived.”

Alastor’s grin softened a bit, still sad, but with a hint of happiness in there. Nostalgia, if you had to guess. “New Orleans, Louisiana. I lived there with my mother. I had a delightful job as a radio host.”

“You're still a radio host,” you teased playfully. “What was it like, back then?”

“Ah, it was… entertaining.” He didn't say anything more, lost in thought as he leaned on his cane. You were vaguely aware that you were the only person who ever saw him like this. Alastor wore his smile like armor, guarding himself with a nonchalant facade, but very rarely, behind closed doors, the guard would fall, just for a little while.

Just as you were about to open your mouth to ask another question, Alastor spoke, “You seem quite tired, my dear. Maybe it is time we part ways for the evening.”

Pressing your lips together, you knew he was right. You really should be getting to bed, but you were worried about Alastor. You hadn't seen him like this before, so it was impossible to guess what he'd do once he was alone.

“You really should learn to hide your emotions better.” Alastor turned suddenly, chucking to himself. “There is nothing to worry about, darling. I am perfectly fine.”

“Yeah, you say that, but for some reason I don't believe you.” Stifling a yawn, you gave Alastor a look.

“Now, now, don't be like that.” Alastor came and sat on the edge of the bed, using his magic to set the laptop on top of the dresser. “What can I do to convince you to sleep?”

Leaning back, you thought for a moment. When the idea hit you, your face flushed with embarrassment for a moment, but you swallowed the anxiety. He did ask, after all.

“Sing to me?”

Alastor laughed, causing you to glare. “Again with the ridiculous ideas!” When your face fell subconsciously, Alastor hesitated.

When he didn't say anything, you accepted the fact that it was a ridiculous request. Assuming he'd leave the room on his own accord, you used your magic to turn out the lights as you slid under the covers of your bed. You never did get all those spreadsheets done like you'd wanted.

“Parlez-moi d’amour.”

Alastor’s slightly-static-filled voice was quiet. His eyes faintly glowed in the dark and you watched him with wide eyes.

“Redites-moi des choses tendres.”

Smiling softly, you sank into the bed, closing your eyes and allowing Alastor’s comforting voice to wash over you.

“Votre beau discours /

“Mon cœur n'est pas las de l'entendre /

“Pourvu que toujours /

“Vous répétiez ces mots suprêmes /

“Je vous aime.”

((The song))

[byechristopher]

chris x squirter gf plz ♥️

keep going. [+18]

– Chris Sturniolo smut.

chris x squirter!gf.

Author's note: you ask and you shall receive. Didn't think about it before this request but shit, that is hot. I hope you enjoy, lovelies. ♡ Don't copy/steal my work. :)

Warnings: smut smut smut. Just pure filth. Long. Praise kink, squirter gf, don't know what else. Minors dni. Bye.

"Hey, cutie." I smile even though she can't see me through the phone, "I'm okay, how are you? Everything okay with the date?" I ask her. I am on the bed (I'm pretty sure she is, too), laying on my back and I close my eyes.

I can feel myself getting a little cold and I remind myself I am only in my underwear and a simple, thin white top. Not even wearing socks. Shit. I am a little too comfortable to move and I know Chris is taking a shower so, I just stay like this for a while, still talking to my friend.

I don't know how long it's been but me and my friend have talked about 55 different topics and I completely forget Chris is even home. So when I feel soft lips on my leg, I am a little caught off guard – I open my eyes to see Chris. His hair is still wet, water dripping down his body, he is wearing gray sweatpants. I can see his smile as he slowly trails kisses up my leg, all the way up to my thigh.

"I know right.." I try to keep my voice as normal as possible, although I can barely breath as he moves to the other leg. I'm not sure if I hear what my friend actually says.

Chris massages my thighs as he makes himself comfortable in between my legs. Droplets of water fall from his hair and land on my skin but his kisses make sure to keep me warm. He wraps his arms around my thighs and leans closer to where I need him the most – he rubs the tip of his nose against my panties and I try to supress a moan. He grins and places a soft kiss on the fabric. Then he sticks his tongue out and I almost lose it.

"Yeah.. no.. I mean, I guess?" I don't know what the fuck I am saying, all I know is that my boyfriend is fucking french-kissing me down there and I am dripping for him. I hang up as soon as possible and let out a groan.

"Why do you always do this to me?" I whine as I push my phone to the side (of course making sure it is switched off, just in case), spreading my legs a little wider to make room for him.

"Do what, babe?" he hums and continues locking me down there with my panties still on.

"Teasing me when I'm talking on the phone." I glace at him and he gives me an innocent smile back.

"Mhmm sorry pretty, want me to make it up to you?" his smile is always there, even when he hooks his fingers around my panties, slowly pushing them down.

"You better." I groan and as I am about to spread my legs again, he keeps my thighs together and pushes my legs so that my knees touch my chest. My panties are resting on the back of my knees and I can't see him in this position, but I can feel my pussy dripping.

"Shit, you're already making a mess, baby." he whispers before spreading those lips down there, taking my clit in his mouth, licking it hungrily. He slowly pushes his tongue inside of me and my hand immediately reaches behind my legs, finding his hair and grabbing a fistful of it.

"Please, you've tortured me enough today." I moan as he keeps slowly fucking me with his warm, wet tongue.

"Mhmm, that's true." he keeps his voice quiet and after placing a little kiss on my pussy, he sits up and grabs my panties, finally taking them off completely and throwing them to the other side of the room.

He gets up and I follow him with my eyes, trying to think of what he's doing instead of just fucking me already. I stay quiet, though. He sits on the armchair that is right next to them bed and motions me to come over – a little confused, I do as he says.

"I need to fuck you here, like this, I need to see you bouncing on me."

That's the thing about Chris – he could be the most playful, sweetest, smiley person but then, he says something like this when we have sex and I completely lose it. He's such a dirty-talker, I love him.

I immediately grin at his thought, but before I do exactly that, I get on my knees to take his dick in my mouth, after pushing his gray sweatpants down a bit, not taking them off though. He groans, throwing his head back and I place my hand on his chest, rubbing his skin as I continue to move my head up and down in a slow pace. My hand travels up to his throat and he immediately grabs my wrist, pushing his head forward to look at me with a look full of lust. He grabs the hand that's still on his throat and brings him close to his mouth, taking three of my fingers inside of it and I feel myself getting wetter. He sucks on these three fingers and then pushes my hand down, indirectly telling me to rub his dick with my hand.

"You taste so good." I groan and keep moving my hand as I place a soft kiss on the tip of his cock.

Then, abruptly, he pushes my hand away and grabs my shoulders, making me stand up and taking my shirt off, now leaving me completely naked. He grips my waist, fingers digging in my sides, and he kisses my belly gently before turning me around. My back is now facing him and as I feel him pushing me down to basically sit on his lap, my breath gets stuck in my throat.

"Pretty girl. I've been thinking about you all day." he whispers and I can feel him rubbing the tip of his cock against my pussy. He finds the entrance and without wasting any other time, he pushes me down on his dick. I scream.

"Fucking.. Chris.." my feet are on the ground, knees are bent, body slightly forward with my hands on his thighs and my ass pressed against him.

"Baby, shit.." he moans and leans forward to place a kiss on my back, hands caressing my thighs.

I know he's not moving to make sure I am okay and adjusting, so I take matters to my own hands and support myself on his thighs, starting to move my hips back and forth. He moans and I can almost hear his smile as he leans back again and grips my hips. He starts moving me up and down on him and I can't stop the loud noises that come out of my mouth.

"Babe.. you're fucking wet.. and so warm.. shit." one of his hands rests on my lower back and then drags itself up all the way up to the nape of my neck. He grabs it and pushes me forward, making me arch my back and perk my ass, as he lifts his hips to fuck me like this.

"Chris.. Chris.. yes! Like this.." I moan as he speeds up, his thrusts now becoming faster, rougher. His hands go back to my ass, squeezing it and slapping it, before grabbing it again and guiding me all the way down so he's balls-deep.

"Come on, pretty. Bounce on my dick, I wanna see you fuck yourself on it." he moans and slaps my ass again.

With my hands on his knees now, I start practically jumping up and down on him, his dick filling me up, "mhmm, I can feel you.. so deep.." I moan, bouncing on his cock, my ass slapping against his skin.

"Shit, shit.." he hums and wraps an arm around my waist, his hand moving up to my breast to pinch and tug on my nipple as his other hand goes down to my pussy, his middle finger rubbing my clit in circle motions.

"Chris! Please!" my moans start to get louder but he keeps the same pace.

"What is it, beautiful? Do you want to cum? All over my dick?" I am lost in the pleasure but I know he's smirking.

"Please." I want to cry from the overstimulation, he's been teasing me all day long and I didn't cum all day.

"Mhmm, I'm not done with you, baby. Get up." he says and I whine because I knew it. I keep moving my hips desperately and he smacks my ass. I groan and slowly take his dick out, getting up and turning around to face him. I am a mess.

He doesn't waste much time this once and immediately pulls me into his lap so that I'm straddling his thighs, guiding his cock to where my entrance is and pushes all the way inside me again. I grab his shoulders and start moving my hips, throwing my head back. He takes one of my nipples in his mouth, sucking on it and I look at him, seeing that he hasn't taken his eyes off of my face.

"Like it when I fuck you like this, baby? When I make you mine, over and over again?" he whispers against the skin that's in between my breasts and continues to thrust inside of me roughly.

"I'm.. Chris.. I– please.." I actually feel a tear running down my cheek from all the pleasure and he smiles, grabbing my ass with one hand and rubbing my clit with the other. I lose it.

"It's okay, baby. Don't hold back. I am going to let you cum this time." he hums and places kisses all over me. I want to cry happy tears. A sigh of relief leaves my lips and I lean forward, placing my lips against his, my tongue searching for his immediately. He kisses me hungrily, his dick moving inside of me and his thumb still rubbing circles on my clit.

Then, something weird happens. I can feel a wave of pleasure desperately searching for release, but it's not quite the usual one. It's as if it's something.. more. Something that I have no control over whatsoever.

"Chr.. Chris.." I stutter because I can feel my whole body shaking, trembling.

"You feel it, baby, hm? Are you going to cum all over me?" his thumb presses a little harder against my clit and he thrusts into me faster, "are you going to make me wet, too?" he says and I literally scream, my fingers digging in his chest, "cum, beautiful. Cum."

That's all it takes for me to lift myself up quickly, taking his dick out as he squeezes my ass to keep me closer and keeps rubbing my pussy to keep me going – I let out another loud moan/scream and with my body fully trembling now, I finally let go, my juices coming out of me like water, "fuck, baby yes, that's it" I can hear him say and I can feel him cumming with me but I'm still going and he's now fully covered in my juices, from his chest, to his cock, to his sweatpants.

Utterly exhausted, I let my body fall on his, not caring that we're both covered in cum and sweat. His arms wrap around me carefully, making me curl up on his lap and placing little kisses on my head.

"Baby, you okay?" he mutters, his voice hoarse.

I just nod reassuringly and curl up even more against him. He strokes my hair and grabs one of my hands that's resting on his chest, placing little kisses on my fingers, my palm, everywhere.

"Sorry for making a mess, I didn't know.. you know." I whisper, my eyes closed – I'm tired.

"I love you so much, babe. So much." he hugs my head and rests his chin on it, "you're beautiful."

"I love you too." I place a little kiss on his chest.

"I know. Now, come on. Let's go get cleaned up." he picks me up and I chuckle, hugging him, "also, I didn't know you were a squirter. How much hotter can you get?" he teases and I whine, hitting his chest – he laughs, I laugh too.

[mysticficti0n]

All my attention Part 5

warnings- swearing, drinking, protectiveness, so much flirting

words- 4k

If you'd like to read the previous parts → All my attention series

a/n- so if you're new here I am British and cannot speak any German, I speak a little French, Spanish and Italian but German- no. I also do not trust Google translate so this is gonna be like an avatar thing (if you've seen the newest one Jake says that their language just became normal or something along those lines) so in reality this is all in German, you as a reader know German but, its wrote in English... make sense? no... well, sorry this part has taken a while-

(also would anyone want to be on a tallest?? plz put if you'd like to ♥︎)

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backstory- you are the 5th member of Tokio Hotel and you always thought the love was equally platonic between you and a certain guitarist... but what if that all changed?

I stood in my room ferreting through my clothes to find something to wear for the interview which was coming a lot faster than I thought, I decided on a army green booty skirt with a cream belt, a white tank top, gold jewellery and my hair tied back in a bun, my make up was pretty usual besides my red lips lined in black but I mean if I can pull it off- why not?

Hurriedly I grabbed my shoes, deciding on my chunky platforms and a purse holding lip gloss, lip liner, spray, my phone, a pen and keys. The boys and their families went home after breakfast around 10 meaning we could all spend time with our families for a few hours, the Kaulitz' left a little later as being our neighbours they didn't have much of a drive to get home. Gordon, the twins step dad agreed to driving us 3 to the studio while Georg drove him and Gustav as they lived near to each other

"Y/n sunshine! Tom is out side" my mom called from the bottom of the stairs

"okay!" I shouted back and came storming down the stairs, I saw my mom's eyes light up and a smile decorate her already beautiful face "like it?" I twirled

"You look wonderful! oh my- Martin get in here look at our daughter!" she called getting my dad in who was holding Stella "look!"

"Baba look pretty!" Stella grinned

"she does doesn't she, we'll be watching tonight sweetheart" with 3 quick kisses I ran out the house waving goodbye and Tom laughed as I stumbled down the step

"shut up look at the size of these I'm not exactly gain" I huffed steading myself, I looked up and saw the boy handing is arm which I gladly took to get down and jump the wall dividing our house

"we need your help- well I need your help, Bill wants your opinion on his fit but I don't know what to wear so I’m more important" Tom sighed, at the moment he was just in a wife beater and jorts, his dreads in a mess around his head "and- I need to show you something"

"well lets go then!" we hurried into the house and Bill was sipping a coke and smiled seeing me walk through

"Y/N YES LOOK AT YOU!" he snapped his fingers as I model stepped in, 'flipping' my hair and blowing a kiss "alright what about me?" he was in a black leather jacket, matching black skinny jeans, a Dimond skull belt and chains around his neck, hair on end (in a good way) and a deep smokey eye

"absolutely- I fucking love it!" he smiled getting all giddy "bad bitch vibes- or a good fuckable emo, either really" the boy blushed wrapping me in a hug

"okay go help useless over here now" I rolled my eyes and followed the other Kaulitz up the stairs to his room where clothes were dropped everywhere

"so... what happened?' I asked seeing him shrug "right well... these jeans- dark denim is a look then, where's your green and yellow cap?" I asked seeing him pull a draw open full of at least 50 hats

"what head thing?" he spoke opening the draw above "black?" I nodded opening his wardrobe and pulling a yellow and dark green print, white back shirt out (this is the fits)

"here, change" I spoke seeing him pull his vest off and quickly put the new shirt over, he was finally done fixing individual strands of hair in his ponytail and sprayed a dark smelling cologne on "okay that looks GOOD" I complemented seeing a smile form on his lips

"oh I can show you the thing now" he laughed walking into the hall and bring a small box back in "look I'm proposing!" he got onto his knee holding the said box

"oh Tom-" I played pretending to wipe my eyes "I do!" he shoved me away and opened the box revealing a small ring- gold and had our band logo engraved in it "holy shit! thats amazing!" I called pulling the ring out "do we all have one" the boy excitedly nodded pulling his hand up showing a bigger and chunkier version

"mom got them for us 5, they're so cool" I nodded admiring the metal around my finger "Bill's and Gustav's are in silver as they prefer it"

"god I love your mom" I sighed happily standing up and walking into the hall "THANK YOU SIMMY!" her laugh filled the hall followed by a 'no problem doll'

"KIDS COME ON WE NEED TO GO!" Gordons voice echoed from down stairs and in great style and slow steps me and Tom got into the car, in the backseat as Bill was first in "we have to hurry up its already 25 past" he grumbled starting the engine

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"Welcome to the red seats- Tokio Hotel!" our interviewer names Karter Male introduced, monsoon began playing in the background followed by many screams, Bill was pushed on first closely followed by the rest of us and as we all came into view the noise only got louder "ahah welcome!" we all smiled waving to the people

"hi!" we laughed, Bill was closest to the table followed by Tom, me Georg and Gustav who were relaxing back into the seats "thank you for having us" Bill began

"no its our pleasure, so would you like to introduce yourselves for the people who don't know you all?" we nodded and looked to our lead singer

"oh- I'm Bill Kaulitz, lead singer on Tokio Hotel"

"Hey, I'm Tom Kaulitz, his brother also older by ten minuets and I play electric guitar for Tokio Hotel"

"hello, I'm Y/n Y/l/n, the backing singer for Tokio Hotel" I herd a wolf whistle come from the audience causing me to giggle "thank you" but the boy to the left of me face dropped but I tried to ignore his mood

"evening, I'm Georg Listing and I play bass for Tokio Hotel"

"hi I'm Gustav schäfer and i play drums for Tokio Hotel" claps filled the room and the interviewer grinned

"so now we know you recently got back from doing a mini-tour sort of thing right?" murmurs of 'yes' and 'yeah' ran through us five until Bill started talking

"yesterday actually, we did our last show in the afternoon and all went back to Y/n's parents house for the night and seeing our families was a massive relief as we hadn't seen them in weeks"

"thats wonderful, well going back onto your small tour we herd in Tier that there was a new song? and its was sang by Y/n, can you tell us little about that?" Karter looked to me and I looked to the boys who gave me the nod

"of course, it's called 'Don't jump' and it has so much meaning and I mean nobody has all day to listen to me ramble but its from when I was in a very dark place due to privet things and instead of being sad 24/7 I made it into lyrics and I finally performed it in Tier, I think next shows when we play it Bill will sing as he's much better than I am" I laughed hearing the crow 'aw' at me "but yeah its a beautiful song- not to blow my own horn or anything" The interview carried on and the boys getting asked different thing then turned to the 'public questions'

"so we've had a few questions from your adoring fans who will be watching from home, this one is for all of you actually- from Hallie, 15, she said 'hello Tokio Hotel, my question is- are you all single or seeing people?' so?" I watched as Georg and Gustav nodded their heads saying 'yes we are' Tom and Bill also but then I remembered I hadn't come out publicly about my spilt yet

"yeah we all are" I spoke hearing a gasp but quickly brushed it off

"well erm... next question for Tom from Suzana 'Hey Tom, I was wondering if you have a type?'" the audience laughed as the guitarist became a little tense, scratching his neck

"well.. if you're pretty and have a nice smile I don't have a issue" girls in the crowd cheered and a blush covered his cheeks, I patted his shoulder to which he looked back to me pulling his lips taught as if to say 'what the fuck'

"right, our next questions will be from the audience!, so let's start" we watched a runner hop up the stairs to a smiling blonde girl who was wearing a tour shirt

"Hi! I'm Rebecca and I have a question for Gustav!" we watched as the boys eyes lit up and a smile spread on his face "I was wondering what your favourite song- out side of the band- is to play?" that was surprisingly quite a nice question

"oh erm... I like quite rock sorta music so probably Nirvana?" she thanked him and blew a kiss to which his cheeks only got redder, the runner went to another girl, smaller and younger looking with brown piggytails

"hello... I'm Francine and I have a question for Y/n" my eyes softened seeing her nervousness

"lets hear it!" I grinned

"I- I was wondering whats your favourite colour and why? because I think you look beautiful in green and purple!" she giggled making me pout at her sweetness, Tom was smiling at me as I held my heart

"aw thank you Francine thats so nice of you, I'd say my favourite colour is... baby yellow though I never wear it, my mom calls me sunshine and that colour reminds me of her" the girl said her thanks and the questions continued

"so this will be our last question for Tokio Hotel tonight as our show is near an end!" Karter spoke pointing to the camera and it spun to the last fan

"hey guys! I love you all so much by the way- but my question is for Tom and Y/n" me and the boy looked to each other then back to the brunette "I'm guessing you've seen the ships between you on social media?" being the only girl in a group of 4 boys sometimes came with it's downsides, those being 'shipped' with all of them and people making up rumours "the most common being that you two secretly love each other, well I was wondering if any part of that was true?" I let my laugh slip but Tom's brows furrowed

"yes I do love Y/n, she's one of the most important people in my life of course but the way people make us out is completely wrong- she's like a sister I mean she may as well be related to me and Bill we've know each other since we were what born?" I nodded listening to his words but I couldn't help but know that everything the fans imagined wasn't completely wrong.. and he knew that too

"yeah like he said we love each other but its platonic!" I added seeing the crowd sigh at the disappointment

"you'd make a good couple though" Karter added "you'd be the hottest new thing since people like Ashton Kutcher and Demi Moore" I rolled my eyes at the words but Tom seemed to like the idea and shoved me with his elbow "thats all we have time for folks, thank you Tokio Hotel for being here tonight! bye!" we all waved and the crowd applauded, the lights dimmed meaning we all had to go backstage.

"he's gonna come back here in a second to have photos with you guys so if you'd like to wait in the dressing room please feel free!" a runner smiled looking to us pointing up the hall, we all walked into the air conditioned room and fell onto the matching red sofas from set

"that was I think the most comfortable interview we've ever done" I spoke scratching my head, fixing my hair. Tom scoffed folding his arms "what? don't you guys agree?"

"I think he was playing favourites all the way through" Bill spoke opening a water "but yeah it was fine"

"I agree" Georg added, I personally didn't know what their issue was but I mean they are edgy, angry teen boys anything ticked them off. we sat in silence until the door opened with Karter smiling widely at the five of us

"Ah Tokio Hotel- thank you for tonight it went beautifully! shall we take some photos?" he asked fixing his suit jacket as we all stood "perfect, follow me" he instructed going out the door, Bill grabbed the door before It slammed into us all and held it open nodding his head allowing me first to which I whispered a quick thank you and slipped through following the man "okay so erm.. shall we have twins next to me, then Y/n on this side with Gustav and Georg" we all lined up in front of the photographer who was bending with a camera

"3...2..1" he spoke clicking the button and a flash blared our eyes "grate, we'll get a few more" he spoke fixing his position

"so what did you think of the interview guys?" Karter asked looking to his side "fun?" his hand which was now on the small of my back jolted slightly

"ah yeah it was nice we were just saying" I answered as the boys stayed silent "the people who asked the questions were so sweet" the photos continued and so did his hand, slowly his hand went my hip, thigh and then as he moved it to my ass I pulled away "were not doing that" I quickly spoke pulling my own hand away from being behind him

"sorry- its very inviting!" his eyes narrowed looking down and back up to me

"we're fucking done-" Bill started walking out the room and going to the exit door followed by Georg and Gustav as he shouted curses

"Y/n come on" Tom grabbed my arm shoving the man out the way "she's fucking 17 you prick" I didn't get a look at the man after that before Tom was yanking me through the doors out the building to the car where his step-dad was stood "were going straight home"

"Bill went with the lads" Gordon pointed as Georg's car pulled from the space with a roar of the engine "come on we need to be quick the meal is in like an hour and a half"

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"hey darlings how was the interview?" Simone asked as we went into the Kaulitz' house "it looked good"

"we're never going on that show again" Tom murmured walking to the kitchen and grabbing a drink from the fridge "fucking looking Y/n up and down like she was someone to hook up with"

"what!" Simone started looking to me "are you okay sweetheart?" I nodded my head realising what Tom said

"anyways I need to shower" the twin grumbled walking up the stairs "Y/n I need you first" he shouted back down the stairs

"oh okay- sorry Simmy I'll be back" she smiled turning back to the tv as I made my way up the stairs to the boys room where I could here him shuffling about saying things to himself "Tom?" I walked in to see him standing at his mirror top off and belt half way undone

"shut the door" I did as he said looking at him oddly, I turned and shut the door behind my self and looked back to him "you didn't see what he was doing that whole interview did you?" I shook my head no "right well we all did, he was trying to see up your skirt- stared right at your tits, lips, eyes, legs- everything" I felt a lump in my throat as his brown eyes became darker looking at me "and no man can do that to you-" I nodded stepping over to him and wrapping my arms around him hiding my face in his color bone

"well though I fucking hate that- I'm okay don't get worked up okay? this sounds so cringy but he can't touch me like that ever again either because I'll brake his wrist" Tom looked down to me with a small smile spreading along his lips as he played with his lip piercing

"yeah nobody can ever fucking touch you there" I rolled my eyes seeing his eyes go serious in a jokey way "unless its me of course"

"oh yeah- of course, anyways you need a shower and come my house after help me chose my outfit for tonight" he nodded hugging me back quickly before going to his shower leaving me to go back home

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I was sat in my bedroom flicking through my radio until I found a station playing a song I liked, Brittany Spears started playing, I started dancing around my room like I was her and nodding my head along to the lyrics of freak show 'Make it a Freakshow freakshow We can give 'em a Peepshow, peepshow Don't stop it let it flow Let your inhibitions go It's a crazy night Let's make a make a freakshow'

"Y/n!" I scream left my mouth as I turned to see Tom stood in my door frame laughing "what the fuck are you doing?"

"can you knock! I think I shit myself" he pulled his fist to the door and knocked with a cocky smile "haha" I spoke sarcastically, soon he fully walked into the room and my jaw did nearly fall to the floor, he was in black suit bottoms and a white button up blouse, rings around his fingers and his necklace on show, dreads in a messy bun

"wow! you look good! pulling out all the stops Thomas" I complemented seeing him become a little shy "genuinely you look amazing"

"thanks, I mean were going to the Stadtpfeiffer restaurant so I wanna look good" he popped his chest looking at himself in the mirror "what are you wearing?" he asked looking at me as I stood in joggers and a tank top

"a dress but can't decide which, wanna chose?" I'd never seen him walk quicker in my life, the doors flew open revealing all my 'fancier' clothes and his hands moved quickly through the hangers, until he pulled a red dress with a black rose lace pattern on top "really? don't think this might be a bit scandalous for a family dinner?" Tom smirked placing the dress onto the chair and turned back to the wardrobe "wait- no don't open tha-" I watched as his hand reached for the draw full of my 'sexy' clothes

"fucking hell Y/n how many thongs do you need?" he laughed looking back at me, he dug through them until he pulled a red lacy Victoria secret pantie out and threw it at me "here, wear that underneath" with a sigh I went to the bathroom and slipped into the clothes, I stared into the mirror and regretted ever letting him chose my outfit "let me see!" he called from the other room

"okay-" I walked into my bedroom and his eyes widened, lip tucked between his teeth and his hands dug harder into the bed "like?" I asked twirling

"like is a understatement" Tom hummed "god you look so hot right now- I literally don't have words" a small blush painted my cheeks as I stepped into my full body mirror, I turned to check my reflection but all I could see was the guitarist staring in awe

"my eyes are here" I laughed seeing him nod "okay well make up and hair now" the boy seemed to be confused "what?"

"you don't have make up on?" I shook my head turning to him "so you are just naturally gorgeous? fuck" I rolled my eyes sitting on the chair where the dress once lay, I pulled my make up draw open and picked out my foundation and began the process I came to love over the tour, dark eyes and a dark red lip , next my hair I decided to have it straight down and hair-sprayed it into place

"okay I'm done!' Tom looked up from the magazine he found himself flicking through and a smile spread across his face "too much?" I asked seeing his head shake "sure?"

"you look perfect Y/n" I grinned standing and going over to the wall wear my jewellery hung grabbing a necklace and a few rings and bracelets "you need shoes" Tom quipped abruptly going into the box under my bed full of misilanious shoes, he rummaged through for a while before pulling out my chunky Mary Janes I sat back on the sheets of my bed waiting for him to hand over the shoes but he stayed down, grabbing my ankle and slowly slipped the shoe onto my foot "Tell me when the shoes tight enough alright?" I nodded seeing him thread the strap through and pulling it taught

"there" he quickly pressed the buckle through and moved to my right foot doing the same before kissing my bare knees "you are so cute Kaulitz" soon his hands reached mine and we stood together "thank you- I love it all"

"no problem"

The time ticked slowly as me and Tom waited for everyone to be ready as in fairness we were done quite quickly, I sat at the desk with my computer on, flicking through web pages while Tom was messing around with my ukulele that one day just appeared in my room. I scrolled down a page until I saw a subtitle of 'picture ideas' and I immediately knew what we'd be doing to pass the time, the first one was the girl holding the camera above the couple and the boy holding her- perfect

"come here were taking these photos" I called bring the boy back to me, he stood fixing his outfit and passing me my phone and standing with me "okay so you need to-"

"I can see what I've gotta do babe" Tom soothed into my ear, wrapping his arms around my waist and placing his forehead into the crook of my neck "take it" with a click of my button the photo snapped, and we did this about 50 more times, standing in the mirror, at the window, and my poster wall

"perfect" I smiled flicking through the pictures "we look so good" cheering I looked back to see Tom looking to me, eyes scanning my body and face "you okay?"

"fine, just can't stop staring" a blush tinted my cheeks, over the past few days the flirting gone from funny to romantic giving me new feelings of giddiness every time

"Tom your making me red" my cheeks were aching from the smile I couldn't hold back

"good"

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the clock struck 8:45pm meaning everyone getting in the cars to go to the Stadtpfeiffer, Bill had come back earlier and so the Kaulitz went in their car and I went with my family, me and Stella sat in the back dancing along to the music playing on the radio "what were you and Tom doing Sunshine? I could hear you laughing like you've just seen the funniest thing in the world!" I sighed with a smile to her words

"oh taking stupid photos together" but they weren't stupid- anything but, every time I looked at one my stomach felt ticklish and my chest heaved with a feeling I couldn't explain

"oh very nice, you'll have to show me" I laughed at her words mumbling a line of 'sure' after another 20 minuets we finally arrived and it look beautiful, the yellow haze lights illuminating the entrance and fancy jazz music filled our ears "oh my-"

After us the Kaulitz' arrived, the boys walked straight over to me laughing about something "evening" Bill nudged to me "I have something to tell you after by the way" I looked oddly at the boy who only smiled and followed his stepdad to my dad, I turned to Tom who shrugged

"you smell good" I commented smelling his cologne

"Paco Rabanne" he spoke lifting his arm to me so I could smell it better "oh and send me those photos will you, I need them" his voice became seductive making my knees weak and I all I did was hum in response "thank you angel"

“Stop it Thomas- we’re in public” I giggled seeing his eyebrows rise

“That’s only gonna make me worse” my heart stoped for a moment at his words- what’s did he mean by worse?

[just-sp-in-inginthevoid]

I hate having to say something crossed my mind after it happened so here,

How do I feel about the Yotsurugi siblings so far:

The sister, Shikaba, Taira: I know I'll like them, already vibing with them, but can't say they are favs for now. They're chill. Shikaba plz turn into an eldritch monster at some point+ bonus point for whatever you have going on with eyes

Torazo, Kou: I know they exist. waiting for the potential. Torazo gets bonus points for the non conventional for manga nose shape

Kuran: Son. I love him. wasn't sure about it, he was with Shikaba, Taira and the sister category prior to today's chapter but yeah, he won me over

Shio:... honestly? Not much of a fan, very neutral. waiting to see more and since he's the first adopted son and he's teased as a main antagonist, there's no way we're not getting more

Satsuki: I'd only like him if he's truly fucked up me think. Bonus point for having an eye-themed Astro

Goshiki: pointy dude! hehe, design is growing on me like ivy - bonus point for unusual eyes, non conventional manga nose AND non conventional manga face period. he doesn't seem like the most enlightened (see chapter 1) and if that's the case and he's not the sharpest one in the drawer, well, i'll be very happy to have a dumb son. plz Wakui do smth interesting with him

Hibaru: protagonist. waiting to see how he'd differ from other shonen protags. cute, but neutral opinion; wish to see him succeed tho!

Terasu: FUCK SHIT UPPPP COME ON - he's Hibaru's shield, Hibaru's yin, and I need them to fight at least 2 times more: one where Terasu wins and one where Wakui gives his answer to the paradox of this damn Chinese tale with the spear and the shield. I need him to get corrupt, even if for a bit: and reading chapter 3, Wakui better be cooking something and make it foreshadowing. Bonus point for the fact everytime I read his name I think of the French verb terrasser ( to defeat, to kill, lit.: 'to throw (someone) on the ground')

The two missing ones: since they're missing my curiosity is high and Wakui must be preparing smth for them. trying to keep my expectations low and not come up with any idea bc I don't want to stray from canon, especially not before it even happens. Even if they're dead or incapacitated I'd be rooting for them, me think. also until it gets refuted, the guy with the bottle from chapter 1 in one of them

[clouds-of-wings]

I don't even know what my top albums of the year are, but here are some I discovered this year that I really liked, so that I don't come across as ONLY a hater. Linking my fav track, or one of my fave tracks, on YT every time.

Molllust - Mother Universe (A glimmer of hope in the irradiated wasteland that is symphonic metal at present. Also one of the four female-LED metal bands I know. Like with a female composer! Such wow!)

Knights of Heliopolis - Ferrum Fero Ferro Ferror (ditto about the hope thing. Also they have an operatic bass frontman and holyyyyy shiiiit that is the best thing ever! I keep fangirling about this band but they used to be called "Phoebus the Knight", so that's the tag that's in.)

Nostra Morte - Sin Retorno (A flicker of light from the NON-wasteland that symph was 12 years ago)

Silent Opera - Immortal Beauty (ditto. Oh how I wish for soothing rain and some fucking OPERA VOCALS in the fucking OPERA GENRE. Why is symph metal full of COWARDS and CASUALS? I know I sound like Holden Caulfield, but that's because he's right and my role model.)

Nanowar - Dislike to False Metal (Power Metal, Nanowar being awesome as usual. I link perhaps one of their less surprising songs bc I'm a sucker for that Rhapsody stuff but plz listen to the whole album, it also has tracks like this - great variety really, and greater wtf! I gently pat Gatto's head and wonder what he will do next, clearly he's called Cat for a reason.)

Elina Garanca - Habanera (These are just some famous arias, but her voice is really nice! Dark-voiced mezzo-sopranos rule the world!)

Snowy Shaw - White is the New Black (I have been listening to this so much lately. Somehow I always ignored his solo work after the Notre Dame stuff except for some of his singles, but this album is actually really really cool! I don't know which genre it is lol. Metal Archives says "Heavy Metal", but that doesn't really describe it so well. Snowy has a lot of personality, and so does his music. Just click! You may not even regret it!)

Wolfenmond - Can't pick an album... Galdra (EP!) I guess. Folk metal or medieval rock with a woman who doesn't get forced to sound cute.

Grendel's Sÿster - Myrtenkranz Heavy metal / folk metal with a woman who REALLY doesn't get forced to sound cute. As SATW said, women should be respected, but sister Germany should be feared. Damn straight. This is an EP, same music first in English, then in German.

Kornalyn - Intemporel (French acoustic folk, revolutionary communist and anarchist songs. This guy is a folk song recording MACHINE and I like almost everything he releases.)

Therion - Leviathan 3 (I still wrestle with this album. A lot! I also know from past experience that in retrospect I'm more likely to regret not including it than I am including it.)

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I also watched like 20 operas this year in an attempt to be a little less of a poser in the genre. I don't know which I would recommend the most. Wagner's "Die Walküre" touched me the most, both in terms of story and of pure epicness of the music. Kinda wiped the floor with everything else :/ It seems Wagner is the only one in opera who isn't shit at plots. Lohengrin also had a good story! Vivaldi's "Juditha Triumphans" (not technically an opera but an oratorio, but really I don't care, it's basically an opera) and Bizet's "Carmen" (I'm not linking that, there are 8945098340 good recordings, just find one that looks appealing to you) had the most pleasant music.

I also liked Alessandro nell‘Indie by Leonardo Vinci (no relation). I link my favourite scene. Don't worry about the lack of English subs, the plot is 4 hours of soap opera. They did a very traditional staging of this, like back in 1730, which means it's all countertenors and sopranists, half in drag. Thus it pairs nicely with the all-female Vivaldi one above. Back when women were real men who led armies and men had fake boobs or danced under falling rose petals singing about love, LIKE GOD INTENDED! TRADITIONAL VALUES!

[anneapocalypse]

Leliana wins by a significant margin!

Some highlights from the tags:

#leliana my (secondary) girlboss wife stab me plz

#come on i had to vote for dagna #unhinged lesbian in your basement that does questionable science? #if she was an option i would have romanced her

#It'll never happen but HESPITH SWEEP

#I voted for Celene because I know that Briala will get more votes #but both aye both#they are just so-!!!! #and then !!!!????!!!! #but also £&@!?+*+%>¥€$$>%€? #and I just think that’s neato #Briala: ‘I am going to destroy my gf’s empire which is also her life’s purpose and reason she commits the atrocities I love/hate her for’ #Celene: ‘That’s hot. I love women’ #Celene: ‘I killed my gfs parents when we were kiddos and never told her ✌️’#Briala: ‘That’s hot’ (and this isn’t even a exaggeration - Briala does say that Celene’s wits are why she loves her) #and then they can get back together and it’s just fucking Neat #dragon age poll #(also in my heart Morrigan belongs here so jot her down too)

#never realized quite how many unhinged wlw there were in da#good for them. good for them

#i voted Sera but i’m very sad and honestly surprised Hespith doesn’t have more votes #come oonnnnn . creepy chanting dwarves! who like pussy!!

#listen i get it leliana is an og love interest and also a crazy (affectionate) sexy french spy-nun #but branka deserves second place here cmon yall. Who's more unhinged than her on this list (affectionate) #don't you like her? you dont like paragon lesbian smith who ditched her cringefail husband to be gay with her lover and also make golems? #except the deep roads make everyone crazy after that long imo

#leliana #she told my warden that she’d like to put her eyelashes in a jar like butterfly wings #you ever go so gay that you loop around into unhinged cuz like same

#leliana#i hate christians #but 'God wants me to go with you and said its ok for me to fuck and murder'#is such a goddamn vibe

#briala really went #that bitch killed my parents in front of me #but she do be lookin fine and she had good political reasons to do it #so lemme get back on that

#Dagna #lemme get a little piece of you and study it

#nothing but respect for my bisexual assassin pope#that’s my WIFE

#yeah it's my hawke. she's gay she's hot she's got so many problems. you cannot fix her

[btnclmrttn]

AHHHHHHHHHH YOU TOTALLY EXPLOTE MY EXPECTATIONS OMGOMGOMGOMGOMG I'M SCREAMING AND LAUGHING AND AAHAHASKJNDKNASKJN You deserve everything in the world <3 AND YOUR OTHER WORK OF THE DOCTOR/NURSE READER? YOU DID SUCH AN AMAZING WORK I'm speechless :0 Is it ok to ask a Saitama x reader but reader is an artist that draws REALLY well and has/practice various artstyles? (extra points if she draws sai a lot and he goes: "is-IS THAT ME?! I AIN'T THAT HANDSOME OHBOI-") Have an amazing day <3

Yuh I gotchu! Sorry it took so long!

Artist!Reader HCs

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He's always being nosey and watching you over your shoulder. Very obvious and he's awful at hiding it

He'd be happy if you invited him over to sit and "draw" with you but it would mostly be him stopping and asking "those" questions

"Where's his head? How'd you do that? That's a hand?"

Have some patience, he'll stop after a while

You inspire him a lot and he asks questions about how to actually do some things. He has improved on his own doodling since. Bonus if you hype him up he gets all shy.

He'd gift you art related stuff but they would be the worst ones you could imagine at first. Like that forsaken art set most of us got at one point. But he loves you don't hurt his feelings. Art stuff ain't cheap.

Can't possibly ever lose you in a store he's memorized where all the craft sections are

Judging the prices highkey. They should be illegal in his eyes

Stole your pencils once to try and figure out the differences between the nonsensical labels. 2b or not 2b. It was when he didn't realize how expensive a pencil could be plz forgive

Randomly will start wiping your face off with a rag or tissue asking you you managed to get charcoal or whatnot on it

Easiest last minute gift for him is drawing something from his favorite manga

If you're facing artist block he doesn't know how to help but will tell you to try drawing the most out of pocket creative shit you have no idea how he could come up with

Extra points

Drawing him is a quick way to giving him a heart attack

The more you do it the more reassured he is that you're not exaggerating his features. It makes him all red and he's shy

Draw him doing like the most heroic looking shit he'll die

Always down to be a pose reference. Even if his busy. You can tell by his response. Not busy is anywhere along the lines of "Sure, of course," but busy is like "Is this position okay?"

You have enough of said positions of many perspectives though as he only assumes so many.

His body, tho 😩 best masculine reference

Draw him like one of your french girls, he's down

[professor-walnut]

Okay but if I have to read one more comment in fanfiction saying that they don't write Blanche as nonbinary because they "look like a girl" I'm actively going to riot.

1. Non binary people can look feminine. I am very nonbinary and still appear feminine to most people.

2. Since the game came out the text has ALWAYS been gender nonspecific for them, even in many very gendered languages like Spanish and French. It's always their name used rather than he or she, as opposed to any time Spark or Candela are brought up and are ALWAYS referred to as he and she. On all pages you find online about them including their official page there is no gender listed They are written as a nonbinary character.

3. If you want to write them as female because you want to ship them with a female character and are looking for lesbian reptesentation; fine. If you're writing them as female because you want female autistic representation, go for it. You do you my guy. Keep doing your thing if you want.

But plz stop saying they're not nonbinary bevause they look feminine. Especially in POKEMON. WHERE THE MALE CHARACTERS ALSO LOOK FEMININE.

Look me in the eye and tell me Blanche looks 'too feminine' after witnessing Melli and Volo, two CIS MEN.

Thank you 4 coming to my Ted Talk. I will not be accepting critisism at this time.

[sirensmojo]

"Crossroads" - Michael Gray x Reader

Warnings: Big fluff.

Summary: You visit Michael in the hospital for the first time in years after his departure from your village.

*Masterlist*

A/N: this is my first Michael Gray fic, plz take that into consideration...

“There’s a girl asking to see you, Sir.” The nurse informed Michael, “Do you accept the visit?”

“Who is it?” His eyes lifted up from the white bedsheet he was staring at, blankly.

“A certain Y/N.”

At the announcement of your name, his dull eyes lightened up, but it didn’t last. His mind suddenly got clouded with the hundreds of questions he usually was asking himself when alone.

Were you alright? Did you get out of town as you promised each other, were you still visiting his “mother” on Wednesday's afternoons, were you angry at him for leaving you?

“Yeah, let her in.” His answer was full of apprehension, making the nurse unsure of letting you in. She stayed there watching as the man shifted position, trying to get comfortable as he knew your reunion wouldn’t be easy. “I said let her in,” Michael squinted his eyes at the nurse seeing she was still there, and that’s when she got out.

He exhaled deeply, mentally preparing himself but he couldn’t escape the tremendous flow of emotions washing over him.

You were his first love, the first girl he ever saw as a woman, even if you were still quite young. He just couldn't ignore the way he felt when he used to be with you, even after all this time, even after going out with other girls, your face never left him.

“Michael.” You hesitantly entered, unsure of the fact coming in here was a good idea.

You were in town for quite long now, but never took the time to search for him. Not because you didn't care, it was the opposite.

He had never kept from you his wish to leave your little village and you thought that maybe having you in his life now wouldn't bring him anything but memories of a place he wanted to forget.

But as the time passed, you realized you couldn't get him out your mind, no matter how hard you tried. No matter what you did, it all came back to him in the end.

His smile, laugh, touch and love, you missed everything.

You knew very well the Peaky Blinders, just like every Birmingham residents, and you knew he was one of them.

You used to tease him back then about him leaving the village after burning it or something, and here you were, him being part of a gang. This couldn't fit your Michael best.

He was a very intelligent, talented, kind and good person, but you always knew that deep down, this tranquillity was hiding a darker side, a deeper meaning of who he was.

It wasn't a surprise at all for you when you heard about his new life, you were even quite happy that he could express himself and evolve in a favourable environment.

He seemed preoccupied with something but his eyebrows unknitted at the sight of your face.

Your finger waved curls were perfectly falling on each side of your head, and Michael’s eyes were falling over your olive designed dress, tassels falling right under your knees.

He always loved this green on you, and that only hit you now.

The aggressively sexy green dress you told him you would, one day, wear in the streets so everybody could be shocked and talk about how a woman should dress.

If you remembered this detail this morning you wouldn’t have come in this dress. Now, Michael was looking at you with those gleaming eyes and you knew that when his eyes will lift up to yours, you’ll find in them the same sparks behind his iris as when you were younger.

Maybe coming in here truly was a bad idea.

“Y/N,” he kept a stern face but you were reading him like a book. His hands were clammy, his jaw clenched, his shoulders tensed along with all his muscles.

You could see he was as nervous as you, and you also knew that if you could read him that easily he probably could do the same with you.

Michael was sitting on his bed straight like an “I”, and that’s only when you sat at his side that he leaned backwards on his pillows.

That idea of knowing each other despite time and distance was what helped you to breathe out the air you didn't realize you were holding, leaving your chest less heavy.

You didn’t dare to stay in his eyes, too occupied searching for your cigarettes anyway. You got one out of their case and handed it to the man that was shamelessly staring at you.

“You changed.” Were his first words, and you couldn’t blame him.

Michael grabbed the cigarette and stuck it in between his fine lips before you came lightening up the tip of it for him.

When he left you were still growing up, rough look and only wearing the elegant blue pants your mother accepted you to wear. You were obsessed with pants and used to always argue about the fact women couldn’t wear them.

“Not a bit, and you haven’t either.” You teased him. It was obvious he changed, even the way he was talking was different, and you couldn’t even imagine what else in him had changed if the external changes were that evident.

His eyes drifted to you once again, what a surprise it was for him to see you dressed up as you were with your high heels.

Men have looked at you before, but the way Michael laid eyes on you was different, you found fondness in it, perhaps love? Because after all, there was still love between you, right?

Else his chest wouldn't raise that quickly and he wouldn't flutter his eyes when you would catch him staring at you.

He chuckled and offered you a warm smile before puffing on his cig. He got lost in thoughts for a moment, doing the french inhale.

Nevertheless, Michael seemed so much more distant than what you remember. Either he was staring, either he was blanking looking into the void.

He never talked too much either, but presently his silence could kill you. You just wanted to feel his hands all over you again, but you couldn't jump on him as if your story happened yesterday.

The atmosphere tensed, “I knew you would start smoking.” You let out in a huff. “Mrs Johnson was so wrong about you, it wasn’t me corrupting you, you always had it in your blood.” You concluded, the words escaping from your mouth as you were failing to stop them.

You got a cig for yourself and Michael watched you carefully, following each of your movements as if you were to disappear in a cloud of smoke if he’d just blinked.

“No,” He clenched his jaw and shook his head as his eyes darkened, "I found it here."

"Find you?"

He nodded slightly as puffing on his cig. 'You don't ask why I'm here?" He raised a brow towards you.

"I read the news, you're a peaky boy now." You winked at him.

"It's not what you think, Y/N." He was chuckling, shaking his head to both sides.

"Well, my Micheal wearing suits and being part of a dirty business, that's what I think and that's what it is. And that's sexy." You were so concentrated imagining him in his suit you didn't realize you called him yours, but Gray noticed it, which led to his lips stretching into a smile.

"I knew you were about to tell it." He flicks his fingers, looking at you with squinting eyes.

You took advantage of that exchange to look at his face, examining each of his features and internalizing everything you missed during these years apart.

"You're sexy Michael, deal with it already." You stated outright.

You always liked that about him. He wasn’t talking much, not with his words at least, but his eyes bore enough emotions by themselves. If they could talk they would spill hundreds of words on the paper with no difficulty.

"Yeah? Well, I prefer when you tell that in other circumstances."

His words echoed in your head and you didn't know if he was making a sexual reference or if he just woke up the horny you.

You tilted your head to the side a second, puffing on your cig before the tip of your fingers instantly reached for his soft skin. You were rubbing the side of his face gently with your knuckles when you remembered something.

“I left the village over a year after you, my mother died and I just couldn’t stay there, you know.” Talking was your way of coping with the fact you were reunited with your teenage love.

“I’m sorry.” His facial expression changed, he now understood why you were here. Not that he was unhappy about your visit, but he wouldn't have thought you’d ever leave this village.

“Everything I know is there” was the answer you gave him every time he encouraged you to go to the cities to try to make a living out of clothing. London, Birmingham, whatever, as long as you would be able to be who you wanted to be, and live your passion fully.

You wanted to make clothes and Michael had always been your number one fan, solely because he was the only one to see the gorgeous dresses you were sewing, but still your number one fan.

“I’m currently working to be able to own my workshop. So everything’s fine.”

He peeked at your lips while you were doing the french inhale, but ended up staring at your lips as if they were mesmerizing him.

You ignored that as well as you ignored all the signs he still felt things for you since you came into his room.

“Michael, the reason for my visit is family. I Know you found your biological mother and all, but you got another family out there, right?” You got up and joined the table to crush your cigarette into the ashtray, a vain attempt to prepare you for what you were about to announce. “Mr Johnson’s gone... I heard he died in his own bed.”

You threw him a glance, you wanted to know what he was thinking at this moment because his face was unreadable. Even though you knew him more than he knew himself, you grew apart from each other, and here was standing in front of you, a version of Michael you did not know.

He was blankly looking at the void in front of him, fisted clenched around the sheets.

You got closer to him, putting down the ashtray on the nightstand and sat down at his side again, but this time you slipped one of your hands into his as your other one, slowly turned his head towards you, so you could look at him in the eyes.

“I’m sorry.” You muttered as you were nearing your face to his.

It’s when you felt a little squeeze on your hand that you completely dared to give yourself to him, leaning a slow kiss over his lips.

You then pulled away, but before you could go anywhere, you felt his free hand at the back of your head, pulling you closer for another kiss, this one being feverish.

Of course, he was still loving you. It couldn’t be any different.

His hand shifted from your head to your cheek, his thumb rubbing it softly. His tender fondles contrasted perfectly with the roughness of his kisses. They became needier and needier, as if he waited to do this for a long time.

You both finally let go of the other’s lips when your lungs were screaming for air, your lids directly opening into the other’s eyes.

Here we go again, that twinkling light dancing at the back of his deep blue eyes.

“Something actually changed there,” You caressed his lips with your index, “I didn’t remember your lips tasting this way, neither you being that much of a good kisser.” Your suave voice murmured inches away from him.

You were so close you could feel his warm breath against the sensitive skin of your lips.

“Well, teach me.” His voice aroused something inside of you, and you found yourself squeezing your thighs together.

PEAKY BLINDERS TAG: @retromafia

(ask me if you want to get in one of the tag lists)

[demonsocialworker]

Euphoria - Jules F! XReader

A/N: Haven't seen much Jules fanfics on here (which sucks bc I love her sm) so I decided to write one. Haven't wrote fanfic since middle school so if anybody has any tips on how to make my stories better plz let me know! Anyway, enjoy the story. <3

Word Count: I have no idea lol

Very light smut at the very end

It had been three months since you moved to town. You haven't made any friends so far, but your mom refuses to stop bugging you about it. "Honey I just think you could join a club after school, it hurts me seeing you so lonely since we moved." You knew she didn't really care about you making any friends, she just wanted to be able to tell your dad about how well you were doing and that moving was such a good idea. "I already have two overdue essays Mom I really don't have time to join a club." Which was true, since you had gotten here you didn't care about your schoolwork as much and you had started falling behind. "Well maybe if you have time you can try to find a club you're interested in." You could see the worry on your mom's face, she was trying so hard to prove to your dad that moving here while he finished out his huge project at work would be a good idea. Sure, you wanted to help her and make a friend or two so she could tell him it was going great, but it was just so hard. Your mom went into her room to put all her laundry away, you stayed in the living room to scroll through Instagram. Your friends from home looked so happy posting pictures from the latest pep rally, you thought about how much you missed wearing your cheerleading outfit with your best friend, Mandy. At first you and her had texted all day every day, soon it turned into a "goodnight" every day, and then it turned into checking in maybe once a week. Now it had been two weeks since you heard from her, she had finally forgotten you and now you really didn't have anybody left. You commented on Mandy's picture, "Looks so fun!!!!!! So upset I had to miss it tho, luv u <3." You knew she probably wouldn't comment back, so you locked your phone and made your way to your room. You hadn't cleaned your room since you unpacked, now it was really starting to turn into a mess. You couldn't bring yourself to care enough to clean it though, so you changed into your pj's, plugged your phone in, and climbed into bed. "Maybe tomorrow will finally be better..." you thought as you drifted off to sleep.

Your alarm had gone off five times already, you knew you couldn't hit the snooze button anymore. You finally turned it off and got out of bed, avoiding looking at yourself in the mirror as you walked past it. You hated seeing yourself in the mornings, you always looked like a mess. Since you slept in so late you didn't have time to put on a cute outfit like you usually did. You put on a hoodie and some jeans, threw your hair up, and went to go brush your teeth. "Sweetheart I'm making french toast this morning! Come grab a plate before you leave!" You looked at your phone, it was 7:15, you didn't have time for french toast today. "No thanks Mom I'll be late for the bus! I gotta go love you!" You rushed out the door before she could say anything else, she'd probably ask why you're not eating, and you didn't have the energy for that conversation. You would have to explain that yes you would eat if you had time and nothing's messing with your appetite, but if you engaged in that conversation, she'd take up more time than eating breakfast would and you'd be even later than if you did eat. You had to run to the bus stop before it drove away without you, luckily you made it just before the driver closed the doors. "Rough morning Candace?" the bus driver asked. "Honestly, it could be worse."

The bus ride felt like forever, and you dreaded stepping off onto school sidewalk. But you did anyway and walked into your first class, Government. You took your seat and got your notebook and pens out to take notes, there were always so many to take in this class. Then Mrs. Rose called everybody's attention, "Class, please look up here. Today we have a new student joining us, please welcome Jules." Everyone responded, "Hello Jules." Except you. You couldn't even speak. Once you laid your eyes on her you were stunned. She was the most beautiful person you had ever seen. Her hair was bubblegum pink, her eye makeup looked like hearts that were made out of pink glitter, and she wore a pastel blue baby doll dress. It made you think of your own outfit, how today was the one day you decided not to wear something cute. Now you had ruined your one and only first impression on her. Mrs. Rose interrupted your train of thought, "Jules how about you sit next to Candace." You watch her walk down the row of desks, "Oh no, I have no idea what to say." you think to yourself. As she walks closer you feel your breathing quicken, how could a girl you haven't even talked to yet make you feel this way? She sits down in the desk beside you and places her notebook on her desk. "Hi, I guess the teacher just said everything for me but I'm Jules." She says with a smile. "Hi, I'm Candace." You say back with a nervous smile. You try to focus during the rest of the class, but you constantly take glances at Jules while she looks at the board. You manage to make it through class and the rest of the day. You're not sure how though with how much you thought about Jules during the day. You go outside and wait for your bus to pull up, and then you hear the sweetest, "Hi!' from behind you. You turn around and see her again, "Oh um hi Jules!" you say back. "Hey, I was just wondering if maybe I could get your number? Not in a weird way I promise I um, I was just wondering if I could text you so you could catch me up what I missed in Government so far this year." You try to find words, but you catch yourself just standing there and staring back at her. "Oh uhm, yeah sure no problem!" You finally say. She smiles at you, "Thanks!" You gave her your number and stepped on the bus, you watched her walk to her bike then pedal away.

You spent the whole bus ride home thinking about Jules. You couldn't get her out of your head. Her smile, her makeup, her hair, her outfit, everything about her was perfect. You finally get home and walk through the front door. Your mom was sitting on the couch watching one of her shows, "Hey Catiebug how was school today?" "It was good mom I have homework to do." You say rushing towards your room. You didn't really care about your homework, you wanted to see if you could look up Jules on social media. Just when you opened your computer you realized you didn't even know her last name. "Well how many people named Jules could be living nearby?" you thought. It took you about thirty minutes, but you finally found her on Instagram. You looked through all of her pictures, with every picture you scrolled through she looked even more amazing than in the one before. You were close to the end of her feed when your phone buzzed, snapping you out of your dreamlike state of looking at Jules. And at the top of the screen there she was, "Hey!!!! It's Jules, so is there anything important I missed so far in class? <3" That heart at the end made you get butterflies in your stomach. "Hey Jules!!!! There's not too much that you missed, if you want you can look through my notes sometime tomorrow!" You anxiously waited for her to text back. You stared at your phone for what felt like forever, but it was really only about two minutes. "What is wrong with me?" you asked yourself. You were starting to wonder how some random girl had such a hold over you. You've only had two crushes back home before this, so why were you suddenly so head over heels for this one girl? Your phone buzzed again, interrupting your thoughts. "Sounds great tysm! Meet you during lunch for notes tmr?" Your heart started racing, you can't believe she wants to sit with you at lunch. You've been sitting alone during lunch since you got here and now you have the most beautiful girl asking can she join you tomorrow. You finally text back, "Sure sounds great! See you tmr." You try to work on your homework, even though all you can think about is getting to sit with Jules tomorrow. You can't wait to see what outfit she's going to wear tomorrow or what her makeup is going to look like. You get done with your homework, you definitely missed a lot of questions, but it didn't matter since it was at least done. Your mom called you, "Catie! Dinners ready!" But you didn't get up, you were too busy thinking about sitting with Jules tomorrow, "I'm not hungry right now Mom! I'll grab a snack before bed!" You thought that you probably should've just went to dinner, because now your mom was standing at your door, "Are you sure you're okay sweetie? Did I upset you last night talking about you joining a club?" You had to think for a minute to come up with something that she'd believe. "Mom I'm fine, I'm just worried about my grades this year, they assign so much more work here than they did back home." There, that was believable right? "Well.... okay baby. You know I just get worried sometimes. I'll put a plate in the fridge for you, so you don't have to only eat a snack later." She closed your door and walked away. Hopefully she's less worried about you now.

Today couldn't come quick enough. You tossed and turned all night thinking about Jules. You thought about what you would say to her, what she would say to you, and you thought about what you needed to say so you wouldn't sound awkward in front of her. When your first alarm when off this morning you were already awake. You had already showered, ate, and brushed your teeth. Now you were standing in front of the mirror deciding which outfit you were going to wear. You chose the dark blue crop top and some ripped black skinny jeans. You did some blue glittery eye shadow as a base, and around your eyes you draw some hearts in black eyeliner. You hoped Jules would be impressed, since her makeup always looks so good. You grabbed your backpack and got on your bike to go to school. Your mom hadn't even woken up and the bus wouldn't come for at least another thirty minutes. You wanted to get to school early, with the hopes of running into Jules while you both chained your bikes to the bike rack. But when you got there, you didn't see any sign of her. You sat in the parking lot on your bike for a few minutes, and finally you saw her pedaling into the parking lot. You pulled out your phone, thinking that scrolling through Instagram would make you look more casual. Then over your shoulder you hear the cheeriest, "Hiiiii!" You turned around to see her, she was wearing a purple top and a blue skirt. Instead of eye shadow today she was just wearing blue eyeliner and some pink lip gloss. She looked like the definition of perfect. "Hey Jules!" you said back to her. She pulled up right beside you, "What made you come in so early?" she asked. You put your phone in your back pocket and tried to think of some kind of excuse. "I uhm- I just wanted to get here early and turn in some overdue essays before classes started. What about you?" She hopped off her bike and pulled her bike lock out of her backpack, "I like getting here early, it's so quiet before everyone gets here. It's kind of peaceful." You got off of your bike and locked it around the bike rack. You couldn't think of anything else to say to her, and luckily, she broke the silence, "So are you sure I didn't miss too much in first few months of school?" Of course, she missed a lot, but with how stressed this school makes you, you didn't want her to worry too much. "Well, we just started a new unit this week, so you won't have to worry about missing too much before a test. And they won't make you retake anything that was assigned before you got here." You started walking towards school, even though you weren't sure the doors were unlocked this early in the morning. "That's good, this is the first time I've moved schools, so I wasn't really sure what to expect." Coming here was the first time you had to move schools too, so you knew exactly how she felt. "I know what you mean, I just moved here about three months ago." She turned her head to look at you as she opened the door, "Wow I didn't know that. I guess they stuck us next to each other since we're new huh?" You had to stop for a second just to look at her, you didn't get to see her this close when she was coming into the parking lot. She looked amazing. You had never seen somebody as pretty as her. You wondered if she would even be interested in you like you were with her. "Probably, heh." You spent all that time this morning thinking of what to say to not sound awkward, and then that comes out. "Jesus, I don't even know what to say how could I be born this awkward ugh." You think to yourself. You walk through the hallways together; Jules goes into the Government classroom and sees you walking past, "Hey are you coming in?" she asks. "Yeah, in a minute, I have to walk these to my English teacher." You say, flashing a folder with your essays inside. "Oh yeahhh, I forgot about those. See you in a minute." She said, with the brightest smile you've ever seen. You smile back and keep walking down to the English classroom. You start to think as you walk, if all those smiles and sweet tones meant she might have a crush on you, or if she

was just being nice. She just moved here so you don't know what her personality is like. You dropped your essays off to Mr. Jackson and made your way back to the Government classroom. Jules was right, the school was way more peaceful when nobody else was here. You walked through the door to Mrs. Rose's class and saw Jules sitting at her desk on her phone, she was typing something, and smiling at her phone. Your heart dropped a bit. What if she has a boyfriend or a girlfriend from her hometown? Maybe it was just her personality, she's just that sweet and kind to everyone and you aren't special. You hung your head and just walked to your desk, but as soon as she heard your footsteps she looked up, smiled, and put her phone down on her desk. "Hey, you're finally back!" she said and smiled even wider. Suddenly instead of feeling like you had a rock in the pit of your stomach you had butterflies again. "Yeah, it only took a second." You said as you sat down at your desk. She turned to you, and it looked like she was hesitating to do something. Then she asked, "Do you want to come over to my house after school, my dad's probably going to ask you a million questions when we walk through the door, but we can hang out in my room." You smiled, but inside you were freaking out. Maybe she does feel the same way about you that you feel about her. Maybe this is how she's showing it. Maybe hanging out today would lead to something bigger later. "Sooooo?" she said suddenly. You realized you had been thinking for too long. "Um yeah sure! I just need to text my mom and tell her where I'm going." She smiled at you, and for a second it felt like you and her were the only ones in the room. But other students had already started filing in and Mrs. Rose clapped her hands together saying, "Good morning, everyone!"

You thought about Jules all day during school again. You're not even sure how you got through the day without being sent to the office, at least two teachers called you out for not paying attention. When the bell rang you felt like you had hit the lottery. You packed all your stuff into your backpack and rushed to the parking lot. Jules was waiting there, smiling at her phone again. Now you didn't know how to feel about it, since she invited you over. When she saw you, she put her phone away again. "Ready to go?" she asked. "Of course!" you said, smiling at her. She smiled back and you both unlocked you bikes and climbed on. It took 30 minutes to get to her house, she zig zagged through the streets on the way there, she had so much fun. You couldn't understand how, you were out of breath after 10 minutes. But you had to keep going, you wanted to spend time with Jules, and she looked so happy. It was so cute to see her happy. You both laid your bikes on her front lawn and walked through the door. Her dad was sitting on the couch and reading when you walked in. He looked up from his book, "Well hello, Jules who's this?" he said as he put his book on the coffee table. "Dad, this is Candace. She's the friend I made that I told you about." She looked kind of shy as she said it, you wondered if she told her dad that you were more than a friend. Or you were just overthinking because you liked her. "Ohhh right Candace, how could I forget about her after you talked my ear off about her-" Jules cut him off, "DAD." she semi yelled as her face turned a light shade of red. "Alright alright, you two girls have fun. Wait, but not too much fun." He said and winked. She grabbed your hand and led you upstairs. "He's so embarrassing." she said as you both walked upstairs. You just laughed in response, "Well at least your dad is interested in your life." She turned to you as she opened her door, "Yeah a little too interested if you ask me." You closed the door behind you, and she sat on her bed. "So, you talked his ear off about me huh?" you asked laughing. Her face turned that light shade of red again, "Well he was really excited that I made a friend already, okay?" she said smiling at you. You sat down on the bed next to her. "But we can't have "too much fun"?" You said smiling back at her. "Okay well, maybe I might've mentioned that you're really pretty and I kind of thought I liked you." Her face turned a dark shade of red this time and you couldn't help but smile at her. She smiled back and grabbed your hand. You both laid back on the bed still holding hands, she turned her head and asked, "Well, are we going to have too much fun?"

[arcade-conspiracy]

Hey! Can I get a matchup for Danganronpa & Death Note plz ? I'm a straight girl that takes interest in a lot of things, I like to learn but not in a very academic manner and want to be a polyglott – for the moment I am fluent english and french, next is japanese and arabic cause why not ? I like sports, especially basket-b, videos/cards games, anything that is a game maybe lol ? music, writting, drawing, food, caramel and chips are so additive T-T ugh spicy food psychology and memes ofc.

My personality type is entp, i am independent, polyvalent/moody, honest, sassy, playful but even if at first glance I look intimidant despite being somewhat charismatic to people and dumb I am surprisingly smart and funny ! Top students here hehe and official clown of my school, my family and the town, next is the country.

I am quite prideful and fear being weak and boredrom. I am chaotic good, competitive, ambitious and scarily serious when I want to reach my goals lol also protective of my few friends and the shy/reclused one Beside that I can be interested by anything really, like nowadays who care about flower language ? Me. and even if it doesn't suit the image people have of me : my style is streetwear, i am 5'8. Doesn't that last one sounded pretty arrogant lol ? I am pretty rebelious, intuitive and creative. Low key tsundere ugh but I can be flirty ! Just not comfortable with feelings and physical touch but I don't mind someone more at ease.

Ideal date would be at beach, arcades or just something like walking in town or a beautiful and isolated spot. Even a study date is fine ! I think that my ideal partner shouldn't restrain myself to express my opinion and that in a way I should find something fascinating from them.

I match you with,,,

Mello!

Oh boy does he have fun with you

Not in a bad way or anything, he just thinks its fun to tease you

Though, he can be quite the tsundere himself, so don’t worry about not having opportunities to get him back for it

Because you definitely will have the chance to tease him back

He will not hesitate to insist that hes taller, despite you two being the same height

Its not even important, but he insists. He acts like it gives him more power or something.

He’s grown acustom to to having video games around, due to Matt, so dont be afraid to force him to play with you

Actually, please do, he acts like he doesn’t like them but he does

Be prepared, he can be hella competitive with it once hes in it, though

If you win, gets all pouty,, please make fun of him for it 

He believes the languages you know, and want to learn, is a really useful skill

It’s not that your other interests aren’t useful or interesting to him, because they are, but this one in particular intrigues him

And also because he only believes “useful” things are worth the time, and it’s an actually useful thing to know, but yknow

Hes not big on physical affection, himself, hes better with words of affirmation

Giving and recieving!

Though hes in fact terrible at trying to praise anyone, since it’s just not his normal way of going about anything, especially you cuz you’re you

He puts you higher than anyone else, of course he’s gonna get awkward around you. He’s trying his best tho!

Tl;Dr, Yall are too smart for each other. Just a lil bit.

Hajime Hinata!

Boy howdy, he’s enamored with you

Just absolutely fascinated with all the things you’re good at

He especially loves all the games you’re into, and your writing, though

Your writing is calming to read, since he knows it comes from you, it helps him get to know you better without having to talk to you

And obviously games are something you can do together, whether they be video games or board games, it’s enjoyable to him

He’s not too quick to speak about his feelings, himself, so if that’s an area you’re uncomfortable with, don’t even worry!

There are other ways to express and discuss how you feel without directly speaking about it, and you two have found basically every one, so it tends to be fine

He wants nothing more than for you to be yourself, so he’d never try and hold you back

Even if you’re interested in seventeen things at once and wanna tell him about all of them, he still just thinks it’s the most interesting thing in the world

You being you is what makes him care, so of course he’s going to want you to be completely yourself no matter what

Your humor doesn’t really get to him at first, he’s always too nervous around you to even realize you’re joking

But after a while, once he gets used to it, he thinks the jokes you come up with and the way you make everyone laugh is so special

He’s just too serious sometimes, and tends to overthink so much that humor goes right over his head

Speaking of seriousness, he tries to be serious like,, 99% of the time, so if you get overly serious when you’re stuck on something you wanna get done, he’s all for matching that energy

As long as it’s benefiting you, and it’s something he can handle, he’ll probably go for it

Tl;Dr, He’s a little whipped. That’s all.

[mylifeispainandiloveit]

more thoughts on mi:fallout

classic ethan, and an epic bike chase!

ooo arc de trioph? triomph? trioump? (french spelling makes me want to cry)

pfff ethan got hit by a car

epic escape and benji and luther!

oop there's a cop right there. the way benji looks at ethan like "wtf we do now?"

oooo ethan gonna save the dayy

impressive shooting, but benji. why did you jump my man? were you surprised??

"was the little car your idea" benji my love!

and they got shot, why'd ethan ditch them though?!

impressive driving by ethan. and then ran over like 10 motorcycles.

the way this passenger (already forgot his name) is so desensitized to all this is 10/10

ILSA! oo. he hit her with his car

ethan's "shut up" is great.

huh? who was in that car following ilsa?

benji "this wont hurt, enough"

they really overstating, your mission should you choose to accept it

"my funny little friend" !! yep that's benji

so many monologues

improvising is ethan's strong suit honestly. because all his plans go to shit. oh and now widow wants ilsa, great. see, plans go to shit KISS OOO wasn't expecting that!

hey look there is ilsa! just casually stalking ethan. and of course he knew she was there. ethan is so great at reading people. poor ilsa.

the secretary is back. bruh.

love their little camera's

BENJI!

luther's little gesture to benji and then himself

oh he's working on it.

OOO! Walker is an assassin?! damn, and he fed her false info? im really thinking walker is lark.

benji and luther really trusting ethan after he knocked the secretary out

"dont take your eyes off him" immediately takes his eyes off him

he refusing to leave without ethan. love it. OMG WAIT walker is lark!!

eOOGIHkjah, benji?? OMG I LOVE HIM

THEY KNEWWW, IT WAS A SET UP!!!!! love them for this

i love the secretary, he's great. OOO

LUTHER!!! "oops bad boy"!

ohmygahd i hate the cia so much

oh shit. great job guys. ILSA??

hell yeah mr secretary, oh shit! is he fucking dead!?!

NOT MR SECRETARY! NOOOOOO i liked him!!

did luther just put a tracker in him? HE DID!! love that

Ethan apologizing to the church people is so funny, so is benji but I feel like i've established that.

ROOFTOP SCENE! there goes his ankle. rip.

there he goes running. benji the best hype man.

OOO NO JULIA! damn this man

oohhnoo poor ethan baby

they're working on it ilsa, also isn't that like their thing? impossible missions, duh

love julia and luther's friendship, luther and ethan's friendship! luther plz don't cry my friend. when did ethan get there?

luther's little handrubbing together like an evil mastermind with a plan

ethan's so optimistic, i love him. and ilsa is so smart!

"simple" luther, you should know nothing is simple

hmm. he just gonna blow himself up i guess.

JULIA!! what she doin here? HUSBAND! huh

benji, luther, and ilsa just staring at her

benji close your mouth my man. pick your jaw up. omg just realized ethan hinted to julia that he was there on a mission and she probably wasn't safe. i love him.

luther, you do got this. i believe in you.

its never to late for ethan. benji is a whole mood, just don't look at him and let him do his shit.

that guy just watching ethan climb up into the helicopter

ethan in the background of shots just there is killing me LMAO

love julia so much.

ethan must've been so good at climbing trees as a kid.

the helicopter people were like "where tf did you come from!?"

does ethan know how to fly a helicopter? i'm not sure he does.

luther not knowing his left from right is so relatable

"hyey fancing seeing you up here let me just grab my fucking machine gun!" still convinced ethan doesn't know how to fly a helicopter. but good for him i guess.

"same old ethan" cuts to ethan flying in a helicopter chase

ilsa isn't waiting, benji about to shoot the lock and then just "ehhhh nuclear bomb" he gave up on picking locks

hey look at that, ilsa found it. also why he lead her straight to it?

extreme flying bumper cars featuring ethan's absolutely batshit insane improvisation.

oh no ILSA! she's gonna be fine, she's a badass. also that gag did absolutely nothing to stop her screaming. poor benji. OO ilsa maddd, he done fucked up.

why'd he just have a fucking noose ready?

o.o extreme flying bumper cars with ethan didn't go very well

THE THIGH CRUSH!

oh benji. you kicked your box! OH SHIT, BENJI! pfff the faceplant

thank god for seatbelts huh. they're impressively strong

ethan won't die because he has plot armor, also he's tom cruise

the way they hogtied him is great. also "nothing you can do" is kinda their thing my man

ethan's thinking face is amazing. oop, walker dead.

total side note, the mountains are so pretty. its such a good view

yayyy he did it! while hanging off the side of a mountain

poor guy just saw his whole life's purpose dismantled in front of his eyes thanks to ethan. again..

"pretty banged up" dkjfhgjksdkj CIA LADY!

awww julia and ethan being so emotional and i love that so much FOREHEAD KISSES!! benji's little smile seeing ethan, I love them.

and ilsa is free of mi6! amazing, beautiful.

"the usual" dont know what you expected him to say

watching MI:fallout for the first time, lets goo

[simpcircus]

Hi there! I'd like a JJBA matchup plz! I'm female and straight, and any part 1-5 is fine. I like dnd, cosplaying, and drawing. Ive got a weird sense of humor, kinda self-deprecating and memey. I fully support saying I love you to my friends and I'm always down to hug my loved ones ❤ I can be pretty pessimistic at times and I don't like it, but my personality changes based on my comfort level. If its someone I know, I'm extroverted and goofy, but I can also be more reserved and shy. 💕

Thank you for the request! I was so hyped when I saw your request so I tried my best writing for your matchup. I hope you like it anon ♡

·̩͙✧ I match you with:

Kakyoin Noriaki!

Gamer boy Kakyoin was thrilled when you told him about your interest in dnd! 

While he probably won’t join cosplaying with you, Kakyoin will definitely encourage you to keep doing what you love and be extremely supportive!

He would even give you a kiss on the head after seeing how irresistibly cute you are in your costume.

The fact that you love to draw is a bonus point for him, since Kakyoin is also fond of doing the same thing.

The two of you could exchange criticism and opinions on how to improve your art skills - though he’ll make sure to be careful with his words since he wouldn’t want to discourage you by accident.

He will find your odd sense of humor intriguing, and would even try to understand it just so that he could join in the fun.

Since you’re memey, prepare yourself for some ‘(y/n) reaction memes’ made by your cherry boyfriend. Those memes are exclusive though, and will only be used by the two of you - unless if you’re comfortable with other people using them.

They were all made in a lighthearted manner and Kakyoin didn’t mean for it to be offensive for you. However, if that makes you uncomfortable, tell him about it and he’ll instantly stop.

He loves you so much and your happiness is his first priority. Kakyoin will do all he could to make you happy.

Growing up without having any friends, Kakyoin has become used to being less affectionate towards other people. So, he will be a little awkward with initiating hugs at first.

He didn’t hate your affections though. Kakyoin’s probably really touch starved and when you hugged him for the first time, he felt really nice and warm.

As your relationship with him keeps progressing, Kakyoin slowly warmed up to the idea of being more affectionate.

He gives you more hugs and kisses without feeling awkward now yay ♡

Personality wise, Kakyoin will appreciate your extrovertedness! He’s a little on the passive side so having an extrovert like you around him could help bring him out of his shell.

He would love to listen to you talking about your day and the things that make you happy.

If things are bad for you, Kakyoin will also listen to you and give you all the comfort you need.

He’ll also play with your hair to make you feel relaxed and ease your worries if you let him.

All in all, the two of you make a wonderful match ♡

Runner up:

Joseph Joestar!

Joseph may be an assertive person but he'll definitely give you the time you need to get fully comfortable in your relationship with him.

Once you’ve gotten really comfy around him, the two of you would make a chaotic™ couple. 

Combining your weird sense of humor and his craziness, you two are going to be unstoppable and wild. Caesar’s gonna get headaches for a lifetime after dealing with your antics.

There will be a lot of inside jokes between you and Joseph! There’s never a day with him where you wouldn’t laugh.

Joseph will get excited when he finds out that you love drawing, and will ask if he could look at your sketchbook. He won’t be pushy about it if you don’t want to show him your drawings though.

“Draw me like one of your french girls.” He said dramatically while attempting a seductive pose like the people he saw in those old paintings, with a fake rose between his teeth.

I can see him wanting to tag along when you cosplay because why not? Would 100% shower you with compliments like how hot you are especially when you’re wearing costumes that he has taken a liking to.

Joseph falls in love deeper with you when he sees how soft you could be. This man greatly treasures all of your ‘i love you’s and affections, and he’ll probably come up with various bizarre strategies to get extra hugs and kisses.

As chaotic as Joseph could be, he knows the right time to stop and take things seriously.

Whenever you get pessimistic, he’ll try his best to help you by listening to your problems and offer his positive outlook of the situation without sounding like he’s dismissing your feelings.

And he’ll crack a couple of harmless jokes once everything gets better.

Expect hours of cuddling together in bed afterwards.

Or maybe he’ll secretly build a blanket fort for you as a nice, little surprise ♡

[cryptidsandcatacombs]

Hallu there! I saw you were doing headcanon stuff for Hazbin Hotel characters. Are you still doing this? If yes, can I plz have some hc for Pentious or Cherry Bomb? I don't care if sfw or nsfw, whatever you can come up with =o)

I’m always taking requests for any fandom bruh~

Also, you make me so happy random anon. I never thought I’d just get a random request this is so great hhhh

Imma give you both and spoil you sweetie~

SFW

Pentious:

~Pentious can either be a very loud romantic or a very simple one depending on his mood. One minute he’s greeting you at the door with roses, a candle light dinner and soft music playing and the next he’s screeching from the rooftops his undying love for you with a huge sign that says him x you forever. 

~He’s very much a standard comic book villain and that makes him either hokey or dangerous. With that said, if anyone fucks with his s/o..that makes him very VERY dangerous. Prepare thy loins and pray to the God who probably wont hear you if you ever fuck with his s/o. You’re paying dearly in spades.

~While he doesn’t want to admit it, he has trouble thinking of ideas of how to spoil his s/o. So, he goes with the old fashioned tips he finds online (not always a good idea but he tries). So, his s/o will probably find something along the lines of a mix tape handed over to them as Pentious says” Here take it please enjoy I put my heart into it” as he slithers away embarrassed.  

~Will try to look far more impressive than he actually is in an attempt to sweep his s/o off his feet. Needles to say, these attempts do not play out as well as his Pentious Vision may foretell. 

Cherry Bomb:~Much like Crymini, she’s a grab life by the horns kinda gal. But she’s also got her cultured side that everyone can be shocked at. Basically her as a troubled bird is: “She gives the impression of always being high and her French is decent.” ~Poor soul: *decides to talk during a play*Cherry: SHUT UP I’M TRYING TO WATCH THE SOUND OF MUSIC~The woman has high class taste, so prepare for dates for that. However, you’ll find much to your relief that she also doesn’t mind cheap dates. A burger from Five Guys is nothing but heaven to her. 

~However, you may find yourself in the center of someone trying to challenge Cherry to a turf war. She won’t stand for this. She’ll freely fight anyone any time of day. This rule gets an exception when her s/o is concerned. She slaps the guy who ever suggests it while toting you to safety. The girl is stronger than she looks so she will literally tote you to safety. 

~At the end of the day, her fave thing to do is to cuddle up with you with a movie and talk about your day. She may not look like the most intimate being, but she can be. For you, she will always be open. She trusts you more than anyone else in this world. Remember that~

NSFW under the cut:

Pentious:

~The guy is a walking virgin first off. Don’t believe him when he tells you of his “Sexual Conquests”. He’s just trying to sound impressive and experienced to be honest. 

~Oh here have him as a troubled bird:

~He’s going to be awkward as all hell his first time around. He wants it to be good for you as well, so he’s kinda thinking way too hard about this.

~*Pentious voice* This looked so much better in the pornos/hentais I looked up (Don’t take advice from something that uses tentacles as a medium buddy.) ~Just try reassuring him he’s doing fine. Take the lead if you wish. He might get a bit ornery about that tho. He’s gotta be a top at all times (tho he’s got a super secret thing for wanting to be taken care of too but ssshhh don’t tell him I said that you didn’t hear that from me). ~ He’s into edging and orgasm denial. He wants to hear you beg for his dick. It gives him such an inflated ego knowing how badly you want him. 

~Ok I’m gonna say the thing we’re all asking: Yes, his tongue is good for oral. Despite his lack of sexual experience, giving oral is the one thing he’s a natural at.~He loves bondage. While he loves the idea of dominating, he also is super secretly into being dominated. Something about his s/o taking charge really gets him off. ~Pentious: On your knees You: Only if you get on yours first wenchPentious: *sweats*~Aftercare will more than likely include him being an after sex cryer. He’s just so happy he did it with someone as wonderful as you and he’s so grateful you let him. He’s gonna cuddle you by wrapping his whole body around you and never let you go. You’re his forever. Cherry Bomb: 

~If there ever was a woman whose into a hard, rough fuck, you have found her. ~The girl is a top. Like hardcore so. However, she doesn’t mind bottoming if you were to ask nicely or she’s not in the mood for doing the work. 

~Kinky as all hell. She’s a bit of a sadist first and foremost, but will only do the things you allow. ~Cherry: Prepare your ass and remember the safe word is Cupcakes *cracks whip*~Loves leaving scratches and bite marks. She’s gonna do anything to show everyone who you belong to (so if you find something on your back in marker that says Cherry Bomb’s bitch…then ye you know who it’s from). ~Likes to fuck to the sound of heavy metal to be honest. However, you’ll find her turning it down when she wants to hear you scream her name (and everyone else to hear. After all, she wants everyone to know who you’re fucking and who you belong to).

~She’s very soft during aftercare. She gives you a nice bath and a good self care hour. While she might be rough and wild, she loves you a lot and is soft for you all the way. She cares about you more than words can ever say. 

[lunaf1]

Hiii Bestie could I get a ship w an f1 driver ? 🥺❤️

Im blonde with blue eyes and I’m french (HELP THAT SOUNDS LIKE IM DESCRIBING PIERRE GASLY PLZ). I have extremely long hair like almost up to my butt. I’m very into musical theater and cinema and I’d like to be an actress and film maker :) I’m obssed with cars tbh specially sports cars and I LOVE DRIVING KARTS and tbh if I wasn’t on the cinema path and if it wasn’t as expensive to do I’d love to be a racing driver.

Im a child of the ocean and have lived at the beach most of my life :) I love to surf as well and hike. I’m also a big travelling fan and I can’t say I don’t like a bit of luxury sometimes. Honestly I can go from both opposites - to living in a van w my dog and my surf board to staying at a 4 seasons hotel. I like being able to live in both worlds if that makes any sense - like I could go travel in the worst hotel ever or going camping as long as it’s fun and I know I’ll have the best time ever but then also could go to a super fancy hotel. It all depends where the most fun will be tbh.

And could u tag @spideyanakin just so I get the notification

Thank u bestie :))

Ey up @spideyanakin!

I'm sorry that your ship took so long - it's been a busy few weeks but on the plus side F1 is back and I am PUMPED!!

I ship you with Max Verstappen.

Max Verstappen was the first person who popped into my head as I was reading your description. He would love to spend time with you outside of the F1 world, engrossing himself in supporting your filmmaking passion when he isn't on track. ("Woah, you made this?!" He'd ask in astonishment, after watching one of your pieces. His surprise did not come from a lack of belief in your ability, but just to the extent in which you always surpass any and all expectations of what can be done.)

Karting is definitely an expensive activity, but Max would make sure you could get involved with karting for fun and, in some cases, competitively. He would even give you the benefit of his expertise so you could get the most out of the karts and come out on top in races. ("See here?" he'd ask, leaning into the kart to point, "if you optimise here, you'll get for effective lap times" he'd explain, barely noticing your admiration for both him and his intelligence.)

Being an F1 driver, Max must keep on top of his fitness, so he would love any opportunity where he could do exercise with you. His favourite would be hiking mountains, because of how quiet and peaceful it would be. He could reach the top and shout out his opinions without worrying about the press or journalists. It would be in these spaces where he would open up most honestly to you, talking about the pressures and stress he faces and how he feels about the more difficult sides of being a world champion. ("I love that you're here for me," he'd say, looking at you despite the beautiful view from the mountain top, "I don't know what I'd do without you." You'd grin and say, "crash and burn, probably," and he'd grin, tackling you into a tight embrace and mocking your taunts.)

It's good that you are so eager to travel, too, because that is a major part of Max's job. He would fly you out to different parts of the world with him to race, where he would spend his off-duty hours traveling with you around the world and making memories. ("You know, one day we'll look back on this moment when we're in our rocking chairs." You'd say, looking at him, and he'd grin and respond, "I'm counting on it.")

Like I said in my initial post opening requests - this is just a bit of fun and should not be taken seriously. That being said, I hope you enjoyed your result.

[magnolopsida]

mind me if I add some more to this @reioka ? (also Im french so sorry if I make some spelling mistakes plz forgive me ;-;)

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So they are dating since some months now and things are going pretty well. Tony don't even know how he did to be this lucky and having two wonderful boyfriends, maybe he should thanks his asshole ex-boyfriend for this, after all. The way they immediately understood he needed help was amazing, he knew somewhere that it was a sign (well, maybe it was stupid to think like this but whatever).

They lived in a little apartment together, something really cosy, just enough for the three of them. Tony finished work early this day, because he got a special appointment he didn't want to miss. When it was done, he goes back at home where Steve and Bucky already were. The brunet was in front of the TV, grumbling at some shitty TV show, like "oh god is there people who really watch this shit ?!", while Steve was drawing him, an amused smile on his lips.

"Tony!" Steve called when he heard the door.

The other brunet came in the living room, smiling shyly at them before coming for his usual kiss.

"You're here early, doll" Bucky noticed after he gave him a kiss. " 'You okay?"

"Yeah, I just got an appointment and it finished early, nothing to worry about" Tony explained.

He still can't believe how lucky he was and how gentle Steve and Bucky were with him. His ex asshole tried to hit him one day, and it was really difficult to forget this, the way a sudden gesture makes him flinch, waiting for something bad to happen (and ready to kick back because damn he always tried to protect himself, even if sadly the asshole was stronger than him) but the only sudden things happening to him with this two was a surprise kiss or touch, nothing more.

Making his way across the living room, he finally laid down on the couch at the left of Bucky, grabbing a pencil case full of markers.

"Can I ?" Tony asked while pointing at Bucky's arm.

Smiling, the guy put his arm in front of his doll. He knew Tony really loved drawing and coloring his tattoos, and it was so fucking cute to see the guy, with the little glasses on the top of his nose, trying to make beautiful things on Bucky's arm with a big red-ass marker, while Steve loved drawing them like this (he actually had a lot of drawings like this in his desktop).

"What sort of appointment ?" Steve added suddenly, kinda worried about their kitten.

Tony started to blush right in front of them, looking obviously embarrassed.

"Nothing important, really." Stark insisted, still so shy and looking way to cute for them to handle it.

"What are you trying to hide?" Bucky added with a big smile.

Tony was silent for a moment, before a sight escape his lips and he said :

"Alright, you guys are going to see it this night anyway, so I think I can... tell you right now."

Putting the marker down, he sat on the couch and grabbed his sweater, and suddenly, his boyfriends knew what the appointment was about.

Tony got his first tattoo today, still wrapped in the transparent bandage, just on his right hip. It was two wolves, cuddling with each other happily, with a little cat between their paws, hidden from the rest of the world.

"You two are like two big balls of fluff always looking after me, so..." Tony joked, still shy.

He was kinda worried his boyfriends won't like the tattoo, but it was the exact opposite.

"Oh my god Tony this is so beautiful !!" Steve said with a big smile, looking like an excited child.

"I can't believe you made it without telling us!" Bucky added, trying not to touch the sensitive skin.

"You have both beautiful tattoos, I wanted to have one as well.. to feel more close to you two, I guess..."

"You don't need this to be close from our hearts, princess..." Bucky grinned. "But I still want to touch so badly, oh my god."

"You can't, you know it need to heal before" Tony said with a smile, really happy to see them react like this.

"Bucky's right." Steve said. "I can't wait to see it healed... Im going to kiss and lick that beautiful thing so much..."

"Steve don't give me ideas like this or Im not going to stop myself" Bucky said.

Looking so happy, Tony smiled to both of them and laughed:

"Wait for it, you punks."

A concept: Punk!Steve and Bucky minding their own business, smoking in an alley behind the bar the rest of their friends are partying in, when a man comes skittering out the back door of the club and just fucking clobbers into Steve and knocks himself on his ass. (Bucky laughs at both how surprised and apologetic Steve looks and how stunned the other man looks. He’s never made it a secret that he’s an asshole.) The man stumbles to his feet and Steve and Bucky grimace when they realize he’s wearing slacks and a sweater and glasses. He really has no business being anywhere in the club. He’d be eaten alive.

The man stutters out an apology and tries to squeeze past them but before he can, the door opens again and the smarmiest man to ever smarm steps out to sneer at them. “Tony. I didn’t know you smoked.” The man–Tony???–makes a squeaky sound before latching onto Bucky’s arm and staring at The Smarmy Asshole with just a little… fear? “I don’t. I was just looking for my boyfriend. Who does. Smoke, that is.” Steve and Bucky share a look. Ah. Asshole ex-boyfriend. They can roll with this.

Unfortunately The Smarmy Asshole smirks at them smarmily and says, “Oh? Have you finally come to realize you’re only good as a side-piece then?” and they realize that This Smarmy Asshole has clearly seen them around together. Tony??? looks dismayed, and his hands loosen around Bucky’s arm. Bucky reaches out to put his own hand over them, giving The Smarmy Asshole a glare. “Who is this asshole, doll-face? He buggin’ you?” “Say the word and I’ll punch his teeth in,” Steve adds acidly, because Steve’s never done anything by halves, the idiot.

The Smarmy Asshole’s face falls for a moment before he sneers again. “So it’s not just my sloppy seconds. You’re taking sloppy thirds, too.” Steve takes a step forward to probably strangle him but then Tony??? makes a sad sound and just sort of… curls in on himself, and Steve’s always been an emotional asshole, so he turns to wrap himself around Tony??? instead.

Which is fine. Because that means Bucky can punch The Smarmy Asshole himself.

(And then they sort of actually start dating Tony. Who doesn’t smoke or ride bikes or do drugs (anymore). They kind of adore their smol, sweater-wearing boyfriend, especially when he’s wearing his glasses and looks super soft and sweet.)

((“It’s like two pitbulls hovering over a kitten,” Natasha drawls as Tony fusses with a fruity pink drink, pressed between Bucky and Steve as they drink their beers. Tony blushes and mutters in embarrassment. Steve and Bucky start using ‘kitten’ as a pet name and Natasha hates them for it because she wasn’t trying to fucking help them be sweet to their fella, she just wanted to see Tony blush.))