#I was going to wait to post these until Valentines day but I'm impatient to share them LMAO

[pennumbra]

Centaurworld Valentines 💘

#centaurworld #I was going to wait to post these until Valentines day but I'm impatient to share them LMAO #runner-up valentines for the general were 'you're a-mace-ing' and 'you make me whole' #runner-up for the nowhere king was 'you're very deer to me' #I actually wanted to make some for the rest of the herd! #but I kinda blanked on any good puns/card text #centaurworld the general #the general #the nowhere king #my art #valentines day

[joels-shitty-puns]

Sweetheart

Pairing: Post-Outbreak Joel Miller x F!Reader

Summary: Another year without a Valentine... Until you find yourself spending the day unexpectedly with your crush, Joel Miller.

Warnings: Mostly just fluff! Some kissing, light angst.

Other notes: Hi!! This is my entry for Space Sister's secret valentine for.... *drumroll* @skittlesfics!! Hope you enjoy!!! I tried to go with your prompt mentioned, though I won't spoil it in the summary :) Happy Valentine's day Skittles! <3

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It was the beginning of February and you could feel Valentine's day looming over you on the calendar. No Valentine for you this year. Pre-outbreak, Valentine's day was always flowers and chocolates lining the aisles of the stores, Valentine's cards for kids in elementary school, and large fluffy stuffed animals for kids of all ages. It wasn't the first February 14th you'd spend buried in a box of chocolates on your couch and watching cheesy romance movies, and you're sure it wouldn't be your last. One thing about the outbreak, you didn't have to worry about things like love. Survival was more important.

But since moving to Jackson, you've been able to experience a lot of the old traditions you'd once forgotten or could only reminisce over. One of which, you've learned, would be Valentine's day. You could feel it in the air without even knowing the plans for the big day. Children whispered and giggled with friends over their first crushes. Couples kissed and held hands. It wasn't long before heart shaped decorations were hung and red and pink lights were strung through the streets. They were going big it seemed.

It probably wouldn't bother you that much. It probably shouldn't bother you that much. You'd be fine just admiring couples in love. If it weren't for him. Joel Miller. Brother of Tommy and guardian of Ellie, you'd met him a couple times before striking up a friendship. Responsible for upkeep of the local library as your town job, you often saw Ellie pop in, wanting to find any comics that might have been recovered. At first Joel seemed impatient waiting on Ellie to find a book, but after the two of you began talking, he seemed to visit more frequently, and often it was Ellie persuading him to head home instead of the other way around. Somewhere in the long talks over stacks of books, you developed a crush. You looked forward to their visits, were eagerly surprised to see him on the street, and couldn't help but be hopeful when going to town for meals. But you didn't have high hopes for him feeling the same way. 

When Ellie suddenly had plans for Valentine's Day with her own crush, Joel was left alone with his thoughts. What were his plans? Sure, he'd like to take the pretty librarian out for a date, but it had been years since he'd been on a date. He had a relationship with Tess, but living in the QZ didn't leave much time or interest in romantic dates and couple activities. Maybe Valentine's day wasn't the best first date anyway. Too serious, he feared.

So on the evening of February 14th, he strolled towards the town for dinner, alone. He grabbed his food and looked for a table, noticing many already filled up with couples. Just when he was about to take his food to go, he noticed you sitting alone at a table in the back and decided to take a shot.

“Hey,” he muttered.

You looked up from your meal, taken aback to find your handsome Joel staring back at you. He wore a green flannel, your favorite, and had his hair recently combed after a shower. You could smell the fresh shampoo and soap wafting off of him, and he smelled amazing. What a difference from the years of apocalyptic bathing.

“Hi Joel,” you replied back, quieter than anticipated, feeling a bit nervous despite your best efforts.

“I was just thinking of leaving before I saw you sitting alone over here. Mind if I join ya? Or are you waiting on someone?” Joel asked, dinner tray still in hand.

“No, no, I'm alone. Please, sit down if you'd like,” you gestured to the empty seat across from you, a rose and candle placed between you, and on every table. “You look nice…” you mumbled.

Joel's cheeks flushed. “Thank ya, darlin’. So do you.” He quickly looked down at his plate, cutting his meat as a distraction.

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After the initial awkwardness, dinner became easier, with normal conversation flowing. The two of you laughed and smiled, stealing glances when the other wasn't looking. It seemed only a blink of an eye when the rest of the dining hall had emptied out.

Not wanting the night to end just yet, the two of you walked through the town. They were playing Never Been Kissed in the community center, but both of you preferred to keep talking and being alone together. Popping into the general store, you found some Valentine's snacks, and baking supplies, which you offered to bake for Joel at your place. Rubbing his neck nervously, he obliged.

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Turning the key into your cabin, Joel followed close behind you. The air was buzzing with tension, and as the two of you baked cookies, sparks flew even further. As well as flour. Pausing your frosting to take the last pan of heart shaped cookies out of the oven, you turned, just in time for Joel to wipe frosting on your nose. 

“Joel!” You squealed.

He laughed, only to be quickly shut up with a spoonful of frosting that you stuck into his mouth. Both giggling, you continued decorating cookies, opting to make them look like the conversation hearts you both remember eating before the outbreak. 

Frosting your last cookie, you turned to Joel, cookie behind your back. 

“I decorated one specifically for you, Joel.”

He turned to face you, one eyebrow raised in suspicion.

Handing him the cookie, he read the pink icing. “I like u, Joel.”

Your cheeks warmed, and you nervously rubbed your arm, waiting for his response.

Looking up from the cookie, he met your eyes, but didn't say anything.

“Joel…?”

Your stomach felt like lead and your blood felt cold. You must have misread the signals, and were about to turn away and start floundering for words when he threw the cookie on the counter and grabbed your face instead, planting a desperate kiss to your lips. He tasted like frosting and sugar cookie, the kiss urgent yet delicate. As you both pulled away to catch your breath, smiling, he replied while stroking his thumb over your cheek. “I like you too, Sugar. Happy Valentine's Day.”

“Happy Valentine's Day, Joel,” you grinned, leaning in to place another kiss to his lips as the two of you embraced, hearts beating faster and bodies warmed by love. Thankfully, Valentine's Day wasn't so bad this year, after all.

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Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed it!

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[anadiasmount]

what do you think an ideal date with jude be like?

a love for the books - jude bellingham x reader.

quick sum: request above!

wc: 1.3k | masterlist | jude’s masterlist

HIII MY LOVE!! i’m so sorry this was delayed but i’m posting this in honor of valentine’s day 😣🤍 ik this might be a little over the top, but knowning how jude is...🤭 HERE’S THISSS FOR YOU AND ANYONE READING!! like always, hope you enjoy bc it’s pure fluff 🤍🤍

“look so pretty for me darling,” jude said coming up behind you where you shyly looked away as you finished clasping your earrings on. “seriously, like how did i get this lucky,” jude kisses your temple and sighed in relief as he hugged your waist.

you smelled his familiar cologne, kissing his bicep that was bare as he wore a simple black button-up and some jeans. looking more boyfriend than ever. “i don’t know jude, you tell me. i’m the lucky one for being able to spend my weekend away with my boyfriend for the first time in weeks,” you say teasingly.

“you’re right. but i have a girlfriend who is patient, loves and cares for me, and planned this evening for the two of us. don’t worry i have something special in store for you later,” jude leans down and pecks your lips in a loving manner, a groan stuck in his throat as he tastes your sweet taste.

“cmon i wanna eat, i’ve been dying to eat for hours,” jude says pulling you to the door hand to hand. “jude wait hold, wait jude! i need my shoes and my purse,” you say giggling and rushed. jude sits impatiently as you finish final details, sighing in relief once you finished.

jude opens the passenger door for you, refusing to let you do anything and let him be the gentleman he is. he keeps a hand on your thigh but from time and time, he'll interlock hands and kiss the back of it gently, giving you a cheeky smile as he sang to his music.

he led you to your table at the exclusive and private restaurant, never letting go until he grabbed your chair and helped you get seated. his brows pulled in as he scanned through the menu, telling you different options of what he saw or what he was in the mood for.

"we'll take the roscatto red wine in a bottle, and bread rolls for starters," jude spoke kindly, his thumb rubbing your skin as you continued to scan in the menu, thanking the waiter when they brought and filled your glass.

"what's the surprise you mentioned," you asked curiously, leaning your head on your hand that rested on your table. "it won't be a surprise if i tell you," jude snickered, grabbing a small bite of the golden warm bread. "yes but i'm impatient and want to know," you moaned. "if you keep whining i'll blindfold you and won't let you see the entire ride there," jude raised his brow testing you.

"fine, now what are you thinking of getting?" you asked taking a sip of the red wine carefully. "maybe the honey garlic salmon with a side of stirred veggies?" he said slowly as he read the menu. you winced in a disgusted manner, shaking your head at the thought of seafood, "ew..."

"oh please," jude laughed at you, "i bet you'll order pasta or noodles of some sort knowing how you are," jude teased earning a dramatic gasp from you. "for your information, i was thinking of it... BUT i'm going to go with the steak with a side garlic parm zucchini bites and stuffed rolls," you poke your tongue out.

jude and you speak quietly among yourselves, laughing loudly as you remember old memories and remince those times where you first met, last minute dates because you had missed each other. going to random gas stations to get snacks, or stay up all night on facetime.

you could remember it all, write all the memories down on sheets of papers and turn them into a book if you wanted to. jude always tells you the day you have kids, and once they’re bigger, he couldn’t wait to tell them just exactly how you met. how his heart bang out his chest and saw everyone blurry and just you standing in the room.

how nervous he was trying to approach you. the eagerness inside him to hear you laugh or make you smile. how determined he was to get your number or any sort of contact because he knew. how much off a stuttered mess he was once he finally asked you if you want to go inside for a drink. how he felt like the luckiest man on earth, almost cried, when you told him the three words.

through think and thin. you were it for him. and he’ll never ever let go of you.

“cmon… we’re almost there baby…” jude said as he dragged you along the gravel road down into a wet trail. “jude when you mentioned surprise i though a movie night with a fort and a game off poker, not this! i just ate and all this walking is gonna make me throw up,” you laughed nervously, almost misplaced your step any a giant rock.

“funny you say movie night… what if we have a movie night here,” jude closed your eyes, then revealed the open setting. “we can star and moon gaze if we get bored, but we can have a movie night here with all these snacks surrounding us,” jude kisses your forehead, watching your mouth agape as you saw the laid out pillows and sheets, a small table containing the snacks and jude’s ipad.

“jude… this is so CUTE. I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU! you’re the best boyfriend i could ever ask for,” you squeal hugging him so tight he’s afraid you’ll break his bones. “only boyfriend you’ll have,” jude states in a possessive manner making you roll your eyes playfully.

“only boyfriend i know, unless for some reason henry cavil turns up single?” you shrug pouting your bottom lip, jude immediately frowning as he followed your steps into the sheets laid out. “uhm first off all were both english. second of all that won’t ever happen, i’ll make sure if it. third of all, you say all this after i do this for my lovely girlfriend?” jude speaks as hoe watches you set up the pillows and open bags of chips.

“i was just kidding… you’re the only hero in my life, and i can’t wait to make more of these memories with you,” you say after nagging an upset jude to lay down. he has one hand under his head, as the other one strokes your back, the bringing it up to tuck a curl back, brushing your cheek and leaning up to capture your lips.

you melt inside, feeling a burn sensation as he kiss your lips. this felt different than past times, the way he holds you, kissing you like a starved man, hands brushing and pulling you on top of him so he can further the kiss even more. your hearts beat quicker, not once pulling away, just in your own world with jude.

“as much as i want to fuck you against these sheets… i want to watch the movie with you,” jude pulls away breathless, smears of your lipstick all over his lips as he closes his eyes trying to calm down. “and what if i say i don’t want to watch the movie… that i’ll take that offer right now,” you whisper, kissing his jaw, making jude shiver.

“if you’re a good girl and do what i’ll say, i’ll gladly grant the wish, so turn around for me and press play…” jude’s voice then deep nudging to the ipad and watching you slowly turn and lay on his arm, feeling your nails gaze onto his skin as you traced his veins.

after a couple minutes of silence and just your breaths and watching the movie, you feel jude pull the strap of your dress down and pepper kisses all over your bare shoulder. “stay still, gonna give my girl the love and care she deserves…”

your love was definitely a story for the books.

#jude bellingham #judey thoughts 5️⃣ #jude bellingham x reader #jude bellingham imagine #jude bellingham blurb #jude bellingham one shot #football fanfic #footballer #football x reader

[liaromancewriter]

Night at the Ballet

Premise: It’s World Ballet Day, and Ethan organizes a special surprise for Cassie.

Book: Open Heart (post series) Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Cassie Valentine) Rating/Category: Teen+. Fluff. Format: Prose + Edits Words: 620

A/N: World Ballet Day is on November 1. I'm a day late, but it still counts. Using @choicesflashfics week 57, prompt 3. Late submission to @choicesprompts Flufftober

Part 1: The Ballerina

Part 2: The Ballet

Ethan Ramsey leaned back and stretched his arm across the back of a plush seat. His blue eyes were uncharacteristically soft as he watched his wife gleefully caption the picture she’d taken of the performance before the intermission.

He didn’t often get a chance to surprise Cassie Valentine, but he’d gotten lucky this time. He knew how much she loved ballet, so when he saw an ad for a special performance of Swan Lake for World Ballet Day, he felt it was kismet.

He’d gone all out -- hiring a limo for the evening, arranging her favorite champagne and an early dinner at a romantic French bistro before the performance.

“And done!”

Cassie turned her phone’s screen to show him the post, her green eyes brimming with delight. She laughed when he rolled his eyes and snuggled against him, lifting his arm to drape it over her shoulder.

“You know,” Ethan drawled, “you could’ve waited until we got home to post that. Focusing on one thing at a time is a highly underrated quality.”

Cassie scoffed. “Boobs prove that men can focus on two things at once.”

“Yours are definitely worthy of attention,” Ethan quipped before he could think twice about it.

“Even if they’re not very big?” she mused questioningly.

Ethan paused, his eyes narrowing in consideration. “I think that line of query requires a complete diagnostic exam before I can make my final determination.”

He grinned lasciviously, reaching for the bodice of her gown. Cassie snorted a laugh and swatted his hands away.

“Behave,” she scolded. “We’re in public, and this box doesn’t provide much privacy from other patrons.”

As if to prove her point, Cassie briefly glanced sideways at the woman in the box beside theirs, who was staring openly at them. “Why are we talking about my breasts?”

“Damn if I know,” Ethan growled, menacingly staring down their neighbor until she looked away, abashed.

“Anyway,” Cassie shrugged, returning to their earlier conversation. “The whole point of Picta is to live in the moment and let your friends join in the fun.”

Her phone was on silent, but the screen lit up with a notification.

“See?” She unlocked the phone and snorted when she read Bryce’s comment aloud.

“I could have told him I thunk it,” Cassie griped, rolling her eyes.

“You’ve ruined my reputation,” Ethan teased, nuzzling her neck and kissing the sensitive spot just below her ear. “I might have to exact revenge just for that.”

“Everyone knows revenge is a dish best served cold,” she kissed his jaw, “and you’re way too impatient.”

“Are you sure about this?” he challenged, quirking one eyebrow.

She eyed him in disbelief. “Sure that you’re already wondering how you can convince me to leave early so you can fuck me? Yes!” She framed his face between her hands and peered into his eyes, amused. “I know you, babe.”

“In that case,” he drawled, cuffing her wrists, “let’s get out of here.”

Cassie smiled seductively. Her lips hovered over his, tantalizingly close. And then the lights overhead flickered a few times.

“Looks like the intermission is over.” She gently nipped his bottom lip with her teeth. “And this act is my favorite.” She teased his lips with her tongue before pulling away. “So, you’ll have to wait your turn.”

The house lights dimmed, and Cassie leaned forward, her eyes once more on the stage. As the music drifted from the orchestra below, Ethan squirmed in his seat and surreptitiously adjusted the front of his pants.

There were still two acts left, he thought with a glance at his watch. It was going to be a long wait indeed.

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[quickspinner]

WIP Report 1/17/2024

Because I feel like I owe you guys one, even if there's not too much to say. (I'm a wordy bitch though, I can always find plenty to say!)

I haven't made a lot of progress the last few months, unless you count on craft projects. I had some rather ambitious plans for Christmas so I ended up focusing on a lot of those instead of writing. Dry spells happen to everybody, they're nearly impossible to control, and all you can really do is wait them out, let your brain recharge. Nobody is more impatient with this process than the writer!

Indelible remains my priority, and I am making progress in tiny bits. This is one of the chapters that, in the original plan, was meant to be a brief interlude where I would gloss over a lot of things, but as the story has turned out, it needs to be more than what it was planned to be, and so it's taken me a while to kind of work out what needs to happen. Anarka is a difficult character for me and working what I need her to say is challenging and a little tedious. On the plus side, once we get past this chapter, I have more written, and I just have to connect the dots. I will say I am rethinking the ending a bit; not how it ends, but where I intended to end it. I feel like you guys are owed some closure on some things I hadn't really planned on in the beginning, and that can only really happen by going a little farther than I intended. I am determined to finish this thing this year!

I am doing the LBSC Valentine's Exchange this year; I really feel like I have committed to a lot that is still hanging out there unfinished and I want to focus on finishing those before I take on anything big, but the Valentine's exchange is small enough that I don't feel too guilty about it - and I do think that taking a break from the monsters is occasionally healthy.

I also plan to do my birthday big bang this April, so probably I'll take some prompts/requests for that in the next month or two. Those will also be fun, quick things, along with maybe a chapter of those neglected long works. I always try to get at least four or five things to post that day.

Other than that, the plan for the new year is to focus on finishing Indelible, Guard My Heart, Too Good to Be True, and getting back to Beautiful Dreams, with the occasional short, light bit thrown in for funsies. I am determined not to start any more epics until those are done!!

(famous last words right)

#wip report

[mdzs-owns-my-ass-i-guess]

A thousand times, until the end of the world

Happy Valentine's Day to all who celebrate!

Life has been super busy for me and I have been unable to fulfill my promise of writing a series of drabbles until Valentine's Day - but WangXian are in love every day so I'll keep posting them even if it's after February 14th.

I wish you all love - no matter if it's romantic, platonic, for your family, your pets or your favorite piece of media.

This fic is very long, very cliche and I was very embarrassed writing it. I hope you enjoy it!

Wei Ying was definitely going to petition the government about this - it was so unfair and, he was quite sure, illegal, for him to have to be working on Valentine's Day instead of spending the day with Lan Zhan doing cute romantic things and also each other. If Christmas and New Year can be free days, so can Valentine's. How could it even be expected of him to focus on meetings and projects when all he wanted to do was be with the person he loved on the global day of love?!

"Stop being so pouty." Wen Qing flicked his forehead as he sulkily ate his lunch. "Don't you get to spend every single day with Lan Wangji?"

"You don't get it, Qing-jie!" He lamented, biting into his sandwich, "Today is special!"

"Corporations capitalizing on human emotion to make profits isn't special, Wei Wuxian."

An eye roll. "You're like the Grinch of February 14th. Once you get a girlfriend, you'll think otherwise! Everyone is like this on Valentine's."

"No, I'm pretty sure it's just you. And Lan Wangji."

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All Wei Ying wanted to do was go home and cuddle his boyfriend. Since they'd both had long shifts and were tired, they would probably just spend the night in, order takeout and make love - which sounded heavenly to Wei Ying. He could already imagine himself latching onto Lan Zhan and being carried all the way into their-

The apartment was unpleasantly quiet, dark and empty. Wei Ying let out a frustrated groan. So much for his dream night. Did that stickler Lan Qiren really keep Lan Zhan overtime even on Valentine's? That bitter old man, of course he would! What would he know about love of all things? No wonder nobody married him!

But before Wei Ying could send Lan Zhan a whiny text about not being home, his eyes landed on a beautiful, red envelope, a rose on top of it as it rested on the kitchen counter.

Curious, Wei Ying opened it, and his features softened as his eyes scanned over the beautiful callugraphy:

My dearest and most beloved Wei Ying,

A limousine will be waiting for you in front of our apartment complex at 8pm sharp, and I have lovingly prepared a box for you to find on our bed with clothing and accessories I wish for you to wear. This is my first gift for you tonight, I can only hope it will be to your liking.

Fate has kept us apart for many years, cruel and unyielding to my longing and unquenched desire for you. I have spent endless, lonely days and the darkest of nights with only the bright, beautiful image of you to keep my misery at bay. Such has been my unbelievable luck to find you again and be granted the honor to love you and be loved by you in return, a gift from the gods to make up for my painful existence away from you.

I must ask you to forgive my temporary absence right now. Forgive me for not being there to kiss away your day's woes, for not welcoming you the way I so impatiently dream to do from the moment I leave our home in the morning. I am holding onto the thought that you will soon join me as tightly as I wish to be holding you. Please grant me a silver of your patience, and we will be soon reunited.

I will be waiting for you earnestly,

Forever yours,

L. Z.

Wei Ying's cheeks burned so red it felt as if his face had been set on fire - and if his heart beat any faster, he was quite sure it would break out of his ribcage and leap to wherever Lan Zhan was. Of course he would do something like this - so impossibly romantic but just as impossibly secretive about it. Wei Ying could only be glad that his gift had been ready in time - it had taken him weeks to make the perfect engagement ring to give Lan Zhan, carefully crafting it with the help of the best jewelers he could find.

With that knowledge in mind, he walked to their bedroom, smiling so wide all the way until he entered it and found it decorated with beautiful flowers - and red satin bedsheets on the mattress. Lan Zhan definitely pulled all the stops, didn't he?

A simple but rather large red box rested in the middle of the bed, with another rose on top. Wei Ying opened it and found a beautiful red cashmere shirt of incredibly good quality, a pair of black pants, a fine golden necklace with matching earrings and - Wei Ying chuckled audibly - a pair of very lacy black panties.

What could he do but try them on and send a picture?

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The limousine had arrived at precisely 8pm - but Wei Ying had finished getting ready much quicker and had been so impatient that he waited in the lobby for 20 minutes - so he almost jumped into the luxurious car the moment it pulled up.

In the backseat, another red envelope and several gift bags awaited.

My most beloved,

I thank you for your patience once more, as my own is beginnig to fade into the familiar ache of missing you, my soul yearning for yours so earnestly. I could never express it into words how much I love you, the feelings you have awoken in me far beyond the measliness of human language.

I am often rendered speechless around you, bewitched by your incredible beauty, your genius and your admirable character. The compliments I am telling you, the words I am writing for you do not even come close to describing how immense my love and admiration for you are.

I have attempted to show you, as much as the modest means of mortal existence allow, how much I cherish you and how I am doing the very best I can to make you happy. Please accept these few gifts and the hours I have put into trying to find something worthy of being yours.

Forever yours,

L. Z.

Wei Ying couldn't help pressing the letter to his heart, overcome with emotion. He had known Lan Zhan loved him, had seen it and felt it in all the ways it could ever be seen and felt - but seeing it laid out into words made Wei Ying feel as if love had started coursing through his veins instead of bloodstream.

The gifts were so thoughtful Wei Ying could cry - from little trinkets and items he'd mentioned to Lan Zhan in passing, to various new electronic devices he needed (and sturdy cases and chargers for all of them), high quality jewelry, a new travel cup (how had Lan Zhan known he just broke his own that day?), even a new tea set just like the one Yanli had gifted Wei Ying but he lost when he moved from his own apartment into Lan Zhan's. Everything had a little note on it, something along the lines of "you liked this once when we were at the mall", "to replace your old accessories", "to make it easier for you to lay out your ideas" - there was so much love put into every detail.

And at the bottom of one of the bags, there was a thick little book. Another letter rested on its first page.

Every day I have spent with you has left me with such wonderful memories - and I have noted them all down, so I never forget them, no matter how much time passes and even when my memory may fail me in old age. This is my image of you, this is who and how you are to me - and if I am ever not there for you and the world feels like it has gone against you once more, please find comfort in this book and let it offer you proof that you will never be alone ever again.

There were somewhere around 400 pages of paragraphs - compliments, vivid descriptions of mundane moments (like making coffee together or grocery shopping) or various events (birthdays, anniversaries, holidays), waxing poetic on Wei Ying's everything. How he reacted to things, what he looked like, how it made Lan Zhan feel. Plans for the future, little dirty fantasies in elegant language, wishes for a life together forever.

One could never finish such a long literary piece as quickly as the driver had parked at the destination. The weight of the ring in Wei Ying's pocket only served to strengthen his resolve.

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The moment the driver announced they'd arrived, Wei Ying leaped out of the car and ran into Lan Zhan's arms, kissing him with fervor. His passion was returned tenfold - Lan Zhan had really not lied about missing him, his lips so ravenous and needy.

With great reluctance, Lan Zhan ended their kiss, arms still holding his beloved tightly. "I love you."

"How could you do all these sweet, romantic things to me today, huh? I could have died, you know!" Wei Ying scolded, playful. "I love you too, by the way. Even if you're so mean to me!"

"Wei Ying deserves to feel loved. If I must bully him into it sometimes, I am willing to take responsibility after."

Wei Ying smiled, knowing and mischevios. "Oh, you will. Did you see the picture I sent you?"

"Mn."

He let a hand glide over the sharp contour of Lan Zhan's jawline, "Did you like it?"

"I will show you when we get home."

Wei Ying really wanted to pull him into a kiss again and not wait until they got home - but Lan Zhan took a disappointing step back.

"Dinner first."

"Aw, come on..."

"I have cooked your favorite. Also, I am sure you have only had one meal today and you need nutrients."

It was only then that did Wei Ying notice that a beautifully set table awaited them, surrounded by candles and mood lighting, two steaming dishes on top and two glasses of wine. The table had been strategically placed on the cliff overlooking the city so that the twinkling lights of the metropole would be visible.

"You really did think of everything, didn't you?" Wei Ying smiled, so fond and in love. "I feel like I'm in a fairytale romance. I always feel like that, to be honest, but this is..."

"Special."

And they toasted to that, before digging into the food. Lan Zhan had really outdone himself with it, and even the amount of spice was perfect - so much so that...

"You're really husband material, Lan Zhan." Wei Ying laughed as he took a sip of his drink. "You cook so well, you clean, you spoil me... I should really marry you already."

Lan Zhan didn't reply at first, but there was something in his eyes that Wei Ying couldn't quite place. "I would be honored to be Wei Ying's forever." he said, at last.

The admission made Wei Ying's entire body vibrate with excitement.

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After dinner, Lan Zhan laid out a soft blanket so they could admire the city as they finished the wine. Lan Zhan hadn't had much, and Wei Ying had tried not to drink it all from nerves and excitement - so now they sat, reminscing, watching the landscape.

"This is where we first met, isn't it? You were so angry I disrupted your meditation that evening!" Wei Ying laughed, bumping shoulders with his lover. "I was quite sure you'd kick my ass down the mountain when I sat next to you!"

"Wei Ying has been... troubling from the start."

"What, did I haunt your teenage fantasies from the start?"

When Lan Zhan didn't answer and his ears pinked up in response, Wei Ying howled with laughter. "You're the best, you know that? If it's any consolation, I couldn't stop thinking of you either, even if I had no idea why. Thank God I wised up!"

A few beats of silence passed. Wei Ying played with the ring box in the pocket of his pants as he spoke. "You know, Lan Zhan, I think you're really great. In other words, I like you, I love you, I... I whatever you. It can only be you."

The honeyed pool of Lan Zhan's eyes glistened with emotion. "Wei Ying..."

And it was just at that moment that both of them produced two ring boxes, one light blue, the other crimson red.

They both laughed, the unshed tears falling from their eyes.

"Lan Zhan..."

"Wei Ying."

"Will you marry me?"

"Yes, a thousand times, until the end of the world."

Wei Ying carefully slid the ring over Lan Zhan's finger, trembling just a bit, but so grateful that it fit so well. It looked like it belonged there.

"Wei Ying..."

"Lan Zhan."

"Will you marry me?"

"Yes, a thousand times, until the end of the world."

The moment the ring rested on his finger, Wei Ying finally felt like the world fell in its rightful place.

And they kissed under the fireworks that burst out of nowhere.

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Kristoff filled his grill with charcoal briquets, and he set the lighter fluid and the lighter at opposite ends of the table. He inspected the plates to make sure they were still clean, and adjusted the forks that had been blown askew by the wind.  Then he folded some carrots into foil and set them on the tray on the side of the grill, and he went ahead and seasoned the steaks even though Ryder hadn't gotten there yet. He could always add more seasoning later.

Then he waited. He still had two minutes to kill, assuming Ryder got there on time. It was reasonable that he might get there a few minutes late, but there really was no way to know.

Suddenly he felt a breeze at his chest, and he felt ridiculous for listening to Anna when she said to unbutton three buttons. He tried two in front of the mirror, and he saw her point. But three felt a little exposed.

"What do you think, Sven?" he asked the dog whining at his feet. "Is it too much?"

The doorbell rang mercifully before Kristoff had any more time to agonize over the stupid button.

Sven greeted Ryder with a full body hug, shoulder massage, and a facial. Kristoff usually pulls him down right away, but Ryder wrapped his arms around Sven, and said, "You must be Sven! It's so good to meet you. I've heard so much about you!"

Ryder's dog Yelana, a small, sassy mutt with matted white hair and cloudy eyes, began barking right away. Kristoff ducked down and let her smell his hand, never missing a single waft of patchouli gifted to him whenever Ryder moved.  Yelana sniffed his hand hesitantly and licked his fingers a few times. Then she ran into the house and quickly found a spot near the back door to lie down.

“Alright, Sven,” Kristoff said, and finally removed the dog from Ryder’s shoulders.

He only allowed himself a brief glimpse of Ryder's eyes before he felt a mild flush, but then he accepted that he was going to be just a little red the entire time Ryder was there anyway, so he might as well let himself have the privilege.

"Hey, sorry we're a little late. I went left when I should have gone right. And I mean, your instructions were so clear."

Kristoff smiled until Ryder did, and then they both laughed nervously. Kristoff extended his hand, but Ryder rushed in for a hug.

Kristoff was taken aback, but he enthusiastically folded Ryder into his body so comfortably, followed by a kiss on Ryder’s cheek, and a “Happy Valentine’s Day” whispered into his ear.

Ryder planted a slow and deliberate kiss on Kristoff’s lips, which Kristoff would have extended if Sven hadn't been impatiently banging his tail against the carpet.

“Well, come in,” Kristoff said, stepping out of the way. "We're gonna be on the patio if you want to head over. I'll be right there." Kristoff took his time locking the front door so he could button the third button. But then a hit of patchouli calmed his nerves, and he decided to leave it.

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#5

I Can’t Lose You, Too | John Shelby x Reader

Request: yes by @the-irish-girl

Pairing: John Shelby x reader

Summary: John and (Y/N)'s marriage wasn't built on love. In fact, (Y/N) didn't even think that John was capable of loving her until the day he showed her.

Warnings: language, mentions of stealing, arranged marriage

Word Count: 2383

A/N: I love writing for John...he doesn’t get enough love on here. I hope you enjoy! :)

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She was going through the motions at this point. Wake the kids (that weren't even hers by blood) up to (hopefully) have them go to school, clean up the house, and get going on making dinner. Her so-called husband was never at the house. He so much as sent a glance in her direction. She often wondered what she'd done to get herself into this situation. Oh yeah...her father.

(Y/N) came from a poor family that lived in Small Heath. A poor family that had a patriarch with a crippling gambling problem. No matter if they had, or didn't have, money, he was pissing it away at the betting shop on Watery Lane. His debts to the shop's owners racked up so high that they made a house call one day, giving the old man an ultimatum: pay up or die. Scrambling (because he didn't have the cash), he offered up (Y/N) as a way to settle the debt. The boss of the shop agreed. He had a brother that needed a woman in his life, and the man needed to pay back his debt. A win-win situation, right? No...not for (Y/N).

She went on being something like a ghost in her husband's life for seven months before she decided to put a stop to it.

Now she was walking with purpose down Watery Lane. John was at his family's betting shop, where he spent the majority of his day working. So (Y/N) walked right into the establishment, ignoring the looks of the men who worked there. She didn’t care. She was a Shelby, too. Her eyes were focused on her husband, who currently had his back towards her and was writing something on the chalkboard hung up against the wall.

"Right, who's got the winnings for Cheltenham?" he asked the men standing around, a piece of chalk ready in his hand to start writing. (Y/N) came to a stop right where the slight step up onto the platform that John was standing on was. She rested her hands on her hips, looking up at him intently as she waited for him to turn around. The room fell silent. "Do we have any winnings for Cheltenham?" John asked again, impatience in his voice as he then turned around to see what was waiting for him. "Oh...hey, (Y/N)."

"'Hey'? That's the best you can do?" (Y/N) raised her eyebrows at him. John was instantly confused.

"I'm working," he stated, motioning his arms around the room to accentuate the fact that he was indeed working.

"So you're 'working' all of the time then, right? It's because you're working that you're never home and that you don't have the time for your family?!" (Y/N) flipped her lid. She was fuming with anger, from being ignored by her so-called husband for months now. She couldn't stand it anymore.

"Can we do this another time, (Y/N)?" John was looking around at the men who were watching this whole thing go down.

"No, because, like I just fucking said, you're never home!" her arms were flailing now.

"(Y/N)..." John was at a loss for words.

Luckily, the conversation didn't get any further, because Tommy came storming into the main area. "Oi! Family meeting. If you're not kin, get out!" he was yelling at the other men in the room. His brother, Arthur, and aunt, Polly, were following behind him.

(Y/N) was just about to leave when John grabbed her arm. "You're staying. You're kin," he told her, making her let out a huff. She didn't want to get mixed up in this family's business. She just wanted her husband to be around and treat her like an actual human.

"If you're not kin, get out," Tommy repeated, his eyes zeroing in on (Y/N), who was standing with John's hand still wrapped around her bicep so that she couldn't move.

"She's staying, Tommy. She's me wife. She's kin," John's voice is firm as he spoke to his older brother, and (Y/N) was genuinely shocked. It actually sounded like he cared for her. Like he wanted his wife to be involved in his life.

"She stays then," the older of the two Shelby brothers sighed, running a hand through his hair before he set both of them down on the table, allowing him to lean against them. "We've had something happen..." he trailed off then, sighing once more. "Someone from the south side has broken in and stolen the broach that was mum's. We have reason to believe that it was the doing of someone from the Rutherford family. They have interest in the selling of jewelry and are most likely going to look to pawn it off."

Everyone had serious expressions on their face but (Y/N) couldn't help but furrow her eyebrows. She must've been missing something. It was just a fucking broach. "Something wrong, (Y/N)?" Tommy questioned, looking across the table at the woman who was honestly trying not to laugh at this point.

"I'm just confused as to why we've called a serious family meeting over a stolen broach," she pointed out, glancing around in hopes that she'd see someone else trying not to snicker like she was. Not one person shared the same sentiment.

"It's one of the only things we have left of our mum," John was the one to explain, leaning in closely to her ear so that he could share the information with her privately. It was quiet in the room though, so no doubt everyone heard him tell her.

"You said someone took it?" (Y/N) was looking over at Tommy now.

"We have reason to believe so, yes," Tommy simply nodded.

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#4

Girl Dad | Tommy Shelby x Reader

Read another story with this family here.

Request: yes by anonymous

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x reader

Summary: Tommy Shelby's destined to be a girl dad, and he's completely fine with it.

Warnings: none...just some tooth-rotting family fluff

Word Count: 3627

A/N: I had so much fun with this story. Dad!Tommy is one of my favorite Tommy’s and I’ll always jump at the chance to write him. Enjoy! :)

Let me know if you’d like to be tagged in future stories similar to this one!

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The second that Tommy and (Y/N) stepped into Arrow House, they were greeted by balloons, a 'welcome home' sign and the bright smile of their head maid, Mary.

"Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. Shelby," she greeted them, her eyes focused on the small bundle that (Y/N) was holding in her arms.

"Thank you, Mary," Tommy nodded to the older woman, who still quickly got started on helping him with his overcoat despite the excitement she held.

She made sure that it was hung in the small closet in the entryway before she came back over to where the couple was standing. "Mrs. Shelby, may I help with your coat as well?" she then asked.

"Sure, Mary," (Y/N) nodded with a smile before she looked down at the baby in her arms. "Tommy," she then softly called for her husband, who nodded and extended his arms for her to transfer the baby into them. Once her arms were free, Mary helped her out of her coat. "Thank you, Mary," she smiled once it was completely off of her body.

"You look very beautiful, Mrs. Shelby," Mary complimented the younger woman, who felt her cheeks heat up. She certainly didn't feel beautiful after the few, strenuous days that she'd just spent in the hospital, but it was nice to hear someone who wasn't her husband call her that.

"Thank you, Mary," she smiled before glancing around the foyer, "is Thea upstairs?" she asked once she realized how quiet the house was.

"Yes. She's in the playroom with her gigi," the maid answered.

"Ok. Can you go get them? We'd like for her to meet the baby," (Y/N) asked, and Mary nodded before walking over to the staircase. Once she was halfway up, (Y/N) turned to look at Tommy, who still had their baby in his arms. "Let's go into the front room," she told him. Tommy nodded, allowing her to walk through the archway first before he followed.

"Sit, love," Tommy instructed her, knowing she must still be weak on her feet. (Y/N) nodded and took a seat on the couch before Tommy moved over to her and gently passed their baby into her arms. (Y/N) smiled at the sleeping baby before her eyes matched Tommy's again.

There was no doubt that she was happy to be home. After having complications with the birth of their first child, Theodora, it was suggested that (Y/N) gave birth to their second child at a hospital. (Y/N) heeded the suggestion, which turned into a five day stay there for both her and Tommy. Tommy, of course, wasn't supposed to be in the birthing ward for much longer than when their baby was born, but he didn't listen. Now the three of them were home and more than ready to settle back into everyday life.

Soon enough, the echoes of Thea's excited talking were heard as she came down the stairs and into the front room. "Mummy! Daddy!" she exclaimed upon seeing her parents for the first time in several days.

"Hello, Thea," (Y/N) greeted her daughter with a smile on her face, her heart swelling at the sight of her. "Hi, mum," she then looked behind the child to see her mother coming into the room. She'd graciously offered to stay at the house and watch Thea while her daughter and son-in-law were at the hospital.

"Hello, sweetie," her mother returned the greeting with a smile on her face as she led the bouncing girl over to where Tommy and (Y/N) were. "She's gorgeous, you guys," she then commented upon seeing a glimpse of the baby (Y/N) was holding in her arms. She smiled at (Y/N) before looking over at Tommy. Despite the tensions that normally stood between them, she smiled as she reached over and pulled him into a hug.

It was a secret to no one that (Y/N)'s mother wasn't Tommy's biggest fan. She was a single mother who, despite her best efforts, just couldn't seem to keep (Y/N) away from the blue-eyed troublemaker that lived a few doors down from them. It surprised her when her daughter told her that she and Tommy had begun courting each other and were serious about having a future together. Deep down she hoped that the young lady would heed to the warnings that she'd been laying out for her...trying to tell her that her father was much like Tommy in some ways, and that look how her mother had ended up with a man like that. But (Y/N) didn't listen.

Then the Great War came. And despite her distaste towards Tommy Shelby, she still held her daughter close as she cried into her chest when Tommy and his brothers left to fight in France. She tried her best in helping (Y/N) get through those grueling years, but what she never expected was that her daughter would fall pregnant after Tommy had been granted a few days leave.

(Y/N) was steadfast on keeping the baby. She wrote to Tommy announcing it, and when his letter returned, she was shocked to read his proposal for her to marry him. Enclosed in the letter was the gold ring he wore daily on his pinky, and (Y/N) accepted it by almost immediately placing it on her ring finger. Her mom couldn't do much more now than continue to help her daughter get through these tough times with this added excitement.

Theodora Rose Shelby was born in October of 1918, exactly one month before Armistice was reached and the war was declared as finished. (Y/N)'s mother's heart swelled as she stayed by her daughter's side to witness the birth of her granddaughter, and the tears were brought on when (Y/N) announced that she and Tommy had talked and that they wanted to make her middle name 'Rose', which was the older woman's name.

And then when Tommy finally came home, Rose stood with her daughter by her side and her granddaughter in her arms and watched as (Y/N) ran towards Tommy the second she saw him. He got down on one knee and formally asked her to marry him before scooping her up into his arms and kissing her passionately. Rose put on a smile and welcomed the young man home; her happiness for her daughter outweighing her wariness of the man she chose to be with.

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#3

Calm Me Down | Tommy Shelby x Reader

Request: yes by anonymous

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x reader

Summary: Tommy has a way of calming (Y/N) down, regardless if he’s miles away or right in front of her.

Warnings: langauge, violence (typical to series), familial arguing, attempted sexual assault, death of minor character, murder, weapons

Word Count: 3170

A/N: I wasn’t quite sure if the two prompts that were sent in this request were meant to be two for different stories or not, so I meshed them together. I hope you don’t mind. Enjoy! :)

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"Tell me: how much money do you think I make that you can go ahead and spend it on worthless things?!"

"I was buying Matthew shoes, dad!"

"He doesn't need shoes! I didn't have shoes growing up and look how I turned out!"

Both (Y/N) and her older sister, Gwen, kept their mouths shut instead of responding to their father's statement. Gwen had been going at it with her father over the amount of money that the household has and what said money should be spent on. (Y/N) was just sitting at the table, hoping to eat her dinner in peace.

It had been like this since their mom died. Gwen decided that she would stay in her family's home longer instead of getting married so that she could help her father with her two younger siblings. Well (Y/N) wasn't that much younger. Gwen was going to be thirty-two this year, and she was born only four years before (Y/N). Still, she was the one who stepped into the role of 'mother' around the house. Fights like this happened almost every night.

They were arguing about the amount of bread that the family needed to purchase a week when (Y/N) stood from the table and went to wash her dishes in the sink. She then made her way to the front door and exited the house. She knew that she needed to get away from her family for the moment. She just didn't know where to go.

Her boyfriend was out of town. He was currently in Camden Town, working on expanding his business. (Y/N) met Tommy Shelby through a friend of hers, Darcy, who happened to work as one of his secretaries. She managed to coax Tommy out one night to meet (Y/N). (Y/N) was told that he was having trouble getting over the last woman he'd been involved with after she moved to America...among other things. (Y/N) didn't bother asking him to elaborate on the 'other things'. She was just happy that he agreed to meet her. And surprisingly, to her at least, she and Tommy hit it off. He told her that he enjoyed her company, and they had been seeing each other roughly daily for the past three months.

It was still early in their relationship, but (Y/N) felt something with Tommy that she never felt with any of her other past partners. She knew what kind of work he was involved in. Knew that he commanded the respect of every person in Small Heath. Yet she wasn't scared of him. He was an entirely different person when he was with her.

He often helped to calm her down on nights much like this one. But he wasn't in Small Heath at the moment. So she needed to think of another means of getting to hear his voice. Walking down the cobblestone sidewalk as the rain started coming down harder, she spotted a telephone booth at the corner of the street. Picking up the pace of her step, she rushed inside the booth and let out a sigh, happy to be out of the rain. Then she dropped a coin into the slot and asked to be put through to the hotel that she hoped he was staying in. Her mission was a success, and seconds later, she was being transferred to the room he was occupying.

"Hello?" his voice came from the other end of the line, and (Y/N)'s stresses dissipated almost instantly.

"Tommy?" she asked, even though she knew it was him.

"(Y/N)? Where're you calling me from, love?" he asked, his voice laced with confusion and concern. "I didn't recognize the connection that the lobby sent me."

"I'm at a phone booth on Wells street," she answered him, looking through the glass as the rain continued to pour down. "My father and sister...they're fighting again. I couldn't stand it," she told him the reason, well one of the reasons behind her call.

"Same things?" Tommy questioned, leaning back against the chair he was sitting in now that he knew that she wasn't in any grave danger.

"Yes," she sighed, nodding her head even though he couldn't see her, "they both think they're right and it just makes them scream louder," she stated, looking down at her shoes then, "that's not the only reason I called though..." she trailed off, hating that there was an obvious tinge of sadness in her voice.

"Oh? Is everything alright?" Tommy questioned, furrowing his eyebrows as he awaited her response.

"Yes, everything's fine," she assured him before letting out a sheepish laugh, "I just...I miss you," she admitted then, feeling slightly embarrassed about it. He had only been gone for four days so far, and he was expected to be back by the end of the weekend, so she knew she wouldn't be without him for much longer. But still she couldn't shake the empty feeling.

Tommy couldn't help but chuckle when he heard what she had to say. His mind almost always went to the worst case scenario. Hearing that his girlfriend missed him was the last thing he expected. He shook his head as a smile tugged on the corners of his lips. "I miss you too, love. Just a few more days...I promise," he assured her, his words alone helping to make her feel warmer inside.

"How's business?" she asked him then, hating that she was hogging up the majority of the call with her issues.

"It's fine. I'm making progress. Things are looking up," he said only a few words, but she knew to expect that. Tommy rarely talked about the nature of his business dealings in person, and he was extra careful while taking over the phone. He knew that his enemies could have gotten a step ahead of him by bugging his hotel phone.

"That's good," (Y/N) took it at face value, nodding her head with a smile on her lips. She sighed as she checked her watch then. "The call's gonna run out soon, Tom," she pointed out, knowing that the coin that she stuck into the slot only got her a few minutes. She was already dreading going back to her house.

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#2

Meet...Cute? | Tommy Shelby x Reader

Request: yes by anonymous

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x reader

Summary: Another lovely barmaid, another spy, right? At least that's what Tommy Shelby's thinking when he stumbles upon the Garrison's newest hire, and he lets his thoughts on that become very clear, very fast.

Warnings: langauge, smoking, drinking

Word Count: 3545

A/N: sorry it took a bit to get this posted. I hope you enjoy — I had fun with this prompt. Enjoy! :)

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What started off as a normal day at the pub on Garrison Lane changed rather quickly by two in the afternoon. The textiles factory was on strike, and some of its workers thought that it'd be good to mosey on into the pub instead of supporting the cause that they walked out for. The group was drunk by noon, and drunken men always brought on drunken fights.

Luckily, (Y/N) had Harry there to break it up. All she had to do was serve the belligerent customers and hope that she'd be able to keep her outfit clean. That hope didn't last very long. She was making the rounds to clean up the floor when one of the men rocked to the side, tipping his pint along with it. It went down the front of (Y/N)'s outfit, but thankfully the majority of it got onto her apron.

"S...sorry, miss," the man hiccupped, not saying much more before he turned his attention back to his drinking buddies. (Y/N) just sighed and made an abrupt turn away from the tables. She didn't care if half of the floor wasn't cleaned, she needed to get the smell of beer off of her.

So she dropped her bucket by the bar and went to the lavatory, quickly discarding her apron and taking a wet towel to try and get the spots of stout out of the blouse she had on. Of course, that only served to make larger wet spots, and she was left with the only option of tucking her blouse further into her skirt. She hissed slightly at the feeling of the wetness against her stomach, but she knew she had to get used to it.

"(Y/N)! Bar's backing up!" Harry's voice came from outside the door, making her sigh once more.

"I'll be right out, Harry!" she called back to him, smoothing her hair down in the mirror before she took a deep breath and walked to the door.

Upon returning to the pub's main area, she saw several people waiting at her bar. So she immediately got to filling orders. Things were going smooth until she got to the last man who was perched up against the counter. Something about him made the breath get caught in her throat.

"What can I get you, sir?" she asked hoping her words came out confidently enough.

"Are you new here?" he asked her a question instead of giving his order, his blue eyes boring into hers in an intense gaze that she couldn't rip herself from regardless of how hard she tried.

"I am. Arthur hired me a week ago," (Y/N) answered the question despite her apprehensions. There was just something about this guy that made her feel the need to answer to him.

"Arthur..." the man scoffed, shaking his head slightly, "did he ask for any background history on you?"

(Y/N)'s eyebrows furrowed at his question. Why would he care what her boss did or did not do during the hiring process? "Not really, no. He asked about any prior experience I had, but that was about it," and yet here she was still answering his questions.

"You have any prior experience?" he didn't let up.

"Very little. My great uncle had a winery. I helped him around the place when I was an early teenager."

"And you're from where?"

This question came completely out of nowhere. (Y/N) was starting to get confused by this man's motive. "You need to know that why?" she finally asked him a question of her own, her eyebrows raised slightly.

"Are you going to answer my question?" he deflected her once again, his eyebrows raising also as he held his intense stare on her.

"Bordesley. I moved there three months ago," she answered what he'd previously asked.

"You move there three months ago and you decide to make the trek into Small Heath and find work at this pub...?" the way he phrased his statement made it sound like he was asking her a question; like she was now in the middle of an interrogation.

She was starting to lose her patience with this man. Trying to control herself and remain professional, she said her words through gritted teeth, "there was an advertisement in the paper and I inquired about it. My boss liked me, so he gave me the job."

The man had nothing ready to say in response to her statement. He clicked his tongue off of the roof of his mouth and nodded his head, as if he was saying 'ah' nonverbally.

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My #1 post of 2022

Peaky Blinders Masterlist

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#year in review #this is exciting #thanks for an amazing year #can’t wait to see what next year holds

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who said baths were for getting clean

kaeya alberich x fem!reader | 3.5k+ words warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, sex in the bath tub, edging, a little temperature play

authors note: i was going to wait till valentines day to post this but i'm so excited about it and am very impatient so ya'll get it now, hope you enjoy!💙

with chattering teeth you rub your arms up and down with your equally freezing hands and try hard not to focus on the frost that seeps into your skin, into every muscle and bone in your body until you're certain you're going to die here; in eulas bath tub.

you aren’t quite sure why you agreed to this ice bath, you hate the cold or at least being this cold and baths were meant to be warm, so very much warmer than this. while you enjoyed the company of eula and amber and you're thankful they thought of you when they invited you to join them after seeing you massaging your sore legs upon returning from a tiring commission, you would much rather be taking a steaming bath with kaeya right now and while you continue to warm yourself you can’t help your thoughts drifting to him; what he was up to, probably annoying diluc at the tavern while enjoying a glass of wine, or three. if he was thinking of you too, he always was and soon you’d find out just how much you’ve been on his mind. how warm he might be when you make your way home after this, hopefully very, enough to stop your shivers in their tracks but even if he wasn’t, you’d still make your way into his arms and find yourself warming under his touch and roaming hands.

a call of your name draws you from your thoughts, which was probably for the best as you didn’t need to be thinking of kaeyas hands and where they like to touch you while with your friends and his coworkers.

“how are you faring?” eula asks, staring at you from the other side of the tub. she looks as relaxed as ever, a complete contrast between your own stiff body.

“it’s a bit chilly,” you admit with an apologetic smile and adjust the clip holding your hair above the water. you hope you aren’t hurting her feelings and the small smirk on her lips says that you haven’t. “but you were right, it is helping with my sore legs.. or maybe that's just the cold numbing them.”

“probably a bit of both,” amber chuckles and yours and eulas follow.

the sheer cold clings to you even after you’ve dried off and dressed and said your farewells to your friends before heading towards the one place you’ve been longing for all day, the one person you’ve wanted to see since you left his side earlier this morning. the wind, which normally wouldn’t bother you in the slightest, now has you shuttering as you make your way back to your apartment but you don’t let it stop you or slow you down. how could it when you know what’s waiting for you at the place you call home? just a few minutes more and you’d be walking through the door and into the arms of your knight.

the apartment is unexpectedly quiet when you enter. almost all of the lights are off and you think maybe you arrived home before your beloved until you see the small flicker of candlelight at the end of the hall where your bedroom is. your shivering legs couldn’t carry you from one end of the apartment to the other fast enough.

“kaeya, i’m home,” you call when you don’t see him anywhere in your shared bedroom. taking steps further and further into the familiar space the faint smell of him tickles your nose, each inhale of cedar and saffron warming your cold lungs. he must have just been in here. another steps towards the middle of the room and you see his gloves and other accessories on the dresser-

suddenly strong arms wrap around your middle and pull your back flush against a sturdy chest, the lovely scent that you only got pieces of before now flooding your senses. warm breath on your neck sends a shiver down your spine and after hearing kaeyas words, you completely melt into his touch.

“i was just beginning to wonder how long you’d keep me waiting,” his words are honied and teasing, wrapping around you like silk and his lips against the skin behind your ear kindle the fire in your stomach that was too faint to feel not moments ago. normally kaeya was on the colder side but he always knew how to set you on fire. “welcome home my dear.”

“‘s good to be home. i missed you.”

“i missed you,” he places a kiss to your neck, “next time don’t keep me waiting for so long, hmm?” you can feel the smile he wears against your neck where his lips can’t seem to find the will to part from until he moves to the other side. he keeps your back pressed firmly against his chest but his fingers begin to wander down your sides, tugging at the clothes that block him from touching you the way he wishes until they’re able to sink into your bare skin. his hold on you so that there isn’t any room between your bodies displays such strength but the fingers that slide under your shirt and up your stomach are gentle and almost annoyingly fleeting.

“mmm, you’re already shivering darling,” his lips brush against your ear with every word until his teeth pull lightly at your lobe. “i’ve barely touched you.”

soft sapphire hair tickles your skin just as kaeyas fingers pull playfully at the edge of your bra. the cold from your bath, his gentle fingers, the warmth of his lips, it all has you squirming in his arms; too much but not nearly enough. you turn to face him, his hands remaining under your shirt but moving to your back instead. throwing your arms around his middle, you bury your face into his exposed chest, letting his body heat and the sound of his heart warm you up. “eula had me take an ice bath!”

the sound of his laugh has your already weak knees even more wobbly but his arms will always hold you upright. “my poor snowflake,” he pulls away from you just enough to bring your adorably pouty face up with his finger under your chin. your eyes meet and as if it was at all possible, his smile becomes even more lovely and mischievous. “couldn’t handle the cold? i think i know of a few ways to warm you up.”

the mirror in the bathroom begins to fog as kaeya takes off the remaining pieces of his clothes and begins to help you shed your own. needy hands pull and slide the fabric off you, fingers lingering on his favorite places of you that are slowly revealed to him with each piece of your outfit that lands at your feet.

he's greedy and insatiable as he places endless kisses to your lips, stopping only to take in all your beauty and to watch as his hands run over the one person he loves most in this world. his touch has you almost completely forgetting about the large bathtub behind him filling with hot water or why you were even taking another bath in the first place. he isn’t hiding the pressure of his hardening cock against you and it has your mind far from what kaeyas original objective was, or maybe this was all apart of his plan. if your hands weren’t tangled in his hair they’d find their way down his chest and to where you so desperately want to touch.

only his words tear you from the enthralling feeling of his hands on you, one snaking up your side, his touch ghost like under your breast, just barely missing the most sensitive part while the other rests on your ass, squeezing and kneading the soft skin however he pleases. “now then, let's get warmed up, shall we?”

he gets in first, his eyes captivated by the light from the candles flickering against your skin and curves as you tie your hair into a bun and make your way over to him once you finish. your eyes meet and he loves the way you blush and try to cover yourself by crossing your arms over your exposed chest when you catch his eyes staring, wandering over every inch of you.

you avoid his gaze, sometimes his confidence was so intimidating, and remove one from around you to dip your fingers into the water testing the temperature.

kaeyas fingers pull your hand further into the water and his other hand pulls away the arm around your chest and even though he wants to look down, he keeps his eyes on your face. “there's no need to hide yourself from me,” he coos, his voice bringing you to look at him, his grip on you tightening. “and the water’s perfect.”

strong, sturdy arms sweep you off your feet and pull you into the water too suddenly for your liking. “wait! kaeya!-” the loss of solid ground causes your heart to beat faster and your limbs to stiffen in order to catch yourself when you fall or slip, as if kaeya would ever let you fall.

warm water envelopes you, splashing over the edges of the tub, soaking the hair you didn’t plan on getting wet and helping the last bit of frost melt from your bones. kaeyas chuckle fill the air around you and just as quickly as you stiffened up, your body relaxes, you melt into his arms.

“i’m sorry, what was that darling?” he asks teasingly as he gets you sitting comfortably between his legs while your hands come up to undo the bun on the top of your head to let your hair flow into the water.

“you’re making a mess you know,” you say with a smile, leaning the back of your head against his shoulder. he was right, the water is perfect but something about him being here with you is what’s truly the cherry on top of it all. you look up at him, admiring his jaw line, dark lashes and his sparkling smile. how could someone be so beautiful?

“oh, i know and plan on making a much bigger mess before we’re done.”

a mess of the bathroom or a mess of you? you wonder as his hands began to find their way between your legs and over your hard nipples, pinching at your sensitive bud before running his other fingers down your folds.

the chill has long left your body, forgetting along with the rest of the world under the steaming water and kaeyas touch, now you were on fire. the tips of his fingers remain cooler than the rest of him as he fondles your chest and rubs your clit in circles. the contrast between the hot and cold and his lips on your neck sucking light bruises into your skin, grazing his teeth against the marks every now and again, has electricity shooting through your veins and the most wonderful moans kaeya can’t get enough of spilling from your lips.

you lift your hips along with the movements of his fingers, desperately trying to feel more of him, trying to fully ignite the fire building between your legs but he won't give you enough, not yet. he loves teasing you, bringing you to the edge but not letting you get where you want to go until you’re begging for it, begging for him and he can’t handle holding back any longer either. he hasn’t nearly had his fill yet though.

his arm wraps around your middle and pulls you up further up against his chest. not even a droplet of water could find its way between your bodies with the way he presses you against him. this new angle provides him the perfect space to slip a singular finger into your entrance and kaeya relishes the way your mouth falls open slightly as he sinks his digit into you knuckle by knuckle.

it’s not the most comfortable angle for a kiss but that doesn’t stop kaeya from descending on your lips, taking the opportunity of your relaxed jaw to slip his tongue inside. his breath is cold but his tongue is so hot, it makes you dizzy, an aching mess in his arms.

lips never parting, he slips another long finger into your tight hole and swallows the moan you can’t hold back when he curls them into you, hitting the perfect spot to bring you to celestia. the water sways around you in rhythm with his fingers, with every pull away from you just to sink back in with more fever than the last time.

the clenching of your walls, your back arching against him and an especially desperate whine being muffled by his lips tell you both that you're close. you’re so ready to break around him and just when you think he’s going to let you cum he pulls his finger away completely, he pads of his finger pushing against your clit light and soft.

you pull away from his lips for air, letting out a huff of disapproval between heavy pants and kaeyas not in a much better state. the feel of your body against him and your lips he couldn’t get enough of almost had him getting carried away and even when you pulled away, he didn’t let you go far. every deep breath for air he lets out hits your neck.

“kaeya…”

“yes angel?”

the whine you let out as you buck your hips against him has an adorable smirk on his lips, even with heavy lidded eyes and the way they roll towards the back of your head as he pushes harder against your clit you can see it and all its sparkle. he gives you time to answer but no reply comes, pretty little moans and staggered breath is all that leaves your lips. he doesn’t mind, you’re so beautiful like this and your reactions to his touches drives him wild; he loves to watch you squirm and melt before devouring you.

“at a loss of words already?”

even if you could answer, he doesn’t give you the chance to focus on anything other than his fingers when he pushes into you once again, building up your orgasm quickly. the only word you seem to know now is his name and it’s music to his ears. he moves his finger faster, deeper, in hopes you’ll sing it even louder.

his lips find your neck and you finger grip onto the edge of the tub when the knot in your stomach can’t be held back any longer and you cum on his fingers. your velvety walls somehow sucking him in even more and the feeling has his own angelic groan rumbling from his chest.

“kaeya.. please.. fuck me..” you don’t even let yourself come down before the your request comes out. the removal of his fingers has you feeling so empty. “need you kaeya..”

“hehe,” he loves to hear you say it, it’s almost impossible to tell you no and it has his cock twitching against your back. “now how can i deny you when you say it like that?”

you make him weak and he wants you just as badly but he lets his body tell you how much he wants you and all you have to offer him.

the grip around your hips tighten and his mouth waters at the dim candle light making the soft skin of your back glisen when you raise yourself slightly from the water, enough to where he can line his cock up with your entrance. you let him take the lead, still weak from your previous release to fight him for even an ounce of dominance. with the help of the water it takes hardly any of his plentiful strength to guide you down on his length, going slow at first to allow you time to adjust to his size. you always took him so well. his head falls back further, eyes growing heavier with every inch of him you take in, your walls sucking pulling him deeper until your ass is flush against him.

“fuck y/n..” his lifts his head, removing one hand from your hips to brush the hair away from your back. his other hand holds you still even though you want to move and wiggle in an attempt to do so. “eager girl.”

cold lips meet the base on your neck and in the same moment he pushes himself deeper into you, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix.

“kaey-ah!”

he lets your reaction spur him on, getting lost in the sensation of how tight and perfect you feel around him. your hands reach for the edge of the tub for stability and water splashes over the edge onto the tile as he lifts you up almost completely off of his cock just to bring you back down with fever until he finds a pace he likes, that he can tell you like.

his hand not on your hip runs down the length of your spine colder than normal, as if he’d called upon his vision to help feed into your pleasure. and it does just that; littering your body with goosebumps, bending your back that allows him to press into you deeper, moan his name louder.

when you need more you use the edge of the tub as leverage to help push yourself harder down onto him in the same movement that he thrust up into you to meet you halfway. a string of your curses from both of you echoing off the bathroom walls at the sudden overwhelming action but fuck neither of you can get enough.

the new pace you’ve found with both you putting in work isn’t sustainable for long. your arms start to ache, you're on fire but you don’t want it to stop. he feels so amazing, the way the girth of his cock stretches you, the plush tip pushing against the best spots, each vein running up his length pulsating the tighter and tighter your walls squeeze him.

you swallow the moans in your throat to tell him you won't last much longer. “kaeya- i- i’m go-”

“i know angel,” he interrupts breathlessly. he knows your body better than anyone, better than you, to him you're an open book and when you're breaking around him is no exception. of all the reactions he gets out of you this is probably his favorite. and he won't be far behind you. “you’re taking me so well.”

your movements become staggered, your arms too shaky to hold you up but not to worry. kaeya scoops up your hands, pulls them into your chest and in turn your back is once again pressed against his chest and he’s using all his strength to thrust into you.

sharp teeth nibble at your shoulder and his hand not holding onto yours come between your legs, massaging your clit in circles. your already blurry vision becomes even blurrier, the water that surrounds you and the light that flickers in the bathroom all blend together until you can’t keep your eyes open any more.

a partially hard thrust sends you over the edge, the heat building in your stomach bursting out between your legs and a moan of his name comes out broken and sinful. you clench around him, pull him in so deep his movements stops to bask in your warmth until he can’t hold back any more and his thick, plentiful cums fills you up, spilling out of you and into the bath water when you can’t hold it all in along with his hard dick.

your head falls limp against his shoulder as you melt into him, not knowing where you begin and he ends, too exhausted and on cloud 9 to move. his arms hold you close, your heavy breaths falling in sync and until they become more regular. even through trying to regulate his breathing he couldn’t pull his lips from your skin, the taste of you was more intoxicating than wine.

he only stops to reach over to fill the tub with more water and in the process turns you over to face him, your legs straddling his waist, your sensitive folds pressing against his still hard length. blue eyes travel from your lovely face down to your breasts and eventually his lips find their way there too. light bruises get left in his wake across your chest as he moves from one breast to the other, all the while slowly grinding against your folds.

cold bites at your nipple when he lets it out of his mouth with a pop and when his lips don’t attach to the other or any other part of you, you look down at him. the look in his eyes is hungry, needy, full of love and that alone has you wanting him again and again.

luckily for you, kaeya is always there to answer your wishes. “my love i’m far from done with you.”

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candy hearts — TEASER

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pairing: choi yeonjun x reader

genre: childhood best friends to lovers au, fluff, angst

wc: tbd (projected to be 10k+)

summary: spending valentine's day with your best friend had become a sort of tradition for ever since you were seven years old. despite the twists and turns in your friendship as both of you grew up, the one thing that never changed was the box of candy hearts that he placed in your hands every year.

warnings: tbd, none in this snippet

TEASER

tuesday, february 14th; age 12

you leaned your head against your palm as you zoned out in your last period class. science had never been your favorite subject, even less so given that your teacher had been informally dubbed the school's wack job. 

as the day had dragged on, you realized that the holiday wasn't as widely celebrated in middle school. the so-called 'special' day was reserved solely for the few couples on campus, most of which had been dating for only a couple weeks. you bet most would be broken up by next month, the typical cycle for immature, hormone-riddled relationships. 

but back to your science class.

you felt your eyes nearly roll into your skull as your teacher excitedly explained the concept of genetics and punnet squares. what a riveting topic to listen to for an hour on valentine's day. however, you couldn't focus on his boisterous ramblings when your mind was chock-full of bitter thoughts of how your best friend had decided that he couldn't be seen with you at school. 

okay, maybe not back to your science class. you were too distracted, too bothered, to concentrate.

because while yeonjun had promised to not leave you behind in middle school, it grew exceedingly obvious, as the year went on, that he had lied straight to your face. this holiday was only a painful reminder of that fact.

you couldn't entirely blame him, though, the vast sea of middle school causing you to slowly drift apart from each other as you both tried to find where you fit in. he had made new friends easily, the shy boy you once knew emerged from his shell, countless peers recognizing him for his impressive talents in baseball, in dance, in singing, the list could go on. he was good at everything that he tried his hand at, and by the middle of seventh grade, he had become the campus' golden boy. even the eighth graders knew him!

this came with a cost, however, and that was leaving you, his best friend of five years, behind (for the most part, at least).

you had found your own friends, of course. you had to, or else you would have been deemed a loner, and no one wants to be a loner in middle school. it was uncomfortable, having to talk to people you had never interacted with beforehand. despite this, you had found yourself a little group through your art class: yeri, chaeyoung, and yuqi. they had welcomed you into their trio easily. though it felt weird to have friends other than yeonjun for the first time, you were happy. well, uh, besides the whole yeonjun thing.

with only one class with him, it was easy to not speak to each other during school. your hangouts were now confined to after school, when he wasn't surrounded by his new friends and could make time for you. you never tried to talk to him about it, scared that he'd twist your words and it would destroy what semblance of friendship that remained between you. honestly, you wished that you could go back to elementary school, when things were easier, when you could talk to him at school without worrying about the consequences of doing so. 

yet you knew it wasn't that easy. this wasn't elementary school anymore.

your eyes subconsciously trailed over to the boy in question. you were supposed to hang out with him after school, but there was always that one insecurity that rattled around your mind:

what if this was the year that he finally blew you off? for good? 

you shook your head, going back to the worksheet your teacher had passed out as you were distracted by your thoughts. punnet squares, okay. one parent with a dominant and recessive gene, one parent with two recessive genes. now fill in the squares…

"hey, y/n."

your head shot up from at the sound of his voice. eyes wide at the fact that he was speaking to you at school. it had been months since he had last done so.

"oh, hi yeonjun. what did you need?" you sent him a tight smile, not that he noticed. twelve year-old boys were never most observant.

he placed a box of candy hearts, the same thing he gifted you every year, on top of your desk. it was blank, no message or name in sight.

"i wanted to give you this before i forgot and it got crushed in my backpack." his voice quietened, almost as if he didn't want anyone to hear what he had to say next, "we're still hanging out after school, right? like we always do?"

you nodded, and he shot you a small smile, "great, thanks."

he walked away. as soon as he sat back down in his seat, his friends were punching at his shoulder, teasing him, asking him if he was dating you. you could hear it all from where you were sitting, but you wished you couldn't after what he said next.

"me? with her? no way, we're just friends. i could never see her like that."

you never truly realized how much he truly meant to you until you no longer hung out until after school, but this? this hurt. it made your chest ache when you saw his borderline disgusted face at the insinuation that you were dating each other. what was so bad about you for him to have that reaction? was it your hair, your face, your acne? you found yourself mentally paging through every possible flaw you saw in yourself until the bell rang, signalling the end of school. 

yuqi walked up to you at the front of campus, immediately spotting the forlorn look on your face, "hey, you good?"

"uh, yeah, i guess. listen, i have to go meet up with yeonjun. catch you later?" you asked.

"yeonjun, huh? are you sure you're not dating him?" she smirked, and you rolled your eyes, your mood worsening even more.

"we're just friends," you spat, turning away from her, "he'd never like me like that, anyway. i have no chance with him. i'll see you later, yuqi."

the further you walked, the worse you felt about how you spoke to yuqi. she didn't deserve to deal with the brunt of your wrath, it was uncalled for. you wanted to run back to school and apologize, but you were sure she had already been picked up.

you'd have to make it up to her tomorrow.

as you neared the supermarket a few blocks down the street from school, you could see yeonjun waiting near the entrance, his foot tapping against the sidewalk impatiently. his bike sat next to him, which explained how he arrived much earlier than you.

"took you long enough," he teased as you approached, but you didn't answer, only sending him a half-hearted smile in return. his grin fell, eyebrows now furrowed. oh, now he noticed how you were feeling? typical. "you okay?"

that was the second time you had been asked that now. you wanted to say no, you definitely were not okay, that it hurt to hear him say those words earlier, that it hurt that you couldn't even talk to him during school. you wanted to tell him that you felt abandoned, you wanted to tell him that he broke the promise he made a year ago, that ever since the first day of seventh grade you felt left behind. you wanted to ask him why he even bothered hanging out with you when he couldn't bother even speaking to you at school.

but you didn't.

instead, you plastered an artificial smile on your face, trying to make your voice sound a little more energetic than you felt, "yeah! i guess i'm just tired. science wasn't exactly fun today, y'know?"

"tell me about it," he laughed as he walked beside you, easily accepting your excuse without prying. you wished that he would have pried. "he's the weirdest teacher i've ever had, i can't believe he hasn't been fired yet."

"right?" you replied as you walked down the aisle full of candy. you picked out one of the overpriced boxes of heart-shaped chocolates before walking up to the register. you tried to hand some of your money to the lady helping you, but yeonjun swatted your hand away.

"nuh-uh, you're not paying for this," he argued.

"but-"

"no."

you visibly deflated, scrunching your nose at him in distaste. he simply grinned at you in response.

"ah, young love," the cashier sighed as she took yeonjun's money. your heart clenched, thanking her before you two walked outside again, the air cool against your skin, the sun glaring into your eyes, the weather the complete opposite of your mood. you glanced over at yeonjun. you wondered why he hadn't protested when she said that. you didn't ask.

his hand found yours, dragging you around the corner behind the building. your heart raced, skin heating up slightly at the contact. your reaction couldn't have meant anything. no, you couldn't like him like that. you were friends, nothing more, nothing less.

as you sat next to each other behind the supermarket, unwrapping and eating the chocolate that he had bought you just a few minutes ago, you realized that you really couldn't deny it anymore: you were in love with choi yeonjun, your best friend, and you couldn't do anything about it.

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