#michael may have perfected heart eyes

[david-tennant-in-chairs]

I need these two to be in everything together forever. Is that so much to ask?

Happy Birthday Michael Sheen!

#david tennant #david tennant in chairs #michael sheen #michael sheen's flawless nose #soft scottish hipster gigolo #welsh seduction machine #best beard bros #michael may have perfected heart eyes #but david is not without his own skill #they are both so cute #how is it possible #for them both to have perfect profiles?

[lou-struck]

Made with Love Part 1

Obey Me Brothers and Datables x reader

Part 1

MASTERLIST COMING SOON!

~After Luke uses a bowl from Solomon's Lab to make some Cookies for the Valentines Day party. Everyone starts acting a bit... Love Drunk.

a/n: I hope you guys like this little Valentine's Day series! If you want to be tagged in part 2 Comment Below!

Introduction:

As the Angel reaches up on his tiptoes to reach an upper kitchen cabinet, Luke's little white beret slips from his white blonde head. The sweet smell of angelic sugar cookies wafts through the air around him from the dozens of batches he has made today. From what he has 'sampled' earlier, he can tell that if he were to wrap them up right now, even Barbatos would have seconds. But he wants to frost and decorate the little heart-shaped cookies with a whipped-cloud icing you like before bringing them to Diavolo's castle for his Valentine's Day celebration.

The party may be small, but it was planned especially with you in mind. 

Although he was up in the Celestial Realm running an errand for Michael, Luke heard all about the little prank that Solomon played on Simeon and the others about some evil, human-world monster called Cupid that was trying to steal you away. 

You were never in any real danger, but he and everyone else agreed that the prank made the day less enjoyable for you. Which is the last thing anyone wanted. 

Meetings were held, contracts were signed, and it was agreed that for this Valentine's Day, there would be no funny business. 

Today has to be perfect for you, so his cookies need to be frosted.

Fueled by his good-natured desire to make you something sweet, Luke is able to reach just a bit higher, his fingertips grabbing the ceramic mixing bowl by its patterned edge. 

This victory is short-lived, however, as it slips past his butter-coated fingers and thuds to the ground, the heavy bowl splitting in two.

The broken bowl in front of him causes the Angel to feel a bit distressed. Why couldn't he be bigger?

To clean up the fallen pieces.

But as his kitchen timer takes down slowly he realizes that he's running out of time. He has to get the frosting made soon.

"Where are all the other mixing bowls?" he wonders aloud as he looks through the other cabinets and dishwasher, finding none. 

He knows that there are more than just the ones he has been using for the batter. But where are they?

He puffs out his little cherub cheeks with a pout as he tries to think where they could've gone.

And then, it hits him.

Solomon…

The Sorcerer has a habit of 'borrowing' things from the kitchen, bringing them into his Lab, hoarding them, and not bringing them back for weeks. The batch of cookies in the oven only has a few minutes left, so he wastes no time scampering up to the Lab to retrieve the stolen mixing bowls.

Thankfully, the dark wooden door to the Lab is unlocked, and he slips inside. Every step is anxious for the little Angel. You never know what is crawling about Solomon's Lab. 

This time, the air is unusually sweet, like cotton candy and pomegranate seeds. 

The mouthwatering smell has the angeling giggling to himself, although Solomon can't cook an edible meal to save his life, some of the spells and potions he cooks up can be classified as tasty.

From the corner of his eye, Luke sees a small stack of his mixing bowls on the countertop. But as he gets close, he sees that they are completely filthy, covered in remnants of some experiment.

Luke knows not to try to touch those ones; after all, the last time he tried to clean some of Solomon's dishes, he ended up cursed with webbed feet for a whole day. 

As he shudders from the memory, he spots a light blue bowl on the edge of another table. 

It's his favorite bowl; this one would be perfect for him to use to make the frosting. 

The best part is it looks clean. 

BUZZ...

The sharp ringing of the kitchen timer causes the little Angel to jump as he hastily grabs the bowl and runs downstairs so his cookies won't burn. 

But in his rush to prevent what he thinks would be the day's biggest disaster, he fails to notice the small layer of shimmery glaze that has gathered at the bottom of the bowl.

~

There is Love in the dark, chilly air of the devildom as you make your way to the Demon Lord's castle. Your feet are not quite running, but they step with an embarrassed quickness, 

The Valentine's Day outfit that Asmodeus picked out for you earlier had caused a few delays, so now you worry you are running late to the party. 

How can one shirt have so many different types of buttons and zippers?

A part of you wonders if the Avatar of Lust had given you this particular outfit to distract you and prevent you from leaving for the party with the other brothers. 

Your hands pat the back pockets of your jeans again as you feel the solid outline of your DDD through the fabric and sigh in relief. Barbatos wrote on the invitations that bringing the device was necessary for today's events since he had planned a few party games that required them. 

It's then you notice a little figure dressed in white slowly making his way up the path just ahead of you. 

Luke's steps are as small as he awkwardly carries a large container. You are about to ask him if he needs any help, but the look of determination on his face tells you not to try and take it from him, so instead, you raise a friendly hand and call after him.

When he sees you, he stands up a bit straighter. 

"Mc, Happy Valentine's Day." he beams. 

"Thank you, Luke." you look down at the box curiously. "Whatcha got there?"

The little Angel's cheeks turn a bit pink as he looks shyly away from you. "I made angelic sugar cookies for the party.

Your grin is elated at his words. "Those are so good. That was very thoughtful of you, Luke."

He perks up like a little dog at your compliment. "It was nothing, I made that frosting you like too, but I didn't have all the ingredients I needed, so only a few were frosted."

"I'm sure everyone will love them." you smile purposely, making your strides small so the little guy can keep up with you. "Did you remember to bring your DDD for the party games?"

His blue eyes widen in shock, and he looks at you with an expression of pure distress. "Oh no, I knew I was forgetting something."

"Since you have that big box of cookies, I can just run back to Purgatory Hall and grab it for you." you offer with a kind smile. "Where did you leave it."

He looks at you gratefully, and his shoulders relax as much as he can with that huge box of cookies in his hands. "You would really do that for me? Thank you, you're the best Mc; I think I left it on the kitchen counter."

Sounds good, I'll see you in a little bit." you smile. As you turn around, you remember one more thing. "Make sure to save a cookie for me."

"Don't worry," he calls back happily. "I will."

~

The enormous doors part for Luke in an almost haunting manner as he approaches the castle door. He fights the shudder as he steps inside, clutching his box of cookies with a death grip as his ears pick up the faint sound of conversation. 

He follows it closer and closer to the banquet hall, where he was told the party would be held. 

As the sounds grow louder, he can make out the excited rambling of Leviathan, the loud and merry laughter of Diavolo, and the animated squealing of Asmodeus. 

Although they are demons, their happy chatter soothes his nerves as he pushes open the door with his shoulder. 

The conversation in the room dies as the door creaks open. And when he steps out from behind the wood, he notes that everyone has been staring at him. When everyone sees it's just him, they quickly return to their usual conversations. 

"I'm glad you could make it, Luke," Barbatos says with a polite smile, being the first one to recover from the momentary disappointment. 

Simeon approaches the smaller Angel friendlily, placing a hand on top of Luke's head and ruffling his hair. "It seems everyone heard you approaching and assumed you were Mc."

"It could've been." he mumbles embarrassedly, "I had forgotten something back at home, and they offered to get it for me so I could bring over the cookies."

"Cookies?" Beel says, his head snapping towards Luke with gluttonous intent.

Luke's fondness for the Avatar of Gluttony's interest in his sweets causes him to smile and place the box on the table.

He removes the first layer of beautifully frosted cookies for all to see. "Yeah, I made these for the party. That's why I was running late today. 

"Smells good," Beel mutters, taking a slow step toward the tray of cookies. Luke is so proud of the attention he garnered that he doesn't realize that everyone else is staring at the plate as well, enthralled by the sweet smell. 

"Ohhh, they're soooo cute." Asmodeus gushes, holding up the heart-shaped cookie with his freshly manicured nails. The little red heart decals stand out on the glossy pink background.

Lucifer clears his throat. "May I try one?" he asks, "I do not have the biggest sweet tooth, but since it is a Holiday, I may as well."

"S-sure." the Angel replies, as everyone reaches for a cookie. There are only a few left on the plate, so he decides to wait to have one himself until you get here.

"Thank you, Luke, these look delicious," Barbatos says, removing his white glove before touching the gooey sweet. 

Luke watches as everyone takes a bite of the cookies, his heart feeling full when he hears the sounds of approval as they chew. 

"Wow," these are really good," Levi says, being the first to try to take another cookie.

"Wait," he says quickly, snatching the plate off the table. "These are Mc's favorite; let's wait until they get back to eat another one.

Lucifer giggles and stumbles back clumsily. "Yay, Mc's coming…" The dreamy lift in his tone makes Luke's eyes go wide in alarm. 

Something is wrong. 

Are they drunk???

"Mc…Cutie Pie." Satan hums; the usual sharp intelligence in his expression is gone and replaced with giddy lovesickness.

There is a haze to the Prince's eyes and a ruddiness to his cheeks as he nods thoughtfully. "I'll bring this plate up to my chambers. I want to feed them every bite myself. 

"No way," Levi says way too confidently. "If anyone will be alone in a room with Mc. It will be me.

Barbaots stretches his arms out lethargically. "I'm… going to lay down in my room." he yawns. "Tell Mc to come to my room when they get here."

"You're tired, Barbatos?" Belphegor asks, the Avatar of Sloth looking wide awake."

"Yer not?" Mammon slurs, his pupils dilated. Luke turns and looks into the Avatar of Greed's eyes and sees that his pupils are now heart-shaped. 

"How could I be?" the youngest of the seven answers. "Mc is coming soon, and I don't want to waste my time sleeping when I can be looking at them. 

"Do you think Mc would give me a piggyback ride?" Beel hums absentmindedly. 

"Course they would." Mammon gushes. "Mc is super strong and pretty and smart. And….~" his love-sick rambling is cut off by a dark chuckle from Simeon. 

"No way," he coos. "You would crush them if you jumped on their back. You clearly don't know how to treat someone as special as Mc. 

"And you do?" Levi laughs.

Simeon's smile is sinful. "Let's just say once I had my turn with them, Mc won't be thinking about any of you."

"That's so inappropriate." Asmodeus gasps with wide eyes. "I-i can't have you speaking about Mc like that." he covers his ears with his hands to block out the sound. 

"Some Avatar of Lust you are," Simeon smirks, leaning in and using his writer's brain to get a bit descriptive with what he would like to do to you when you get to the party. 

"What is wrong with you guys?" Luke stammers as he tries to block out Simeon's sinful words. 

With everyone else thinking about nothing but you, Solomon shyly taps a rather distressed Luke on the shoulder. His cheeks are a soft shade of pink as he stares down at the floor, "I-i think I know what is happening…"

~Why was in those cookies??? Find out what happens next in part 2

Tagging: @enchantedforest-network

#obey me nightbringer #obey me shall we date #obey me x reader #obey me #Diavolo x reader #Barbatos x reader #Simeon x reader #Solomon x reader #Lucifer x reader #x reader

[blackbleedingrose]

Long Lost Morningstar - Part One

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel

Pairing(s): Lucifer x daughter! reader x Lilith

Genre: Fluff/Angst

Warnings: Forced child abandonment

Notes: This is my first Hazbin mini fic. This will be a mini series, so there will be a part two but it may take a little while as I tend to get busy with work and school - so please, bare with me.

Words: 880

"No! No! Please!"

It's no surprise Lucifer and Lilith fooled around a bit during their days in the Garden of Eden.

What was surprising was the moment Lilith discovered she was pregnant.

Despite the shock and slight fear of being new parents, Lucifer and Lilith were overjoyed at the news.

When they found out the baby was going to be a girl, the two cried in pure happiness.

Lucifer became adamant, and a little overbearing, about doing everything for Lilith not wanting her to overwork herself or the baby. This did annoy Lilith (being the independent woman she was), but she knew he just wanted to make sure she and the baby were safe.

When Lilith went into labor, Lucifer went into full panic mode (imagine that one scene from The Office)

Lucifer: *freaking out* "OMG! IT'S HAPPENING! DON'T PANIC, HONEY!

Lilith: *calmly packing the hospital bags*

Lucifer may have passed out during the delivery when his curiosity got the best of him and decided to see what was going on down there (I imagine seraphim's or angels born in Heaven aren't born the natural way and instead created through magic).

Lucifer woke up from the sounds of crying and when he came to he saw a tiny body being carried by one of the nurses.

After rejoining Lilith's side (and making sure she was okay while profusely apologizing for passing out) they waited for the nurses to clean up the baby.

The moment the two saw one of the nurses bring over a pink bundle, their hearts filled with unbridled love and joy.

She was so small and had tuffs of blonde hair. She had Lucifer's red cheek circle's and Lilith's eyes.

Lucifer's eyes welled up with tears as he lovingly gazed down at the tiny person in his lover's arms. "She's perfect, Lily".

Lilith agreed with happy tears as she laid a gentle kiss on their daughter's head.

The two named her (Y/N) - (Y/N) Morningstar.

(Y/N) was a lively baby who adopted her father's bubbly and curious personality, as well as his love for ducks.

Her first toy was a duck plushie Lucifer had made himself.

However, despite having everything they could want in the Garden, Heaven, and now their new baby - they wanted something more.

They wanted to share free will with humanity in hopes that Heaven would finally see Lucifer's ideas and change their suffocating rules so (Y/N) could live in a world that wouldn't stifle any of her future dreams.

This lead them to tempt Eve with the apple, causing the unfortunate chain of events that lead to Lucifer and Lilith's trial.

The two were found guilty of bringing evil into humanity and as punishment they would be sent down into Hell.

However, before they sent the family into eternal damnation Heaven decided (Y/N) was innocent as she was only a baby who knew not what her parents had done.

Being a child of a seraphim and one of humanities first human's, they saw potential in her for Heaven's future - so they decided (Y/N) would stay in Heaven while Lucifer and Lilith would go down to Hell.

"Take the child," Sera ordered one of the court angels. "No! No! Please!" Lucifer and Lilith begged with tears falling down their faces as they held (Y/N) closer to them. The court angels forced the wailing (Y/N) out of her crying parents arms.

That was the last time Lucifer and Lilith saw their daugther before being banished to Hell for all eternity.

To keep (Y/N) from discovering her true lineage, Heaven decided that Lucifer's twin brother, Michael, would claim to be her father and raise her as a role model seraphim - one that follows Heaven's rules.

As (Y/N) grew up it became increasingly obvious how much she took after her parents. She had Lucifer's curious and cheerful nature, and Lilith's eyes, long blonde hair, and grace - both her parents beauty present in her features. The perfect combination of the two.

She especially adopted Lucifer's six large wings, only they had a pink under surface and gold tips.

To bypass any questions of her mother, Michael told her that he had created her from stardust with both his and Lilith's likeness - only using Lilith as a reference for a female.

Michael made sure her curious nature didn't go as far as Lucifer's, keeping her busy with her education and where he can keep an eye on her.

To keep her in check he told her about Lucifer and Lilith, but that they were her uncle and aunt who had lost their way and fallen from grace.

When she entered into adulthood, Heaven decided it was time for her to bear more serious responsibilities.

That's how (Y/N) Morningstar Demiurgos became one of Heaven's trial record keepers/recorders (she sometimes sits in trials and writes what's being said for the records).

It was mainly because Michael wanted to her to have a busy office job and away from exploring and getting too curious (he hoped being in trials would satisfy her curiosity, but made sure to keep her from asking too many questions).

And for awhile everything was perfect and in Heaven's favor. . .

. . .Until a certain Princess of Hell came to Heaven with a dream.

#hazin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel lucifer #hazbin hotel lilith #lucifer x reader #lilith x reader #lucifer x daughter reader #lilith x daughter reader #morningstar reader

[doki-doki-imagines]

PLS PLS CAN YOU DO THAT CHAT THING WITH KAISER, NESS, SAE AND NAGI WHERE READER TEXTS THEM SAYING “your face is so pretty I just wanna sit on it” AND THEIR REACTIONS😍😍

author note: Idk how to use fake sms app so I went for an ol' classic gif reaction.

Michael Kaiser:

-What is he looking at? At his reflex on the mirror obviously. -A laughter starts to blossom from his chest, already pushed out like a proud rooster. -He slicks his hair back, blue eyes shining with joy. Michael licks his teeth, perfect as he is. Damn, anybody would like to sit on his face; he is so fucking handsome. -He picks his phone up ready to message you something along the lines of "C'mere. I'll give you the ride of your life." Michael smirks, proud of coming up with such a hot line(it isn't). -But the message you sent got deleted. -His eyes bulge out almost cartoon style. Did he dream about it? Was the message from someone else? Michael checks the other chats, but nobody messaged him. -He doesn't want to message you about that, he isn't desperate! But a voice in the back of Michael's mind screams at him. -"?" He sends back. "Did you need something?" "No, Michael. Thanks for worrying." You reply immediately. -His heart picks a worryingly fast beat. You replied way too fast. A lightbulb turn on in his head, but the idea he comes up with is pretty risky. Michael feels blood running to his ears when he finally presses send. -"If you are free wanna come over? I need help choosing the new bed covers."

Alexis Ness:

-He is mind-numbing happy. After all, it is a pretty nice compliment to read from his crush. -If Alexis had a tail it would be wagging left and right now. A dumb smile is plastered on his face while he keeps looking at his phone. -"What are you looking at, Ness?" It's Michael's voice calling him back to work, mildly annoyed that the other boy's attention wasn't fully on him. "Oh- It's nothing, Kaiser! Let's go back to training." Alexis hides his cell phone under the last layer of his gym bag. Michael doesn't dig further for once. -When Alexis opens his phone back the sun already left his place for the moon. He obviously forgot about your message 'till he reads the new ones. "Have I crossed any boundary, Alexis? I'm sorry if it happened." "Please I don't want our friendship to be ruined by this." His heart sunk to his ass and climbed back into his throat in a matter of seconds. -Alexis calls you, clearly worried. You pick up fast for Alexis' heart health. "I'm so sorry I didn't reply sooner! I had practice and I had to go then-" he keeps blabbering "I'll do anything for your forgiveness." "…Anything Alexis?" "Yes." "I wasn't joking when I sent you that message…my or your place?" "Yours. It will be my pleasure." He says, voice finally calm. -He wasn't joking.

Sae Itoshi:

-"I must have forgotten the part where I asked your opinion." -HE IS RUDE. -Sae knows it is a joke. A stupid one to try to tease him. He may not be the brightest mind, but he understands what you are trying to do. -He goes back to training like nothing happened. Then he showers and all of sudden Sae has the urge to add another line to the previous message he sent. -Meanwhile, you replied with a ton of sad emojis and other dumb blabbering Sae's mind doesn't even register. -"Anyway I prefer to eat it from the back." Sae smiles thinking he has just sent the king of the comebacks, an earth-shattering line. Soon he gets a reply, that makes his smile drop. "I must have forgotten the part where I asked about your opinion." -Maybe you are really made for each other.

Seishiro Nagi:

-What a nice message to receive. Not. -You are hundreds of kilometres of distance what is supposed to happen? Honestly thinking is tiring him out. -Seishiri sends you the thumb-up emoji and throws his phone somewhere on his bed, pc already turned on to play the newest game. -But now a worm dug a hole in his head, making Seishiro thinks about the message and not at his ranking flopping; such a noob behavior. -He thinks about your soft thighs pressing his ears, your warmth enveloping his face… -Seishiro facepalms, fingers messaging his temples before brushing away some of his snow white hair strands away from his forehead. -He doesn't even notice he already dialed your number. -"Talk dirty." "What? Muddy pants? Sweaty shirts?" "Don't play dumb. It's all your fault if I can't concentrate now. And don't let me explain, it's bothersome." You chuckle at the other end. He can feel the mirth in your voice. "Sorry angel. You'll have to work if you want the prize." -He groans in annoyance, head thrown back. -It seems like Seishiro will have to break his "5 days doing nothing useful" streak.

#bllk x reader #blue lock x reader #bllk headcanons #blue lock headcanons #bllk imagines #blue lock imagines #michael kaiser #michael kaiser x reader #alexis ness #alexis ness x reader #sae itoshi #sae itoshi x reader #sae x reader #nagi seishiro #nagi seishiro x reader #nagi x reader

[tomriddleslovergirl]

What Stops Slashers From Hurting/Killing You

Pairings: Platonic!Michael Myers x reader, romantic!Billy and Stu, romantic!Carrie White

Michael Myers:

The only thing that can stop Michael from killing someone is them being crazy. Looking into your eyes and seeing just that is what’ll stop him. 

Your relationship will probably be like Michael and Corey’s. Helping him find people to kill and him protecting you from danger. 

He’d probably take the fucked up father figure route.

Ghostface (Billy and Stu):

The first thing they noticed about you was your looks and Stu was instantly hooked. He’d try to flirt with you, but that backfires because you keep bringing up his girlfriend. Cue Tatum getting murdered. (rip☠️)

Billy didn’t care all that much about the fact that you were hot. He just wanted to get revenge for his mom. Then, Stu brought up making a sequel. Letting you live this time, and then killing you in the second movie. That may have gotten him interested. 

They try to find more info on you to make sure you’re final girl material. (If you’re a virgin and all that stuff).

Soon, the fucked up shit starts to happen not only to Sidney, but you too. You’ll be their perfect final girl.

Carrie White:

You not bullying her and actually giving her respect is what draws her to you at first. Every girl and boy at this school bullied her, and you standing up for her even though you could be bullied just makes her heart beat so fast.

So many light bulbs have shattered just from her thinking about you.

She’d try to tell you not to hang around her, and you don’t, respecting her wishes. Yet, you still stand up for her when she gets bullied.

Soon she finds herself following you around.

During the prom, Carrie tries looking for you, but you’re nowhere to be found. 

When her date dies, she mentally breaks, killing everyone in the school and then her mom.

She goes to your house crying, just wanting to be held by you.

Ignoring all the blood, you take care of her. Letting her use the washroom to get cleaned up, lending her some of your clothes, and just doing whatever you can to help her.

She has another breakdown realizing she would’ve killed you if you hadn’t decided to skip out on prom, her mom’s words about her being a monster repeating in her head.

Yet, you’re there for her, just like you always have been.

#carrie white x reader #Carrie 1976 #Carrie 1976 x reader #Stu matcher x reader #billy loomis x reader #ghostface x reader #scream 1996 #scream 1996 x reader #michael myers x reader #Michael Myers #Michael Myers x reader #Halloween x reader #fem reader #slasher x reader #slashers x reader

[suckerforlovesblog]

Pretty little thing

Pretty little thing - Masterlist

Series summary: All Mr. Shelby wanted was to remarry. He had to find himself another wife after the death of Grace, not just to take care of his son Charlie but also to grant him access to the finer society of Birmingham. All he wanted the girl to be was a pretty little thing on his arm who simply submitted, obeyed and followed his orders.

And he did find the perfect girl - young, very good looking, of a good upbringing, smart but little did he expect her to have such a strong mind of her own…

All he wanted to do was break her in, like a horse had to be, and his new wife put up a good fight but eventually he is sure, he will break her and make her his completely.

Series warning: Dark!Tommy, toxic relationship, abuse, rape, non consensual intercourse, rough sex, age gap, Sir kink, choking - all the things that come with rough smut

Chapter 2: The betrothed

Summary: Y/N and Thomas Shelby attend a lot of social gatherings to make their elopement public. They get to know each other and Y/N warms up and starts liking to her soon-to-be husband.

Chapter Warning: age gap, swearing, manipulation, toxic relationship, oral (m receiving), questionable consent

Word count: 2.5k

~ tag list: @ncoleys , @amberpanda99 , @priyajoyy , @tommyshelbywhore , @swordofawriter @goth-cowgirl-03 @thenattitude @sheun-555 @meetmeatyourworst @bruher @frazie99 @blvebanisters @jessimay89 ~

End of May 1926:

The thought of an arranged marriage still didn’t sound quite right to Y/N but over the past month, she began to understand why her farther settled the deal so quickly. It was quickly learned that you never ever say “No” to Mr. Thomas Shelby, the leader of the Peaky Blinders. The Peaky Blinders is the organization that is running Birmingham, everything and anything is controlled by them: The coppers, the bars, the betting shops, even the factories… Thomas Shelby, the leader of the Peaky Blinders and Y/N fiancé was a kind and polite man towards her, trying to make her like him. An arranged betrothal was not uncommon but he really wanted to pursue people to think that they liked each other. Overall it was a business decision for Mr. Shelby and so everything was well thought through - nothing left to purely luck.

But Thomas Shelby, the tall, handsome man with the piercing blue eyes who was nearly forty had different reasons to make Y/N, the young woman he was going to marry in just a couple of weeks, like him. Firstly: it would be good for business if she actually had any affection for him rather than being just the pretty little thing on his arm that he so desperately wants her to be. Secondly, it would make everything, mostly being with him, easier for her because deep down Thomas knew he could never love another woman after Grace was taken from him.

He never desired women in the same way again, he just wanted their touch and their attention but not their hearts or minds. He turned dark after Graces death, even darker then after his return from the Great War Where where served as a tunneler at the Battle of the Somme. He did blame himself for her death because Thomas pride was the reason she wore the bewitched jewel at the event. Thus begin the explanation why she took the bullet that was meant for him, in his mind at least. Thomas then got really anxious with his son’s safety and his education, trying to be a good farther whilst grieving and trying to make it as easy for Charles as possible. And Thomas did grieve hard. Most of his time was spent outside, close to her grave: He barely slept and if he did then next to it, he did not eat nor shower. All Thomas was barely able to do was keep business going because he had a plan for the Peaky Blinders, as always. He rode his horse towards Arrow House where he usually meets with his aunt Polly and her son Michael to discuss the businesses finances. Afterwards he meet with his brothers Arthur and John to talk about the dirty work of the company’s side. But now Polly and his brothers had a different plan, a plan to get Thomas back to them and help him through his grieving period.

Everyone was gathered in the dining room where the cook had prepared a light breakfast. Polly sat across from Ada, the Shelby brothers sister, drinking a tea whilst the gentlemen preferred whiskey. Thomas opened the door and looked puzzled and enraged at the people in the room: “What are you all doing here? I gave everyone a certain job to get done and I rather not be bothered with any of you.” Polly gestured for him to sit down which Thomas did sighing.

“Well, we need you back with us. Charles needs you Tommy!”, Ada said getting up making her way to him: “He has been asking for you and…” She couldn’t finish the sentence as it seemed to get stuck in her throat. Thomas looked at her, tears swelling in his eyes. But he did not cry and got up, clearing his throat: “Ehr, yes. Indeed, all of you are right. Thank you for being here. I am getting back to business. Michael, see me in my office in about half an hour. I have to get ready.”

Thomas left the room and all the people present looked at each other, relieved.

Thomas Shelby knew he would never love another woman as much as he loved Grace. He also learned that love and affection made him vulnerable, so he promised himself that he would marry strictly for business and business alone. The time after Grace’s death was the hardest time in his life and he nearly lost himself during it.

He also knew that he came back even stronger than before and that her death was his biggest chance, now that he had his priorities straight.

All these thoughts went through his head, when he stood in front of his soon bride-to-be’s house. He knocked and entered, putting a cigarette between his lips and lightning it, “‘Ello. I am here to pick up Y/N, we have important business to attend to this evening.” Your mother nodded, telling him that you should be ready any second so Thomas waited at foot of the stairs. His eyes light up when he caught he glimpse of you and he licked his lips smirking at the view. Y/N wore a tight black dress with a white jacket on top, her hair done in the most fashionable manner, only wearing light make up. Her glance caught his, the prominent cap was pinned under his armpit and exposed his finely done hair cut - really short shaven sides and longer parts of dark hair on top. He wore a finely tailored dark suit and a white button up that hugged him perfectly. The still lit cigarette was hanging from one side of his mouth: “You look even more gorgeous than I remembered, love.” His hand wandered into his pocket and he took a black case out of it, giving it to Y/N after she made her way down the stair. “Open it. It’s for you to make the engagement official.” Y/N took the box into her gloved hands and opened it: Inside was a small golden right with a simple cut diamond in the middle of it, as well as a golden delicate wristband with some pearls. “It is really beautiful. Thank you Mr. Shelby”, she looked up at him through her eyelashes. The pure sight of her compared with the looks made Thomas hard instantly. He pictured her on her knees with her mouth open and her tongue sticking out - just for a second but he got hot immediately. Pushing the picture out of his mind, he took her elegant left hand in his, taking her glove off and brushing his thumb over the back of her hand. The heat shot into Y/N’s face and she giggled, she couldn’t deny that he was a very attractive man even though she didn’t like the thought of being his trophy. He slid the ring on her ring finger and clasped the wrist band around her left hand. “It does look really beautiful, eh?”, he asked. “Yes, very much. Thank you”, Y/N answered, looking at her hand. Thomas put the glove back on and then offered her his arm which his fiancé accepted and they made their way out of the door and into his Bentley waiting outside. He held the door open for her and then made his way around the car to get into the drivers seat.

“I need you to be on your best behavior today! I know you’re not familiar with the kind of business that my family does but today is a very important evening, so I beg you to simply smile and converse when you’re addressed. Can you do that for me?”, his sight never left the streets they were driving on. She cleared her throat: “So all I am is another toy to you? The eye candy on your arm?” “Listen, love.”, he said enraged already, “you can be anything you want at any day but please do behave today. You wouldn’t want to make me angry and get off to a bad start, would you?” She looked down at her hands, feeling the cold metal of the ring burn her warm skin, “no sir.” “What was that?” “I said, no Sir”, Y/N replied louder now. Thomas smiled, knowing that she would be easy to break and bend into the way he wanted and needed her to be.

Shortly after they arrived at a church, he parked the car, got out of his side, walked around it to open the door for her and help her out of the car. He then took her face in his hands: “We don’t know each other very well but I am really trying to make this work. I promise you that I will protect you and be a good husband.” Thomas looks from her red painted lips to her eyes and back. He slowly reduces the distance between them and she can feel his breath hot on her lips, their eyes still locked. Y/N closes the distance between them and slightly presses her lips onto his. Thomas deepens the kiss immediately licking her lips which she immediately opens for him. “Good girl”, his deep voice rumbles and he pulls her even closer to him. The kiss was passionate but short lived, leaving her breathing heavily after he pulled away. He then takes her hand and puts it onto his, leading the way into the side building where a big ball room is situated. Thomas helps Y/N out of her coat and gets the both of them a glass of champagne, “To you - to us. Our marriage”, he says before clinking his glass to hers. Both take a sip and they begin to make their way through the room. Y/N put on her best smile and most clueless and unbothered expression, trying to please Thomas, even though she was really curious to what his plan for the night was. After a couple introductions and some business related talk, Thomas asked her for a dance. “Everyone is looking at us now. Act like you’re all crazy about me, Mrs. Shelby, like this is a match made from love.”, he whispers in her ear whilst holding her close and putting his hand on the small of her back. Thomas was a rather good dancer, guiding her through the ballroom, making her head spin with the sudden closeness. She could take the whiskey and the cigarettes in his breath. It was an intoxication smell in combination with his cologne, it smelled heavenly, homely somehow. She felt safe in his embrace and then put her hands around his neck, looking deep into his crystal blue eyes, he looked back at her: his gaze was stern and cold but he did smile a little bit. Both of them just kept looking, staring into each others eyes till the dance was finished. Thomas then twirled her into his chest, hugging her and then pressed a small kiss to her plump lips. Everyone around them started to clap their hands and cheer. Y/N felt herself blush, Thomas looked arrogantly into the crowd, a small smile forming on his pretty lips. He then pulled her into his left side and put his arm around her waist while a lot of people came to celebrate and congratulate them on their beautiful engagement. Y/N did, as she was told before, smiling, shaking hands and only speaking when she was addressed directly. None of the men seemed to know that she was told to do so and all the lady’s on their arms did the same thing - smiling and being polite. Some of the women looked like their high, not certain of their surroundings. “Love”, Thomas addressed her, “you see the other women, smiling so heavenly with not a care in the world?” She nodded. “If you don’t do as your told, if you don’t obey or listen to me, the same thing will happen to you, so I advise you to be a good girl.”, he whispered. Thomas looked down at her, seeing her swallow and then nod. “And you don’t want to know what else is happening to the women that don’t listen behind closed doors. Their husbands beat them, they rape them, they even share them amongst other man of rank because after marriage the wife’s are only seen as property. After marriage they belong to their husbands and they can do whatever they please.” She cleared her throat: “I will do as you tell me, Sir.”

Her innocent look up at him and the obedience in her voice went straight to his dick. He could feel himself swell. “Come with me, sweetheart.”, he said and pulled her out of the crowd and into a back room, “I need you to do something for me.” Y/N looked at him eagerly, ready to please. “Get on your knees”, he said, his voice even deeper. She did as she was told and he let out a small moan: “You’re such a good girl. Eager to please your future husband. That’s about right, ‘eh.” He then unbuckled his belt and quickly pulled his pants down. She just looked at him puzzled. “Don’t worry, I will guide you love”, he said through gritted teeth whilst pumping his own length. He then let go and gestured for her to take the place of his hand. She did, as she was told, taking his big dick into her small hands and moving them up and down, intimidated by his earlier words. Thomas let out a small hiss, nodding and praising her. Y/N then got ambitious and stocked out her tongue to touch his tip, whereas he moaned full on and put his hands on her head, “Open your mouth.” She opened her mouth widely and he slowly entered into the wetness, giving her time to adjust and breath before pulling out to simply slam into her mouth again. He could see tears starting to stream down her face but he did hold her head in place and she, being the best fiancé, just let him fuck her mouth. She lifted her tongue, touching the underside of his shaft which made him moan through gritted teeth. He stopped and let her work, circling his massive length with her tongue, slightly bobbing her head up and down and using her teeth in the most delicious way possible. All of this made Thomas weak to his knees. Looking down at her, seeing her intimidated, following his orders so accurately and knowing that she would be easy to nurture and train, he came. Y/N let him cum into her mouth, swallowing every drop of it which made Thomas moan. “Get up”, he said, “you are even more perfect than I imagined.” He then kissed her forehead and fixed his clothing, while she fixed her make up and hair. After he checked that both of them looked presentable, they went back to the party. She did play her role very well, smiling stupidly whilst he conducted business.

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❥ Teacher’s pet (William Afton x fem!reader)

author note: reader is 18 here. this one shot is pretty long but writing it was very fun and interesting for me, but please read tags carefully, I didn’t put one which may be a big spoiler, but this fic contains sexual and dark themes. I wrote it when movie wasn’t out yet, so description of appearance might look like game!william, but as always, you can imagine him as how you like ;)

tags: dark, angst, reader and William are fucked up, jealousy, big age gap, cheating, smut with a plot, pervert!William (he’s actually disgusting man here), oral sex, vaginal sex, Michael Afton mentioned, inspired by Melanie Martinez “teachers pet”

Going to school has always been part of your entertainment. If someone went there for the sake of study, then you went there to have fun with your friends. From a young age, you didn't know what word "no" was, your parents raised you like a little princess, giving you everything you want. You went to one of the best schools in the state, and despite your bad behavior and frequent dirty tricks, you were never expelled because of your high status.

Of course, such a reputation brought a lot of trouble, many students saw that you didn't do anything in class, but still got good grades. Rumors began to spread quickly, but as soon as you started high school, you immediately found friends who were similar to you in character. But in high school, you also got a new experience and not the most rosy one. Smoking right in the school yard, skipping classes, food throwing in the cafeteria and arguing with teachers forced you to visit the principal's office every week. Your parents didn't approve of this behavior, and you, as an adult girl, had to deal with problems on your own.

"Have you seen our new physics teacher? He's so handsome!" Mia exclaimed in awe, holding your school bag while you were trying to find something in the school locker.

"Um, if you're talking about that old prick who sleeps in his own lectures.…"

For a girl like you, it might have been a pleasant surprise to know about a new teacher, but now it's not like that. After so many jokes and pranks that you've done with all the teachers at school, you've come to the only conclusion. All teachers are old bores.

"What? No, no, no!" another girl, Sofia, who was standing to your right, joined the conversation. "Don't you know professor Afton?"

You shook your head, trying to show that this topic is not interesting to you. Finally, you found an apple that was lying in a dusty corner. The girls, seeing that you had already brought it to your mouth, frowned in disgust.

"Shouldn't you wash it first?"

Your conversation continued about the mysterious new teacher, to whom you were indifferent. But girls insisted on their own and convinced you to go to class, saying you wouldn't regret it. Judging by the way they described William Afton, you expected to see a handsome, sexy, pleasant, seductive, elegant, gorgeous man. And what was your shock when you entered the classroom and saw an exact copy of their words.

The man was standing near the teacher's desk, holding a book in his hands. At first glance, he was about forty years old. Kind of aristocratic, with pale skin and dark brown hair, sharp features and a thin build, so damn tall. But the most magnificent were his eyes, silvery blue, the color of crystal clear lake water. Everything your friends said about him was absolutely true. He was the most perfect teacher you've ever seen, and you couldn't wait to get to know him better.

"Good afternoon, class, glad to see you all." your heart stopped when you heard his voice, it was low, a little smoky and at the same time rude, which corresponded to his appearance. William looked around at the students, stopping at you for a second, noting to himself that this was the first time you had come to his lesson.

Your parents would be shocked to learn that their daughter can sit quietly in class like a good girl, listening to a lecture about neutrons and protons. But no. Coming back to reality, you didn't give a damn about physics, and you only sat still because you were hypnotized by his voice.

"Don't tell me you've already fallen in love with him." Sofia, who was sitting on your right, muttered with a smirk on her face.

"He looks good." you answered, winking at her.

"I bet he's married…" suggested Mia, who was sitting in the back. She didn't take her eyes off the notebook in which she was diligently writing down everything William said.

"I see you're trying to give the impression of an obedient schoolgirl, huh?" you turned your whole body towards her, teasing her in your usual bitchy manner. The girl had already opened her mouth, ready to answer, but was interrupted by a loud cough.

The whole class fell silent, and you turned to face professor William, whose eyes were staring at you intently. He didn't say a word, but his face showed that he was unhappy with such behavior. You were already preparing for the worst outcome, thinking that he would make a remark, but he continued his lecture as if nothing had happened.

Propping your head on your hand, you continued to openly stare at him. Your curious eyes ran over his entire figure, assessing his clothes and how perfectly his black trousers fit him.

"What's your name?" a familiar voice awakened from the fantasy world, but this time it was heard much better, because its owner was standing right next to your desk. When you looked up, you saw professor Afton himself. You introduced yourself. "Are you chewing something?" the man's tone didn't sound like a question. "Chewing gum is prohibited in my class, please be respectful to me and others."

Looks like luck was on your side today if this man pays you so much attention, you thought, and spitting out the gum, barely holding back a grin, you glued it right under the desk.

"Well, I'm going to have to ask you to clean this up after class."

You got what you wanted. Sofia and Mia were the last to leave the classroom, making perverted jokes about you. Getting to know each other better promised to be interesting. You sacrificed your precious plans for today just to get to know this man a little better. But, to your great regret, nothing interesting happened. And what your friends were joking about didn't happen either. William's face was set in stone.

"Why haven't I seen you in my classes before?" he asked calmly. His cold and impassive demeanor was annoying. What kind of teacher is that? There must be some way to get him emotional.

"Because they're boring." if to play the bitch, then play to the fullest, you thought.

"You are wrong, exact sciences can be very interesting if they are taught correctly." he sighed, considering what to say next. "I'll let it slide for the first time, but I don't want it to happen again, okay?"

"If your teaching skills impress me, I will attend all your lessons." you spoke, glaring at him.

"I hope so." the man replied. The corners of his mouth turned up, and he looked back at the book. "Now put that gum away, please."

Oh, how long you've been waiting for him to say that. You knew that this boring book wouldn't be the only thing his eyes would be glued to. Getting up from your desk, you straightened your slightly rumpled miniskirt and turned your back on William. You bent over, your skirt indecently pulled up, exposing the elastic band of your stockings. You tried to keep a satisfied smile on your face, but you couldn't as you felt his studying gaze all over your body. Afton ran a hand through his hair, as if trying to restrain himself, reminding himself that he was at work. Gritting his teeth, he continued to watch you.

The minutes have turned into an eternity for both of you. When you finally unhooked the gum, you put it in a napkin and turned to William. And you knew that he saw everything. And he knew you knew.

…

From the day it happened, you decided not to tell your friends. You've been waiting for the time to come when you can shock them with something bigger. Physics became your favorite lesson, and until your parents couldn't recognise their beloved daughter, you continued to play on Mr. Afton's nerves.

William was strict, but he never raised his voice at the students. His tests always had forty questions, and the time given was too short, but you still tried to write them perfectly (although you knew physics terribly) to impress him. But why did he never give an excellent grade? You used cheat sheets, but even they didn't help, the result was the same. Afton left you after school to sort out mistakes. And it was boring as fuck, and every time you hoped that something would happen.

It's been two weeks since William Afton came into your life. Staying after class was just so boring, you decided to attract his attention with something else if the revealing outfits didn't work.

When he gave you another test with a million questions, you frowned to pretend you were thinking. Your seat was at the end of the class, so no one really saw you, and that played into your hands. When the time of the test was coming to an end, you took the sheet and gently touched it with your painted lips, leaving a mark from your dark red lipstick. This won't leave him indifferent for sure.

At break, no matter how fearless and brave you were, your heart was pounding as your cheeks were flushed. The scariest thing was waiting for his reaction. What if you forgot to sign the sheet and he'll think it's some other girl? But William Afton got to know you well even in such a short time. He'd have known whose sheet it was just by looking at the lip print. He's never had a girl who seduced him the way you did.

"For what purpose was this… done?"

Anxiety quickly turned to intrigue and curiosity as soon as you were back in the classroom. The plan worked.

He crossed his arms over his chest.

"Do you think I don't notice your looks? The way you're acting is out of line. And this uniform you're wearing is definitely not a school one."

"Nevertheless, you like it."

William immediately shut up. His always serious face now shows another emotion that you haven't seen before. He furrowed his brows and narrowed his eyes a little, as if he expected something else from you. You just stared at each other in silence.

Afton was standing very close. His body was tense. But despite the seriousness of the situation and what just came out of your mouth, you knew that this was your chance and you weren't going to miss it.

"Yeah. I like it." he had barely finished the sentence as you already reduced the distance between you to a minimum and rose on tiptoe to reach his lips and kissed him.

You felt his lips tremble in shock, but you continued. Your arms wrapped around his neck as he surrendered and deepened the kiss. At that moment, sanity was completely gone, leaving only the desire, the desire to touch him everywhere. You weren't sure if door was locked, which meant that at any moment someone could enter.

William Afton was a fucking sinner. He knew it would end like this. Any normal teacher would immediately send you to the principal or talk to your parents. Any, but not him. Animal desire ate him up from the inside when he imagined you on sleepless nights. From the day your eyes met, William knew who was going to be his favourite in class.

…

The wall clock showed 6 p.m., classes had long since ended. But not for you. Mr. Afton came into the class with a bottle of water, as soon as he saw you, the corners of his lips lifted.

"You're making progress in studying electromagnetic phenomena," he noted, putting the bottle on the table and sitting down on a chair. You smiled sweetly in response to the praise. "What can you say about electromagnetic induction? Who discovered it and when?" William knew you wouldn't answer, but he wanted to tease you a little anyway.

"Come on, you know that's not what we're both here for!" you said coquettishly, putting your elbows on the table and resting your head on your palms, you stared at him intently, batting your eyelashes.

"After all that has happened, it's worth dropping the formalities. Just call me William."

The pose in which you appeared in front of him gave the professor a full view of your cleavage. The first three buttons of the white shirt were undone. However, he didn't take any action, expecting you to do everything yourself. William was trying to keep his sanity because he knew how bad this game would turn out for you. Oh, how wrong he was.

"Would you like to take a closer look, Mr. Afton?" your voice is a little higher than usual. You knew where his eyes were looking. And he didn't hide it either.

"Just William." he repeated through his teeth.

"You're so fucking boring." a tired sigh from you. The click of heels was the only sound in the class. You stood between William and the table, maintaining eye contact the whole time. The atmosphere was heating up by the second. Warmth spread all over his body, and his cheeks turned little pinky. Your hand reached for the bottle, and the next second you started slowly spilling all liquid onto your chest. The wet shirt stuck to your body, exposing the contours of your nipples.

"Fuck, come here." William is tired of your cheap show. He could stand everything: perverted looks, short skirts, stupid coquetry, but seeing you so… so vulgar, doing whatever you want in his class, with a bottle that he bought, spilling his water on yourself, was damn infuriating. He lost the battle with himself, the desire took over, the need to fuck you right on this table, to teach you a real lesson. "You fucking want me, don't you? I can see how much you need my touch, how much you want me to fuck you. Little slut. You've been provoking me all this time, pretending to be an innocent angel, but here," William's hand reached for your already soaking wet shirt, roughly grabbing your breast. "that's who you are, that's your nature."

"Will you fuck me?" your question sounded more like a desperate plea.

"Show me what you're capable of, and then I'll think about it." now it was William's turn to smirk. When his hands left your breast, he majestically relaxed in the chair, legs apart. His open posture perfectly showed what was required of you.

Without wasting a minute, you fell to your knees with fire in your eyes, trying to please him. In response, a mocking laugh escaped his lips. When you felt his erection in your palm, you giggled. No matter what unflappable man he showed himself in class, he was different when he was alone with you. You felt special, because you were the only one of all the girls who turned him on. Or so you'd like to think.

You unbuckled his belt, jerkily pulling off his boxers down. His hard cock was dripping precum. To avoid distractions, you tucked your hair behind your ears, then wrapped your hand around his length, lazily moving it up and down.

"That's it, good girl, so eager." William murmured hoarsely, which made you raise your head to look at him. Wonderful. His brows were furrowed, eyes were closed, and his chest was rising and falling. Seeing him so weak was… unique, unusual, exciting even. But why, why William? No matter how many guys you've touched like that, none of them ever made you feel that way.

If he wanted to see what you're capable of, then it's time to demonstrate it. Brushing away unnecessary thoughts and at the same time mentally preparing yourself, you lightly licked his swollen tip, causing him to sigh deeply. It really boosted your ego, gave you even more confidence: to hear the sounds he makes, to feel his legs twitch. And you wanted more, so you tried to take him fully in your mouth, but you couldn't. He's a lot bigger than all your exes, so you started helping yourself with your hand, stroking the base of his dick.

William's hands grabbed at your hair, causing pain, but you continued. Although your efforts weren't enough for him and he began to move his hips, already fucking your mouth. He forced you to take his whole cock, his shaft went right down your throat, which made tears come to your eyes. You hit him lightly on the leg so he'd let you go as you felt like you were going to throw up any second.

After a while, you finally got a little used to his steady fast pace. Breathing through your nose, you continued to let him greedily fuck your mouth, but you felt that you were also terribly aroused by it. Your hand reached down in hope of rubbing yourself through your panties, but suddenly Afton abruptly pulled you away by your hair.

"And what are you doing, hm?" he asked in a husky voice, looking at your fucked out face. Oh, what a wonderful sight William saw, a real work of art. You with watery eyes, ruined makeup and drops of his cum mixed with your saliva on your lips and chin. You don't look so cocky anymore. And William is so damn pleased to see what he's turned you into. If he could, he would have taken a thousand photos and hung them all over his house walls. But sadly, wife and kids will not approve of this.

You gave him a clouded look without even hearing his question. Your brain was turned off, there was only one goal set — to satisfy him, and you were going to achieve it, no matter what. After taking in enough air and still not reacting to him, you took his cock in your mouth again, diligently moving your head up and down.

"Yes, I knew it. You're just a whore, nothing more. That's how your parents raised you, right?" you knew that wasn't true, but you tried to agree with him anyway, making a moan, but all what came out was gagging sound.

William threw his head back, groaning, his hand was still on your hair, no longer grabbing, but pressing enough to keep your head in one position. Your jaw was starting to hurt, it was hard to keep mouth wide open, and William didn't even seem close. You felt the urge to vomit every time he jerked his hips, completely plunging his dick into your throat and staying like that for a few seconds as your saliva dribbled down your chin. The feeling of your sweet throat tightening around his cock made him clench his teeth to keep from making loud moans.

"Be ready to swallow, sweetie." Afton muttered, looking at you with half-closed eyes.

Finally, when you felt him twitching and his thrusts become more and more sloppy, you realized that he was close. William came with a muffled groan, holding you by the hair so you wouldn't pull away. It was so hot and sexy to feel his cum trickling down your throat. You've never had a man who dominated you like that. All your exes were nothing compared to William.

When his grip loosened, he let you go, straightening his shirt and breathing deeply. You gasped for air, head spinning, throat sore, cheeks red, roots of hair hurt, but a stupid happy smile on your face when you realized what you had just done. William, however, was just as pleased as you. It had been a long time since he had fun like this, his wife never done anything like this with him. But what he never thought about was that he would find a girl like you so quickly, who would try madly to satisfy all his needs. And wasn't it heaven? William didn't feel any guilt, because he was sure that it was you who provoked him to do this.

"No one should know about this, honey, do you understand me?"

You were about to answer when the phone rang. William, seeing how exhausted you were, reached for it and handed it to you. When you picked up the phone, you were greeted by mom's serious tone.

"Y/n, where are you? It's already 7 p.m. and you're not home. Don't you know that you have a tutor after school? Your father and I are paying for him!"

"Gosh, mom, I'm with Mia and Sofia," you said through gritted teeth, "and I don't need any tutor, tell him from me that he's a useless old asshole!" you hung up the phone, glowering at the phone screen, where were 5 missed calls from mom.

"How obstinate you are, you remind me of Michael." you looked at him questioningly, to which William only grinned because of how ridiculous your cute puzzled face looked. The man put on his pants and, taking napkins from the table, wiped the left of cum from your lips. "Michael is my son. He is in his first year of engineering college, very stubborn and short-tempered."

A strange smile appeared on William's face when he spoke about his family. A smile he never had for you.

After another long minute of conversation, which you wanted to end as soon as possible, because they were useless stories about his kids, Afton helped you clean yourself up. When you got home, you crawled onto the bed and blankly stared at the ceiling, your brain digesting everything that happened today. It didn't scare you that everything happened so fast. But it bothered you that you never thought about him being married. There wasn't even any hint he had a wife. He didn't wear a wedding ring, and when you kissed him, he never refused. There was always an answer to all your flirting, the way he looked at you during class was something more than just innocent glances from teacher to student. It was the look of a hungry man who desperately wanted you.

And what's worse is that now you seem to be very much in love with William. Guys have always been nothing more than entertainment for you, it was fun to play with their feelings. And you thought it would be the same with Afton. Your goal was just to seduce him, just to have fun. After all, guys your age were boring, and you thought it wouldn't be so bad to find someone older, because you're a huge fan of playing on nerves. And just in time, professor William showed up at school.

But everything went awry when William Afton began to completely take over your thoughts.

Stupid teenage crush, what could be worse? And the worse was that William started flirting back. In all images, only William seemed to be there, his face haunted you in your dreams, but along with the ardent love, bitter jealousy grew, which you tried to stifle. And for a while, this unpleasant desire to be the only one for William disappeared. Because he spent all his time on you, which couldn't not make you the happiest girl on earth.

Kissing right in the school hallway was wrong, but how could you resist when he was aggressively pinning you against the wall, his hands gripping your hips while you tried not to moan into his mouth. Neither of you cared that there was a lesson behind that wall. The chemistry your brain was creating because of William was driving you insane, you couldn't wait for the day you'd be in his bed. Oh, how much you wanted to show him that you're better than his wife.

It was all well and good, until one day William had to leave right after class ended, telling you he had things to do. However, that didn't stop you from following him all the way home to find out where he lives. His house stood next to a road, on the other side of which was a bus stop, where you stood timidly, watching William enter the house and greet a woman who happily hugs him.

With what love and care she takes the umbrella from him, kisses him on the cheek, and they both disappear into the house. And with what anger and resentment you stand, completely soaked in the rain, watching them.

…

The next day, after a long night full of thoughts, you met William on your way to school.

"I thought you drove to work." you smiled fake.

"Yes, but Michael borrowed car, he needs it more now," William's face brightened, he continued to gesticulate a lot, smiling from ear to ear, voice was full of delight. "And the weather is so good today, isn't it great to take a little walk?"

"Probably…" and again this Michael, again the mention of his family, his wife, his kids.

"The thunder was booming all night, my little Elizabeth was so scared. Poor little one couldn't sleep."

Are you sure you didn't sleep because of your daughter? Isn't it because of your fucking wife? I know there was something between you last night. Why are you so damn happy? What about me?

The morning has just begun and everything is already going to hell.

Afton's phone rang annoyingly loudly, and his fingers instantly pressed the receive button.

"Hello, Clara?" his tone is so cloying that you wanna puke. "Oh, no, damn… Looks like I'm going to walk around school blind today… Yeah, I was in such a hurry that I forgot them on the table… I don't think I'll be able to come back, I'll be late for work… Sure, bye, honey, see you this evening, love you!"

Listening to how kindly and lovely he talks to his wife, you felt everything tearing apart inside, tears of anger appeared in your eyes. You turned away to wipe them off, not wanting William to see you like this. You didn't want to see William either.

The school day dragged on for a long time, you had to skip one lesson, sitting in the bathroom and smoking a few cigarettes to calm your nerves. You felt that if you saw William, you wouldn't be able to resist saying everything you thought about his wife into his face. Everyone in the class seemed to have already got used to the new teacher, the feelings of many girls cooled down as they realized they had no chance of having an affair with this man. Everyone… except you. You couldn't make your heart stop loving him, you didn't even know if it was love or some kind of sick obsession.

Although you knew one thing for sure: you weren't going to share him with anyone else.

After class ended, you quickly jumped up from your desk to put your things in your bag and leave the classroom, unable to see your professor anymore. Sadness and anger grew. As you passed his desk, about to leave, William called your name and asked you to stay.

You stood motionless, with your back to him, feeling deeply offended. When it was just the two of you in class again, William came up to you, put his hands on your shoulders and slowly took off his backpack. You didn't move.

"Look at me." he began. "What upset you so much? You've been acting weird all day, avoiding me."

You knew that ignoring his question would do nothing, but you felt lost, not knowing whether to tell him truth or not. You felt a lump in your throat, as if something was holding you back from telling him the reason of your behavior. Maybe you just imagined all this nonsense? Maybe it really shouldn't affect you that much, after all, it looks like he cares about your state. What if he doesn't really love his wife?

"Y/n?"

"Ah, that's… nothing special." you turned to him, still not looking him in the eye. How can you explain yourself to him if you didn't understood it yourself. "It's just problems… with parents, it happens."

"Is it because of the tutor?" you just nodded in response. William was a selfish man, but certainly not dumb. He watched your expression and the way you behaved in front of him, avoiding eye contact, and came to the conclusion that you were lying. "Oh, then how about I spend the evening with you?"

Afton felt no remorse. He suggested it because he felt pity for you and nothing more. And he also needed to relieve stress after a long week at work. He didn't have strong feelings for you, he didn't love you more than his wife. William knew that these emotions you're experiencing right now are just teenage infatuation, and why wouldn't he take advantage of it?

William knew how to banish your sadness, so he booked a hotel room.

Despite the terrible morning and afternoon, the evening was a thousand times better. Your tears of resentment turned to tears of pleasure, your hands reached for William's neck to pull him even closer to you. With each strong thrust, you felt his cock penetrate deeper. William ran his lips down your neck to your collarbones, leaving purple hickeys. His hands gripped your hips as he moved inside you.

How much you wanted this, needed this.

Your clothes were lying on the floor somewhere, and your phone was on the bedside table, the screen was on. The last message to mom said that you'd stay the night with your girl friends.

You dissolved into pleasure, loud moans, more like screams, escaped from your lips as William drove into your body. He nuzzled your neck, biting you like a wild animal, trying to stifle his own groans. You forgot about everything that happened today, about his wife and kids, about your parents, your friends. Everything around you didn't make sense. All that mattered was the man above you, who fucked you so hard your toes were curling.

"Oh, fuck-fuck, don't stop!" you whimpered, feeling that you were approaching orgasm. However, that sweet sob from you made something click in William's brain as he grinned.

His eyes glittered before he kissed you, letting out a low throaty growl as he did so. You moaned, letting his tongue slide into your mouth. William pulled out. Goosebumps ran over your skin, and you impatiently rubbed your body against him, trying to hint to him to enter you again. Afton broke the kiss, his hands turned you over on your stomach and lifted your ass, your bodies merged back together.

"You're so fucking tight. Been a while since you've been fucked that good, right?"

You knew that your moans were loud, too loud, you knew the people in the other rooms heard everything. You tried to restrain yourself by biting the pillow. William didn't approve of this and slapped your ass sharply, leaving a red mark, and then pulled you by the hair to himself.

"Don't hide your fucking moans, I want… everyone to know what a whore you are, bunny." he was breathing heavily, feeling walls of your pussy clench around his cock. William wrapped your hair on his fist, lifting your head to the ceiling.

You gasped, already losing your mind, when you felt his tip pressing against your cervix. Your body was shaking in his arms, and William took his hand from your hair, releasing you. You started moaning his name nonstop, writhing with bliss, moving back and forth yourself. You didn't even notice that William stopped moving at all, watching with a grin as you fucked yourself stupid on his cock.

"Oh, you want to cum? Dont you worry, I'll help my sweet girl." his hips began to move again, and his calloused fingers caressed your aching clit in lazy circular movements.

You felt waves of pleasure spreading in your lower abdomen, your pussy began to throb around his shaft, your legs trembled as you came with a desperate moan. William himself was close to orgasm, he pulled out of you, not holding back in moans, and brought himself to orgasm with his hand, cumming on your ass.

His sweaty body fell next to yours as he was breathing deeply, recovering. After a few minutes, he got out of bed, went to the bathroom, but returned with napkins, wiping your body.

"I'm going to take a shower." he lay next to you for a short time, then got up and went again to the bathroom, leaving you tired on the bed. Your eyelids were slowly closing as you were falling asleep, you almost dozed off, but you were woken up by William saying something. Your eyes flew open and you saw him already dressed, the man was taking money out of his wallet. "It's for a taxi, you'd better get some sleep, and in the morning you'll go home."

"What? You'll leave me.. just like this?" you immediately raised yourself up, leaning on your elbows, covering your naked body with a blanket.

"I have to be home in an hour, Y/n, don't make a drama out of it." Afton replied with restraint. His face was tense, there was no desire to discuss this jealous nonsense, and moreover, he wasn't in the mood to calm your hysterics. He knew that if he was late for his wife, she would bombard him with questions (because he always arrived on time), and this was the last thing he wanted.

"What do you mean, "don't make a drama"?! You think you can just—"

"You knew I had a family, and you knew what you were signing up for by having an affair with a married man." William felt his anger rising, he frowned. He slammed his palm loudly on the table, throwing money.

"No, no, wait, William!" your voice trembled, you tried to hold back the tears that gushed. "Don't leave me here!" William wasn't going to stand and listen to your screams, he didn't book a room for that. But your crying was exhausting his patience. Afton knew that this moment would come someday, however, wasting time on it wasn't in his plans. You'll calm down somehow, without his help. The professor took one last look at himself in the mirror and headed for the door. "How am i worse than her? How am i worse than fucking her?!"

It was impossible to understand what you were feeling, because it was an explosive mixture of all negative emotions. There was fear in your eyes, the fear of being abandoned, of losing William. But at the same time, cold anger was building up inside, and your knuckles were turning pale from how hard you were clutching the blanket. Throwing it off, you ran up to the man and grabbed his clothes.

William slapped you. Your cheek was burning as there was a large reddish mark on it from his palm.

"Leave me alone! I'm sorry i even damn know you!" William barked. He got angry, because your behavior went beyond all bounds, his hands pushed you hard, causing you to fall to the floor, but this didn't stop your hysteria. Clutching his leg tightly, you looked up at him, continuing to sob and beg him to stay. "This is our last meeting."

Escaping from your grasp, William left room, slamming the door, the sound of which painfully echoed in your ears. Your eyes widened in panic as soon as you realized that he was gone, that he left you. You cried until you lost your voice. A lump in your throat. You were left alone, humiliated, broken, abandoned, used.

Was it over?

You didn't show up at school for two weeks because you "caught a cold." Friends pmed you every day, asking how you were and when you would finally come to school, but you hardly answered, not knowing the answer yourself. You avoided communicating with your parents, spending whole days in your room, which alerted them, but they didn't dare to disturb your peace, thinking that you sleep all day because of the high temperature.

William Afton was no longer your teacher. After that terrible situation at the hotel, you felt something break in you. Every time you look at yourself in the mirror, the scene of how he hit you repeats itself in your head, and you relive all the resentment and anger, even rage. Nobody. No one in the world has ever raised a hand at you. Instead, you began to notice how his face causes unbearable irritation, to the point of gnashing your teeth. From his name alone, you want to break all furniture in your house. The memory of how you looked at him with loving eyes makes you want to erase your memory first, and then shoot your head off. How could you be so blind not to notice that he was just using you?

Jealousy turned into a desire for revenge, you wanted him to suffer for playing with your feelings, that he saw you as nothing more than a sex toy, and then innocently returned home to his wife's arms, as if nothing had happened. It shouldn't be like this.

Every night you woke up sweating from nightmares in which you did terrible things to him.

But at one point, the nightmares turned into fantasies.

….

While smoking a cigarette, you take out of your jeans pocket a photo of William that you took with him at a time when everything was still good. Undoubtedly, the photo turned out well, William's smile is great, he really is one of the most handsome men you've ever seen. Admiring the photo a little more, you hold a cigarette to it and watch as the photo turns to ashes.

It was over.

You knew all about William. You knew how many kids he had, how old his wife was, and what she cooked for him in the morning. Listening to him talk nonstop about his family life was excruciating, but fortunately, everything comes to an end. You knew where his eldest son went to study, and it didn't take you much effort to catch him on his way out of college.

"Hey there! Michael, right?" you call out to him as you approach him. Your mouth twists in a fake smile when you look at him closer, a real copy of his father. Michael is a little confused, he nods uncertainly and hopes that there is no blush on his cheeks. He finds you very attractive. "Oh, so… I'm Y/n! I study at the school where your father works, and he said he would help me prepare for my final exams."

"Oh, hello! I can actually give you a ride, dad gave me his car."

I know, silly, I know everything about you.

You gave the guy a radiant smile and nodded your head happily. How did a bastard like William raise a wonderful son like Michael? When you got into the car, you couldn't help but notice how Michael sometimes glances at you. It's pretty sweet, but he's clearly not your type. And Michael's not the problem. He tries his best to start a conversation with you, but you answer him without any enthusiasm. His chatter makes it difficult to concentrate.

The road takes little time, but you feel a fiery surge of anger every time the car stops at a traffic light. You're burning with the desire to rip the steering wheel out of Michael's hands and drive car yourself. You snort nervously, casting a discontented glance at the window. Patience is running out.

Michael parks the car, and you both get out, he leads you to the house, along the way telling some bullshit you ignore. You can barely restrain yourself from letting out a sarcastic laugh, knowing full well that you don't need his help. You know this place better than he does.

"Hey, dad, open! Your son has arrived!" Michael says loudly in a joking manner, knocking on the door. You hear heavy footsteps coming from the house, the door opens and William is standing behind it. His face doesn't express much emotion yet. But as soon as the door swings open fully, revealing you standing next to Michael, his eyes widen.

Your lips curve into a wide smile, and you twist your hair around your finger, fluttering your eyelashes innocently. William noticed you haven't been at school for a long time, but he didn't pay much attention to it. He ended everything at the hotel and didn't plan on coming back to you. He's almost forgotten what your voice sounds like. And how lucky he is that you showed up on his threshold to remind him of your existence. Afton didn't have much choice when Michael explained to him why you came. William sighs wearily, he should have changed his job just when you started making jealous scenes for him. But who the hell were you for him to risk his huge salary anyway?

You walk into his house, feeling William's eyes devour you. Without any shyness, you look appraisingly at everything around you. There are kid's drawings and a portrait of his wife on the walls, but the sweetest thing is the wedding photos in which William holds her in his arms, they both look so happy and deeply in love, perfect for each other. Why did William cheat on her? To some extent, you even feel regret for his wife.

"I have to go to work, so you can study as much as you want. See you later!" Michael exclaims, almost leaving the house. "Oh, and… dad, give her cookies, which, by the way, I baked!" William rolls his eyes, making it clear that Michael should really leave. You giggle, flattered that his son is trying so hard to impress you. "Please?"

"Sure, Michael."

Michael quickly leaves the house, no longer daring to bother you. As he walks to the car, an enthusiastic smile doesn't leave his face, he wipes small tears of sweat from his forehead. The poor guy feels a little awkward, but he sincerely hopes that he has left a good impression. He'll be so glad to meet you again, maybe you will even become friends? He's looking forward to your opinion on his baking skills.

As soon as the door closes behind Michael, William follows you into the living room. He's outraged, dissatisfied, how the fuck did you get to his house in the first place? Michael's college was very far from your school, it was hard to find him, impossible to catch him after classes. Who knows what's on your mind?

"Now tell me, why are you even here? Why are you doing this?" William gives you a contemptuous look, raising his eyebrows. He still can't believe that all this is happening to him, hoping that it's just a figment of his imagination, but no, you're in front of his eyes, sitting possessively on his expensive couch.

"But I love—"

"Now, dont start with this." William snaps, pointing his index finger at you to shut up. If William doubted his decision before, now he is convinced that he should have left you a long time ago.

"William, listen to me." you pout, crossing one leg over the other. "I'll never cross your threshold again, I just came to see you and…" plaintive tone. "to drink with you to our last meeting." your fingers slowly unzip the bag and you proudly show William a bottle of red wine. How did you even know that he likes this brand?

"I'm not going to do that."

"I swear I won't get in your way again. I realized that it was my fault, because you have a wife and…" you beg him, your lips tremble slightly as tears gather on your eyelashes, and all this is thanks to your incredible acting skills. How easy it is to manipulate people.

William narrows his eyes and sinks into his thoughts. You look so pathetic that he wants to hug you even though he doesn't have any feelings for you. He's thinking. On the one hand, his wife is outside with the kids and will return home in the late afternoon, and Michael is at work and will also come late. No one will bother you for the next few hours, and you two are alone, free to do whatever you want.

"The glasses are in the kitchen."

Alcohol fills the crystal glasses that William took out from the cupboard. He's not the least bit embarrassed that he once used these with his wife during their honeymoon.

The conversation starts about nothing. You playfully touch his feet with yours under the table, pretending it's an accident. But William knows those shiny eyes of yours. Your look with vulgar hints brings back memories of how you seduced him at school. After emptying the second glass of red, William gets up from the table and goes to the refrigerator for ice cubes, the kitchen is getting too hot. Or maybe he's already drunk.

You approach him, using the moment when the man is standing with his back to you, and press your chest against him. His body is hot and relaxed.

"I missed you…" you whisper excitedly. So disgusting.

Afton turns around and stares into your eyes, then at your revealing cleavage. Again. His pupils are dilating. He remembers the clothes you always wore at school, barely covering your breasts and ass, and how hard he tried to control himself in lectures.

Afton's head is spinning, everything but you is blurred in his eyes. And he gives up, greedily kissing you. Wet and rough, as always. His hands grab you by the neck, squeezing you slightly. And yours slide down his body, to his pants, and then to his belt.

"We better do it fast." William whispers hoarsely into your lips as you caress his hard-on with your palm through his clothes. How cute, he thinks you're just going to blow him like last time.

Now it has become difficult to hide aggression, alcohol has helped to feel everything in double size. You just wish he'd shut up, his voice is annoying, so you kiss him again. You want to vent all the anger and stuff it into his smoky lungs so that he can't take a breath. You bite his lips hard, causing blood to run down his chin, and William is so drunk that he thinks it's just such a foreplay. His hands are no longer unbuckling his belt, but William doesn't notice it, he's busy trying to take off your dress.

He's so weak, so seductive, just begging you to kill him.

"Come on, bunny, don't tease me." you roll your eyes, but you pull away, take off your dress, and it falls to the floor, you stand in front of a man in beautiful lace underwear. "Oh, so shameless, huh…" William drunkenly draws out his speech. Pisses you off, pisses you off, pisses you off. You kiss him again, the man's lips are so disgustingly wet because of the blood. He has no idea that this is the last kiss. Thanks to William's drunken state, your deft hands managed to get a knife out of the kitchen cupboard unnoticed.

You stab a man in the chest, his eyes widen in horror, he jumps away from you.

"What the fuck?!"

Stupid jerk. He doesn't even know that if he moves with a knife in his body, it'll only hurt more. A cruel smile appears on your face, and you come closer to him, putting your finger to his lips.

"Don't call me your bunny, asshole." with a clanking sound, you pull the bloody knife out of him, and William falls to the floor, screaming in searing pain. Everything about him pisses you off, how dare he cry when you've just started?

"Stop it, bitch! Stop it!" William presses his palm to the wound, from which blood is gushing, opens his mouth and breathes raggedly. Your eyes widened with rage pulsing through your veins, it engulfed you from head to toe. You kick William in the groin and he screams in agony. And then you kick him again and again and again until you hear a crunch, his dick is literally bursting. Afton cannot get up because of his drunken state, his hands slide across the floor, covered in blood, he kicks and screams in acute pain. You switched places, and now he's lying on the cold tile, choking on tears.

You fall on your knees next to him and stab him a couple more times in the stomach, chest, blood splashes on you and stains your white underwear. His body convulses, he tries to crawl away from you, his screams become hoarse.

Your frantic gaze runs all over the kitchen, trying to find something else besides a knife.

"Crazy bitch!" William shouts, sputtering. "I'm going to put—"

Hit. Another hit. And another one.

You're sitting on the floor in dead silence, holding a cast-iron frying pan in your hands and looking down at a lifeless body. Or a mess, that's more suitable word. A bloody mess. You wince at the disgusting sight. The end. His heart stopped forever, his skin seemed to stretch, become dense and acquired a light ashen color. A sharp metallic smell fills your nostrils, you throw your head back and roll your eyes. It's not known what killed him, a knife or a strong hit with a frying pan, but you are in utter ecstasy.

You carefully, like a graceful cat, put a frying pan on his broken head, covering his face and get up. You take one last look at what you've done. You're thinking. It's probably better to leave this dress as a gift to him. It's all covered in blood anyway.

Your legs carry you to the exit, you move slowly, and then out of the corner of your eye you notice cookies on a plate. Your brain remembers well how much Michael wanted you to try them. You smile sweetly, this boy is too kind and warm-hearted, he didn't deserve a father like William. You take a bite of a cookie, slowly, really slowly chewing it. There's no hurry anyway.

Ugh, it's disgusting. The cookies are too dry, almost not sweet, more like just breadcrumbs. It's better not to tell Michael, he'll be upset.

"You'll thank me later, Clara." you're talking to the beautiful woman in the photo that hangs on the wall in the living room. Her happy emerald eyes look into yours, she seems so lively and carefree, as if she is about to answer you.

You leave the house, finally finding yourself in the fresh cold night air. The light from the moon falls on your almost naked body, and the dried blood on it shimmers beautifully. Oh, how you wish you had a cigarette. The desire to smoke a pack hasn't left you since you entered this house.

Suddenly, the light from the headlights of the car blinds you and you squint. Michael arrived. And together with him, the rest of the family.

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[hells-greatest-writer]

Heaven Is a Lie

Lucifer x Pre Fallen Angel Reader Short little Drabble that I may actually flesh out! ___________________________________________

The day Lucifer fell, was the day I began to doubt our father. The Almighty who was good, and righteous. For if they were to be able to cast out their Lightbearer so easily, to cast out their Morningstar for such a simple act, how were they just?

I wasn't allowed to be in the council room that day, neither me nor Emily were allowed. Only the Archangels and Sera were the only angels who had been allowed to bear witness to what was happening. The doors were locked tight, and though as much as I wanted to push through and throw them open, I couldn't bring myself to.

From outside the council doors, I could hear their screams, I could hear the rage Lucifer had. Hear the rage that Michael had as they declared him tainted by sin. Could Lucifer really have been tainted? I didn’t believe it myself knowing my best friend. He was pure and good, with intentions to help others, not hurt them. Yes some of his ideas were a bit extravagant, but I never learned of Lucifer to be one for evil.

If I could have been in that room to scream, to defend him I would have. Instead though, once the doors had opened, Lucifer was no where to be found. Cast down to the Hell he had created by order of his own brothers. I couldn’t believe it. God, hadn’t been there to intervene, they just let it happen!

I was hurt, devastated at the loss of the man I adored so much. Of the man I had decided to devote my time to. To losing my best friend who I worked so close with. So the anger in my heart festered as the centuries passed. I went against Michael’s orders. I went against Sera. I was determined to let them know just how badly they messed up letting the brightest star in all of Heaven go.

Now I found myself chained and bound in the center of the council room. My wings bound behind me as my eyes stared defiantly up at the higher angels. They called me a traitor, broken, a mistake to have been kept so long in Heaven. Though I didn’t care. I knelt there, with a grin on my face as I would bare the punishment given to me.

“Lucifer’s ideals were right!” I yelled out as I stared at my fellow angels. “You all just turn a blind eye because your earth project is no longer perfect!” I screamed pulling at the binds on my arms. I had always believed in my best friend, and even though I was now at the mercy of the Angels. "Heaven is a lie!" I shouted, stirring up gasps from the rest of the Angels.

With my final words the floor beneath me opened and I fell. Following in Lucifer’s path to Hell. I didn’t care though, without him in Heaven, That place had already became my own hell....

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[writersdare]

5SOS ♡ Masterlist

Last update: 20.01.2024

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Luke Hemmings

Hold Me Tight ♡ Summary: Luke has been plagued by nightmares, but Y/N was always there for him. Warning: hurt/comfort, nightmares

Let Me Love You NEW Summary: Luke knew it wasn’t his fault Y/N didn’t let him get any closer, but he just wished to know what he could do to make it better. Warning: angsty, trusting issues, mentioning of a breakup, the reader may have low self-esteem Two Gummy Worms Summary: Luke was determined to take Y/N on a night drive. Some things, though, didn’t want to go according to his perfect plan. Warning: friends to lovers, fluff, mentioning of food

He Called Her a Fairy Summary: No matter how excited Luke was to go on tour, it was always too heartbreaking to say goodbye to Y/N. However, that parting was worth going through to meet again. Warning: hurt/comfort, angsty

Eyes Can Speak Too Summary: Being blinded by the feelings for each other, Luke and Y/N didn’t see the obvious things. Warning: friends to lovers, angst, trusting issues, a bit of cursing and mentioning of alcohol

Sweeter Than Honey Summary: Spending a simple evening with Y/N, Luke realised she was always his happy place. Warning: fluff

Baby Girl Summary: Even in Y/N’s darkest times, Luke was always there to guide her to the light. Warning: hurt/comfort, disordered eating

Why Won’t You Love Me Summary: Luke and Y/N broke up after a few months of dating so they could at least remain friends, but seemed like it didn’t ease the pain. Warning: angst, fluff, a bit of cursing and mentioning of alcohol

Never Doubt Me Summary: A date, it would seem, could not get any worse, but then Luke remembered a painful rumour he heard about Y/N. Warning: argument

No Longer Together Summary: Trying to move on from a breakup, Luke and Y/N found each other at the same room, playing “spin the bottle”. Warning: College!AU, angst, mention of alcohol and a breakup

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Ashton Irwin

Keep It Quiet ♡ Summary: Ashton and Y/N kept their relationship a secret for a while, but one interview made the things a little complicated. Warning: none

Give Me Attention Summary: Ashton and Y/N had been friends for a while. However, everything changed once she found out an unpleasant secret he thought to hide from her. Warning: angst, an intimate moment, a bit of cursing and mentioning of alcohol

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Michael Clifford

Don’t Be a Stranger Summary: The tour was over, and Michael and Y/N finally met again. Both were uncertain who they were to each other after months being apart. Warning: slight angst

Calum Hood

Ghost of You NEW Summary: It had been four months of silence between Calum and Y/N. Could she finally move on?  Warning: angst All Too Well Summary: It’s the first time ever when Calum and Y/N didn’t need to be apart, as they were going on tour together. However, things could never just be perfect, could they? Warning: angst, fluff, a bit of cursing

Strawberry Jam Summary: The winter holidays were simply the best for both Calum and Y/N, especially when a heating problem in their house occurred. Warning: fluff, friends to lovers

Password Is Your Birthday ♡♥︎ Summary: Y/N never doubted Calum’s loyalty, however, once controversial photos were leaked, their relationship was put to the test. Warning: angsty, mention of alcohol

Paris Broke My Heart Part 1 | Part 2 Summary: Calum knew he’d lose Y/N each time she’d start a new relationship, but that time it was different. She was leaving the country, maybe forever. Warning: 18+ (non-detailed smut), angst, fluff, friends to lovers, cursing and mentioning of alcohol

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[crazydadd0]

Hello sweet 🍬🍭cheeks may I have a request for Jason, bo, vincent, lester, michael, Thomas, Bubba, and brams with, S/O who really cares about them and has the character and attitude that is very suitable to be a wife. Not forgetting their sweet lips which always managed to make them kiss those lips AND ALSO SEXY.

You are free to ignore this request of mine. Plus I really like every story you make.

This sweet is just for you sweet cheeks 🍏🍎🍐🍊🍌🍉🍇🍓🫐🍈🍒🍑🥭🍍🥝🥨🧇🥞🍧🍨🍦🥧🧁🍰🎂🍮🍭🍬🍿🍫🍩🍪

LOVE YOU

Hhehehe! I like this idea! English is not my language.

Slasher with s/o who is fit for a wife and gives them lots of love.

Michael Myers

- I feel like at home?

- He hasn't felt love since he was in the institution.

-But having you by my side I feel this strange emotion called Love.

- Your sweet behavior will make his heart stop more than once.

-You made him dinner and waited for him? He won't admit it, but it made his heart weary.

- Hug him, ask for help with typically masculine things? I feel important and loved!

-He even started thinking about getting engaged to you.

-But he also loves when you kiss him sexually or not.

-The feeling of your lips on his body sends shivers down my spine.

-He also loves it when those sweet lips of yours do sinful things to him.

-Or moan his name like a prayer.

-God, why are you so perfect for him?" you make me feel more normal and loved.

Jason Voorhees

-I feel loved!

- You give him so much love and home warmth that his cold heart bursts with love and warmth.

- He will be such a cuddle for you that every stuffed animal hides.

-Your home warmth ignites family relations in it.

-Thought he would propose to you. his mom would like it.

- You're perfect for a wife.

-But your mouth.

-God melts as soon as your lips touch his skin.

-Always trembles when you kiss and touch him.

-Just looking at your lips makes me have sexual thoughts.

-When this happens, he runs away to the forest to calm down.

Brahms Heelshire

- You started as his babysitter so he already saw those domestic qualities in you.

-you were jealous of the doll. he wanted you to kiss him, not a doll!!!

-he loved your food, eyes, style, laundry, cleaning. everything about you and about you.

-Your love made him start a little but it helps you a little.

-Home wife, god loved it.

-But your lips and goodnight kisses.

-I'll tell you it jumped on something other than just one goodnight kiss.

Bubba

-You survived because you were perfect to take care of their home.

-Imagine how messy and muck there was.

-You've gone to work ever since.

-Bubba watched your actions from the sidelines and felt your heart beat every time you looked at him with a smile.

-You were cooking and Bubba was sure he was in love with you.

-He already knew you would be his wife.

-But when did you kiss him for the first time? God. he was in heaven.

-Your mouth drove him crazy.

-You turned him on and you didn't even do anything."

-He had to deal with the problem for a while. please leave him alone for now.

Thomas Hewitt

- whatever, but he knew you'd be the perfect wife.

-he knew it from the moment you helped Luddy May in the shop.

"But when did you start showing love to him?"

-It melted.

-Love for you grew involuntarily.

Your family already considered you a member of the family.

-But Thomas secretly thought you were the perfect wife for him.

- She'll tell you one evening.

-Do you want to excite him?

-kiss his hands, tell him how strong and beautiful he is.

-I don't promise you won't scream his name tonight.

Bo Sinclair

-At first he had a plan to take you to the basement in his workshop, but when you started talking to him with such love in your voice.

- He's held off for now.

He let you into the house and told you to stay there.

-He came back in the evening and was in complete shock to find the house tidy, dinner ready and you talking to Vincent.

-Can you feel jealous? maybe a little?

-But it passed quickly when you ran up to him, asked how his day was.

-Did you offer dinner, back massage, beer?

-God.

- You were perfect and you knew each other for one day.

-It took him a while to admit to himself that he loves you.

-Another plus about you is those plump lips.

-Bo loves to kiss, to see on his body.

-But he loves it best when they're wrapped around his cock.

Vincent Sinclair

-How did it come about in your home behavior?

-he himself don't know.

-It just kind of worked out.

You treated him normally

You didn't judge, you wanted to spend time with him.

- you kept it clean, you prepared the food.

-Even his brothers liked you.

-He fell in love with the feeling of your lips on his.

- He even noticed that he often painted them in different situations.

"When there's more going on between you two, she'll kiss you fervently."

-You have his lips on yours all the time

#jason voorhees #jason voorhees x reader #michael myers #jason voorhees x s/o #michael myers x reader #michael myers x s/o #brahms heelshire #slashers #brahms heelshire x you #bo sinclair x s/o #bo sinclair #vincent sinclair x s/o #vincent sinclair x reader #vincent sinclair #thomas hewitt x s/o #thomas hewitt x reader #thomas hewitt #bubba x so #bubba

[britany1997]

May I...request T4T David x male reader?

Okey my crossed out T4T joke aside, can I request a trans male reader x David?

Just something soft, I just want soft swooning David calling reader a handsome boy and good boy, I just mmmmm it would be soooooooooooooo good, like little dysphoria blues, helped with David calling reader a handsome fella ahhhhhhhhh that's all!!!!!

His Favorite Boy

Of course I can write this for you friend!!! Hope you love it🥰🥰🥰

David x Trans Masc Reader

Pre-read by my super cool guy friend @cryptic-michael :) happy pride month to all of my adopted brothers I adore you all💕

Warnings: transphobic parent, dysphoria, angst to fluff

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You stomped into your room, slamming the door shut and locking it as you crumpled onto your bed, your head in your hands.

You groaned, standing up to stare into your mirror. You ran your hand through your newly cut hair, before crossing your arms over your chest.

You knew in your heart that your mom loved you, that she surely meant well. But she never listened.

You heart clenched in your chest as you thought back to a few hours ago when you’d been grocery shopping together. It’d been a rare moment of peace for you, when she wasn’t trying to explain away who you were.

But it all came crashing down when you ran into one of her co-workers.

God you wished you could go back in time and tell yourself to run off, make up a flimsy excuse so you could have avoided what happened next.

Your mom had chatted with her co-worker a bit, before introducing you as her daughter.

But you weren’t. You weren’t her daughter. You weren’t a girl. You’d never been a girl. You were her son.

You stayed silent until you climbed into the car with her. You explained for the millionth time how her words made you feel, how it cut deeper than any knife that she couldn’t see you for who you were.

She rolled her eyes, insisting that you were making a big deal out of nothing.

But it wasn’t nothing. It was everything. You knew she’d be upset if you started calling her your dad. You were a boy and she knew that. Her ignorance, her refusal to understand, it tore you up inside.

While you fell deeper into your own thoughts, you heard a tapping at your window.

Your frown turned up into a smile as you shook your head, prying open the window for your boyfriend.

“I’ve got a front door you know,” you reminded him.

“Yeah well I’ve got a mirror,” David shot back.

Your brow furrowed in confusion.

“Oh sorry,” he smirked, “I thought we were naming things we’d never use.”

You smiled at his joke but he could tell it was strained.

“What’s wrong babe?” he asked, “usually you can’t resist my wit and devilish charms.”

You snorted at his attempt to cheer you up, but you still weren’t feeling like yourself. You faked a smile as your arms wrapped around your chest, hugging yourself.

David came to your side, concern spread all over his face. “Hey, sweet boy, what’s wrong?” he whispered as his hands slid over yours, holding you against him.

Your heart leapt in your chest at his words. You breathed a sigh before turning your head towards him till the two of you were practically nose to nose.

“I don’t really…” you paused, “I don’t want to talk about it, can you just…look?”

David knew what you meant. He nodded as he combed through your memories, searching for the cause of your pained mood.

When he came across the scene from earlier, David cringed. He moved the two of you back to your bed until you were sitting in his lap. His hand moved up and down on your back, attempting to comfort you.

After awhile David finally broke the silence, “your mom’s a dick.”

Your eyes widened, “what?”

“You heard me. Your mom’s a dick. And blind too.”

David placed a finger under your chin and tilted your face up so he could look into your eyes.

“You. Are. A. Boy.” he told you, punctuating each word.

“And a handsome one at that,” he smiled as a red flush found its way onto your cheeks.

“You’re my boyfriend, my perfect, good, boy.” he reassured you.

“I love you for who you are, for who you’ve always been,” he caressed your cheek, “I’m happy to remind your mother that she has a son. A smart, kind, and dangerously attractive son, who she should be proud of.”

You couldn’t stop tears from rolling down your cheeks as he praised you for who you were.

David kissed your forehead softly, brushing hair away from your face. “Look so good with this new haircut too.”

You beamed, “you noticed?”

David scoffed dramatically, “of course I did! I’m completely obsessed with you handsome,” he smirked, “if you didn’t know.”

You blushed once more, “thank you.”

David sighed, taking your hand in his and rubbing the pad of his thumb across the back of it. “You’ll never need to thank me for that.”

He kissed your cheek, “now let’s go have a quick conversation with your mom,” you watched as his eyes flashed yellow.

You rolled your eyes affectionately, confident he’d always have your back, “no dropping fang, I mean it.”

David draped a hand across his forehead melodramatically as he sighed, “fine, but only for you my sweet boy.”

He took your hand in his as you descended the stairs together.

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[ingravinoveritas]

David and Michael get lots of acclaim and heart eye emojis for being adorably cute and proud and lovely and OOP! And as if by magic… #dontforgetaboutus

Oh, boy. Well, I was tagged in several posts about this and had it sent to me by several people, and it's just...going back to what I mentioned the other day about predictability, here is another perfect example of exactly that.

This seems to be a callback to Georgia referring to AL as "#mywife", and in both cases, the "flirting" between Georgia and AL feels very forced and disingenuous. I would say this is especially true of today's post, as it comes right on the heels of that photo of Michael and David on press night and how it has subsequently been overwhelming the social media chatter.

The problem here is that Anna's caption makes absolutely no sense at all. As it is worded, it makes it sound like Georgia has two husbands (if she has a first husband, then logically that would seem to mean she has a second one). So is Anna calling herself a husband? It seems like this is yet another attempt at her and Georgia trying to be like Michael and David, and once again, it falls completely flat. All of this is riffing on Georgia calling Michael David's "other wife," but that was never something Anna was originally part of--she never called Michael David's "other wife" or was included in any of the banter/exchanges between Michael and Georgia, and certainly not in anything involving David.

So the fact that people are now describing this as a "polycule" is sort of mind-boggling to me, because while calling Michael "other wife" was rooted in the unavoidable chemistry and powerful connection between Michael and David (on and off screen), in reality there is nothing to suggest Georgia or Anna are attracted to or even like each other as genuine friends beyond a superficial, surface level. And while many fans on Twitter are up in arms about people shipping Michael and David (who were just photographed actually looking into each other's eyes), it somehow is completely acceptable for people to tweet/comment about Georgia and AL "making out," asking if Georgia "can fight," and so on.

That all being said, what's really interesting to me is what Anna and Georgia haven't posted, which is any sort of personal pictures. The pictures AL re-shared from Georgia are production stills (rather than a picture with David backstage, for instance), and she also did not post a picture of her and Michael, which she did do when they went to see David in Good in October of last year:

There has also noticeably not been a personal picture posted of Georgia and Anna, and even more notably, no picture of Michael and David from last night. For me this calls to mind the recent blurry photo that AL posted, and the fact that it appeared to have been a sneaked photo that was taken without Michael or David's knowledge (which would explain Michael looking so caught off-guard/alarmed and David not even looking in AL's direction).

Thinking about the warmth and adoration on Michael and David's faces in the theatre photo, it seems like last night was very much "their" night, and so I do wonder if Anna--much to her chagrin, no doubt--was strictly told not to take any photos for the sake of Michael and David's privacy.

Whatever the case may be, it is definitely tiring to see this predictable pattern of behavior from Georgia and AL. I think what folks are missing is that whether Michael and David are together romantically or not, they do not care what people think of their friendship/relationship, because it is for them, not for anyone else. But Georgia and Anna seem to want people to think that they are close, and have created this "flirtation" for the purpose of public consumption and furthering a narrative.

So yes, those are my thoughts on the new Insta stories from Georgia/AL. Glad as always to hear from my followers on what you all think of these latest developments. Thank you both for writing in! x

#taraiha #rainbowposes #reply post #michael sheen #welsh seduction machine #david tennant #soft scottish hipster gigolo #georgia tennant #again if this was a one time thing i wouldn't even say anything #but the fact that it keeps happening is...yeah #the patterns are patterning #she also keeps 'joking' about leaving Michael #and usually someone doesn't do that if they are happy in a relationship #but what's the old saying: when someone shows you who they are believe them the first time #TL;DR: Michael and David are pure cane sugar and Georgia/AL are aspartame #so much cringe #relationships #anna lundberg #discourse

[nanomooselet]

My Brother's Keeper (II)

As in every version of the story, Vash only plays the fool. He is not one. Oblivious, hapless and harmless are always masks he wears. From beneath them, he susses out what Wolfwood is pretty much immediately.

Not that it was hard. The man's barely trying. And really, three days into the trip to July and a guy carrying a cross from Nai's freaky book suddenly shows up, walks off the trailer slamming into him, tries to separate Vash from the reporters, lectures him about killing to survive, makes just-kidding-or-am-I remarks about being an assassin, then finally reveals he's actually carrying an absurdly overpowered laser-cross-gun before inviting himself along for their quote-unquote "protection". Nevertheless he sticks almost exclusively by Vash, who is by a very, very, very wide margin the least in need of protection among them.

Just in this scene his lighter has the Eye of Michael sigil on it and judging by the heap of butts, after picking tunnels for everyone to search (including one for him) he stayed right where he was and chain-smoked until Vash returned. Not too long afterwards Roberto abruptly and mysteriously vanishes, and Wolfwood tries to convince Vash the reporters must be dead. …Yeah, I guess that counts as subtle for someone who named himself Millions Knives, but c'mon. Knives thinks his stupid brother won't come to his party unless he's dragged there. Vash has a chaperone now whether he wants one or not.

If I were in Vash's situation I'd be quite annoyed. For fuck's sake, he's an adult. He's been one for over a century. He doesn't need a damn babysitter. And what kind of idiot sends an assassin to do that job?

Except... Knives somehow made the perfect choice in Nick.

Wolfwood's cynical rhetoric has no effect whatsoever on Vash's ideals and he's hardly any more effective at keeping Vash safe. Simply because Wolfwood's there, Zazie and Legato between them find excuses to endanger Vash, which is par for the course when Knives tries to "protect" him. No, what makes Wolfwood the best man for the job is something that may well have happened in spite of Knives, and it's this.

Regardless of his real age, at heart Nick is a kind but wounded boy who's only trying to protect his beloved family, especially his crybaby brother. He kills because he doesn't think there's any choice - he's ultimately a victim of indifferent circumstance. In a way, an innocent.

In Wolfwood Knives gave Vash everything Vash wants to believe is true of Knives himself. With all his heart, Vash wants his brother's cruelty and manipulation to be just... just some wildly misguided but sincere attempt to save the Plants, because he doesn't believe there can be any other way - but he'd be open to an alternative. Nai really does love Vash, just like Vash truly does love Nai, and Rem loved them both. His brother can't be a monster.

If he's smart and kind and strong and brave enough, if he can just overcome his fear, Vash is sure that he can help. He'd convince Nai that humanity doesn't have to die, it's just ignorance and crashing on this barren planet that made everyone's hearts so barren while they struggled to survive. They, the twins, can take responsibility for what they did and help Plants and humans to help each other. If they could do it together...

He could love his brother without it being so fucking painful. They could love each other without every encounter they have leaving more helpless people dead, more scars on Vash. From all that he's lost, he could salvage this one thing. He'd be so content with that. He's survived on much less. He ran before, but he'd stay this time, and for good. Neither of them would be alone. They'd have time.

On top of that, Vash needs to help people - it's what keeps him alive, and it makes him happy. Wolfwood needs someone who'll treat him like he's a person rather than a weapon, to remember that he doesn't have to be the Punisher. That's what keeps him alive. There's still a place for him in the world, even for what he's become.

If Vash can convince Wolfwood, his brother's agent, to accept that place... if he can help him... maybe he could do the same for his brother. Just as Luida did for Vash himself.

And Wolfwood does a damn good job playing the part without even knowing that's what he's doing. Well, he knows he's protecting Vash, but all it's in how he does it.

JPN: You only get one life. You have to fight for it, no matter who you hurt in the process. There's no other way to survive.

ENG: You only get one life, y'know? Self-sacrifice might satisfy the ego, but don't throw your life away. Survival's everything.

This is advice you'd get from a brother. If one must die so another can live, I'd rather you live - so make sure of it. Dumbass. (It's also the final request Rem made of the twins: I want you two to survive./Try your very best to survive for me.) Maybe phrased bluntly and a bit abrasive, but not… insane. No weird sermons about crusades and fire from the sky, no verbal abuse or put-downs, no blame, no hurt. What's more, while Wolfwood does try to convince Vash to leave the reporters for dead, when Vash goes back for them Wolfwood bitches all the way but goes with him. He slices open the Grand Worm for them (though I think also to annoy Zazie). And after that, he clinches it by, of all things, trying to get Meryl to eat bugs.

You're not going so survive like that. Come on!/Are any of you freaks interested in survival? Come on! Open wide!

(This is totally irrelevant, but their stupid bickering in the background in the English dub is hilarious. Nick straight up says "I'm helping!" and adds something about how short Meryl is. Meryl starts protesting that she's a "perfectly average-sized woman." I bet they were unbearable in the truck.)

Nai was always dismissive of, if not outright nasty about, Vash enjoying food he doesn't need. Nick gets it. Consuming food gives physical nourishment, and Plants don't need that to survive. But it's also togetherness, shared joy. Those are things both Plants and humans need, so it's not a 'waste'. We're more than merely serving a material purpose or function, even one that's self-declared. Even as Plants.

No matter how heavy a cross you carry, you still deserve to eat. You still deserve to laugh./Heh, no matter how heavy the cross is you carry, you deserve food. And to laugh.

Vash needed to hear that, or something like it. It's the kind of thing Rem used to say, the kind of thing Luida told him. (It's about everyone getting a share.) Meryl, though she cares for him, doesn't yet know how to break through Vash's rumination.

Nick's being a jackass older brother by happenstance, because he's letting down his guard. It's who he really is: kind of a silly kid who cares deeply about people and shows it by goofing off and pushing their buttons until they want to fucking kill him. But Vash would so relieved to have a brother who's just annoying about how much he cares. Who still cares enough to listen to his opinions, and to compromise when they disagree; who doesn't loathe the person Vash is because it's not what he thinks Vash should be. So Vash eats what Wolfwood offers, despite Roberto's warnings, extending his trust. Wolfwoof takes that in the spirit it was intended, a little shocked. Despite himself (and despite Zazie), he and Vash are genuine friends from this moment onward.

Also Nick is having a ball bugging the shit out of Meryl. She's like three feet tall and so easy to piss off! Maybe if he tries hard enough he can make her head explode. Irritating the little sister mode: activate.

That doesn't mean everything's love and peace, though.

Wolfwood's work isn't over yet. I think he's relieved Vash extended his trust both because, despite himself, Nick likes this dude (and that must have been an interesting realisation to come to about his sadistic boss's fluffy wuffy cotton ball of a twin brother) and because it makes his job easier. But now he's emotionally invested. He shouldn't be. He can't be. Zazie reminded him why, can see it in [his] eyes. The last person who cared like this was Livio.

Again, Vash isn't stupid. He does care about Nick as a person, not a surrogate Nai, just as he cares about everyone; it's why he's so easy to love and so, so many people have come to love him. (Precious darling boy.) Nevertheless, there are gaps between what Vash needs from Nick and what Nick is capable of giving. And there's one huge glaring difference between Wolfwood and Knives.

That difference meant the hope Vash came to have about confronting Knives in July was misplaced. He just couldn't have known until it was too late.

Part I

Part III

Part IV

Part V

Part VI

Part VII

#trigun stampede #tristampparty #trigun meta #nicholas d. wolfwood #millions knives #vash the stampede #wolfwood's refusal to employ any skill at clandestine operations fucking cracks me up #it's like he's trying to get fired or discharged but he was abducted by a death cult #so he's just incompetent on purpose because fuck all ya'll #what are they going to do. fire him? torture him? shoot him? #bad news about all that stuff guys #meta: my brother's keeper

[aziraphales-library]

Hi do you have any love triangles with Aziraphale in the middle?

Here are some fics that involve a bit of a love triange scenario...

You and only you. And oh yeah him, too. by AnnaTheHank (E)

Aziraphale figured that things between him and Gabriel were done after the trials. But clearly Gabriel thought otherwise. Aziraphale has to come to terms with the fact that he has feelings for both Crowley and Gabriel, and that there may be a way to get all that he wants.

Scam Boyfriend by ElderlySardine (E)

Crowley has loved Aziraphale for as long as he can remember - since they were small boys in short trousers, walking to primary school together in sleepy Tadfield. And Aziraphale loves him, too - they are still the best of friends, even 44 years later. And if Crowley secretly wishes that they could be more than friends... well, that's his problem, and he's dealing with it. He loves things just the way they are. But then the unthinkable happens, and a new love interest enters Aziraphale's life. And as if that wasn't bad enough, Crowley soon begins to fear that Gabriel may not be all he seems...

On The Side by FeralTuxedo (E)

Aziraphale is far too pure of heart to be anybody’s bit on the side. Or so Crowley thinks. But when his friend starts seeing walking red flag Jim, with his dodgy smiles and mysterious past, Crowley does everything he can to protect Aziraphale from disaster. His own heart might just end up being collateral damage.

Love, Syncopation, and Other Key Elements of Jazz by feathereddino (T)

The jazz duo of A.J. and Fell are an unstoppable force well into their mid-twenties, but when Crowley's illness causes the pair to step back from the spotlight, an enterprising music manager scoops up Aziraphale's career. Dazzled, Aziraphale will abandon all of his former life to be Gabriel's perfect star but lose himself and his happiness along the way. It would take a very steady and forgiving heart for someone to love him through it all... (An ode to that ridiculous hat that Michael Sheen wears... seriously, that's where this came from.)

come on darling, let's be lovers by shoebox_addict (E)

“I love the waistcoat.” The man beamed at him. “Thank you. I know it’s a rather old-fashioned style, but it makes me feel put together for the day.” “Makes you look put together, too,” said Crowley, and nearly bit his own tongue. “I mean, that is...you always look very nice.” Now it was definitely not his imagination; the man’s eyes were practically twinkling.

It Was Always You by mltrefry (T)

A chance encounter during one of the worst times of Ezra Fell’s life reunites him with his once best friend and the one who got away. Though, that would imply he ever had him in the first place. Anthony Crowley and his son, Warlock, relocate to the quieter city of Tadfield from that of London. In the process, manages to find again that one person who always made him feel less alone, the one person he was pretty sure he was never going to speak to again. But the road to true love never did run smooth (something that’s been true from their very beginning). Despite the easy way they fall back into each other, their lives don't seem to follow suit, and if it's not one challenge its another. But despite everything they find themselves facing down, the ten years without each other taught them one thing: they’re better together than they are apart.

- Mod D

#good omens #ineffable husbands #aziraphale/gabriel #love triangle #human au #adult omens #mod d

[vrmxlho]

SEASON OF LOVE - LOVE FLOWERS

pairing: kaiser x gn! reader

day 0 ← masterlist → day 2

he stood in the flower shop. a stranger in a strange land. michael kaiser had never bought flowers for a partner before; it felt strange and unfamiliar. looking around, unsure of what to do, he felt like an intruder. like he wasn't supposed to be there. like he didn't belong.

he felt the eyes of the shopkeeper upon him, judging him, and he felt a sudden wave of anxiety veil over his being.

it was the time of year when the flowers were in full bloom. the air was filled with the sweet scent of roses, and the streets were lined with colourful bouquets of daisies and lilies. he felt it was his duty to buy you flowers since having first heard your fondness for the delicate bloom. so why did it feel disingenuous to be standing here in middle of all the beautifully cut and arranged flowers in pretty pots waiting to be taken home to you?

"how may i help you sir?"

it was the same shopkeeper who had been inspecting him with a look of disgust or disapproval. which one it was, kaiser didn't know. but he didn't really care

"yes actually. i'm looking for flowers to get for my partner."

"a partner...so what are their favourite flowers?"

"i'm not entirely sure."

"you're not sure." he sounded so utterly disinterested it almost offended kaiser. "favourite colour perhaps?"

it finally struck him. he didn't deserve to be your romantic partner at all. he had no idea how to make a romantic gesture, how to express his feelings in a way that would be meaningful to his beloved. kaiser felt like a clumsy child, unable to speak matters of heart. but then again, even children knew their crush's favourite colour.

"see, we don't really talk about that..."

"it really isn't my place to comment...but, perhaps seek out a relationship therapist rather than just buying flowers as an apology."

how dare he? kaiser didn't need some stupid flower shop to get flowers. he didn't need this treatment. he didn't deserve it.

"as you said, it's not your place to comment."

kaiser still felt unfamiliar and like an intruder, the only difference was that he didn't care to fit in anymore. so he left. the only problem that now remained was getting you those flowers.

it wasn't long before he found himself in front of a gaping meadow. the meadow was a vision of beauty, a tapestry of colour and texture, a dreamscape of wildflowers. while the sun shone down from a cloudless sky, the air was alive with the scent of spring and kaiser felt like he was about to drift away. the grass was a lush, vibrant green, and the flowers were a riot of pinks and purples, yellows and blues. a breathtaking harmony of nature's bounty.

perfect for you.

the figure of a man, moved slowly through the meadow, his gaze intent on the flowers that surrounded him. he was picking them, one by one, carefully selecting the most beautiful blooms and holding them in his hand gently. he imagined how you would react. a bright smile for sure, he couldn't wait for that smile. like a ray of sunshine, illuminating the room with its warmth and beauty.

in fact, when he gave you those same flowers, some with their roots still sticking out, dirt under his nails, you smiled. oh you smiled so so brightly, if the sun was still out your smile would've been a fair competitor.

"for me?"

"who else?" he said sheepishly, holding the flowers out to you while looking away. it was quite unnatural for you to see him like this, but you didn't mind really.

"why would you pick them yourself? there are are flower shops for a reason..."

"i didn't like any of the flower arrangements there."

"oh yeah? so what makes your flower arrangement better." you teased. you knew he hadn't thought that hard about it but you were curious to see what he'd come up with on the spot.

"the smoothness of the petals remind me of your soft skin, under my touch–"

"is that so?" you couldn't help giggling, he looked so passionate about it, it felt unreal.

"shh i have more to say. the sweet fragrance of the blooms reminds me of your sweet smiles." he was getting closer to you now, pulling you in by the waist. he didn't even have to whisper for you to hear him.

"shut up." your body shaking with laughter, you could feel a blush burning your cheeks.

"i was reminded of the way you laugh, your head thrown back and eyes sparkling with joy, when i saw the way the petals seemed to dance in the breeze."

he leaned in, lips brushing against yours in a series of small kisses. you giggled, eyes twinkling with delight just as he had said, and you couldn't help but smile. you stayed like that for a moment, lips barely touching, and then you both burst into laughter.

the air was filled with a playful energy, and you were glad you had him with you here, close and warm. you stayed like that for what seemed like an eternity, bodies intertwined in a passionate embrace, and you knew that you had found your home.

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My condolences for the containment breach I get how having thousands of ppl say the same joke over and over in the notes of your genuine analysis post can get annoying 😭 😭😭😭 I’m extremely down to hear more about the differences between the ninth and tenth doctors if you have any other insights you want to share though!!! I’ve been turning your post over and over in my brain like a rotisserie chicken ever since I read it it’s so good

omg thank you for your condolences...it really is the containment breach of all time...let me think!! I have a MAJOR tenth doctor video essay I may or may not make so here are the cliff notes:

-To begin. Anne Carson wrote that to live beyond the end of your myth is a perilous thing.

-in many ways, the 10th Doctor is cursed from his inception b/c he is born at the end of the Doctor and Rose's romantic arc (from a certain point of view) AND YET he is born sheerly out of love for her / to love her

-(we all know the fanon--or is it canon?--idea that Ten's face was subconciously selected to be one that Rose would like, and he's gone for her from the beginning...hello, The Christmas Invasion.)

-all that said, by the time The Parting of the Ways occurs, Rose and Nine have completed a full narrative arc:

-Nine whisked Rose away from the life of boredom and sheltered drudgery she experienced on the estate; she brought life back into the eyes of a hardened war veteran/The Last of the Time Lords

-more importantly, they complete a kind of mutualistic ultimate sacrifice (in a Shakesperian sense?) wherein Rose 'becomes' the Doctor by absorbing the literal heart of the TARDIS (we don't have time to get into that) and erasing the Daleks into dust, finishing the last of the Time War AND saving the Doctor's life

-he immediately returns the favor, absorbing the energy that's destroying her with a kiss (let it be known--the ONLY kiss between the Doctor and Rose Tyler proper--neither Tentoo or Cassandra really count imo), returning her to humanity, life, and safety

-all that said, Nine dies both saving AND being saved by Rose in a kind of unrivaled (?) parity between Doctor and companion. it's perfect synthesis.

-THEN 10 is born. uh-oh.

It is here that I would like to quote Michael Kinnucan's fabulous essay 'The Gods Show Up' on Greek tragedies:

The tragic hero is complete. You can call him unhappy (miserable, utterly broken) even before he is dead. For an instant he is something like divine. And then he dies, because there’s nothing left to do. The center of every tragedy is the image of a human being who has already died but keeps talking, someone whose face is a mask.

I think one of the most fascinating 10 v. 9 moments is that one scene that got cut where Rose says "I miss him." and the Doctor replies "Me too."

As many people in the notes of that original post point out (god help me) 10 is ALSO born IMMEDIATELY into heartbreak--whatever vestigal version of Nine lives inside him died with the despair of losing Rose

-TEN is the man that went sauntering away. perhaps that's part of why Ten is so terrified of/resentful towards regeneration. I think he's lived precisely the worst cost of it.

-The notion of 'talking after death' and 'wearing a face that's a mask' is a existentialist take on regeneration itself--ten EPITOMIZES this tragic hero archetype, esp. after Doomsday (literally! Doomsday!!)

-during his life, I wonder if Nine already considers himself lost in a sense? He's lived past the Time War, past the destruction of everything, and he's also the first NuWho Doctor. HIS ability to indulge in love (even in mortality, given his short lifespan) is different.

-TEN on the other hand has that INCREDIBLY frightening (for him) confrontation with Sarah Jane in School Reunion--knitting him back into canon continuum of Doctor Who, stitching him to the myth of The Doctor that has to live on and on and on in perpetuity--and seems VERY haunted by (im)mortality

-How much time does Ten spend running from Jack? A human being who CAN follow him to the end of time? Ten can't decide if he wants to be mortal or immortal, human or Time Lord. Think of the way he acts with Martha, with Wilf, with Donna. He is totally frozen inside of the space of his seasons. He has time paralysis (fatal, for a Time Lord)

-he is the first doctor that we see reallllly try to stave off regeneration

-That's why there's a certain frantic escapism to his adventures with Rose in S2--he knows, more than she does, that they are hurtling toward's disaster.

-he can't love Rose in a consumate way, even if he wanted to (he wants to) b/c he's trapped inside of his myth. he's like sisyphus. or that guy getting his liver ripped out by the eagle. Nine and Rose are lines that can cross. Ten and Rose are parallel lines. if they touch, the universe dissolves. hence why the narrative/God/Russel T. Davies had to lock her away in another universe

anways!

Ten once canonically carved a statue of Rose by hand with every inch of her body absolutely perfect, from memory, and I think that's crazy

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