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beiasluv · 6 months

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tis the dilf season | j. button (22)

a/n: ignore the timeline cuz it’s a mess (I actually tried to do the maths) enjoyy 🤭

yourinsta

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yourinsta and the summer break begins! thank you everybody for this amazing season, it has been an honor to work as your engineer this season and looking forward to the next!

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jensonbutton ❤️

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aussiegrit buy jenson some sunscreen, please.

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yourinsta wdym you guys won’t play mermaids with us??? 👎

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jensonbutton I deeply apologise. dinner, my treat.

yourinsta deal 😊🫶

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jensonbutton: what is a 0.5? also, garage in 10 minutes, darling.

: it’s a secret 🤭

: okieee

jensonbutton: quickly then ♥️

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f1gossips yn ln was seen entering the paddock and completing her track walk for the mclaren team grand prix this weekend. jenson button not spotted near or anywhere today.

admin, reported.

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username miss gurl came straight back from summer break to work, grind that grind gurl.

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username THE ENGINEER IS BACK IN DA HOUSE

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jensonbutton it’s great to be back on the grid. (and to be working with my favourite engineer again. ♥️) yourinsta

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yourinsta thank you, mr. button ✌️

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yourinsta happy birthday to my (second) favorite news reporter and some driver I guess 🤭 aussiegrit !!

thanks for taking care of my brit! have fun in the retirement gang, hope to see you soon!

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aussiegrit cheers! 😁

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username Exactlyyy. it has been the longest running joke that mark’s the third wheel. why are y’all getting mad for nothing 🤷‍♀️

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jensonbutton pretty sure it was her idea.. (love you ♥️)

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yourinsta it was mark’s 😔✊

jensonbutton you’re kidding, darling

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username I’ll take him any day GURLL 🤭

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yourinsta race dump, and you’re welcome for the surprise guest this weekend 😚

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username EVERYONE SAY THANK YOU MISS GURL

okay…I started simping for him because of a tiktok edit 🤷‍♀️

like, reblog, COMMENTT if you liked it 😚 if not, then why not?

today’s a great day to take care of yourself!!

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look-at-the-soul · 1 month

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Endless love

(Modern) Tommy Shelby x reader

✨ I wrote this for @justrainandcoffee Alfieversary! My dearest Flor who knew fanfiction and Peaky Blinders would cross our paths! Thank you for always being so kind and generous-and talented!-, becoming mutuals here for a short time and somehow it feels as if we knew each other in person. Cheers to many, many more Alfieversaries!

Summary: Y/N is “forced” to leave her husband and baby for the weekend, so join Tommy to sort parenthood by himself for a couple of days. How will he deal with everything? Including a fussy baby.

Word count: 2.5K

A/N: we know I try to make moodboards right? 🤭

“Okay, erm so there’s milk storage enough.” Y/N mumbled, taking one more look around the bedroom. “Emma’s nappies are in the first drawer, keep her bunny close to-“

“Her face, I know.” Tommy produced a small chuckle, trying hard not to roll his eyes as he had already heard his wife’s instructions for almost a week. “Love, just leave that there, take a deep breath and have a margarita for me, we’ll be fine.”

Looking down at his six-month old he found her big beautiful eyes staring at him.

Y/N blinked nervously, this was the first trip away from Emma, it’s was a natural thing to be nervous.

“I can’t drink a margarita, remember?” She pointed at her breasts for a clearer message. Although she really wanted one.

This was actually her first real going out in a long time, somehow her life had been turned upside down full of baby trips to the doctor’s appointments, quick trips to get the groceries, restless nights of feedings. Thats why when Tommy insisted she should make the trip with Rose and the girls, she thought it would be a good idea to have a little time to herself.

But suddenly, her phone started ringing and loads of messages arrived simultaneously.

“Are you su-“

Tommy cut his wife’s words. “Yes, now go before Rose comes up to take you.”

Y/N gave Tommy a worried look, she couldn’t help it.

“Say goodbye to mama,” he waved Emma’s little hand. “Buh-bye mam!” He imitated a childish voice.

Y/N felt her heart clenching inside her chest when she kissed her daughter’s chubby cheeks.

“If you need anything just call and I’ll be back.” She rushed to say before kissing Tommy’s lips. Stepping out of their home, she blew them a kiss.

Tommy finally felt confident enough to release the air he had been holding. He was beyond nervous for not having his wife around whilst taking care of their baby, he was actually panicking to do anything wrong.

As Tommy closed the door he saw Emma’s lip quiver and a second later, she let out a big cry.

“Oh no, no darling don’t cry.” Tommy tried to soothe her. Small legs kicking with such force that made him think of a small tornado. “It’s alright, mama will be back in a couple of days…” he mumbled tried to get his daughter to settle.

His phone started buzzing in his pocket, he tried to rock Emma, but her cries became louder. Pressing the green button so fast that he didn’t look at the name on the screen.

“‘Lo?”

“Is Emma alright? I heard her crying.”

Tommy gasped. “Yes, of course, it’s the television… there’s a baby crying.” He lied.

He noticed Y/N’s hesitation so he rushed to assure her everything was fine and encouraged her to have a great time with her friends. Then, Tommy searched the channel with calm music Y/N used to rock Emma to sleep, in an attempt to settle his baby.

“How can a little thing like you cry so loud?” Tommy sighed defeated. He was one step from giving up. “I don’t know how your mama does it.”

He had tried everything, absolutely everything. And nothing seemed to work.

Was his baby sick? Hurting?

“What is it baby girl?” He wiped away the tears from her eyes, long lashes wet, chubby cheeks red from the intensity of her cries.

A sudden flashback appeared on his mind and with long strides, he walked into their bedroom hoping to find Emma’s bunny in its place. It had been a birth gift by Rose, and his daughter didn’t seem to like anything else.

“Look… here’s your bunny.” He tried tickling her cheeks. “And let’s take Mummy’s blanket alright?”

Tommy felt on the brick of desperation, was he really a useless father? One who couldn’t make his daughter stop crying?

His heart was aching.

Tommy wondered how would they survive for the entire weekend without Y/N. He started seriously doubting his parental skills in that moment.

Wrapping his baby in Y/N’s blanket seemed to bring some comfort for his baby. Groaning he covered his face with one of the thin cloths they used to go outside, it was small piece that only covered his features partially but then he heard a small giggle and a raspberry from Emma.

Startled, he removed the sheet from his face and looked down at what was making her giggle.

“You liked your silly daddy?” He asked mimicking a ridiculous voice.

He tried the trick once more.

And to his surprise, Emma giggled again, there was a bit of droll on her chin, big blue eyes sparkling just for him.

“You like Mr. Napkin?!” He asked in disbelief. “Yes you do!”

Getting up, he got a larger napkin from the kitchen and after covering his face again, but he added his glasses.

“Mr. Napkin needs help to see.” He repeated what it seemed like the best acting performance ever. “Oh! I see a beautiful happy little girl.” He turned to face his baby laying in one of his arms.

Emma laughed uncontrollably and kicked her legs happily.

“You know what? Mr. Napkin needs a smoke.” He announced, producing a cigarette from its case. But once he added it to his performance, he noticed a small pout. “Oh no, no… that’s a bad habit, don’t do it.”

Once he got his little girl to settle again, he sighed relieved when he saw the big yawn she offered.

“Mr. Napkin would like a nap too.”

But before he could close his eyes, his phone started ringing and the sound woke his daughter up.

“Shit. Alfie what do you want?”

“Just making sure you’re in one piece still… heard the Misus are having the time of their lives.” Alfie announced.

“I know you’re miserable when Rose is away, but I’m busy here mate.”

“That’s exactly why I was calling, to offer some child support.”

Tommy snorted. “Alfie the last thing I want is you taking care of my daughter.”

Alfie didn’t took that personally, he knew as a matter of fact that he had the opposite effect in Tommy’s daughter. “When will you finally admit your daughter likes me?”

“She likes pulling at you beard and your dog.”

“Look we both know you’re going to make the girls come back earlier from their trip and the least thing I need is having Rosie mad at me at your fault, so meet me and Cyril at the beach.”

“That sounds like an awful idea.”

“See ya.”

The actual plan worked like wonders, Emma was thrilled to spend time with Cyril, because being honest, he got all protective over Emma, and despite his size he acted like a cotton ball, bringing her sticks. But Tommy wasn’t going to admit that out loud.

Of course Alfie teased him endlessly for acting over protective towards the baby just because he made sure his daughter wouldn’t suffer damage from the sun. Or any kind of damage for that matter.

“What are cha gonna do when your little pumpkin starts messing around with boys and-“

Tommy gave him a death stare.

“Wha? You can’t keep her locked mate…” Alfie pointed out as the girl grabbed some sand in her small fist.

“That’s not going to happen.” Tommy answered with a clenched jaw.

Just the mere thought of it, made his insides twist.

And to Alfie, to have the chance to tease Tommy it was like the cherry on top, it was something he wasn’t going to let it pass.

By the time they went back to their apartment, Emma was sound asleep in the back seat.

After changing his baby girl into a pajama set, Tommy walked around the place to set the alarm and taking the remote, he turned off the lights.

To his surprise, he got a message from his wife.

Missing you both like crazy! xx

We missed you too, Emma was thrilled to take a little trip to the beach xx - he replied.

Almost immediately, his phone started ringing and the photo of his wife holding their baby appeared on the screen.

“I know I said I wasn’t going to disturb you, but…” her sweet voice made him smile.

“‘S alright, I was just getting ready to sleep.”

“But it’s still early.” Y/N pointed out turning around to look the hour.

“I am exhausted.” He dragged the words.

Turning the call into video, Y/N noticed the bags under his eyes. The dim light cascading over his cheekbones.

“Looks like someone’s having the time of her life.” He complimented.

“We had a massage and I ordered a virgin cocktail.”

Tommy shook his head. “No booze? What’s the fun in that?”

“Stop temping me.” Y/N pouted. “I’ll let you’ve some rest, tomorrow it’s going to be a long day.”

Tommy yawned and wished his wife a good night.

****

A babbling sound make him open his eyes asTommy tried to fix his blurred vision.

Groaning, he got up. “Morning, sunshine.” He kissed the top of her head as he pulled her against his chest and went back to bed.

Instinctively, Emma started nibbling his nipple.

“Oh sweetie, you won’t find anything there.” Tommy explained with a chuckle.

But Emma wasn’t in the mood and a round of loud cries started right away.

“I get it, the milk provider is moving right away, give me a sec.” He got up and carried his baby towards the kitchen, to prepare the bottle for her. A few minutes later, Emma was sucking happily.

“Such a drama queen eh?” He stared at her soft features. Wondering what life had in store for her. “What do you wanna do today? We can go to the park, or the pub bet your uncles would love to see you.” He proposed as his baby was focused on her milk. That way he could get some help because everyone in his family adored his daughter.

Despite his wealth, Y/N refused hiring a nanny. She was adamant to be in charge of everything related to their daughter. And being completely honest with himself, he was grateful for being able to spend quality time with his first born, Y/N deserved all the credit for that, she helped him feel comfortable by giving his daughter a warm bath and helping as much as he could, being a present father.

She had already threatened him to include a hairstyle masterclass so he could learn to do braids and pigtails.

After a quick bath for him and another one for his daughter. He felt proud of managing to put an asthetic outfit for Emma, he actually went safe with clear colors God forbid that one time he changed her into a set that didn’t match, Y/N scolded and teased him endlessly. As Tommy was looking in one of the drawers for a clean sheet so he could place his baby on the floor, he found a small box where Y/N kept a bunch of things she said that were useless but you might need some day. The thought made him chuckle, but a sharp movement opened the lid and its content fell to the floor.

That’s when he saw something that caught his attention.

A playful smile spread on his lips and he rushed to the living room to set everything.

It took him a while to carry on with his idea, but once he was finished, he stood there proudly to admire his creation, the smile on his daughter’s face told him he did a good job. Oh, the things he’d do for that little Miss Sunshine. She had him wrapped around her little finger.

Snapping a photo, he pressed a few buttons to send it to his wife.

“What is that?!” Y/N asked raising her voice, excitement was evident.

Tommy’s chest expanded proudly as he looked at his mini-me in awe. “She’s being giggling nonstop.”

“This is the best idea ever!” Y/N sounded surprised, so he was still able to be one step ahead.

“Cheapest trick to keep her busy.” Tommy added, sending the photo to the Shelby’s chat group.

“I can’t wait to go back home.” He knew being away wasn’t easy for her, specially because she was so attached to Emma.

“The day will fly by and you’ll be back before you know it.” He tried to cheer her up. His eyes darting back to his daughter, still amazed by the balloons.

“Look at you, I leave you for a couple of days and you win the award parent of the year.”

“That’s what you get for abandoning us.” He joked.

“Hey!” Tommy heard Rose’s voice in the background. “Only emergencies! Is Tommy missing an arm?” He heard some weird noise and then she spoke clearly. “I hope you’re taking good care of Emma.”

“Of course.” He wasn’t sure if he should be more scared of his wife or Rose.

“Good, then were stealing your wife for another day and we’re already planning the next trip.” She warned, and this time around, it was Y/N turn in the background saying that she didn’t want to be away from her daughter again.

“Have a fabulous day, I gotta change a stinky nappy.”

Ending the call, he decided to order some food, the last thing on his mind at the moment was to prepare something. At least he got a great deal by keeping his daughter busy with the balloons and that granted him a few minutes to stand outside in the balcony to smoke a cigarette while keeping an eye on his baby.

And the rest of his day went just like that between naps, babbling and the little sounds his daughter made. Later he’d pick a book to read to her.

****

Sunday finally arrived and after driving for a couple of hours, the girls left her by the apartment lobby first, so she made the trip to her floor quietly and since she didn’t tell Tommy what time they were coming back, she took the chance to surprise him.

He didn’t know, but she had been watching him in the baby monitor app on her phone. As a matter of fact her heart felt full last night when she realized her baby wouldn’t settle and after a couple of minutes, she saw Tommy getting up from the bed and climbing the crib -big enough to fit him-, to sleep with his baby.

She knew he was the best father their daughter could have.

And another proof was that moment while he was feeding Emma and he started singing a Romani song and ever so gently he explained their baby he came from gypsies and she too, had gypsy blood running in her veins. Y/N wanted to bottle the two of them along with those moments that made her confirm her deep love for that man.

But Y/N was the surprised one when she stepped into her apartment and found Tommy sleeping on the couch with Emma lying on his chest fast asleep, his arm wrapped around her back protectively. Her small hand closed in a tight fist over her bunny’s ear.

The image was instantly tattooed in her heart as a lifetime memory.

And she knew, her heart was full and that this was an endless love.

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ceruleancattail · 19 days

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After thinking very seriously about the soldier thing, you are right,¨The Soldier Prince March Hare¨ - there he has an Axe.

Very Sorry for this.

COCO WHAT IS THISSSSS HEKSBAIBAOABAI HELLO????? MARCH HARE CATER???? HELLO???? URM- URM- BYE I- *scream*

YES YOU SHOULD BE SORRY. RABBIT CATER IS… IS A WEAKNESS. OF MINE. I WANNA FUCKING CHEW ON HIS EARS *gets hit with an axe*

THE HARD WAY??? IS HE GONNA THREATEN ME???? EXCUSE YOU, CATER. I WILL COOK YOU IN A STEW IF YOU COME ANY NEARER TRY ME!!!!🥘🥘🥘🥘

Hmm, if we’re going off a kingdom, rpg sort of vibe, how about Bartender Sam?

Lounging on the counter of some shady, seedy bar in the darker parts of town, a sly grin dancing on his lips. That bar of his is only open at the late hours of night, where weary workers make their way over to chug down a few drinks and roll some dice. Warriors, rouges, hunters of all sorts come to his bar to barter and trade, as well.

Sam’s always in the middle of all the action, selling this or buying that. His tongue moves like a rapier, quickly and effectively securing the ideal deal. He’s skilled at negotiation, and his words are spun as fine and smooth as silken threads for the gowns of royalty.

You’re his favourite lil’ imp to see around. Whenever he hears your voice at the door, Sam’s immediately pouring out a drink for you. Here, it’s your favourite. You’re always ordering the same thing, whenever you come see him. It’s adorable how you’re a creature of habit. It makes it all so much easier for someone to slip a little something into your mug…. Aw, scared? Sam’s just kidding. Besides, you don’t have to worry about anyone doing that to you.

You just have to worry about him.

You have him, after all.

Sam’s only too happy to serve, always greeting you with a bright smile. Yet something about seemed… artificial. Fake, somehow. Yes, it was still warm, yet unlike the gentle embrace of the sun’s heat, this warmth was a warning. The temperature of an exposed flame, warding off whoever who ventured too near. Careful, lil’ imp. Curious hands get scorched, and Sam would hate if anything happened to those pretty artist hands of yours.

After all, the only thing he’ll like to lavish on those hands is jewellery. Silver bracelets, forged with dwarfen crafting, perhaps? Elegant designs of dragons and flame, woven around each other in a never ending circle. Almost like that one childish riddle he used to ask you:

“Which came first, the chicken or the egg?”

A circle has no beginning, and it has no end. Much like his affection towards you, sweetheart. Sam can’t really remember when it started, this tender feelings welling up in his heart… and as skilled a businessman he is, he can’t ever envision an end for these feelings of his.

Great Seven, he doesn’t remember when exactly did he look forward to your visits, but he does know how much he misses your voice when you’re not around. Goodness, he’s whipped.

Consider the bracelet a gift of sorts. Just something to grace your wrist.

Think of him, whenever you see it, alright?

Sam would love that.

#the mage’s hat 🎩#twisted wonderland #twst #oh I love fantasy

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alexisomnias · 1 year

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— A BRACELET FOR YOU. . . | twst

⤷ every relationship needs friendship to work - platonic/romantic

characters | ACE , FLOYD , JAMIL

✎ ACE TRAPPOLA

• Ace thought friendship bracelets were dumb. Sure he may of made some for him and his older brother before but that was way back when he was a child! • Ace is a tsundere, well known fact right? Well it definitely shows when he receives it! Snickering, teasing you about such a childish gift, the fact your giving it to him of all people too! • He won't say anything, but he actually finds the gesture sort of cute! (taking that to his grave) • Probably the definition of says they hate it, but refuses to let it go. He wears it around very often although he normally covers it with his sleeve he still always has it on him!

• When he goes to bed he always has the bracelet resting carefully on the bedside table! he sleeps next to it and sometimes when laying in bed he'll stare at the colors mixed in the bracelets and just think about you. • Ace (in denial) Trappola often tugs at his bracelet as an anxious habit, or as a comfort for him in less then favorable situations! • Probably make you one in exchange! (he won't say its him but you'll know from the colors and the way he glances down at your wrist proudly when its on) • He and his past girlfriend never did anything cheesy like this, but then again they didn't do a lot of things! It was realistically mostly touching and titles with her, so this kind of cheesy gesture... its embarrassing and cringy but welcomed.

Ace's fingers wandered over to the handmade bracelet you created for him, his thumb slipping under the cord as he tugged up anxiously, it became a habit he didn't realize he did as he faced you. His nails slightly covering the hearts sewn into them as he avoided eye-contact.

"Ace?" you ask, the boy in question taking a deep breath as he brings a matching bracelet out, he scoffs slightly handing it over to you.

"Don't say a word! Thanks... now bye!" he finishes, handing (more so throwing) you the bracelet before kicking off and running away leaving you standing there with a bracelet in hand. It clearly was handmade, you could tell from the loose ends and weird colors in some parts. But staring down at the bracelet in your hand you don't seem to care as much.

Putting it on, you smile. You big fucking tsundere.

✎ FLOYD LEECH

• Floyd's ecstatic at the gift! He just finds it so cute of you to give him something like this! • He's made one for Jade and Azul in class before, although only made out of loose seaweed which made it nothing special other then an idea he wished to act upon randomly. But this is instead made for him! He's never taking it off, he exclaims. • And that he stays true to. Floyd is emotionally attached to the thread, and will freak out if you even consider taking it from him. So just let it stay on his wrist, he's keeping it, its his. • He probably flaunts it at random times and to strangers. Like he'd never even met someone before and he'd still go up to them and be like, "My partner made me a bracelet! Isn't it pretty? Isn't it great!?" he says, while the poor guy he approached is subjected to say yes. • He'd absolutely make you one in return, and ask you to make one alongside him! He finds the gesture fun to create and heartwarming(?). He appreciates it, even if he doesn't say directly those words, he does want to return the favor. • If its one of those letter bead bracelets, its pretty much always set to "shrimpy", its a lovely reminder of you to him when your not near. A reminder that his shrimpy made him a friendship bracelet. • Floyd within the first week of receiving it never shut up about it, he's loud and proud of it! He'll tell everyone he knows and scream it out if he has to. He wants you to absolutely know he loves it. Who cares he's in high school? His lover made it for him! • The most hyped about it, you wouldn't even finish your sentence and he's already snatching it and putting it on. He hasn't taken it off in a month, please Floyd let your wrist breathe.

"Floyd, here's a gif-" you start, bringing out the bracelet nervously, despite being his partner, you could never predict his actions even if you tried. But yet, before you even finish what you were saying the bracelet disappears from your grasp and reappears in his hand.

He gazes at it like a curious, excited child opening a present on Christmas day. Putting his arm out into the air as the stares at the bracelet attached to his wrist with a large smile on his face. "I love it!" he drags out, happily. You could practically see his blood beat in excitement. "I'll never take it off!" he exclaims as he maul– goes to hug you.

His arms reach around you, hanging over your shoulders as his head lays on your shoulder. His left arm (the one with the bracelet) is reached out, and his smile softens from his energetic one. Floyd lets out a laugh.

✎ JAMIL VIPER

• Jamil is... awkward about it. He doesn't really understand it all that much? He remembers kids in his class making them, he's also pretty sure Najima and her friend has had the 'friendship' jewelry exchange before. • He'll take it, and he most absolutely appreciates the gesture! In fact it warms his heart knowing you took the time to make him something with threads, but he can't promise he's going to wear it often. He does wear it though, especially if its just a regular day. But its not an everyday/week accessory, which I mean? is normal. • When receiving it, he'd probably stare at it ever so often and just soften. The gesture truly is sweet of you to even think of. While could be considered childish or an immature gift, its something he appreciates. Having something physical to prove your care. • He doesn't really know how to really respond to it? He doesn't think its dumb, but he doesn't think its grand either. He still thanks you though! • He hides it, but not because he's ashamed, its because he's possessive aha. He wants to be the only one that knows of how much you care for him, its his bracelet to keep, not everyone's to see. • He sometime wears the bracelets on his errands! He might deny it to your face, but you definitely saw it on his wrist! He's just shy about it. • He puts the bracelet on a special part of his room, he doesn't want to lose it. He may neglect wearing it, but he never wants to lose it. Its a physical reminder that somebody cares about him, somebody made him of all people something.

Jamil stares down at the friendship bracelet blankly, and you start getting antsy, waiting for any voice reaction from him. "Jamil? What do you think of it."

He blinks as if coming out of a trance, "Oh? Well... I like it." he nods, the delivery might make you feel as if he's lying but the small smile growing on his face as he stares down at it tells you otherwise. He slips it onto his wrist and when he looks back up at you his face is back to a neutral resting. "Thank you for the gift, I appreciate it, the time you spent on it must've been a pain."

You smile and tell him it was no issue. What you don't tell him is that the small glances he takes to his wrist where the threads create jewelry makes the gift worthy time spent.

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #floyd leech x reader #ace trappola x reader #jamil viper x reader #jamil viper #ace trappola #floyd leech

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mrsmiagreer · 6 months

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SUMMIT THOUGHTS IN ORDER BY SCENE!!

“Hold still i’ll grab you one of mine” UGHHHH

“What do you think babe? How’s my hair?” EVEN MORE UGHHHHH😩😩😩

Yes Milo I AM laughing 😂

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Vincent cut himself off, i wanna know what he wants to say :’(

“She sounded— nevermind”

HE GOT US A CROWN HES SO SWEET

wouldnt it be cool if this was like… the way of Royal Vampiric Engagement?

Vincent sounds so cute when he’s nervous 🥺

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Sam’s loud ass truck rolling up lmao

ICECREAM!!!!

I just know Sam slicked his hair back into the tightest ponytail. His formal look HAS to be super cute

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Porterrrrr!!

“Your human” LMAO

The thoughts about seating were actually really sweet

Porter now wtf are you talking about?

Vincent’s irritation is so warranted right now 💀

He’s up to something fs

“Bye now—” AND HES JUST GONE??!!

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“Hey Bud!” Awe Ash we love you

Vincent sounds like he memorized this shit😂

Eccentric he says🤨

“Blink twice if you need a way out buddy” WE LOVE YOU EVEN MORE NOW ASH

“What😟😃” VINCENT LMAOO

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Bennet you meanies >:(

Alexander and Christopher count your fucking days

A bit formal?? This is a SUMMIT?!

Take a breath BOY?!

Stfu both of yous

“Where’s Alexis?” Anything to get YOU out of my face 😒

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HERE WE GO

“SAMS LATEST CONQUEST” ouuuu bitch—

she’s so snarky and condescending everything she says means something underneath but she sounds so sweet its annoying

Honestly if i was tank i would think about her words all night and for a few more days after that she dug deep fr and was actually making sense

Yeah okay darlin’ calm it down, don’t wanna get my head snapped off in front of 3810 year old vamps🤨

“Pettiness isn’t childish at all” 😒

You turned him because you wanted him but we don’t all get what we want huh?

“I FIXED HIM” GIRL LMFAOOOO

“I don’t like you, and I’m not going to” first of all, i’m so glad the feeling is mutual and secondly, this is my new favorite quote. I might not like Alexis but she ate with that one

PORTER TO THE RESCUE! but why?

“Oh darling as if i have a gag reflex” UGHHH😩

Sam to the rescue??

“What the fuck did she say??” “Where is she??”

I love the fact that it when tank ran away you can hear their footsteps. Since my Darlin’ is a girl, it sounds like she wore Combat Boots to the summit😭

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Random message for David?

The music in the back is fucking hilarious

Quinn is coming back?? Yall knew it

William a bad person?? He’s a little shady but i think he has good intent honestly

Why does he lowkey sound like Christian’s VA?

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“Don’t EVER speak to them again. Do you hear me???” Samuel don’t get me started🫦

“But playing is what I do best🥰🤭” she kinda ate with that one too

The fact that he even had to say anything along the lines of “if you care about me even a little you would do this for me” like If i was Tank i would cry because she agreed so fast😭 Like i know yall had something but like damn she still loves you?

Loser ass response 😒

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MILO’s BACK

Awee Asher stumbling over his words

Why is Porter in everyone’s business 😭

Milo’s protective tone when he talks to Porter is tickling my insides🤭🤭

Closeknit??! Awe here we go😟

Porter is so suspicious right now…

“Hold the fuck up” MILOOOO😩😩😩😩😍😍😍😍

“Wait what’d you do that night?—” THEY DIDN’T TELL ASHER IT’S BEEN LIKE A YEAR AND MORE LMAO

Asher still being scared of making big decisions🥺

“Babe…” 😫😫🫶🏽🫶🏽

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Tank being worried that Alexis threatened him is so real

“She was exactly who she appeared to be, i was the one trying to pretend i didn’t have a problem with that” REALLLLLLL

I don’t give a damn about her beat up heart

“I don’t want you to think that i felt like you needed saving” Honestly i appreciate this line because i hate the way it feels for someone to step in for you

“Maybe I wanted a chance of my own to tell the bitch to shove it if i’m being honest” 🤷🏽‍♀️😅🥳

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knock knock

oouuuuu Asher’s telling David

Asher sounds in trouble 😭 David sounds like somebody daddy fr fr

the eye contact 😭😭

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Ain’t this Loveboldly? All i hear is Crux😂

Funding?! ALL OF THIS FOR SOME MONEY

“Lower. Your. Voice. ” 💀💀

Alexander is so mean to his prince😭

“You’re showing your age Christopher. Or lack thereof” Damn he snapped him up

NOISE?!

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“We’re about to have a fight. Be convincing” Uhh okay???

What the fuck is going awnnnn?!

Getting Vincent riled up for god knows what in insane💀

Glad he didn’t bring Treasure 😭

SAM TO THE RESCUE… ish?

“Consider yourself crossed”😲😲😲😲

“He’s dead” 🤨🤨😟😟 ALEXIS WHAT??? HOW’D SHE KNOW?!

#now i must hear your opinions on who did it and why #redacted asmr #redacted audio #redactedverse #redacted headcanons #redacted shaw pack #redacted solaire clan #redacted monarchal summit #mia makes a statement

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Regrettably Attached PT. 2 | JJ Maybank

Summary: You granted JJ’s wish.

Pairings: JJ Maybank x Reader, Pogues x Reader

Warning: Slight angst, fluffy ending

A/N: I know this is kinda long but hey, u can request like literally anything (as long as i can write it) cause i don’t have anything to write😭 please give this fic sum love!

After that dramatic conversation you and JJ had, you stayed at the end of the dock to get some fresh air.

Sitting at the the dock with your back touching its frame, you smiled at yourself and sighed. Squinting your eyes, you feel the sunset touching your face, while the you hear the waves crashing and your hair began to blow by the wind, you feel comforted by it. When you’re in the city and you see the sunset, it always reminds you of him. Beautiful and fascinating. Mesmerizing and peaceful. It’s a fleeting moments to look at the sunset. Fleeting moments that needs to treasure every minute.

Looking at your bracelet, it reminds you of JJ. You smiled bitterly when you remembered that he gave it to you on your birthday. It’s a promise bracelet that he made when you were kids. You touched the small P4L carving on it.

“Well, that was one hell of a welcome.” You turned around and you saw a tall, brown curly hair, brown eyes, and tan skin coming in your way. She’s wearing a pink crop-top that has a turtle design on the side of it and a floral shorts.

“I can’t blame him, though. I left without saying goodbye.” You sighed. As you look at the sunset in front of you, she sat beside you.

“I’m sorry for his behavior. JJ is really jerk most of the time.” She apologized.

“I’m Kiara by the way, but they call me Kie.” She introduced herself to you.

“Y/N.” You replied shortly.

“I’ve been trying to recognize you, Y/N. You looked familiar. I think I’ve seen you before, but I don’t know where and when.” You smiled at her. You wanted to say that you’ve seen her before too but you don’t have the energy to talk. You recognize her. She’s the one you asked to give JJ a handkerchief when you saw him crying at the sea before you leave. You’re the reason that they are friends.

Seconds later, you heard a ring on her pocket. She grabbed her phone and answered the call.

“Yes, Dad?… I told you I’m with the pogues… What?… Well, I just finished my shift earlier-… Fine. I’ll be there… Yes. Okay. Bye.” She ended the phone call as she rolled her eyes.

“It’s my dad. He needs me on The Wreck. I gotta go.” She stands up and puts her phone on her pocket.

“Wait, you didn’t have to say goodbye to them?” You are talking about the boys at the château.

“Can you tell them, please? My dad really needs me right now and I need to get there as soon as possible.”

“Yeah, sure. Be safe on your way to The Wreck.” She offered you a hand. You gently take her hand and stand up.

“Thank you so much. I owe you one.” You forced a smile. She starts walking away from you. When she leaves your sight, you started to walk on the château when you heard JJ’s voice.

“I don’t care. She cannot stay here.” Standing in the door, you are unable to move. You saw John B. and Pope are facing sideways while you are facing JJ’s back so they can’t see you.

“Stop it, JJ. You’re acting childish.” John B.

“Yeah, like, literal child.” Pope commented.

“Come on, guys! Can’t you understand that she’s taking us for granted. Everytime that she’s here, she looks like a fucking puppy waiting to be comforted and then when she’s getting better, she always, always left.” JJ argued at them.

“Why do you hate her so much? She left us without warning, alright, I get it. We were hurt too. But she came back. Isn’t that what you wanted? For all I know, you’re waiting for her to show up every day as long as i can remember and now that she’s here, you’re acting like a jerk to her. Besides, we are the only person in her life whom she have. This isn’t about you, JJ. Don’t make this situation any harder for you and Y/N.” Pope explained.

“I hate to break it to you JJ, but this is my house, and you don’t get to decide whether she stays here or not. We’re practically siblings now.” John B. tried to calm himself.

“I don’t care. I need you to get her out of my sight.” JJ demanded. You tried to fight the tears in your eyes as you watched them fighting because of you.

“JJ, stop talking.” Pope said when he recognized you to the door.

“Look, I don’t wanna be here when she’s here.” You froze, completely unable to move or speak, your mind running faster than you could deal with just to try and absorb the information.

“I said stop talking—” You interrupted Pope.

“You wanted me to leave so bad, huh?” JJ heard your trembling voice and turned around to face you. You met his blank gaze. You walked towards him.

“Is this what you want?” You questioned him as you look into his Caribbean eyes. Nothing change about his blank expression. He doesn’t respond.

“Look at me in the eye, and tell me straight to my face that you don’t want me here.” You challenged him. He walks to you and he towers over you.

“I don’t fucking want you here.” He said to your straightly looking in your teary eyes.

“I don’t wanna see your face. I don’t want to be near you. I don’t want to see you ever.” He said with a blank expression. The way your heart dropped when you heard that words. You shouldn’t have expected. Somehow deep in your heart, you wanted him to say that he don’t mean to say that words. You wanted him to say that he’s sorry and that he misses you.

“I get it. You don’t want me here. No need to repeat it.” You sighed heavily. You lick your lips and smiled bitterly at him. You can’t take it anymore. This is enough heartbreaks for today.

“If that so, your wish is my fucking command.”

“Y/N…” Pope.

“What the hell are you thinking?” John B. said angrily.

“Kiara left, by the way. She told me to say goodbye to you guys. And I’m gonna go too. I missed you all so much. Goodbye.” You tried to be casual. For the last time, you glanced at JJ who can’t look at you. You smiled at them and then turned your back. When you’re near to your car, John B. followed you.

“Y/N. You can’t do this.” He pleaded.

“Yes I can.”

“I’ll try harder to convince JJ that you’re staying here. Just please, don’t leave. Don’t leave us again.”

“Look, as much as I wanted to stay here, I don’t want you guys fighting because of me and I don’t want to be in the house wherein someone’s not comfortable of me being around. If it makes him happy, then I would do it.” He can’t look for another words. You know that he’s trying his best to keep you around and you appreciate that thought. You smiled at him bitterly.

“That’s enough for today. I’ve had enough. I’m gonna be fine. I’ll call you as soon as I have shelter to sleep.” You hugged him.

“When will I see you again?”

“I have no idea.” Once he lets you go, you go to your car. Even if it hurts and you don’t want to do it, you start your car. You sighed heavily. You looked at John B. who are waving at you. You waved back it him too. You leave the château without looking at them. You started driving, not knowing where to go.

In the middle of the road, your car stops so you pull over on the side of the road. You tried to start it, but you realized that you’re low on gas. You pick up your phone on the dashboard to call John B. but there’s no signal around you.

You got out of the car and stand beside it but you forgot your keys inside the cars so you can’t get inside of the car. Your temper became thin as you look on the road to get some help but there’s no car passing by.

You tried to calm yourself as you looked the sun disappeared into the clouds starting to get heavy. You gasped as the cold breeze hit you and the raindrops touch your skin at the same time.

“Fuck. Fuck Fuck. What a lucky day.” You said to yourself.

You felt like your heart ripped into two as you feel the rain coming into your body. You glance at your watch to see the time. It’s already 9:00 in the evening. You started to feel alone as you shook your body with shuddering pain. You sat beside your car. The universe has a unique way of showing that they understand on how you feel deep inside.

You cover your ears with your hand and you close your eyes as you heard the loud thunderstorm coming from above. You cried so loud and no one can hear you. No one can see you vulnerable. No one can see you struggling in the middle of the road. No one can see the fear evident on your face as you tried to ignore the loud thunderstorms. No one is there to rescue you. No one cared. You are alone. With the thought of that, you let the sadness take you.

30 minutes later, you heard a van pulled over but you didn’t seem to care. You don’t know how long you sat beside your car. Seconds later, you realized that the raindrops isn’t pouring in your way anymore so you open your eyes.

Your tears blurred your vision as you saw a tall blonde man, who’s holding an umbrella, in front of you.

“It’s me.” you stand up to face him.

“You came.” You can’t believe it. Did he… look for you in the middle of the rain?

You really can’t read him. One second, he told you straight to your face that he wanted you gone.

“Go home with me.”

“B-but you said you don’t want me here—”

He turned his head to face me. His expression was haunted. Torn. But it softened when he fixed his gaze on me, and said in a rough whisper, “I can’t pretend anymore. ” You wanted to say something there’s no voice coming in your mouth.

“I can’t pretend I didn’t miss you. I can’t pretend I don’t care. I'm not good at forgetting you or ignoring you or hating you or seeing you walk away. The truth is, everything we did is still there in my mind and it’s not fair. If you being here again to break my heart, then, I would wholeheartedly let you. So, ruin me. Ruin my already fucked up life. If you want to leave, just please, take me with you. I’ve tried living without you, and trust me, it doesn’t work.” Your gaze never leaves his face. You stared at him and it made you feel alive again.

“JJ…” You can’t think straight. Instead of speaking, you leaned forward and suddenly pressed your lips to his. You would never imagine your first kiss on the rain with JJ is happening. After losing breaths, you pulled back, but his face stayed near yours. Your heart is beating so fast, but you liked it.

“Go home with me, Y/N.” He lift your chin to make you look directly at his eyes, you nodded repeatedly with a smile on your face and after that, he didn’t hesitate to sealed you lips with a kiss.

#jj maybank #obx #obx imagine #jj maybank angst #jj maybank x y/n #jj maybank series #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank smut #jj maybank fic #obx jj maybank #obx fanfiction #obx fic #obx angst #outer banks

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nightfallsolace · 1 year

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Our Little Secret// Hanma Shuji x Reader

in which (Y/n) Ryuguji Draken’s little sister, has a hidden affair with one of their enemies, Hanma Shuji.

Hanma had never been a rational man. He never really had someone worth chasing for, yes he had Kisaki as a source of entertainment, for now that is. he knew someday he wouldn't be able to cater the ever longing shot adrenaline he always so dearly craves. To him the adrenaline whenever he does something exciting, something thrilling is like a drug to him, it just keeps him coming back for more. He never thought he would find someone so damned interesting, that would keep him chasing for years.

It all started on that one encounter at the back of one of the convince stores he always visits, the cashier was nice and it was run by a nice lady who was in her 50′s. It was just the usual routine fighting, buying cigarettes, hanging out with Kisaki, etc etc. Well it would be if his “peaceful” time at the back of the convince store wasn’t interrupted by the sound of pained groans. He followed the origin of the sound to find a bunch of men being beaten up by a woman around her 14′s or 15′s, he didn't know, and frankly he didn't care, but his instincts told him to stay, to watch.

“PLEASE- I’M SORRY-- ENOUGH--- PLEASE---” the man beneath the woman's heel pleaded between the kicks his poor face was receiving “hmm?~” the woman hummed, “let me think about it~” the woman stopped her assaults to “think” about the man’s request and replied “No ♡ “ she said as she continued to give a hard kick to the man’s face until the blunt force passed him out. The man watching grinned and watched the woman drag the men in a messy pile that you could relate to when your throwing your clothes in a pile, except with battered and bruised people. She wiped her face with a clean handkerchief and continued to use it to clean her bloodied shoes and sat down on the floor with a heavy sigh “how the hell am I supposed to explain to ken-chin? it’s already so late” the woman faked sobbed “ huhuuu” she stood up angrily and kicked the unconscious men on the ground “stupid” kick “misogynistic” kick “sexist” kick “ASSHOLE” she landed a hard blow right on one of the man’s nose which caused him to wheeze “godamnit”. She once again wiped her shoes and turned to leave before halting in her tracks in horror to see a man watching her smiling.

she screamed in horror “I’m so sorry you had to see that” she apologized bowing low “why are you apologizing doll? that was a good kick by the way” he laughed “keep you head up high doll no need to apologize” the woman sighed relived “thank you! I thought I needed to get my shoes dirty again! I just cleaned them! “ she smiled happily “ normally people would be freaked out, men would call me a freak or what I was doing was unladylike like, so my shoes would get dirty again! but women just usually run away in fear, but you mister! you even complimented my kick! and that’s a first!” she cheerily voiced out, the man laughed at her childish behavior, “this woman, is something else” he thought and chuckled. “I’m (y/n) by the way! (y/n) Ryuguji! and your name is?” his eyes widened “Ryuguji? Is she related to Draken?” he smiled and gave her his name “Hanma, Hanma Shuji”. The woman smiled “Well it’s nice to meet you Hanma-san, i need to go now, my brother must be looking for me, it’s pretty late so i hope its ok” he laughed at how polite she was despite the fact she just crushed some guy’s nose earlier. “no worries doll no need to ask me, I’m a guy you just met, you can go” she smiled happily and bid her goodbye. “Bye Hanma-san! I hope to see you again sometime soon!” he laughed “yeah you to doll keep safe” “What an interesting girl” He said as he light up a cigarette and walked towards the pile of unconscious bodies, kicking it before taking his leave.

-Chapter 1 of Our Little Secret

Reblogs are appreciated!!

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wa-royal-tea · 1 year

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Inggar Palace, Langdale (7:48pm)

Leon: *sighs* Are you done?

Ulysses: Almost, your highness. I might need to alter the waistline.

Leon: Will it take long? I don’t want to be late.

Ulysses: It’ll take a few minutes. I’ll try to make it quick.

Leon: Alright. Go ahead then. I’ll wait.

Ulysses: Of course, sir. Please excuse me.

*door opens and closes*

Leon: *sighs*

A few years ago...

Alfie: Are you sure you don’t want to join us? We’re probably going to get dinner too, y’know?

Leon: I’m not in the mood to go out. You guys just go enjoy your date.

Catalina: It’s not a date, Leon. We’re just...hanging out.

Alfie: Yeah, what she said.

Leon: Sure, whatever you call it. Now go.

Catalina: Fine~ We’re leaving now~

Catalina: Oh! I forgot to tell you. Nora’s not feeling well and sleeping in our room right now. Can you check in on her once in a while? And make sure when she wakes up she eats her meds too. I’ve put it in the fridge.

Leon: Okay. I’ll keep that in mind.

Catalina: Cool. Call me if you need anything for her!

Leon: Yes, ma’am.

*phone rings*

Leon: Hello? What is it, Danny?

Leon: Oh, the schedule? I thought father said that I’d start my engagements after my graduation?

Leon: Hmm...is that so?

*click!*

Leon: Can I talk to you later? Something came up. Yeah, don’t worry. I’ll get back to you when I can. Okay, bye.

Leon *thinking*: The main switch is on. Is it a total blackout?

*phone rings*

Leon: Hello?

Alfie (on the phone): Hey, did anything happen back at home?

Leon: The power went out. But all the main switches are up. Why’d you ask? Did something happen?

Alfie: There’s a power outage on the entire Island. We asked the locals what happened and they said that they heard there was a fire happening at the power plant.

Leon: That’s not good. Are you coming back soon?

Alfie: We plan to but we’re stuck in traffic now. Cars aren’t moving and there’s an accident in front.

Catalina (in the background): Check on Nora! Don’t leave her alone!

Alfie: Lina asks you to check on Nora.

Leon: I will. Be careful, you two. Don’t rush back home.

Alfie: We won’t. Lock the doors. I think we have candles somewhere in the kitchen.

Leon: Okay. I’ll look for it later. Bye, take care.

Alfie: You too.

*thump!*

Leon: Nora?

Nora: *sniffles* Leon? I-is that you?

Leon: Yeah. Are you okay?

Nora: I’m fine. I just fell from the bed. What happened to the lights?

Leon: There’s an outage. The whole island went dark. Come on, I’ll help you up.

Nora: Thank you.

Nora: W-wait! Where are you going?

Leon: I’m going to get the candles. My phone’s about to run out of battery.

Nora: Can I...Can I come with you?

Leon: Aren’t you sick?

Nora: I am. But I don’t like being in the dark.

Leon: Hmm...okay. Follow me then.

Leon: Lay down on the sofa. I’ll get the blanket for you.

Nora: But what about you?

Leon: I’ll be fine. You’re sick and you need to rest. Stay here, I won’t be long.

Leon: Here you go.

Nora: *content sigh* Thank you.

Leon: Hm.

Nora: Why didn’t you go with Alfie and Lina just now? Aren’t you bored staying here?

Leon: I don’t feel like going out.

Nora: Why?

Leon: I don’t know.

Leon: And besides, I can’t leave you here alone. What if something happens to you if everyone left?

Nora: *chuckles* I’ll be fine. I’m a big girl. I can take care of myself.

Leon: *playfully* Says the girl who just cried in the dark.

Nora:...

Leon: Sorry, I was just joking.

Nora: I-I know. I didn’t mean to make it awkward for you. Sorry.

Leon: It’s fine.

Nora: *clears throat* You must think I’m childish, right? For being scared of the dark?

Leon: Why would you say that?

Nora: Y’know. I’m a grown woman, but I cried just because it got dark. Only kids cry because of something small like that.

Leon: I don’t think so. Everyone has things they’re scared of. It doesn’t matter how old you get, if a thing scares you, it scares you.

Nora:...

Nora: Why are you so nice, Leon?

Leon: I’m not.

Nora: Maybe you don’t think so, but I do. You stayed behind to keep me company and you’ve been nice to me since we first met. You even helped me feel better.

Leon:...

Nora: *yawns* You’re a good person. More than what you give yourself credit for.

Leon:...you should go to sleep. I’ll wake you up when the lights are back.

Nora: Hm? Okie~

Nora:...Leon?

Leon: Hm?

Nora: Is there anything you’re scared of?

Leon:...I don’t know. My father told me that men shouldn’t be scared of anything.

Nora: Hm...that’s such a sad thing to say.

Leon: Why?

Nora:...

Leon *thinking*: How can you sleep after saying that?

Annaleigh: Leon?

Leon: Mother? What are you doing here?

Annaleigh: Your father made me check in on you. Astrid is waiting downstairs and your father wants you to get ready now.

Leon: Oh...I see.

Annaleigh: Is everything alright? Are you okay?

Leon: *exhales deeply* I...I can’t do this.

Annaleigh: It’s your duty, Leon. Who else other than her can stand next to you?

Leon: Mother...

Annaleigh: I know it’s hard. But having a choice is a privilege for people like us.

Annaleigh: I wish you can choose who you want for your future. But we both know that it’s not possible. You’re the future King. You need someone who can understand your future role and support you.

Leon:...I understand.

Annaleigh: I won’t hold you back anymore. You can continue getting ready. We’ll be waiting downstairs.

*door closes*

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sm-baby · 1 year

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My lil silly brainy brain had a split screen vision and I just had to write it out. Have a ficlet of Bernard and Silvia stuff<3 because beloved.

Word count: 1,491 words 8,354 characters

By bye!! enjoy the thingy (⁠ ⁠´⁠◡⁠‿⁠ゝ⁠◡⁠`⁠)

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In a place far and white, a castle floating in the sky. There worked gifts, bows of many talents, serving an angel with white and gold. But this is not fiction of labour, but a fiction of sleep and chatter.

The rain lightly came to greet the castle and the servants' hall hidden within. Droplets raced down the windows while a maid shut the curtain in its face.

There between the wood and quartz walls were the gifts and presents, servants, with their hair untied and their uniforms off. The men had a room filled with beds on the right half of the building, while women had theirs on the left.

It was almost like children the way they prepared for bed. Women gossiped their hearts out, and the men joked with each other inside the walls.

Oh what could they possibly be saying?

“ Tell us, head butler, what is it about that dim darn housekeeper that irks you so much?” Chuckled the men in the servant's hall. Those who were done with their chores gathered around the head butler, Bernard Fitzgerald, almost as if he was being interviewed.

The snark and chatter in their voices weren’t lost on them, they found the quarrelling between the heads funny and entertaining at times, but they must know! What is all this infighting about?

“ Oh, I’m glad you asked, disgusting peasant.” Bernard played along with the arrogant snark the men held. “ Maybe it’s because she-”

“--’s repulsive, lazy, and annoying!”

And on the other side of the servants’ hall was almost like a mirrored reflection. The maids were not all that different. The giggling women gathered around their senior lady, Silvia Blanca, sharing beds to sit on like she was being interviewed. “And another thing! He-”

“-- never lets me have fun! I mean, come on, I’m a grown man, I didn’t know my mother sent a babysitter out for me. ” Bernard said with a mocking snicker.

The men laughed at his reply and nodded along, he heard some agreeing hums and elbow batting. “ I mean look at how she treats her maids! She just--”

“--Lets them loaf around the moment the queen is out of sight! Really! He’s still working, but he wouldn’t know that considering his crippling lack of object permanence.”

Gasped the maids! They laughed in shock! The head butler really knew how to bring out the madame’s audacity!

Bernard scoffed “ If she worked alone, the maids would be stiff as a board! Machines to serve, I tell you!”

“ He’s childish,”

“ She’s annoying,”

“ A grub,”

“ A goody-two-shoes!”

“ A dimwit!”

“ A know-it-all,”

“ He’s just a man who has no respect for others' time and responsibility.”

“ —And she’s a woman who’d probably wear her own uniform to her funeral. ”

“ Yes, but madame!” spoke up a maid.

“ Sir-- I mean-” cleared the throat of a manservant.

The maid continued. “ The head butler does have a point…! In fact, his antics look sort of fun!”

The manservant spoke. “ You do go a little overboard with what you do sometimes… I mean, it is a job. You can’t argue that her scolding was always unfounded. And--”

“ --have you considered that... Perhaps, him just wanting his men to lounge is-- his way of telling them to care for themselves?”

The two heads blinked over at their junior servants. The juniors clarified:

“ I’m just saying,”

“ That maybe…”

“ Perhaps…”

“ Possibly…”

“ She’s-”

“ --Not as bad as he seems?”

“ And is just-- equally looking out for us the same way you do?”

Silvia blinked to think to herself, while Bernard frowned staring off to try and think of something to say.

“ I suppose he… makes a good host whenever the servants have a get-together..” Silvia looks up at the maids, who can admit, that she was right. They can observe that the head butler could hold his own when introducing a guest.

“ She…” Bernard clicked his teeth, annoyed to admit,“ …is pretty patient with me when I really don’t deserve it.”

some of the butlers shamelessly nodded along, admitting that, yes, the woman does put up with his antics a lot.

“ He convinces the queen to grant you rest days occasionally.”

It was almost like half the building sighed in remembrance of one of said rest days. Oh, sweet heaven. “ You are a little more giggly when he enters the room and tells his jokes.”

“ Hey, who am I to criticize her maids huh? Had it been for her, this site would be more akin to a jungle than a castle .”

some of the men scoffed and flicked their wrists at him, whispering their nooo’s and get outta here’s “ Hey, I’m right, and you know it.”

“ I suppose that I respect the fact that he can be tidy when he wants to…”

“ I guess I like that she can do dirty work around the castle.”

“ He cheers you up after a tiring day.”

“ She defends you when you get yourselves into trouble.”

The two sighed.

“ Oh, you scoundrels.” Bernard groaned annoyed. “ Nice try, you almost had me appreciating her there for a second.”

The men groaned “ Oh come on!”

“ What?? You don’t dictate my emotions. ”

Meanwhile, the women were just smiley, giving eachother advice while they wiped off each other’s makeup.

“ Don’t you get it though? The competition. Is that not at least a little motivating?”

Silvia felt a smile forming on her lips “ … it is very satisfying to prove him wrong a lot. I never considered that he’d see it that way as well.”

A maid gasped! “It’s a bonding thing!”

Ohhh

“ What-” Silvia squinted.

A manservant raised a brow. “ So It’s a sort of power thing? You like being the man of the house?”

“ It’s not fun if she doesn’t put up a fight though.” Bernard replied unsure of himself.

The men went silent, and just raised their brows at the senior butler. Their senior was akin to a boy annoying a girl for her attention, and he couldn't even see it.

“ What!”

“ You like her attention do you, YOU LIKE IT CUZ ITS YOUR WAY OF HAVING FUN WITH HER-”

“ I DON’T KNOW-” Bernard said!

Ding! Dong! Ding, dong..

" Sleep, ladies! We don't want to wake up groggy. "

" Yes, Silvia..." they hummed, putting away their combs and rags.

Silvia felt a soft smile across her lips. What a lovely bunch of ladies she stays with. Yes, they should be off to bed. No crew of hers shall be lacking beauty sleep…

Men and women alike slumbered for a few hours just to serve before the sun rises. Despite their separation, they don't know how similar yet different they are from each other. Both beautiful but in different ways.

Jeremy wouldn't understand how happy Chloe is with her makeup,

Sarah doesn't understand how proud William is of his moustache.

The night brings a breeze that can freeze a teardrop, with blankets warming their wearers just right.

Sleep for the servants, sleep for the bows, sleep for what the queen calls her gifts.

The butler and housekeeper, all with the mannerisms of a parent, were turning off the last lamps. In their eyes, the mother held pride at her hard working women, and the father held joy to see his men sleep well.

As they got into bed, The moon sang a song.

Goodnight, Silvia.

Goodnight, Bernard.

Woosh! Goes the last lantern.

The maids woke up, got dressed, ready to do early work only to spot a silent gathering near the balcony. A number of servants, men and women alike, peeked over from the entrance.

What they were expecting to be the morning alarm, which was the housekeeper and butler's squabbles, became a pleasant and mature conversation at the balcony.

Their higher-ups were still in their morning robes. The junior servants couldn't tell what they were saying, something about a cleaning product they were fond of or what not-- it wasn't important.

What took them off guard was how calm they were-- almost like they enjoyed each other's company. That was what the gathering was about. A chuckle from the butler and a playful groan from the housekeeper. It was as if, for a brief moment, their masks were off, and they were able to find comfort from each other's company.

The bunch shushed each other as they left them to their devices.

A sweet and surprising sight, truly, but there was no doubt in the servants' heads that this was a one-time event. There was a slight thought that they would stay that way, but it's only a matter of time until they'd fight over the same toys all over again...

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#bernard #silvia #minecraft #mineblr #writing #fic #fiction

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starrycassi · 3 months

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Wrong place, rigth time.

Damian Wayne wants to eradicate the new killer in Gotham. Jonathan needs to get his brother back. They become unlikely allies — vampire, and vampire hunter.

Damian scoffed, fixing his hair one more time.

Whoever this was, they were good. Too good. The bodies, dry and cold, didn't reveal too much information. The killer was strong, if the snapped joints were anything to go by, and they were quick; quick enough that the five minutes it took for the Robins to get here were sufficient to commit the crime and escape.

He scoffed again, and Tim sighed. They were both tired of this.

The new killer — Swiftbreeze, as the gothamites called them — was an unnecessary annoyance. Batman saw himself in a desperate enough position that he had to ask both of the current Robins to work alongside. They said yes, if only because neither one wanted to be left out.

And perhaps, only perhaps, they needed more help.

Tim was a great detective, even Damian could acknowledge that. That just made the situation all the more frustrating. They were both competent at this, and he knew it, so for one case to take so long to be solved… Well, it was equal parts disappointing and concerning. Bodies, no matter how stiff and maimed, usually weren't completely drained of blood.

“Analyze the scene” Drake's voice was drowsy, slow, “I was supposed to meet with someone, like, five minutes ago”

It didn't sound like a question, but he shuffled his weight from one foot to another, looking at Damian. Damian nodded. He knew well that “someone” meant Bernard, but, whatever. He didn't expect this crime scene to be any different to the previous ones left by Swiftbreeze. What an idiotic name.

Tim smiled and mumbled what could’ve been a thanks, turned around and left the room, jumping out of the window like the suicidal maniac that he was. Damian waited until he did so, and then continued with the checkups. The cops would arrive in fifteen minutes or so. Leave it to Gotham's police force to show up twenty minutes late to a murder scene.

He did the usual checks, careful and quick. No signs of any fights on the surroundings, no security cameras, nothing. Apart from the body and the usual apartment disorder, the place was spotless. Not a drop of blood, not a single scratch. The victim — a blonde man — fit the only pattern criteria that they had for victims; he was tall and, apparently, in his twenties.

In serial cases, the bodies tended to share characteristics, but they were usually other things, like eye color. In his eighteen years on this planet, he'd never seen someone who only killed tall people.

He wondered if perhaps it was himself from another dimension, body shuddering with the reminder of The Heretic.

He scoffed, again. The sirens were near.

Jonathan chuckled to himself, tears ready to come out at any given moment.

“No, I can't find him. What do you mean- Of course I already did that. I'm not using a tone with you, I'm just hungry! It reeks of blood and guts in here- in every part of here! I tried that. No, I'm not going back. You know what? I think my battery is dying. Bye”

He hung up the phone, and turned it off. Fuck everyone. Of course he tried to follow the smell of blood, but EVERYWHERE on Gotham reeked of blood, apparently. He hated this place.

He kicked a rock, too angry to try to act his age. A Kal-el should never be so childish, but he was so, so tired. Everyone has refused to help, even his dad, and that wounded him so deeply that he felt the need to puke whenever he thought about their conversation.

“Konner is a grown up” said his own father, looking at the wall to avoid his eyes, “he knows what he's supposed to do”

Still, Jon knew that it would only be a matter of days until someone noticed that the new murders in Gotham could be blamed on a very obvious specie. Then, they would catch Kon, and that would be so, so bad for the vampire community. Plus, it would break Jon's heart.

Rogue vampires were to be dealt with. Death was sometimes the deal they got.

He really, really needed to find Konner.

#damijon #sorry to my followers for posting anything but what I'm supposed to post #but can I say #these babies have my heart #damijon au

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etherealyoungk · 2 years

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the dark prince - lee chan

pairing: prince!chan x fem!reader

warnings: suggestive, kissing, arranaged marriage

wordcount: 3k

please don't copy or translate this without my permission!

a/n: i don’t even know what this is, just a random idea i had and i thought i’d be cool. this is all because of that one concept pic of his that made me lose it, yeah i'm blaming this on lee chan it’s all his fault bye.

i would love to know what you thought of this! do let me know :)

The Dark Prince. That’s what everyone calls him. And every time you say it out loud, ‘The Dark Prince’, a shiver runs down your spine. It’s such a powerful name. Well, The Dark Prince is more like a title. Only a rare few are allowed or even know his real name. Only a rare few are given permission to address him by his real name – his family and few close friends and the higher-ups in the Dark Court. But to everyone else, he is known as the Dark Prince. Isn’t that mysterious?

And he does live up to his title – he’s indeed dark but also very alluring. There’s just something about him I can’t help but find myself drawn to, even though I actually don’t like him very much. Hate would be the right word – because we’re enemies.

For as long as you can remember, the king and my father have been friends. your dad was very close to the king and worked as his personal advisor and general. But you and the prince? That’s a very different story. We’ve always been at each other’s throats since we were young. He loved teasing me, making me cry, and saying nasty things to my face. If you ended up in tears, it was a victory for him. Since we used to go to the same prestigious school, you were always against him in everything, with him coming first, and you coming second. You could never beat him at anything. After a few years when you turned 16, you realized how childish you both were and you stopped caring about trying to beat him. But that didn’t stop him from rubbing salt onto your wounds and you swear sometimes you just wanted to slap that smirk off his face. Now you’re 20 and he hasn’t changed at all. He’s still mean, cold-hearted, unkind, and cruel but also charismatic, fascinating, intriguing, enchanting, and most of all – unfairly and dangerously handsome. And you can’t believe that you're supposed to marry him.

Since the Dark Prince is of age now, the king thought it would be a good idea for him to marry you since our families are close. But were you supposed to tell your father that you absolutely loathe him to bits? That you cannot stand him. you can’t, so you shut your mouth and just do what you’re told. Maybe you were just overreacting and making it out to be worse than it actually is. Who knows? Because truth be told, you haven’t talked to or even seen the prince for the last three years. Just occasionally glimpses of him when he was out on work his father sent him to do. So who knows, maybe he’s changed? Well, you guess you’ll find out tonight.

So that’s how we were on our way to the palace to have dinner with the king and queen and your to-be groom. you were planning to wear my most elegant dress, but then you thought why not some fun have? you chose another dress, which was almost as elegant – except it also happened to be backless. It was a dark blue dress with long sleeves and also a slit up my leg, stopping just below my thigh. you paired it with some earrings, a matching necklace and a pair of heels. you left my hair loose and it fell on my shoulders in waves. We walk into the dining room and you bow to the king and queen with a kind smile.

“You’ve become so beautiful”, the queen says as you stand.

“Thank you my queen”, you say with a smile.

The king and queen are so kind, and sweet and rule well. They’ve always helped my family so my father is indebted to them. That’s why he said yes when the king asked if he was willing to let his son marry you. Sometimes you wonder how they made such a brat of a son.

Just then the Dark Prince enters and the whole vibe in the room changes, that’s the kind of power he holds. He walks in, dripping in confidence and oozing in power. You can feel it. He looks stunning. He looks exquisite. He looks devastatingly handsome. He’s wearing a striped suit and a matching tie. But his suit blazer is actually cropped, making him taller. He’s wearing some chains and necklaces and it only adds to his dark image. His dark hair is styled so well, that it falls over his eyes, making him look even more alluring. His eyes are captivating and it’s so easy to get lost in his bewitching gaze. He looks at me and you lower my head, bowing. You look up and he’s still staring at you and you can feel his eyes going across every inch of your body, making you gulp softly.

We sit down to eat and you’re sitting opposite him. We eat and your father asks him a few questions and he answers them pretty well. you actually don’t say a word the entire time, because you don’t know what to say. But you can still feel his heavy gaze concentrated on you since you’ve been avoiding meeting his eyes on purpose. We finish dinner and the queen looks at you and speaks.

“Darling, I hope you’re alright, you haven’t said a word since we sat for dinner”, she asks, concerned.

“I’m fine my queen, don’t worry”, you say with a small smile to reassure the Queen.

“Oh Chan, take her out to the balcony, she could use some fresh air. And for god sake, be a man and get to know her, she’s going to be your bride”, the queen scolds him and you stifle your laughter at this.

you don’t think you’ve ever heard someone scold the prince like that. And you realise, that’s the first time you’ve heard his real name. He stands up and so do you. you spare a quick glance to your father and he nods. It takes you a second to realise that he’s holding out his hand, waiting for you to take it. you hesitate for a second but nonetheless link your arm in his and we walk out together. As we’re walking side by side, you realise how tall and built he actually is. Since you’re wearing heels, you almost match his height but without heels, he would tower over you. you can feel how strong his arm is already. You can smell the perfume he’s wearing and it’s intoxicating.

You mentally smack your head, telling yourself to stop with that kind of thought because that’s not what you were here for. We finally reach the balcony and you unlink your arm from him, putting some distance between you both as you turn to look at him.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, prince”, is all you manage to get out of my mouth. What else are you supposed to say? Hi you’re my groom to be but I hate you? I’m only doing it because my father would want it and also it would be crazy to turn down the prince. you don’t want the king to be offended.

“Same here. I believe we know each other, grown up together. I remember you”, he says.

“Ah yes, we used to go to the same school”, you reply.

“You look beautiful tonight”, he suddenly says, catching me off guard.

Did he just compliment me?

“Thank you. You look pretty handsome too my prince”, you reply.

I turn my head and look at the sky. The sky is filled with stars. The full moon is shining brightly in the night sky, illuminating the palace grounds. Tonight is beautiful.

“Do you want to get a closer look at the moon?” the prince asks me.

“What do you mean?” you ask, confused.

“We have a telescope, I can show you. You can get a closer look through it”.

“Really? Do you mind? Is that okay?” you ask, taking a step toward him, delight on your face.

“Sure, follow me my lady”,

We walk up a floor two floors and you’re struggling to keep pace with him. It’s not easy to climb stairs in heels and a long dress. He notices and slows down, taking your hand and guiding you. You try not to smile at his kind gesture. We finally enter the room and it’s fairly big, with a big telescope in the front pointing towards to opening at the ceiling. The prince walks in first and you close the door behind you as you enter.

“Oh and don’t close the door”, he says but it’s too late because you’ve already closed it.

“Will the king and queen be worried if the door’s closed?” you ask stupidly and move to open it but it doesn’t open.

He sighs. “No, it’s because the lock is broken and the door can only be opened from the outside he says.

“Oops”, you say, feeling dumb.

“So we’re stuck in here then?” you add.

“I’m sure one of the guards will find us. In the meanwhile I’ll show you the moon and the stars”, he says, walking towards the telescope. The room is actually dark, there’s no light in the room except for the small light of a small candle. You guess it’s so you can spot the stars and planets more easily. You can make out the faint silhouette of the prince in the dark and you walk and stand next to him, watching as he’s occupied himself in adjusting the telescope for you.

“Here”, he says, moving a bit so you can look in the telescope. You bend forward slightly and look through the small hole in the telescope, which shows you the beautiful sight of the moon. You can see the craters on the moon’s surface and it looks breathtaking really to see it like this. You must have been smiling because the prince asks, “Are that delighted?”, while chuckling.

You try to hide your smile but fail.

“I just really love the moon and stars”, you reply, trying to be calm.

“What do you think of me?” he asks, changing the topic. “You can be honest, I can handle the truth”, he adds, looking at me with a playful grin on his face.

“Well, I really don’t know. When I met you in school, you were really mean to me. You were an asshole actually, always making me cry, always saying things about me, and always beating me at everything. I actually hated you”, you say and he looks amused actually.

“Wow, it’s the first time someone’s called me an asshole”, he says in disbelief, but you can tell he’s enjoying this.

“But what you said right now is what you ‘thought’ of me. What do you think of me now after seeing me again after years”, he presses, taking a small step closer.

He was right. What you just described was what you used to think of the prince. You gulp and gather your thoughts but seeing the way he’s staring at you is making it hard for you to concentrate.

“I guess now after seeing you, I think you’ve become a bit better. You seem more mature. And you’re really handsome. You’ve always been handsome but you’re so alluring and captivating, it adds to your irresistible charm. I may still hate you a bit but I can’t help but be drawn to you. There’s something about you I can’t seem to get enough of and maybe I’m thinking it’s not such a bad idea to marry you after all”, you confess, your breath getting heavier as you say each word. You’ve been betrayed by my own mind because that’s now what you were supposed to say but it’s out anyway. “I still kind of hate you though”, you add quickly.

He takes another step closer and you move to take a step backward but your heel gets caught in your dress and you stumble. He quickly moves to catch you, his hand wrapping around your waist, pulling you towards him. And we’re dangerously close. You can feel the warmth of his hand on my bare back.

“Don’t you want to know what I think of you?” he questions, his gaze getting darker and heavier.

You nod helplessly, not being able to form words.

“I think…after seeing you again, a hunger in me has been reignited. You’ve become so beautiful and stunning. I almost couldn’t stop looking at you tonight”, he says. “And I think I should tell you the truth but I’ve always liked you. Even when we were in school, there was something about you. And I know you still hate me but I was childish and didn’t know how else to express my feelings so I ended up hurting you, and I deeply apologize for that. Looking back, that was a really dumb thing to do”, he says.

Wow. The last thing you expected was for the prince to apologize to you. This was a surprise. He’s changed…a lot.

“And now, I can’t help but fall for you even more. I hope we can put the past behind us?”

“S-sure yeah”, you mumble and he smirks.

He tugs you closer to him once again and your breath catches. Your hand rests on his chest and we’re so, so close.

“My prince, what are you doing?” You ask, getting nervous.

“This”, he says, connecting his lips to yours.

It takes you a moment to register that he’s kissing you. The prince was kissing you. His lips are soft and gentle. He kisses you softly, like he’s unsure whether you’re okay or not and you find that sweet. You kiss him back and that’s all the approval he needs to kiss you deeper. His hand wraps around your waist, his fingers touching your bare back, making you shiver. You wrap your hand around his neck and move your lips against his. He was an incredible kisser you think.

Finally, he pulls away, breathless and looks at you.

“You don’t know how many times I’ve imagined kissing you”, he says, his voice deeper now. “Gosh, you’re gorgeous”, he whispers and kisses you again but a bit harder this time, with more passion.

You can’t seem to stop kissing him either. Maybe because a part of you has always imagined what kissing him would feel like, and now that it’s actually happening, that part of you doesn’t want it to stop. He takes a step backwards and he moves you back until your back hits the cold wall and he’s pinning you against the wall. Both his hands are on the wall on either side of your body. Your leg is exposed but you don’t really care about it. All you can think about is him and the way his lips feel on yours.

“You wore this dress on purpose didn’t you, to have some fun”, he teases, kissing your cheek, and leaving a trail of kisses on your jawline. You melt in his hands. He leaves soft kisses on my collarbone and that’s when you realise what we’re actually doing.

“What if someone walks in”, you ask, your voice coming out all breathy and high.

“They won’t remember, we’re locked in here”, he answers, pressing his lips to yours once more. You sigh into the kiss and your hands tangle in his soft hair. With each kiss, he seems to be losing control, his hands roaming my body, pushing me harder against the wall. You push off his suit jacket and it falls to the ground. We make out for another two minutes before you speak again.

“Are you sure a guard is going to find us? What if we’re stuck in here all night?” You ask, worried.

“Well then good for us”, he says mischievously. You give him a look and just then you hear someone call out from outside.

“Dark prince? Lady? Are you here?” a voice calls out.

“Speak of the devil”, the prince says, looking at you. He kisses you one last time before pulling away but you grab him by his tie and pull him forward again, kissing him for the final time. He takes a step back.

“You should get yourself together. Anyone can tell you’re probably doing something…or who knows what else they’ll think”, he says and you actually can’t believe he said that. You let out a scoff.

“Talk for yourself, go make yourself presentable”, you reply. His tie is undone and loose, his shirt which was neatly tucked in pulled out here and there and a few buttons of his shirt undone too. His suit jacket is thrown on the floor, his hair is dishevelled and a mess. His cheeks are flushed but no doubt yours are too. You run your hands through your hair and dust off your dress while he tucks in his shirt and runs a hand through his hair. He picks up his jacket and swiftly puts it on, dusting it one last time.

“Dark prince? Lady?” the voice calls out and he replies this time.

“We’re in here”, the Prine says.

I hear the door knob rattle and open and the guard seems relieved to see us.

“I seem to have lost you, I apologize”, the guard says upon seeing us both.

“It’s okay, no worries. I was just showing the lady the moon from the telescope”, he says, turning his head to you and giving you a small wink. You felt my cheeks burn up again.

“Sorry, it’s my fault, I didn’t know the door lock was broken and I closed the door”, you add.

“The king and queen request both of your presence”, the guard says.

The guard leads us outside and we walk back down the stairs to the hall. You link my hand in his and as we walk together, this night shall be one you won’t forget.

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kpop1magines · 1 month

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My first story!

Concept: High School drama, fluff

Pairing: Jeongin (Stray Kids) x Reader

Part: 1

Foreword: Hello! I hope you guys are doing well. I'm really sorry that I didn't post last Friday. I had a story, but when I finished and read it, it was horrible (no like actually). Yeah, and I had to delete it all and start again. The concept is similar, but I just changed the story a bit, to make it better. And this is going to be a series now, so I'll post part 2 next week. I hope you'll enjoy!

You were just quietly sitting alone, waiting for class to start. Like usual, nobody was talking to you. But you actually kinda liked sitting alone, because you could study in peace. The girls behind you where whispering and you heard your name in the conversation. You were pretty sure, that nothing good was said about you. But then the teacher entered and everyone fell silent. She started to talk: "A new student will join us now, so please be nice to him." She looked at the door and a cute boy walked in. "Hello, I'm Jeongin and I hope to be friends with you guys!" he said with a big smile. He started to walk towards your table and you were shocked, when he sat in the seat next to you. "Hi, can I sit here?" he asked. You answered: "Well, you're already sitting and besides, why do you wanna sit with me anyway?" He looked suprised for a second and then answered: "Why wouldn't I want to sit with you, you seemed like a nice and smart person, so I thought we could be friends!" You sighed. If he wanted to sit with you, then he could. You were sure, that he would sit somewhere else in just a week.

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When school ended, you rushed outside and started to walk home, when someone started to call your name. You turned around and saw Jeongin running towards you. "Y/n wait up!" he shouted. When he reached you, you asked: "What do you want?" He shrugged and said: "Do you wanna walk home together?" You just started walking and Jeongin took it as a yes. He started to talk and you just listened. At some point, you started to talk as well and you guys talked until you reached your house. "I guess I'll be going now. But by the way, where do you live?" Jeongin pointed to the house over the street and said: "There, I live there. Isn't that cool that we live so close? We can walk to school next week together." "Yeah, I'd love that." you answered and you felt your cheeks getting warmer. Jeongin smiled at you and said: "Well, see you on Monday! And I'll give you my number, so we can discuss, when we'll get going." And then he took out a marker and took your arm. He was scribbling something on it and when he finished, you saw that it was his phone number. "Call me, kay?" he said and ran to his house. You thought he was pretty childish for his age, but you didn't care. You needed a friend anyway.

To be continued…

Afterword: Okay, so I hope you enjoyed this story. Part two will come next Friday. Oki, I luv u guys sooo much, bye!

#stray kids #jeongin #i.n #i.n skz #i.n x reader #i.n stray kids #skz #kpop #first post #first story #jeongin x reader #jeongin x you #jeongin x y/n

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grokebaby · 7 months

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HAIII ME AGAINNN

Just wanted to pass by and ask: Where are Mewmew's kits now ? They musta grown quite a bit since that photo, so I'm kinda curious myself :33 How's their relationship with m too ? Is it good ? Do they know Bout Evie in the house ?

Hiiiii you can read more on tha kittens here and here :3

Here's also some art I done of them!

[Two slight updates on the kittens' (adult) names but Goop is now Goog, and Turbotuho goes by just Turbo! Other than that there's not too much new.]

•Googy (Mew Jr.), as mentioned somewhere in the fuzzy past, is a housecat for good. Yes, they're on the same level mentally as Mewmew and everyone else, and also has the option to choose to develop some kind of alternative mecha mode. But they completely choose not to, and so remain in cat mode indefinitely. Mew Jr. Is fully content to live as a normal pet cat until the end of time (or until their.. Humans pass away from old age..) Junior is a laidback personality who envied normal cats in their kittenhood and thus made the decision to become one as much as possible. Cannot be convinced to adopt some alt form and is rarely in contact with their siblings. However Turbo misses them sometimes, and Goog has the ability to use a phone (opposable thumbs you see), so they call sometimes. Mewmew is completely accepting of this lifestyle choice, if not very distant to Mew Jr...

•Captain Tiramisu and Turbo are living a space opera/cheesy scifi drama somewhere in the far off cosmos, and they're very close! They're each other's emotional support, even if they're perpetually bickering. Similarly to Mew Jr., they both chose the kind of external mode that they personally found the absolute coolest, and live in robot mode almost exclusively. Turbo is more keen to kitty around every so often tho, for comfort reasons. Turbo is the sweet optimist of the two, and loves breaking stuff. An absolute biting fiend as a cat. Love language is biting (Cap'n Tiramisu also bites but not lovingly).

There's no nicer way to say this but Tiramisu is an egotistical, petty brat. While Turbo is more of a follower personality, they do also blatantly and stubbornly make their own choices and turns along the way. Many people often wonder how these two can stand each other, but Turbo often comforts Tiramisu when things don't go their way and occasionally enables their bombastic revenge plots, and Tiramisu will violently explode you if you're mean to their baby sibling. Turbo likes to test Captain's patience (making them a better person by pettily not leaving them any other choice sometimes), and Captain "Mom friend anxiety hack"s* their way to helping Turbo take care of, or stand up for themself more. *(aka. Oh no I'm too nervous to do this thing. Oh, you're also too nervous to do this thing? I'll fucking do it double for you then!!!)

Both are neurodivergent so they also assist each other in whatever the other can't do. Despite having many petty and childish traits to them, these two make it work.

•Relationship with Mewmew can be summed up with:

Captain Tiramisu - Geez mom/dad, you're embarrassing meeeeee.... Ugh... Fine. I love you.. Yeah yeah I'll send you a post card from the milkyway association's holiday hotel.. Yeah of course I won't get into trouble (gets into trouble as soon as they depart)

Turbo - Oh weee yuppeee It's mom/dad ^~^ so here's everything I've been up to since we last saw (talks for three hours), sorry I didn't call you I forgot, wow you're so cool I love you, and Tiramisu and Mew Jr. Love you too. Okay bye, I wanna go do something now! I'll call you (forgets to call.)

Admittedly they've gotten distant with adulthood.

•To address the.. Evie in the room, I will just say that none of the kittens know of Mewmews life during the galactic alliance, they only know Mewmew "did something in the military but quit to pursue a peaceful life". The kits were born after quitting. They do know of Evilicus, as that scary dark lord that was defeated long ago, and they actually do community service sometimes for planets that Evie's reign has left scarred and ravaged. They however definitely haven't been in touch with Mewmew recently enough to know Evie is roommates now lolol

Thank you for the ask!!! ^w^

#Ask #Mew Jr #Lore #Mewmew Agricola #Turbo Agricola #Captain Tiramisu #I expanded and refreshed their characters a little!#Admittedly I might still work on them since they've been left on the side #But I like what I've got so far! I think #Turbo and Tiramisus dynamic is basically just #Turbo: please don't kill them ok I know they were annoying but it's not right #Tira: I will kill them. Plotting their downfall right now.#Turbo: Well alright.. I don't agree with you but I respect your decision and autonomy... Do I have to help?#Tira: Yes.#Turbo: no.#Tira:... Ok #Tira:.... I'll just beat them up then.#Turbo: Yay ^~^

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sweetkakashihatake47 · 10 months

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Hello! I love thinking that Kakashi really loves Sakura, even now in Boruto. Your posts make me so happy! But I often think about the fact that Kakashi maybe sees Rin in Sakura, and so maybe canonically he has been loving Rin and not Sakura. That’s why he pushes for Sasuke and Sakura being together. On the other hand, even if Sakura really cares of Kakashi, she can not be over her teenage crush for Sasuke. That’s why Kakashi and Sakura didn’t happen. And Kishi needed Sakura for Sasuke redemption. Do you think this is correct? Thank you.

Hi Anon,

thanks so much for your question....for me personally SasuSaku feels as if pushed ...I feel its a fanservice. Nothing more. I call it the irony pairing. I dont consider them husband and wife ..since they did not have a official wedding. Like Naruto and Hinata had! Sakura has gotten what she feared the most ..and why she ..in my opinion ..did choose Sasuke! Yes ..I get it ..she likes him still because he is cool and such. But ..I feel ..that the main purpose why Sakura has chosen Sasuke is ..what Kakashi has said to Sasuke at the end of the great fourth Ninja war. Yes ...exactly ..she does not want to win his heart over ...but she wants to save him. She has chosen him out of fear of loosing him again ..and out of fear ..that he could choose the dark path again. That is what I am convinced of. Kakashi knows Sakura so well ..it baffles me ..to be honest! And that is also why I believe that she is so important to him! Dont know what Kishi had in mind. But for me there is no doubt. If a man ..can read a woman so well ...understands her ...this is ..a sign ..that he loves her ..cares for her. Sakura spent 10 to 12 years ..mostly alone ...and Sasuke has helped the Hokage and the village ...from outside. Sasuke prefered loneliness over his family and his relationship with Sakura. And still ...he rather spends time with Naruto ...to discuss matters of political interest ...than greeting Sakura. In my opinion ..Sakura has not much grown over the years. Mainly ....her massive bursts of tantrums. I tolerated her behaviour ..when she was younger ..but now ...I find it rather a sign of childish immature behaviour on her part. In my opinion ..Kakashi at her side ..she would have overcome ...this traits. I feel the same as you do ...Kakashi saw Sakura often as Rin...but I dont think over all. I believe he knew ..how different they both were. I also think ..yes indeed ..Sakura was chosen for Sasuke ...for redemption...its exactly what Kakashi has stated to Sasuke ...and has rooted for them both. But I also believe ..Kishi did a fanservice here! And ..the irony is ..I dont believe ..that this pairing is all that happy I am stunned ...that in Boruto ..there are still those subtle hints ..of Kakashi being ...worried about a Sakura ..and jealous and angry at Sasuke. At how Sasuke lacks ...social skills ..doesnt know how to treat daughter and wife and abandones them. I dont think ..that Kakashi would have wished that to happen for Sakura. I come to think of the expression Kakashi makes ...when Sasuke says good bye to Sakura and her ..willing to go with Sasuke again! Kakashi clearly points out to Sasuke ..that by law ...he now would see the prison walls. That is a fact and also Canon ..plus his facial expression he makes ...when seeing her all over Sasuke again. I am more than convinced ..that it did hurt him ...deep down ..but Kakashi is sooo good in supressing his feelings his wishes and his longings. I hope you are satisfied with my answer....🥰

#kakashihatake #sakurahanuro

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glamoureddreamer · 1 year

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Spooky month (Skid and teen sibling Reader)

Warnings: bullying, swear words, kids getting lost, blood, violence, bruises (please let me know if I’ve missed anything)

I hope you all enjoy I hope you all have a great day! Remember to take care of yourselves!

Skid runs in a circle around his older sibling's feet while cheering.

“Skid.” (Y/n) laughs. “Stop or you’ll be sick.”

Lila comes into the room, she chuckles seeing Skid fall onto his butt. He holds his head trying to lessen the dizziness.

“What’s going on here you two?” Skid shakes the dizziness out of his head and jumps up.

“(Y/n) is coming trick or treating with me and Pump!”

Skid does the spooky month dance. Lila smiles putting a hand over her heart. She grabs Skid picking him up and pulls (Y/n) into a hug.

“Aw! My two babies, hanging out!” (Y/n) laughs as she begins to pepper his kids with kisses.

“Mom.” (Y/n) tries to escape with a smile. Lila hands Skid over to (Y/n).

She steps a few feet back and pulls out her phone.

“Okay okay- but just one picture.” (Y/n) smiles as Skid wraps his arms around his older sibling. Skid gives a great big smile and the phone flashes. Lila looks at her phone

“Aw, you two are so cute. My babies are growing up.” Lila says with tears in her eyes, she pulls them into another hug.

There was a small knock at the door pulling them out of their moment.

“That’s probably Pump!” Skid yells jumping out of (Y/n)’a arms and onto the floor.

“(Y/n)! come on!” He pulls on his sibling's hand, trying to drag them to the door.

“You're too fast for me kid.” They chuckle.

“Your not that old!” (Y/n) bursts out laughing. Lila smiles as Skid reaches for the door, he opens it. Sure enough, Pump was there.

“Pump!”

“Skid!” The two run out to the sidewalk and talk waiting for (Y/n).

“You two have fun and be safe! I love you both!” Lila yells so that Skid could hear.

“Bye, mom!” Skid yells back.

“See you later mom, I love you too.”

(Y/n) waves bye before shutting the door and jogs up to Skid and Pump on the sidewalk.

“Hi (Y/n).” Pump waves, he had a pumpkin bag in his hand.

“Hey Pump, ready to get some candy?”

“Yes! It’s the spooky month!” Pump yells doing the spooky month dance, Skid joins in. (Y/n) chuckles at their childishness.

“Come on (y/n) do the spooky month dance!”

(Y/n) smiles and does spooky month dance for a moment.

“Yay!” Both kids cheer.

“Let’s get going you goofballs.” The two stop immediately and run to the house opposite of Skid’s. (Y/n) walks them around the neighborhood first, watching them run up to doors screaming trick or treat, then do the spooky month dance and then run back.

“Hey you two, guess what?”

“What?” Skid asks.

“What?” Pump asks echoing.

“I brought two extra pillowcases in case you fill yours up.”

“Wow!”

“Thank you (Y/n)!” They finally get to the park which was the main event of tonight. The town had decided to do a trunk or treat in the park.

“Okay, you two some quick rules before going in.” Pump and Skid’s heads drop as they let out a sad ‘Aw’.

(Y/n) chuckles. “I hate rules too, I only have one rule though.”

“Just don’t leave my sight okay?”

Pump and Skid nod with smiles, they were obviously excited.

“Alright that’s it, let's go.” The three of them walk in, there were more people than (Y/n) had thought there was going to be. (Y/n) frowns.

“Hey Skid, Pump maybe we should come ba-“ (Y/n) looks down, Pump and Skid were nowhere to be seen. They look around thinking maybe the boys were already at a car. However, neither of them could be seen.

“God damn it.”

“Pump?” Skid asks looking around, he seemed slightly worried.

“Yeah?”

“Where is (Y/n)?” Both kids stop and Pump joins him in looking around.

“I don’t know.” He shrugs.

“We have to find them before they get mad!” Pump spots where they came in back, they had wandered far.

“Look there’s the front, maybe (Y/n) is still there.”

“Good idea Pump!” They try to make their way to the front through the ocean of people. They were almost there when someone grabs onto their shirts and pulls them into a remote spot.

“Hey, freaks.” It was Roy, he seemed very upset.

“Hey, Roy!” Skid smiles giving a little wave, trying to be friendly.

“Shut the fuck up, you freak,” Roy yelled, his two friends stood behind him looking rather bored.

“You're going to pay for getting me in trouble.” And with that Skid was punched in the gut making the kid whimper in pain and drop to the ground with a small thud.

“Skid!” Pump drops to his friend's side. Roy grabs ahold of Skid's shirt and lifts him pulling the boy close. Pump tries to make Roy let go of Skid by punching him, but he fails. Roy kicks Pumps side, Pump falls with a cry.

“Fucking freak.” Roy sneers punching Skid in the face a few times. Skid was crying in pain using his weak arms to try and get Roy to let go.

“Roy let's just go.” Ross mumbles, Roy glares at him. Once he’s sure Ross wasn’t going to speak up again, he turns back to Skid. Skid manages to spit in his face.

“Bully.”

Roy pulls his hand back in pure rage, Skid flinches fearing for the worst.

A fist collides with Roy’s face, making him drop skid. Roy doubles over holding his now bloody nose.

He stands up angrily “WHO!-“

In front of the two spooky month kids stood an angry teen. Their sleeves were rolled up a look of pure anger on their face. It scared Roy.

“Stay the fuck away from my little brother and his friend or I’ll do worse than break your nose.” (Y/n) warns lowly. Roy’s eyes widen as he takes a step back in fear.

His voice was shaky. “L-lets go.” He signals for his friends to follow. Once Roy and his friends were gone, (Y/n) drops to Skid’s side. Skid was still crying he was holding his stomach with one hand and with the other he held his face. Through the fabric of the mask (Y/n) could see blood. (Y/n) sighs knowing they couldn’t help Skid physically until he calmed down. (Y/n) pulls Skid into a hug, and they rub their little brother's back. Pump joins in hugging Skid from behind. In no time at all Skid had calmed down, Pump was the first to pull away.

“Can I see where he hurt you?” (Y/n) asks

“Promise not to touch it.” Skid’s voice was still broken.

“I promise.”

Skid pulls off his mask his bob haircut was a mess, from always wearing it. (Y/n) brushes it out of his face, and looks over the wounds. He had a bruise forming over his eye, a busted lip and his nose was bleeding. (Y/n) felt their heartache.

“Shit.”

(Y/n) grabs the hum of their own sleeve, they lick a bit of it, and wipe the blood off of his face. They reach into one of their candy bags and pulls out a cold water bottle.

“Here hold this against your eye.” Skid takes it and hisses at the coldness.

“I know bud, can I check your stomach?”

“Pump you too.” Skid nods while Pump gives a small cheery ‘sure’. They lift their shirts, Thankfully Skid’s wound was just red, with no bruise forming. However, Pump’s side has a small yet very purple bruise.

(Y/n) pauses. “Okay let’s..”

“Let’s get you two home so we can probably care of your wounds.” They sigh running their fingers through their hair in stress.

Pump and Skid whine.

“(Y/n) we’re not done yet!”

“I know but..” They stare at (Y/n) with puppy dog eyes, and (Y/n) bites their lip.

They huff in annoyance, giving up.

“Okay, we’ll meet in the middle. How about we go to the candy store and then go home?”

Pump and Skid exchanged looks before Skid jumps up bouncing with excitement.

“Thank you (Y/n)!” They both say with smiles. (Y/n) smiles and stands up helping both boys up grab their candy.

“Hey (Y/n)?” Skid asks grabbing their hand looking up at them.

“Yeah?”

“Can I have a shoulder ride?”

“Oh! Me too!” Pump asks excitedly.

(Y/n) chuckles. “Sure why not?”

(Y/n) kneels on the ground letting both boys climb onto their shoulders.

“Thank you (Y/n)!” Both of them smile, (Y/n) stands up and begins to head to the candy store.

“Heh, you are welcome.”

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