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[volterraqueen]

Cleaning and Kisses ~ Arthur Shelby One-Shot

A/N ~ After coming out of a depression spell and some health problems, here is a little something for Arthur. I hope you all enjoy! And once again, I apologize for any grammar or formatting issues.

Summary ~ Arthur comes into the Garrison after a slow day. A kiss and sweet moment is shared.

Dedicated to @a-libra-writes . I swear everytime I see them post I get obsessed with the Peaky Blinders again. Never fails. But for real check out her works!! They are beyond amazing.

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It was an unusually quiet night at the Garrison. The tables that were normally filled shoulder to shoulder with men who just got off work, or had nothing better to do were vacant. The handful of stragglers that made their way in sat in booths, spaced out enough for you to know they didn’t want to be bothered. Not that you were complaining anyway, it was a rare treat to have such a slow night after the sun set on the grimy streets of Small Heath.

You took advantage of the lack of customers by taking inventory of the backroom. Taking your time to carefully count the bottles, and dust off the shelves they sat on. From the amount of dust on your rag and all over your clothes, it had definitely been a while. You scribbled a note for Harry, telling him what needed to be ordered. Along with a small complaint about the accumulation of dust that still sat in your lungs.

While that made most of your night fly by, it brought you here. Standing at the bar, cleaning the same glasses, wiping down the same unused tables. While Tommy had forbidden singing, it hadn’t stopped you from humming in the pub. It seemed to be the only sound you could hear this slow night.

Until the door opened.

With how sudden the sound cut into your silence, you nearly jumped out of your skin. A small gasp escaped your lips as the glass in your hand nearly slipped out of your hands.

Your face grew red with embarrassment as you looked up to Arthur Shelby’s amused smirk. Of course it was him. The Shelby who had caught your eye the moment you met.

“After you pull yourself together love, give me the usual ‘eh.” Arthur slid into the bar chair closest to your position. Tapping his knuckles against the wood, as he slipped his blinder cap off.

Within moments a glass and a bottle of some of the more expensive whiskey was in front of the eldest Shelby. With how often he sat with you at the counter, it was second nature. Arthur was quick to pour himself a glass and down it just as fast. Two more followed as the few other patrons paid their respects to Arthur and quickly left the pub. Leaving the two of you alone.

“Better savor that bottle Mr.Shelby. It’s the last bottle until Harry gets some more in.” You teased Arthur, as you walked to the front of the pub, locking the door as the clock struck 10. As you started to do a final wipe down of the tables, Arthur turned in his chair to face you. Letting his gaze linger as you moved from table to table. You couldn’t help but shoot him a wink once your eyes connected.

“Ow’ many times I gotta tell you love? Call me Arthur.” He took another drink and shed his coat, before getting up.

Arthur made his way to you within three strides, eager to be close to you. Coming up behind you, he gently put his bruised and calloused hands on your shoulders. Rubbing them slightly before turning you around to face him. Putting your rag on the table, you hands found their way up to Arthur’s face. You gently cradled his face, and studied it for any new cuts or bruises. With thankfully none to be found.

“No one put their hands on me today love. Jus’ your lovely ones.” Arthur assured you. His eyes strayed away from yours and he shifted his feet. Still not used to someone genuinely caring about his well-being. Taking your hand you calmly smoothed back his hair and brought his eyes back to meet yours again.

You looked up at your lover with warm wide eyes and the sweet smile he fell in love with. It was moments just like this that silenced the demons in his head. That made him just a normal man, with a woman whom he loved more than the world itself. No words needed to be spoken in these private moments. He groaned before leaning down to kiss you.

Arthur’s lips were warm, with a whiskey after taste as he eagerly pressed them against yours. He couldn’t stand the distance no matter how small between you when you smiled at him like that. Absolutely irresistible.

You melted into his kiss. Wrapping your arms around his neck, just wanting him to be as close as possible, feel every part of him that you could in this moment. Arthur grew eager deepening the kiss and slipping his tongue in your mouth. One hand held you steady on the back of your neck, his other on your hip. It was such an intoxicating feeling. His mouth. His hands. If you weren’t so in the moment the small moans you let out in-between the kisses would absolutely embarrass you.

Arthur’s lips stirred something deep in you. The passion and intensity made you dizzy with love and lust. Just one kiss drove you absolutely mad, pressing your body tightly against his, pulling at the collar of his shirt. A far change from your usually calm demeanor. Arthur’s hand roughly gripping your hip and ever so slowly trying to move your dress up intensified this feeling. But fuck. You were still at work. Much to both of your disappointment, you abruptly pulled away, gasping for air, and trying to regain your posture.

“I gotta put up these chairs and sweep darling. Then I’m all yours the rest of the night.” You murmured. Taking a small step back you smoothed out the wrinkles in your dress, fixed the small bit of hair Arthur’s hands messed with. Little did you know, seeing you all flustered and shy, with swollen lips and desire in your eyes absolutely made Arthur almost primal. He wasn’t going to give you the chance to get too far from him.

You couldn’t help but let out a small squeak as Arthur picked you up and wrapped your legs around him as he made his way to the backroom. “ARTHUR SHELBY!” You playfully yelled at him, lightly wiggling in his arms. He wasn’t listening to your scolding about doing your job right, and how Harry would chew her out the next morning. The only thing on his mind was the smell of your perfume and how good your neck and collarbone felt on his lips.

“Tell you what love, I’m gonna take you back here and bend you over. After you’re fucked out and cleaned up, I’ll clean up out here yeah?”

#peaky blinders #megan writes #one of my husbands #arthur shelby #arthur shelby imagine #peaky blinder imagine #arthur shelby x reader #peaky blinders fanfic #peaky blinders x reader

[loisinherlane]

@mamawasatesttube going off about Robin Kon and making me need to write things...

Conner Wayne is supposedly a distant relative of Bruce's. He met Tim a few times while Tim had been staying at Wayne Manor. He's accompanying Bruce to the funeral. These are the facts that Bruce had laid out, and Kon had memorized them well.

He hopes he won't have to use them at all, as he doesn't think he can handle it. Tim's father went for an open casket, which is all well and good, since the gas didn't seem to damage the outside. The boy lying in the casket looks perfectly fine, except for the fact that he's dead.

The eyes are closed, which is probably for the best, since that would only hammer home how dead he was, but Kon feels bitter about it. Even in death, he'd never gotten to look him in the eyes. There are pictures of Tim Drake lining the walls, a baby in his mother's arms, a little boy holding an action figure, an older boy dressed for a middle school graduation. They all have bright eyes.

Kon can't show an excess of grief. Bruce had given a whole speech before they left about an acceptable amount of emotion to show. Conner may have known Tim, but he didn't know him well enough to break down at his funeral.

It felt blatantly untrue. Kon knew Tim. Well, he'd known Robin, which was mostly the same thing. Except it wasn't. Kon knew the leader, the bossy, stubborn, independent Wonder Boy. Rob recorded his show for him. Rob yelled at him when he did something reckless in the field. Rob always had to be right. Kon had never met Tim Drake, who by all accounts was a bright, personable young man. He could be a bit of a dork himself, judging by the photos and stories his friends were telling, but he wasn't much like the guy Kon knew as Robin.

They were the same boy. Tim had just had to hide, from both sides. Kon wished he could have met Tim.

Tim's father keeps his wheelchair next to the casket, so when Bruce goes up to say his condolences and Kon follows, he comes face-to-face with the man Tim had given his life for. They don't look too much alike. They have the same dark hair, and there's something in the set of the eyes that makes Kon see Tim forty years from now. Tim will never reach forty years from now.

"Conner met Tim a few times," Bruce is saying. "He had to express how sorry he was."

"Yeah," Kon says absently. "I'm... I'm sorry. He seemed like a nice guy. I wanted to see him again the next time I visited."

Tim's father doesn't really smile, but he nods. "If only Robin had saved him instead of me," he says.

"If only," Kon thinks, hating this man for something Tim had done. He can't say it. He stays quiet.

#megan writes #not exactly what you were thinking rimi but i hope you enjoy it either way <3

[missthornbirds]

how to explain to my therapist that writing about ichiruki is actually very healing for me as someone w relationship/romantic….troubles

#like idk it’s just something about Them #slowly walking through how they fall in love is just so..nice 😭 #ichiruki #megan writes

[thousand-page-dreams]

Aaron fingered the embroidered initials on K.C.’s jacket. "When you were out of the room awhile ago, I tried on your letterman jacket. All the football players' girlfriends wear them and I could pretend to be yours for a moment.”

K.C. took both Aaron's hands. They looked small nestled inside the other boy's wide palms.

“You might be able to wear it soon; I came out to the team,” K.C. said.

-snippet from my novel

#writeblr #wtwcommunity #writing community #amwriting #lgbt fiction #ya fiction #glass butterflies #megan writes

[thebookquotes]

Love doesn't always mean fireworks. Sometimes love is a slow burn that keeps you warm, and sometimes it's a bonfire that can't be contained.

Megan Hart, All the Secrets We Keep

#books and libaries #book quotes #bookblr #quotes #lit #spilled ink #poetry #literature #original #zitat #thoughts #writing #words #text #megan hart

[nahimjustfeelingit-writes]

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#thee stallion #megan thee stallion #glorilla #real hot girl shit #nahimjustfeelingit-writes

[hugsandchaos]

The Young Justice team (including Phantom) gets help from two very well known ghost hunters. Phantom was informed about this, obviously, and that the two ghost hunters had been repeatedly told not to attack him. He was feeling surprisingly calm about meeting them. His new friends would be there to help him even if things went wrong.

Except nobody told him their names were Maddie and Jack Fenton.

#danny phantom #dp x dc #dp x yj #dp prompt #yj x dp #dc x dp #dc x dp crossover #dc x dp prompt #dc x dp writing prompt #dp x dc crossover #dp x dc prompt #yj conner #yj megan #yj kid flash #yj #dp #Maddie Fenton #Jack Fenton #he's a phantom

[dandelion-jester]

Started reading The Queen's Thief series and let me just say that I've not been able to read a physical book in months! I've been living off audiobooks. But this 300 page complaint from a bitchy little thief has me HOOKED! I'm speeding through it, it's so good!

#the thief #the queens thief #megan whalen turner #writing #writeblr #writer #fantasy #books #author #reader #reading #tbr #reading slump

[meggannn]

Burnt Blood Melinoë & Zagreus | 3k | general | thanks to @kesla for betaing!!

Melinoë’s long-awaited family reunion does not go as planned, and she returns to the Crossroads with enough strength to bring only one person back. Nobody warned her that her brother’s returns to the Underworld have always been a bit… macabre.

Excerpt:

Zagreus awoke with a jerk, eyes wide open to the heavens. One hand clutched for a missing weapon; the other shot up to his throat. He turned his head and spit up onto the grass.

“Oh,” he croaked, “it’s dry.”

Melinoë stared at him. “I’m sorry?”

He ran a hand through his hair, shaking it quickly, as if on instinct. “This isn’t the Pool of Styx.”

“No, young lord,” Hecate’s deep voice replied from somewhere outside her vision; she only had eyes for her brother. “I am the Witch of the Crossroads, Hecate. Be welcome in my domain.”

“Pleasure, Lady Hecate.” He closed his eyes again and leaned into the ground, wincing. “Sorry. I would bow, but I’m not quite sure why I’m horizontal. I normally bounce back from death faster than this.”

#hades #hades 2 #megan writes fic #zagreus #melinoë

[nanowrimo]

Write Meow! 4 Writing Tips Cats Teach Us

Did you know cats have a lot of wisdom about the writing process? It's because of their cat lifestyles! NaNo Participant Megan Jenkins lets us know what our wise cat friends can teach us about writing.

“Cats are too human-like,” my friend complained while explaining to my cat-lady-self why she’s a dog person. I laughed, but after pondering my cat’s behavior, I realized just how much cats can teach us about becoming a better human, and more importantly, a better writer. (Arguably.)

Here are a few writing lessons we can learn from cats.

1. Have a Routine

As someone who rolled her eyes at this advice for years, I still cannot believe that my cat hoodwinked me into a morning routine. 

My cat was right though. 

Writing for 15 minutes during my cat’s breakfast has me writing more than ever before. While 15 minutes may not seem like a lot, giving yourself prompts for the next session and having consistent sessions helps you accomplish more than you would think.

Also, cats are great accountability partners. If you stray from their routine, they will meow loudly and slap you with their paw. (Or is that just my cat?)

2. Take Breaks

Before my cat, my writing process was to write for hours at a time on a random weekend day. This process was exhausting and made me feel like I had to block an entire day for writing, which is becoming increasingly impossible. 

However, cats inherently know the importance of taking breaks and stepping away from screens, which is why they sit in front of our keyboards and computers when we spend too much time on them (I assume). 

One way to remember to take breaks is to participate in writing sprints, in which writers write together for a set time. 

For any fellow introverts, the Pomodoro Technique, in which you work for 25 minutes then break for 5 minutes with a longer break after four rounds, has been shown to increase productivity. 

You might hesitate to try sprints or Pomodoro like I did because you love to emerge yourself in your writing for hours. However, I have found that both methods have built my endurance, allowing me to write longer. 

Plus, the frequent breaks to entertain my cat prevent her from hijacking my keyboard. 

3. Prioritize Meals

Cats are grazers, meaning they eat several small meals throughout the day, which they do not like to miss. 

Unlike my cat, I skipped meals all the time. I couldn’t be like Pippin in The Lord of the Rings asking for second breakfast while on an important quest!

However, modeling my cat, I now prioritize my eating. While it may not work for everyone, eating throughout the day gives me energy to write after work, not just rewatch The Lord of the Rings.

Since you are likely not on a quest to eliminate all evil, try prioritizing eating, like cats (and hobbits) do, and see how it impacts your writing. 

4. Focus on the Present

Do you sometimes focus so much on the past or the future that you forget about the present? I do. With NaNoWriMo especially, I tend to over-plan and dwell on any minor failures. 

Cats don’t do this. Cats live in the present, and while cats learn from their past, they do not dwell on their failures or worry about the future. Instead, cats deal with problems when they arise.

Similarly, do not torture yourself if you have a bad writing day (or week or month) or worry about every what-if. Instead, use the past to improve your current writing session.

As NaNoWriMo begins, I hope what I have learned from cats’ behavior helps remind you to have a healthier relationship with writing, which is ultimately the goal of NaNoWriMo. Besides the 50k.

Megan is a business risk and control advisor at a financial institution. The rest of her time, she spends dreaming of fantastical places. Her love for language led her to obtain a BA in English with a concentration in professional writing and an MA in Technical Communication and Rhetoric. When she is not writing, reading, or editing, she also enjoys traveling, watching movies, and spending time with her family and cat, Sophie. Connect with her on Linkedin or Goodreads!

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#nanowrimo #writing #writing advice #writing tips #writer's life #by nano guest #megan jenkins

[volterraqueen]

DayDreaming ~ Alec Volturi One-Shot

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A/N ~ Angst normally isn't my bag but this has been floating around my head for a while. Hope you all enjoy this little blurb :) I apologize in advance for the spacing and the grammar.

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The sun had begun setting over the rolling Volterra hills, easing the heat that beat down on the city and the people that recided in it.

As if the tourists were following the sun, the road out of the ancient city was quickly filled with cars and tour busses. As the sun died so did the festives that drew people in every couple months.

Your back was pressed against the stone wall that wrapped around Volterra, keeping you cool as you watched the many people leave the city. A look of longing etched into your face as the vehicles grew further into the distance. You had day dreamed for many months to be in one of those cars. To just be a normal human on vacation, enjoying the beauty of a new city. Only leaving with a sunburn and an full stomach.

But that was just a day dream. One you would keep forever, close to your heart. Because you could never leave.

Movement out of the corner of your eye broke you out of your thoughts. Turning your head was a familiar black form sitting soundlessly beside you. A right hand slipped off his hood reveling the immortal who had kidnapped you to this city.

Alec.

"This is a very unexpected place to find you darling."

Keeping your eyes in the distance you pulled your knees to chest without a response.

"You had me very worried. Normally you stay within the walls." Alec's voice was gentle, but laced with worry. His finger tips gently caressed your shoulder, moving up to brush against your cheek. You flinched at his touch.

Alec truly cared for you and very much wanted you to be happy. Even if the situation at hand makes that difficult for the both of you. He knew you would never forgive him for stealing you from your home and family.

Tears prickled at your eyes as you thought of a response. Your mouth opening for a small moment before closing again. Alec didn't care he was hurting you now. Trapping you in this city you could never get away from.

"I just... needed some space... away from everything." Your voice began to crack. "I'm sorry for worrying you."

You waited for his response, but Alec never gave one. He mearly kept it gaze on you, trying to desphier the thoughts you often kept hidden from him.

You turned to face him, scooting closer to him, you reluctantly setyour warm hand on top of his. "I know you want to stay here with me. But I'd like to stay out here a little while longer.... alone."

"Please?" You asked softly, letting a few tears fall as you looked into his red eyes.

Tears were one way you've learned for Alec to give into you... on small matters of course. It used to cause you guilt, manipulating a vampire who just desperately wanted his mate to love him back. But after today, there was no guilt left to feel. He loved you, yes. But he would never let you leave, no matter how much he knew it was your deepest desire to go home. If he felt no remorse then neither would you.

Alec gazed at you for a second, the emotions in his eyes unreadable as he stood up and nodded. After placing a small kiss on top of your head, you were left alone again. For now.

You leaned back against the wall, settling your gaze on the road once more. Slipping back into your daydream that had been interrupted.

#twilight #volturi #megan writes #alec volturi #twilight imagine #twilight fanfiction #alec x reader #alec oneshot #alec volturi x reader #alec volturi oneshot #volturi x reader #volturi fanfiction #twilight fanfic #volturi blurb #volturi one shot

[loisinherlane]

Title: Magnolias in the Shade Chapter 14 (AO3)

Summary: After his most recent expulsion, Damian’s father sends him to live on the Kent Family Ranch in Hamilton County, New York. Damian likes neither his new home nor the occupants, but the horses might be something different. Jon isn’t thrilled about an outsider sharing his home, but he doesn’t have a choice.//my horse girl damian au

#megan writes #hiiiiii guess who's back

[missthornbirds]

the best part about tumblr is i can just say whatever shit i want on here unlike twitter where like...my actual face is connected to everything/anything i say (which is a good thing tbh, since my twitter is for semi-professional Writer Things)

but here i can explain that my actual WIP is literally just ichiruki. it's modern AU ichiruki and i'm literally fighting every other sentence not to call them ichigo and rukia. if this ever makes it out of the scrivener file, i just needed to confess this somewhere

#and it's so CATHARTIC #like i'm really sitting here making myself cry bc Them #megan writes #otp of a lifetime

[17isrighthere]

What is he doing here, Mother? REIGN 3x18 — SPIDERS IN A JAR

#i could really write an essay on this but i'll spare everyone 🫡 pls just enjoy my flop set.... #reign #reignedit #perioddramaedit #userbbelcher #chewieblog #userstream #cinematv #ceremonial #charles valois #catherine de medici #megan follows #spencer macpherson #userzil #userirlvernon #userbecca #usermoonchild #alielook #usersari #tuserbea #usermandie #usersameera #usermeeseung #usershri #2605 #g

[thebookquotes]

You don't fall in love with someone because they're perfect. You fall in love with someone in spite of the fact that they're not.

Megan Hart, Dirty

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[nahimjustfeelingit-writes]

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