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sadserotonin · 2 years

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[ INCOHERENT ]: for whichever of the dummies you’d prefer

[ INCOHERENT ]: while sick/feverish/intoxicated/otherwise incoherent, the sender tells the receiver that they love them.

Waiting for the best doctors in the country to be flown in specially to aid him should not have been such a grueling experience, but for Connor, it was hard to focus on much more than the bullet holes that had been ripped into him earlier that day. He hadn’t missed a beat between retaliating to the attack and settling himself somewhere safe to self-treat despite the tremble in his hand and the sweat sheening his forehead. There was something almost nostalgic about fashioning a tourniquet to save Edgar yet again, just in a different sense this time. But it was worth it now just as it had been then, and Connor made as much known.

Or at least he tried to. Further than spilling out in his native tongue, Connor’s words were fragmented at best, crammed between pained groans and involuntary chills. He wasn’t a man who easily reached for comfort but gripping Edgar’s hand seemed to ground his feverish skin from its boiling point, and he drank in the precious seconds he was spared to simply breathe. Losing the train of thought he was on a moment earlier, Connor found a moment of focus in the hazel of Edgar’s eyes to ask in English, “You’re okay, my love?”

Whether he licked his lips from the unfamiliarity of the endearment or the faint metallic taste on them was unknown to even him. And though he waited for an answer to his misplaced worry, whatever Edgar provided was fleeting in the haze of his mind anyway.

Connor knew very well that he was supposed to stay awake in these situations, but every last bit of strength left in him was busy relentlessly pressing his fingers against Edgar’s. He was tired. “Min kärlek…” he mumbled, belatedly realizing that he couldn’t expect Edgar to have actually retained any snippets of Swedish he’d playfully imparted in their sweeter, more relaxed moments between the sheets. “Min kärlek.”

His blink this time lingered longer than the last. As the darkness behind his lids beckoned quietly, he wondered, had he prefaced his question as well as he meant to? Had he reminded Edgar that he wasn’t to blame in any of this, reminded him why the outcome of Connor’s sacrifices were so important? Had he explained why he acted as he did with the right combination of syllables? The real important ones, those three foolish words that he’d never spoken to another soul before?

Connor would have to ask Edgar himself when he awoke. And he would wake, for leaving the man at his side alone was simply not an option. For now though, he would rest.

#um Connor went WAY off script with this one and I cannot look at him this was a lot but I'm just a vessel for his whims SO HERE XOXO #took mild liberties with the prompt to suit them a little better because an I love you situation between them just would not happen #accidental or not before they were ready alright. plus I got this scenario in my head and couldn't get it back out so #MOSTLY JUST DYING TO SEE THE INSIDE OF EDGAR'S HEAD AND HEART BEFORE DURING AND AFTER THIS NONSENSE BYE #but also #when you realize that living on a vineyard property means you're miles the fuck away from anything including medical services YIKE #c: Connor Svedsen #s: Connor x Edgar #my writing #cm

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zqcky01 · 11 days

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Hiii! I love your work! I think you make such an accurate Stone in your stories! May I request a one-shot of Stone being jealous with some rich folk flirting with reader?

-XOXO, Aubrey

In Your Eyes

Stone x Reader

a/n: HI AUBREY!! Thank you so much for requesting! I HOPE YOU ENJOY THIS

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Stone clenched his fists from afar as he watched you. He hated the way that that stupid rich man stared at you. He hated the way that you stared at the rich guy. He hated the way the two of spoke to each other in a flirty manner. But he tried to keep his calm next to you.

“Funny!” You giggled as you titled your head to the side. You didn’t expect to speak to this guy, but if you could continue to distract the guy and steal his wallet. Maybe you and the others could eat that night. The rich guy only smirked as he reached out to play with your hair. “You know…you are really pretty for someone who is a scrap. What’s got you on the street?” The rich asked as he smirked. “I was kicked out by my parents.” You lied though your lips.

Stone was getting pissed. He felt his stomach turn as he reached out for your arm and pulled you back a bit. The rich guy, smirked more. He clearly knew that he was doing and going to have fun with it.

“Oh? Is this your boyfriend? He’s been quiet the whole time since we’ve been talking.” The rich man spoke to you. You blushed, before shaking your head. “No!” Stone stayed silent as he gripped your arm, not tight enough to hurt you.

The rich man only chuckled, rolling his eyes. “Of course.” The rich man said, before he continued to flirt with you.

“Alright, it’s getting late.” Stone said, before he reached down to your hand. Then tugging you away. “What—? Oh! Bye bye!” You waved to the rich man who scoffed.

Stone pulled you into an alleyway. “Really?” Stone asked as he stared down at you, holding your hand tightly. “…jealous?” You asked, blinking up at him. Before you gulped a little, then smiling. “I stole his wallet though.” You said, pulling out the rich man’s wallet. “I don’t care about that right now.” Stone said, staring at you. “Just—be careful. God knows what that man would have done if I wasn’t there.” He whispered. “Stone, I can protect myself.” “I know—but still.” He sighed, his thumb running across your hand. “I never expected you to be the jealous type.” You giggled.

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a/n: OK HI! IM SO SORRY THAT THIS IS SO SHORT I PROMISE I’LL WRITE A LONGER ONE

#ramshackle x you #fluff #oneshot #x reader #stone x reader ramshackle #ramshackle x reader #x you #silly #stone x reader #ramshackle

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joesanrio · 11 months

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You’re so Needy | R.R

Summary: There is something about Nova being in Roman gear that makes Roman go insane.

Pairings: Roman Reigns x Nova (OC) || Established but secret Relationship

Warnings: Teasing, Joe has an ass obsession, kissing, blowjob, fingering, vag. penetration (xoxo)

Rating: 18+

Word count: long asf

A/N: I was rewatching the Sasha banks and Roman tag team match- now here I am. I’m not good at writing y/n so y’all and Nova gonna have to be locked in- lmao

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I knew it would be a long night starting from when the producers called me into the office to tell me and until the night of. “Joe move..” I huff while hip bumping him out the way.

“Why you so grumpy mamas?” He asked as his arms find there way wrapped around my waist. “I’m stressed.” I complain while struggling to do my hair with a big 6’3 man attached to me. “Why? You know the crowd loves you… you kill it every time.” He smiles before letting my waist free and standing to the side of my make-shift vanity. I nod and take a deep breath before checking my gear one more time.

The seamstress made me a female version of Roman’s gear; fitted vest but with my symbol, all black super mini cargo skirt, black cuffs, and boots. I looked amazing, might make it my regular gear if I wanted to steal Roman’s shine- oh who am I kidding that man is the shine itself. “You should ask to keep that.” Joe smirked beside me, “For what?” I play into his game. “Our private matches, ya know the ones in our room.” He winks at me.

“Boy. Come on let’s go.” I deadpan at him before we laugh and leave the locker room. Walking down to the gorilla was making my nerves heighten, “Dang Nova- you look so good!” I hear Trin from behind me. “Thanks bae.” I blow her a kiss and she catches it.

“What about me?” Joe shouts back disappointed but does a spin to show his gear, “You wear that all the time!” Trinity shouted back as Joe playfully rolls his eyes while I laugh.

We wait in the gorilla for our cue. The closer it gets to time the more I feel my leg shake in the chair I’m sitting in. “Nova get ready.” The staff called for me as I immediately stand up, “Calm down.. you do this all the time.” Joe whispers in my ear before giving me a quick kiss. “Right.” I smile as I go to the spot.

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“Oh come on, it’s your favorite.” I tease charlotte as I use her finisher ‘natural selection’ on her. “1…2…3!” The crowd went wild, “Your new United States Tag team champions, Roman Reigns and Nova!” The announcer yelled as Roman lifted me up by my thighs to hold up our belts. The crowd is giving a standing ovation before Roman sets me down and we make our way back up the ramp. Leaving Charlotte and Rusev.

“Joe…they’re gonna go crazy.” I say as I already feel the #Rova trending on Twitter. He was paying me no attention as he was cracking it up with his cousin Jey while we walked down the hallway. “Uce, y’all might as well come out and confirm it.” Jey shrugged as Joe nodded. “But at the same time it’ll be all about our relationship instead of our talent.” Joe said as he mentioned the downside, and the major reason why we haven’t said anything.

“I feel you. Maybe you can talk to the producers and creative team about it.” Jey mentioned as Joe nodded and I hummed. “Alright gotta go before Jimmy start having people look for me.” Jey said before hugging us bye.

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“I can’t wait to head to bed..” I say happily as we enter the locker room. “To sleep or something else?” Joe asked with his eyebrow raised, I turn around with an unamused expression before busting out in giggles. “Cut it out.” I laugh as I feel Joe staring me down from behind, “Has that always been there? Ya know I’m always looking but I think it grew. Maybe while we were in the ring…I don’t recall it being that size.” Joe rambles about my ass.

“Go shower!” I laugh as I push him towards the shower room. “Let me feel it to make sure i’m not hallucinating.” He laughs before quickly turning around and wrapping his big arms around me. “Joe move and go shower.” I weakly push the man away as he’s feeling around on my ass. “I’m not hallucinating.” He winks before finally letting me go and showering, “You’re so unfunny.” I say as I try to put a serious expression on my face. “But I had you cackling like a witch!” He chuckles mockingly at me.

I giggle and roll my eyes before getting my change of clothes ready for my shower.

We finished showering and Joe already placed a pick up order for chipotle. “Ah its gonna be so good!” I squeal when he tells me, “Okay I got everything we can go.” I smile as he nods but doesn’t move. He gets up and walks towards me, his eyes darkening as he walks me back into a corner.

“You looked so hot.” Joe said as stood in front of me while my back was against the wall. “I could say the same about you.” I say as I look up at his lustful eyes. I go to leave the confined space before he pulls me back by my waist. “Let’s stay like this for a while.” He hums before planting a tender kisses on my lips. I hum at the taste of his coco butter chapstick, “Omg you taste so good.” I smile into the kiss before his hands start heading down to my ass.

“Joe can we go?” I pout as pull away from the kiss feeling my arousal start to build, he nods as he takes my hand in his. I smile as we walk to the car passing by some friends and doing small talk.

We get in the car and I immediately take off my jacket feeling hot already. “You hot already? All we did is kiss.” He teases as his hand fall onto my thighs. “Oh whatever- come on let’s go!” I softly moan as his hand starts caressing the inside of my thigh. “Okay okay!” He chuckles as he starts the car.

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We enter the room forgetting all about the food and my jacket in the car. Joe quickly guides me to bed by my waist. He has me sit down on the bed as he stands in front of me. “Finally after all day..” he sighs while removing his sweatshirt, I can’t stop gazing up at his abs. My body immediately starts rising in temperature as he slides down his sweatpants, his dick print on full display.

“Oh don’t do that mamas.” He smirks as I bite my lip unknowingly. He lifts my chin up gently before tapping my lips with two of his fingers. I open my glossed lips slowly as Joe shoves his long fingers into my mouth. “I think you can take it.. just open wide.” He smiles as I nod urgently and find my way onto my knees. Joe pulls his boxers down and his hard dick slaps against his stomach after being released.

“It’s so big.” I say mesmerized before taking the large dick into my hands. “I’m a big man.” He shrugs before getting impatient with my slow strokes, “Don’t start the teasing.” He groans while his head falls back when I kiss tip. I hum as I take him into my mouth, tasting the precum that I used to coat his entire dick. He moans as he feels the tip reach the back of my throat, I suck in my cheeks as I slowly pull away causing his to leave my mouth with a pop.

“Shit. You’re so hot.” He says breathlessly while his hand reaches the back of my head to pull me back onto his dick. I slap his dick onto my tongue making Joe’s grip tighten on my hair, I whimper as I suck the tip. “Joe.” I say looking up at him innocently, “Fuck! Sorry mamas.” He huffs before moving his hips. Now with both hands on the back of my head, he starts pulling my head further down his cock until it hits the back of my throat. “Just like that… you like it? Oh I know you like it.” He groans as his hips starts moving faster. I moan in response bringing Joe to his breaking point, I can feel the cum slipping down my throat as he holds my head down.

His hands release their grip from the back of my head gently, “Damn. Get your ass on the bed.” He breathes harshly before tapping my hip once I stand. I pull of my top while watching Joe lick his lips at the sight. I smile seductively as Joe steps closer, “Lay down.” He orders. “So bossy.” I giggle as he pulls down my bottoms, I lay back onto the pillows behind me.

“You’re so soft.” He says as he kisses up one of my legs, I hum as he positions himself in front of my core. His kisses felt hot along the inside of my thighs, “ You smell amazing.” He smiles against my skin. I feel my face get hot as I feel a sudden kiss on my clit, before he licks i between my folds. I felt a slight whimper leave my mouth as he does constant licks up and down my folds. “Joe..” I moan as he hums on my core causing my hands to immediately reach for his head. I feel a small suck on my clit before one of his fingers slide their way inside.

“Damn, don’t think you’ll be able to take me.” He smirks before his tongue leaves my folds, I whine at the lost contact before his other hand rubs on my clit gently. I could feel pleasure building up as my back arched off the bed, “I- mmm Joseph please!” I moan loudly as I came onto his fingers. He removed his finger gently before sucking them off, he moaned at the taste before connecting his lips to mine. “You taste yourself, isn’t it good?” He mumbled into my plump lips. I nod eagerly as he grinds himself into me.

“Put it in.” I groan impatiently, “Fuck, turn around for me then.” He taps my hip while our lips disconnect. I get on my hands and knees in front of before wiggling my ass in his face as he seemed distracted. “I’m just admiring you impatient brat.” He chuckles before slapping my ass, I moan as my body moves back towards him. He rubs the tip in between my folds before entering slowly. His deep breathing behind me fills the room until I feel him all the way in my stomach. “So deep..” I moan quietly as he begins to move in and out.

His hands guide my waste back to meet his thrust, my arms already feeling weak by the pleasure that’s happening. “Oh your pussy is so good.” He moans as pushes my back further down into an arch, his dick grazing my walls and penetrating deeper than before. “Joe- oh!” I felt my walls tighten around him, his thrust getting faster and harder. “Fuck! Baby damn…almost made me cum.” He says breathlessly pumping into me.

I lay into the pillows to mask my screams before he pulls me up by my hair, “It’s good? You want cum on my dick? Oh I know you do.” He groans in my ear with his hand on my throat. I whine and nod frantically as he hits the spot perfectly. “Cum on me.” He says as his voice vibrates in my ear causing my walls to tighten around his big dick. “I- I’m cumming!” I yelp as he holds me down onto him while my head falls back on his shoulder. His thrust getting faster as his warm seed coats my walls.

He kisses my neck softly before pulling out slowly making sure nothing drips out. “I love you.” I smile feeling like I was going to pass out at any given moment. He laughs as he lays me down gently before heading to the bathroom, “I love you too.” He whispers as he comes back with a clean wash cloth to wipe me off with.

“Here put this on.” He hands me one of his t-shirts. I put it on quickly before laying back down but on my side of the bed this time. “Come on.. you gotta be tired.” I whisper as he gets in bed and falls into my arms. “Yeah, that was the most intense work out I’ve ev-“ he starts before I cut him off, “Enough! You’re so annoying” I giggle before he places a kiss on my forehead. “But it wasn’t annoying when I had you mo-“, “Joseph!” I laugh as he chuckles and wraps his arms around my waist. I kiss his lips one more time before we fell asleep.

#roman reigns #roman reigns smut #joe anoa'i #roman reigns fluff #roman reigns oneshot #roman reigns fic #wwe roman reigns #wwe superstars #wwe smackdown #wwe smut #roman reigns x oc #joesanrio

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hrryshoney · 4 months

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u mentioned gyno!matty being king of aftercare in one of ur asks yesterday and i screamed bc ive been thinking about this way too much for my own good pleaseeeeeee share gyno!matty aftercare thoughts bc like Yes hes filthy and we love him for it but he’s so enamored and lovestruck by his princess he can’t help but be all sweet and tender and melty on u especiallyyy after ur first time

xoxo head kiss anon

yess he is!

like mhm he is a very Nasty man but he is so lovesick for u lol. always pampering u w a snack and drink afterwards, cleaning u up with a damp towel, running a hot bath for the both of u. especially after ur first time omg!

given that in my head the first time is set in his office (spoilers), i think he takes u home w him in his car after. he cleans u up the best he can there, but he’s full on doting on u when u guys get to his house. i mean he is putting the tv on immediately and handing u the remote like “Put on whatever you want,” getting u water and coming back to sit w u and kissing ur forehead, hugging u tight like, “Okay, baby?” playing w ur hair and holding ur hands. he’s such a sweetie! also if he had u crying during sex lol get ready he ain’t leaving ur side.

“Wasn’t too rough, right? Don’t ever wanna hurt my princess.” wiping ur face gently and he’s putting his arm around u, and ur like “no lol i told u i liked it.” but he doesn’t care he just wants to make sure ur alright now!! he’s giving u massages too lmao bye rubbing ur back and neck, putting those hands to work ofc. he’s telling u how “You’re my best girl, always so good for me. You’re so lovely,” and he cannot stop kissing u he is just obsessed w his Baby❤️

#gyno!au #head kiss anon #fluffy for a change!!!

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padfootdaredmetoo · 2 years

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Hi it’s the Anon from earlier who asked about requests! It’s actually kinda funny because I first read you Mauraders fic and had never seen peaky blinders but after reading all your fics I started watching the show. I think this is the first time I start a show because of the fics and not the other way around lol. But anyways my idea was having a reader who speaks Multiple languages and so whenever she’s at meeting and rivals are trying to talk to each other without letting the Thomas know she just translates what they are saying into Romani. Like maybe one of the rivals are talking about double crossing Thomas but they say it in another language so the reader repeats what they are saying to Thomas. Idk if I’m making sense and don’t worry about how long it takes I know class can be overwhelming

Dear Anon,

I don't know what to say. I simply cannot believe that someone enjoyed my writing that much. Wow, I hope you have enjoyed the show, and thank you for writing in a request! Also thank you for being so considerate! School often leaves me so burnt out that I can barely manage school work. But I had a good time writing this one!

XOXO Jamie

Warnings: fight scene implied, violent themes, reference to past relationship abuse.

People often wondered what your involvement was with the notorious Shelby family. You were a university grad who used to work as a language tutor, from a decent family. It was a common question passed through the mouths of locals who saw you standing next to Thomas.

What on earth is she doing with that man?

The things they came up with often ran around the drinking table leading to endless bouts of laughter from you, Polly, Esme, and Ada. But even they didn’t fully understand how you ended up a part of the family. Only that Tommy needed you, and that you were to be trusted. It was enough for you to build close friendships.

There were only two people that understood the full depth of the situation and that was you and Tommy. He’d told you to keep your involvement in the business secret, and in turn, he kept the reason you initially crossed paths with him a long-forgotten memory.

You surveyed the men at the opposite side of the table. You wished that they would have chosen a better location. The large abandoned warehouse had little to no insulation and rain was falling through the cracks in the old wooden roof. Tommy pulled out the chair and motioned for you to sit down. You watched as the leader of the Italian gang silently protested your seat at the table.

“Bold of him” One of the men whispered in Italian causing John's fist to clench. The last time he was involved with such families things didn't go as planned, making you all the more anxious to be out of there.

“Mr. Shelby, thank you for meeting with us.” The man had seen better, well, younger years. From your research, he’d been retired for quite some time.

“Pleasure is all mine.” He answered curtly.

“We are hoping you might be interested in expanding your Gin business.”

Coming out of retirement to go into the booze trade? Italians don't even drink Gin?

“Always looking to expand the business,” Tommy responded hoping the man would get to the point.

“We have certain connections in New York that may be worthwhile to you -” The man was interrupted by the sound of a phone ringing. You wondered how they even managed electricity in a building like this. He continued to drone on about some elaborate story while your mind was preoccupied with the man in the back.

“It’s not our fault they showed up an hour late. Freezing our balls off out here.” He said in Italian.

“Yes sir, he seems to be interested in the deal. No, he showed up with his brothers and some chick.”

“Well, it looks like it's going alright. He said he wanted to expand the business.”

“Look we understand what’s at stake you want him gone just as much as we do.”

“Bye”

You touched the tip of your ear then adjusted the pendant on the necklace, and recrossed your legs.

“Just a moment“ He stated, he grabbed your arm and you were happy that he caught your message.

You stood up and he placed his arm around your shoulders. You leaned up to him with a coy look on your face, lips upturned slightly as you both moved away from the table. You wanted it to look casual or flirtatious.

“They want us dead.” You whispered in Romani.

He looked over you at John and gave him a nod. Tommy walked you out of the building and handed you the keys to the car. You didn't need him to tell you what to do. He turned around and joined the loud fight erupting from the barn.

The adrenaline was moving through your blood and you found it impossible to settle sitting behind the wheel of the car. The rain was pouring down and you found the fogging glass all the more unsettling.

It wasn't long till you saw the boys emerge from the barn. The old building was erupting into flames just as they reached the car. You slid across the front bench seat allowing Tommy to sit in the driver's seat. You quickly looked each of them over as he tore down the road.

“Your all okay?!” You asked slightly frantically.

“What the fuck did they say?” Tommy barked at you.

“Just that someone was employing them to get to you. That they understood the importance because they also wanted you dead just as badly.” You blurted out, your hand instinctively grabbing his arm.

“Fuck.”

“Fucking pricks just won't quit,” Arthur stated crossing his arms.

“Once we get back I need you to call the family in. I want everyone back at the betting shop till this clears up.”

“That’s going to be a nightmare,” John mumbled under his breath.

“You speak Italian?” Arthur said suspiciously.

“She speaks just about everything Arthur, that’s why she’s here,” Tommy said sighing at the obvious.

“So that’s what you do,” John said absently.

“What do you mean that’s what she does?” He snapped back

“Well, I just assumed she was around for other reasons.” John shrugged and Arthur let out a chuckle.

“She’s a language tutor, she comes with us to deal with foreign business.” He said tensely. “What did you tell them you do?”

Your face flushed with the attention on you now.

“-Uh- Well I tell them I do whatever you ask me to do and leave it at that. Thought it was top secret.”

John and Arthur both started to howl with laughter as Tommy’s face twisted up.

“That explains a few things.” He said under his breath.

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He’d helped you pack up some necessities before driving you over to the cramped apartment.

Tommy insisted you stay with the family, especially once finding out that whoever was on the other end of that phone call knew you were present at the meeting. A precaution.

Polly was sharing her room with Ada and her children. John, Esme, and the little ones in his old room. Arthur shared with Finn and Michale.

Leaving you to the couch, or at least that’s what you assumed. Tommy passed the small living room and continued up the worn stairs.

“Here we go. You can take the bed, and I’ll stay downstairs.”

“It’s fine, it’s big enough to share.” You said easily, not thinking it could imply other things. You were tired and well, most business meetings flopped but they had never exploded before. Or left Tommy with such a worrying presence. Being next to him felt safe, and that's what you needed to get to sleep. Win, win.

You stretched and opened your bag, pulling your nightgown out. You excused yourself to go to the bathroom and quickly changed. Your clothes were still damp, and your skin was covered in goose flesh as you slipped into your nightgown. You quickly pulled your robe around you trying to find some sense of warmth.

You made it upstairs and saw Tommy laying on the edge of the bed, you climbed over him to the inside. He’d put the fire on and you were grateful for the extra quilt on your side of the bed. Shivering you pressed your cold feet into the side of his leg.

“Jesus woman!” He jumped slightly but allowed your closeness.

“Sorry! You're the reason I’ve been shivering all day - the least you could do is - ”

“The Italians are the reason you’ve been shivering.” He corrected.

“They wouldn't be after me if you had cleaned this up ages ago.”

“Mhmm.”

“Is that so?” he asked.

“Well, best put you in charge then, eh?” He said pulling you against his chest.

“Things would run much smoother if that was the case.” You said, his proximity having a noticeable effect on the tone of your voice.

You let out a huff as you felt your body settle against him. Thinking everything through, you wondered why he had you tenderly placed in his arms. Not exactly the usual place of a languages expert. You were just a translator, it was doubtful you even needed to stay with them for protection.

“Tommy?” You asked softly.

“Yes?”

“Why am I here?” You struggled to get the words above a whisper.

“I don’t want anything to happen to you.” He said easily.

“Why?”

“Maybe I want you around for a long while.”

“For business or for - more?”

He didn't respond for a long moment and embarrassment set in quickly.

“More. But we can worry about that in the morning.”

You didn't trust yourself to speak, your body felt the need to discover what more meant immediately. Your memories flashed back to why you ended up with him in the first place and conflict made its home in your mind.

“Won’t be like last time. I won’t be like him.” He said softly running a hand down your back.

“You sure you want more?” You knew he’d seen the damage that had been done. It was painted all over you when you had initially asked him for help. Pink, black, and blue, he’d agreed to help you by offering you employment. But really he’d given you life. A family to replace the one that caused all that pain, money, a way to have your own space. People avoided you, your family too scared to approach you.

“Very.”

You took a breath and felt calm in the knowledge that he cared for you just as much as you cared for him. You fell asleep to his fingers running through your hair.

You fell in love with him more as the days went on. Him making you tea in the morning, the way his family pestered him about the effort he made to make you comfortable. The world was closing in on the family and yet he still had time to pull you onto his lap to teach you how to play his hand at cards. It was a bad situation but Thomas took it for the opportunity that it was.

#peaky blimders #peaky blinders imagine #peaky blinders x reader #Tommy shelby x reader #thomas shelby x reader #peaky blinder fanfic #tommy shelby imagine #thomas shelby imagine #Shelby family imagine #peaky blinders

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fivelakesinwriting · 2 years

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Hey love! Could you do a Dylan smut where him and the reader are trying for another baby? It could be very fluffy and cute. Thanks!❤️

Author's Notes: I based this around the same family dynamic as Around the Carousel. Thank you for the request - if this was yours, I hope you love it! I decided to not make it full smut, I enjoyed the dynamic as it was. Doesn't mean there's a lack of love. Please let me know what you think if you have a moment - messages, comments and feedback are appreciated! Thank you! xoxo

Warnings: Swearing, Drinking, Parenthood, Talk of pregnancy, Sexual references - Sexual innuendos. Otherwise rather fluffy.

Requested? Yes! Requests are OPEN!

*My work is not to be transferred, copied, translated or reposted to any other sites without my permission. And you do not have permission. Please see my masterlist for all other works and warnings. Thank you! xoxo

Dylan liked to say that after their daughter was born that he made a firm "promise" that he and his wife would have a longstanding date night. Although in total honesty, going to the grocery store for the potatoes for dinner with her felt like a romantic outing.

Yeah, he'll take all the grief. Pile it on.

But Dylan Rhodes O'Brien is nothing, if not a man of his word. So every other Saturday since Melody Lynn had been born, he and the wife did something. In the beginning when she didn't like being far away from the baby for too long it was just a coffee and a walk around the block. And slowly it progressed. A movie, a couple of cocktails, dinner and cocktails. Then before they knew it, they were kissing Melody's forehead goodbye as they dropped her off at a friend's house for her very first sleepover.

"You sure that you're alright to watch her tonight?" Dylan inquired, hands stuffed in his pockets as he watched his wife fuss over the baby one last time.

Pacifier? Check. Mr. Bear? Check.

His wife had vowed to him that if he had forgotten Mr. Bear than it would be a long, long time before he would ever see her naked again. Their daughter lived for that stuffed bear, so he knew that the stakes were high.

"I promise, we will be fine. You know I'm dying for a little girl time with Miss. Melody. We're going to watch a movie, decorate some cookies. It's going to be so much fun. Now, you two. Leave us alone, and go have your own fun." The tall woman smiled, brushing the baby's messy hair back from her face.

"Okay. Call us if you need anything, or have any questions?" Dylan's wife mumbled, wringing her hands nervously as she stepped down from the porch and watched their little girl curl her body happily into her Auntie.

"Leave. I love you, but leave. We are more than fine here. Wave bye to Mama and Papa, Miss. Melody."

Dylan gently wrapped his fingers around his wife's elbow and pulled her down the porch, back towards their family friendly S.U.V. Usually on date nights they took out the Audi, but this date night was different. Instead of going out for dinner, drinks, a movie or dancing - they had decided to do any, or all of those things at home. Dylan had picked up something for dinner, was happy with their selection of wine and the weather forecast, so he suggested they have a night at home.

"It's so strange being here without Mellie." She sighed as they walked back into their home, nothing but the sounds of their shoes over clean hardwood floors.

"Can put on some music. Are you getting hungry?" Dylan muttered as he walked up behind her once he locked their front door and placed his hands on her hips. He honestly didn't mind the silence, not that he didn't adore his daughter. But the break from ringing bells, songs about washing your hands, and the fucking Wiggles was much appreciated.

"Yeah. Pour me some wine, first?" His wife requested as she leaned her body back into his, a hand reaching back to softly brush her fingertips over his facial hair.

"Of course." Dylan nodded with a gentle kiss to the side of her face before he removed himself from her vicinity and towards the kitchen where the wine was waiting for them. He made a show of uncorking the wine bottle, because it always made her laugh. He filled their glasses as much as he possibly could without spilling over the brim, then handed his love her glass, silently toasting her and them.

"So, what are you making me for dinner?" She smiled, licking her lips free of the alcohol he had served her. She thumbed at the corners of her mouth, a nervous habit of hers that he had noticed over their years together.

"Don't worry about it. Go sit outside, enjoy the nice night and I'll take care of it." Dylan breathed out as he kissed her forehead, his hands cradling her face. He wanted to take care of her, because she spent so much of her time taking care of him and Melody. It was genuinely the least he could do.

Dylan liked cooking, he just never got much of an opportunity to do it. He worked a lot still. He had time with the baby after she was born, he refused to work. He didn't care what happened. He shut down everything he was doing and wouldn't be away from his wife or his daughter for longer than absolutely necessary. Then as she got older, and became a little more independent he went back to work for a few projects - minor things here and there that didn't require him being away so much. But Dylan loved getting all the things he needed together, chopping, dicing and cooking it all to make something (arguably) delicious.

"Dylan, that was so good." She groaned as she sat back in her chair, hands resting on her stomach after she dropped her fork down to her plate.

"I'm glad. Been a long time since I've been able to feed you. Wanted to remind you that I am, in fact, a decent cook." Dylan smiled as he brought his wine glass up to his lips and emptied it, eyes on his wife the entire time.

"I mean, you aren't terrible. You did almost burn down our old place when you tried to cook that salmon. Remember? Our apartment smelled so bad." She laughed as she finished off her own glass of wine.

"I am never going to live that down, am I?" Dylan smirked as he reached for the wine bottle, their second, and filled their glasses once more.

"Nope." She grinned, arms folded over the outdoor table as she watched him.

A silence came between them again, but neither seemed to mind. The evening wind was soft, moving her hair around her face and shoulders while the sun set behind them, giving their yard a soft, orange glow.

"You miss Mellie?" Dylan inquired softly as he took another sip of his wine, his eyes moving from his wife to their yard which was littered with their daughter's toys. Dolls, bubble machines, strollers for said dolls, a stray unmatched shoe or two, her favourite giant red ball and for some reason a cooking pot. Dylan never questioned why.

"Yeah. Do you?" She questioned as she ran her fingertips down the stem of her glass.

"I always miss her when she's away from me." Dylan nodded as he kicked his legs out, getting comfortable as he felt the alcohol rush to his head. He wasn't sure if it was age, or fatherhood, but he couldn't drink like he used to.

His wife looked over the table at him with sweet eyes, the closest thing to heart-shaped eyes he had ever seen. She rested her chin on her hands, holding her pretty face up as her eyes got heavy with the alcohol in her system.

"What do you think about us, maybe, trying to have another baby?" Dylan mumbled as he ran his fingers through his hair, his heart rate starting to pick up in his chest.

"You wanna get me pregnant, O'Brien?" His wife slurred, the wine getting the best of her as she took hold of her bottom lip between her teeth.

"You know I loved it when you were pregnant with Melody. You were all round, and soft. A monster for all things salty, or spicy. Couldn't feed you quick enough." Dylan teased as he slid his chair closer to hers, reminiscing about the time not too long ago, she had been pregnant with their girl.

"Lots of people dip their french fries in hot sauce." She pouted as she scooted to the edge of her seat so she was able to put her hands on his face, his facial hair prickling the tips of her fingers.

"Yeah. I'm sure lots of pregnant women do it." Dylan breathed out, the corners of his lips turning up as he reached for her hips and pulled her into his lap. He ran his hands over her soft, bare thighs. Her thin, short sundress hiked up above her hips as she rested in his lap, her feet across his armrest and her arms tossed around his neck.

"Do you really want to have another baby?" She questioned as she twisted a section of his hair at the top of his head around her fingertips.

"Yeah, I do. Been thinking about it for a while, and I like the idea of there being four of us. I think Melody could benefit from a sibling. And maybe, I like how you look when you're pregnant with my baby." Dylan smiled softly as he leaned his head back to look at her, his palm resting against her hip.

"M'kay. I'll let you take me inside on one condition. Tell me, boy or girl next?" She inquired as she got up off of his lap, stumbling on tipsy feet as she tried to steady herself.

"Honestly? I kinda like the idea of being surrounded by a bunch of beautiful women that look exactly like you. Besides, I can encourage at least one of them into liking baseball. So, a girl." Dylan laughed softly as he stood up with her and wrapped an arm around her waist to steady her.

"Dylan." She hummed as she turned around in his arms, her fingertips curling into the material of his shirt. She pressed up onto her toes to get closer to his height, trailing her fingertips from his chest up his neck and into his hair to make him shiver.

"Let's go, woman." Dylan grunted as he hitched at the waist, draping her body over his shoulder and doling out a firm smack to her backside before he secured his arms around her legs as he walked back inside their home.

"Dylan! You have a nice butt." She laughed as she returned the favour and smacked his backside while she was upside down over his shoulder, on the way to their bedroom.

"Thanks, hon." Dylan scoffed as he carefully walked through their home, stepping over more stray toys left behind by their daughter, making his way towards the master bedroom.

Dylan dropped them both down on the bed, a smile on his face at his wife's raucous giggle as they rolled in the sheets for a moment trying to gain some semblance of balance. Dylan pressed up on his forearms above her, looking down at her face while she looked up at him. Her eyes were a little heavy from all the wine, a soft flush in her face from being tossed over his shoulder.

"Kiss me." She whispered as she wrapped her arms around his neck, her knees spread wide on the mattress for him. It was his not-so-secret favourite, the way her body opened up for him in moments like this, silently telling him that she wanted him too. And after all these years together their bodies seemed to move as one.

"Kiss you as much as you want. You know I love your mouth." Dylan muttered, a grin tugging at the corners of his lips as he pressed his forehead to hers.

"Dylan!" His wife gasped, eyes wide as she tugged his hair and forced his head back.

"No! C'mon, don't do that. I wanna kiss." Dylan chuckled as he took hold of her hips and used his abdominal muscles to flip them over, making her straddle his waist. He pushed his hands underneath her dress, feeling her warm thighs beneath his palms.

"Fine. Give me a kiss then." She whispered as she lowered her chest down to his, holding his bearded jawline in her hand and guided his lips to hers.

Dylan breathed a sigh of relief through his nostrils as his lips finally connected with his wife's. He pressed his fingertips to her thighs underneath her dress, loving how soft and smooth her skin was. Her fingertips traced over the scruff along his jaw as she started to slowly move her hips, rubbing herself over his manhood. Dylan moved his thumbs up along her thighs to flick over the straps of her panties then hooking them underneath the thin lace.

"Take these off for me?" Dylan mumbled into their kiss, running the length of his thumbs over her hips. He reluctantly removed his hands from inside of her dress as she stood up over him, feet on either side of his hips as she shimmied out of her underwear and kicked it off of the bed.

Dylan reached up for her hips again, grabbing her bare skin beneath her dress and tossed her to the top of the bed. He pulled off his own shirt as his wife rustled around in the sheets, getting comfortable then he crawled between her legs again. He held his weight on his hands as he dropped his head down, kissing and sucking along her neck. He hummed into her skin as she twisted her fingers in his hair, keeping his lips against her neck while she hooked her ankles under his backside to keep him close.

"I know we fooled around in the shower last night, but it feels like it's been forever since I've felt you next to me like this." She breathed out as she moved her fingers from his scalp, down his shoulders and over his bare biceps.

"I'm right here, sweetheart." Dylan muttered into the crease of her neck as he moved to lace his fingers with hers, pinning her hands over her head against the pillows.

"Be closer." She wriggled in his grasp a little, fingers gripping at his while her knees pressed to his sides.

"You have to let me go a little for that, sweetie." Dylan laughed softly with a shift of his hips between his wife's tight gripped knees. He pressed his forehead to hers, letting her bite at his bottom lip as he continued to keep her hands above her head.

"Dylan?"

"Yes, my love." Dylan mumbled as he place soft kisses all over her face. Between her eyebrows, the corners of her eyes, the tip of her nose, her cheeks, chin and finally her lips.

"If it's only ever the three of us -"

"Then I'll still be the luckiest man in the world. Coming home to you and Mellie is the best thing that has ever happened to me. If it doesn't happen for us again, then that's just fine. I've got my girls." Dylan smiled softly, untangling one of their hands to hold her face and thumb at her cheekbone.

"But we can still try?"

"As much as you want." Dylan grinned with a lick of his lips.

**I have stopped doing a tag list for the time being. Please let me know what you think if you have a moment! Thank you so much xoxo

Requests for Dylan O'Brien and Andrew Garfield are open. Requests for OBX are closed.

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scorpiongrassfield · 9 months

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Time to Wake Up

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You do want to try the whole “pinching yourself to wake up” thing, just to check.

Pinching yourself does hurt, and you do not wake up. So much for that.

Pat did say that this is also all taking place in your soul rather than your mind, and that the things that happened in here could have real world consequences, so you guess it makes sense that you can feel pain, maybe.

You wonder if you’re damaging your soul when you get hurt.

Something you can ask about later, you guess.

For now you have to figure out how to get from point A to point B without running into Ametrine again.

You try to focus. If you’re in your body, and you’re not technically asleep, maybe you can hear something on the other side?

Pat’s voice is hushed, like they’re trying not to wake you up, but harsh, like they’re frustrated.

“No, I’m not going to tell you where I am. No. … No. It’s just a road trip. And it’s none of your business… No! Even if I had met a ghost, which I haven’t, I wouldn’t be telling you about it! … No, Trina, you listen to me. When I said we were through I meant it…”

It sounds like Pat is arguing with someone.

“I highly doubt you’re worried about me… Oh, I’m sorry, I’m just not inclined to believe that right now,” Pat snaps. There’s a pause as they listen to what the other person is saying, and then they laugh, bitter.

You manage to pull your consciousness back into the body laying in the bed in the motel room.

“No. I don’t think so. If you want to square up face to face, we can do that when I’m back in town. Until then, maybe try not to destroy any innocent souls?”

You open your eyes and sit up slowly, like you’re really waking up.

“I’ve got to go. Bye,” Pat says, and hangs up the phone.

“Sorry, kid. I didn’t mean to wake you. I should’ve stepped outside,” Pat apologies.

“That’s alright.” You weren’t really sleeping, anyway. “Who were you talking to?”

Pat rolls their eyes. “Ametrine. I can’t believe she thinks I’m dumb enough to just give her our location,” they grumble.

“Oh.”

“Yeah. I wasn’t born yesterday,” they huff.

You open your mouth.

“No, I won’t comment on when I was born. Nice try kid,” Pat says with a grin.

You close your mouth.

Instead, you opt to check your phone. There’s a new message from ghost emoji.

(you’ve been missing for ages where have you been? can you tell me where you are so i can come get you?)

Now, if you hadn’t just doubly been warned of falling for obvious ploys, you might have taken this text at face value. But now you’re inclined to be a little more skeptical.

“Hey Pat?”

“Hm?” They hum, occupied with styling their hair in the mirror.

“Do I have Ametrine’s number?”

“Uh. Probably? Why?”

“I got a text from someone who wants my location, and I’m wondering if it’s her,” you say.

“Can I see?” Pat says, coming over to your side of the room.

“Sure.” You hand the phone over.

Pat pulls up the contact info for ghost emoji anc looks at the number. “Yeah… That’s Ametrine. Good job not falling for it,” Pat says.

They pull up the chat history again and type out a message, then hand you your phone back.

You look at the message Pat sent Ametrine. It reads:

{leave my assistant alone and stop stalking us or i’ll never answer one of your calls again, xoxo Pat}

Well. That’s that you guess.

“Thanks.”

Pat shrugs. “I don’t let people mess with my family,” they say nonchalantly. Like this isn’t the first time they’ve called you family.

“Anyway. It’s still pretty early. Why don’t we get ready and go eat a proper breakfast?”

“I’m not really hungry,” you say. Because you aren’t.

“Are you ever?” Pat asks. And then does not wait for a response. “No, you are not. So we will be getting breakfast anyway so you don’t faint or starve.”

“Yeah. Okay.”

“Good!” Pat says, clasping their hands together for emphasis. “Now, why don’t you get ready. I’ve already had my shower so you can take the bathroom, yeah?”

You shrug, but get yourself out of bed anyway.

You actually can’t remember the last time you took a shower or changed your clothes, other than last night, but you’re pretty sure your body must have been doing it without you while you were in the woods or the cabin, because your clothes have changed from day to day and you didn’t feel gross.

Weird.

#choose your own adventure #interactive fiction #writeblr #original writing

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thisismyshow111 · 2 years

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Academic/school goals

♡ School is officially back as we all know, and my goal is through the rest of my school life is to be successful. Although you may have different goals set out, and that’s great! goals are something everyone should have.

♡ On this page I will be talking about goals. Goals are something everyone has and maybe you may have some of mine.

Some of my goals.

- pass all my exams

- be a better student

- achieve academic validation

- to be happier overall.

I have never actually had someone to look up to so I never knew much about Highschool and what would happen. The assignments,friendships, and teaching were certainly different. Although I am starting to get the hang of it and hopefully I can achieve my goals.

♡ Setting out goals are great for helping you focus, increase productivity and guide you to them. They may be small or major but they are great to set.

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♡ For example you may be studying for a test.

♡ You can set a few major goals to that are to pass, study for 2-4 hours (with breaks) or to gather up your notes in the first week or two.

♡ Then set small goals daily eg, today you may want to cover a small topic and write notes on that, understanding the context or just simply getting started.

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♡ I 100% recommend writing your goals down and ticking them as you go. For me I use notion for organising my goals and assignments and such. I can customise and highlight and are great for writing notes.

♡ I definitely will be adding more but here is an idea. I have even typed a few affirmations for me to read whenever I have time.

Alright that’s all for today!! Hope you guys learnt something and found this useful. I am still learning this and it is quite hard but I know it will get easier, And remember hot girls take care of themselves.

Until next time, Bye!!

-Xoxo, E💋

#school #academic life #life goals #fashion #runway #aesthetic #affrimations #good grades #romanticise school #student #spring

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rose-and-thorn-fanfics · 1 year

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THE DARK KNIGHT FANFIC: Joker x OC (Part 6)

Lottie woke up while it was still dark outside. She spent a few moments gazing at the city lights, then got up and got dressed. Slipping on a pastel pink mini skirt, white lace tights, and a white long sleeved sweater, she gazed at admired her appearance in the bathroom mirror. 'Now my mom isn't here to force me to dress like a middle aged business woman. Now I can be myself.' Lottie thought, applying baby-pink lipstick and brushing out her hair. She left the bathroom and took a seat on her bed, sending a picture of herself to the Joker, and then calling Maya Gardner's cellphone.

Maya answered immediately. "Oh my god, I've been so worried about you. My mom told me your maid got murdered and your parents disappeared." She said, relieved to be answering her best friend's call. She paused, then asked the inevitable question. "Did you do that?"

Lottie grinned. "Surprisingly, no. Not this time."

Maya sighed. "Ok, then who?"

"That's not important. Anyway," Lottie said. "I need some more clothes, and was wondering if you'd like to go with me on a shopping spree on 3rd Avenue, no money required on your part."

"Uh, yeah. But you're saying you're treating? Didn't your mom close down your credit card account?"

"It's not my treat, you can thank Gotham's most eligible bachelor for funding our little outing." Lottie said, unable to conceal her happiness.

Maya squealed with excitement. "You're one lucky bitch to have Bruce Wayne as your cousin. Are you staying with him right now? I assume you aren't still at your parent's penthouse."

"Yup! Alright, I gotta go. I'll pick you up when the sun rises. Ok?" Lottie said, noticing a notification of an incoming text from the Joker.

"Yay! Alright, bye!" Maya said.

Lottie hung up and opened the text. The text read "Enjoying your new accommodations, I see? You look beautiful, doll. -J" She blushed, typing a response. "Only for you. :) Thanks for the birthday gifts. You never fail to surprise me! xoxo" She pressed sent, and it was immediately read. Then the Joker sent her a picture. Lottie clicked on it, zooming in. It was her mother and father with their throats slit, bleeding dark puddles of crimson next to some old boxes in a warehouse. Their faces were painted with white grease paint like the Joker's makeup, with a bright red smile. Lottie blinked, studying the picture. 'He must've done this in that old warehouse a few blocks from the Thrills strip club.' She deduced, then smiled, quickly writing a response. "Nice touch with the makeup."

There was a knock on the door of Lottie's bedroom, and she nearly jumped out of her skin. Sighing, deleted the chat and turned off her phone. "Alfred?"

"No, it's me." Bruce said through the door. "Can I open this up?"

"Sure! I'm dressed." Lottie replied.

The door opened, and Bruce stepped inside, holding a cup of coffee in his hands and taking a seat in the chair by the bed. "I was thinking, and with everything that's happened, I think you should take someone with you when you go shopping." He took a sip of his coffee, then rubbed his eyes, looking exhausted.

"Don't worry, I'm going to take Maya Gardner, my friend from University!" Lottie replied. 'Damn, Bruce,' She thought. 'You look like haven't slept in years. Typical bachelor, probably hungover from last night's inevitable partying.'

"You can bring her, but I also think you should bring someone else too. Someone who is a responsible adult." He said, staring out at the skyscrapers of Gotham as the sun began to rise.

"Like... who? You look like a zombie, no offense. And Alfred seems busy with who knows what. Those are the only responsible adults I can think of." Lottie said pointedly.

"I know of someone. You've met Rachel Dawes, right?" Bruce asked. "I feel like I introduced you to each other at an event last year."

"You mean the District Attorney's girlfriend?" Lottie asked.

Bruce winced, clearly upset at the mention of who Rachel Dawes was dating. "Yeah. Anyway, She's someone I trust-"

"-And love ." Lottie added, teasingly.

Bruce ignored her comment. "And I really think you two would hit it off. Plus, I'd just feel safer if you and your friend weren't wandering Gotham alone, after what happened to your parents."

"You know something, don't you." Lottie said, studying her cousin's expression. "Is that why you didn't sleep last night?"

Bruce looked alarmed. "What? No. I mean, yes. I guess I saw the police report. You would've seen it too if you had been watching tv with me, but you'd already gone to bed." He sighed. "I hate to say this. And I know there's nothing I can really do to make this easier to hear, but your parents were found dead in a warehouse downtown. I suggest you don't look up the details if you don't want to see the disturbing images the detectives took."

Lottie looked down at her hands, brain going a thousand miles per hour as she tried to figure out what to say and how to act. Her mind was blanking, and she began to panic.

Her cousin looked at her with concern. "You knew?"

'Damn it.' she thought frantically. "What? No! I'm just- I don't know what to say... If I look scared it's because I am scared." She said. 'Scared you'll figure out I don't give a shit...' She thought.

"I'm scared too. For you." Bruce said, a shadow casting over his face. "But you should be safe if Rachel takes you and your friend shopping. Maybe that'll help get your mind off of it."

"Yeah... I guess. Hey, thanks for being understanding and caring about me, Bruce." Lottie said, tearing up. The tears had nothing to do with her parents. It's just she hated lying to Bruce for some reason.

"I lost my parents too, you know." Bruce said sympathetically. "I love you, and I feel responsible for you now."

"I know." Lottie sighed. "Speaking of which, I told Maya I'd pick her up when the sun rises, so you should probably call Rachel and see if she can come soon."

#christian bale #batman oc #the dark knight fanfic #the dark knight #joker fanfic #joker fanfiction #joker x reader #joker x oc #heath ledger #fan fic #fan fiction #nolanverse #batman fanfiction #Batman

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noxious-fennec · 5 months

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Brothers and beach parties, or something like that

#my art #fennec. art #dsmp fanart #cwilbur #ctommy #i misssssss themmmmm. ugh. gotta commit a crime of some sort about this #i hope yall like these i think they look pretty good and i had a bunch of fun making them #anyway dont have much to say alright bye bye xoxo

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someuncreativity · 9 months

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New Characters Coming in Pokémon: Past and Future

Part 2

Like yesterday (or at least supposed to be like yesterday since I showed four characters instead), I will be presenting three more of the new characters.

Also, as a sneak peek for what’s to come, I will be showing a title-free version of the map of the region of Paron.

Alright, here are the characters:

Demos - Elusive Altar Boy, Boo Badge Holder

Helen - Top Digital Celebrity of Paron, Buffer Badge Holder

Side note: I hate this drawing I made of her because her head seems proportionally too different, like her chin is flat and her neck is super skinny. The skinny neck thing will probably stay, but the flat chin was not intended.

Andrew - Top Student in Sonia Prepatory, Bling Badge Holder

Also, as promised, here is the regional map:

Fun fact: I got the idea for this series from a YouTube video complaining about how 3D Pokémon regions feel linear and uninspired and I was like “I can totally do better than GameFreak!”

And then I made a linear and uninspired Pokémon region.

Whoops.

Oh, here’s the link if you want to watch that video:

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K bye xoxo

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sadserotonin · 2 years

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längre | connor&edgar

It wasn’t the deep rumbling storm that had been booming around the vineyard all night that jolted Connor to alert consciousness, but rather the pinched echo of the power cutting out around him. Given the immediate darkness that his eyes were met with, Connor should have been reaching for the pistol that he kept fixed behind the headboard in case of particularly skilled intruders. That, or the knife beneath his ornate bedside lamp, or the revolver beneath the nightstand. But what he reached for instead, on sheer instinct and unquestionable priority, was his boyfriend. It was powerful pull to hearing the man’s voice in a pitch he wasn’t used to, trembling with debilitating urgency.

With his back pressed to Connor’s chest, Edgar was already safer than he would be anywhere else in the world, but the demons of his mind lived outside the confines of their existence and Connor knew as much. His voice lacked its usual rasp when he urged Edgar to turn towards him, firm when the man seemed too paralyzed to do so on his own. And as they faced each other, Connor searched for Edgar’s hand to guide it to his bare and brutally textured chest. Connor had never been well-spoken enough to tell Edgar that he was there for him, but he was capable of pressing Edgar’s fingertips against each link of the chain around his neck. The very present that never left his skin, rain or shine.

Connor still didn’t have the right words to plead, it’s me by your side, I have never let you be harmed and I never will. But he did thread each of his fingers with Edgar’s, holding the man’s hand steadfast to squeeze the silver bands and stones that decorated his digits against Edgar’s skin. Given the time of night, some of the more embellished pieces were missing from the line-up, but at least one always remained on Connor’s person. It’s me, that one prized ring begged. It’s me and you don’t just adore me, you have adorned me.

Connor leaned his forehead to forehead to Edgar’s, a breath shaking through his lips as though the younger man’s pain cut him just as deep. He was never good with words but Connor would never let the demons lurking in the dark prevail, and tonight, he needed Edgar to know why. “Jag älskar dig.” His heart pounded louder in his ears now than either of the nights he had pulled the trigger on the living manifestation of Edgar’s fears. “I love you.” The gravel had returned to his voice but only from the gravity of his fealties. “You are brave and magnificent and a good man. And I love you for it.”

On his next deep breath, Connor carefully untangled their hands, replacing the cool metal of his rings against Edgar’s jaw. “You are safe,” he implored his prince to believe strongly enough to come back to him for the few moments of darkness that remained, before they could reclaim the lives they’d cultivated together. “Je t'aimerai jusqu'à bout. Je t'aimerai plus longtemps.”

#HAPPY BIRTHDAY P2 !!!!!!!! FIGURED I'D SUGAR COAT THIS NONSENSE WITH MAL AND RIVEN'S SITUATIONSHIP FIRST LMAO #I WOULD HAVE BEEN REMISS NOT TO DELIVER WITH THESE TWO INSANITY INDUCING LUNATICS ALRIGHT #me BEGGING my translator app with this one lmfao why these two clowns speak this many languages and then also love their native tongues so #damn much bYE #Murder husbands do be making me a brand of crazy I cannot explain MUCH LIKE CONNOR this was such an undertaking bc a man is so action #oriented he doesn't even like talking to ME but when you told me about Edgar's entire hang up in this regard this image was SO vivid to me #and to Connor also like I just KNEW if there was ever going to be a moment for him to step up it would be this one and he knew it too #SO LEAVE ME HERE TO ROT #XOXO HOPE THESE SERVE AS A GOOD BEGINNING TO YOUR BIRTHDAY LOVE YOU IN THE ONLY LOVE LANGUAGE WE KNOW; TOOTH ROTTING ANGST LMAO #s: Connor x Edgar #my writing

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