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#oh#O H#jun#wen junhui#svt jun#seventeen#seventeen jun#maxsixgif#why#how#w h y#that third gif is disarming#arresting? mesmerising?#god he's so beautiful#what even
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Can I request a yandre blade and kafka silently in a tug of war for the readers attention (btw the reader is a stellaron hunter being chill like silver wolf)
I adore them Ahhhhh Blade's characterisation is based purely off my impression of him :O
With Kafka seated so close to you, you were surprised that nobody had contacted the authorities yet. The three of you were treated like any other customer in the quaint restaurant, despite your companions having their faces plastered all over Starskiff Haven, and you had yet to be approached by furious soldiers or, if your luck had finally run out, the General himself.
Though you think that if anyone were to attempt to apprehend Kafka, it would make for quite the spectacle. You can already picture the unconcerned expression she'd have, her lips still smiling, her gaze piercing, and her form completely relaxed, and the words she would say to the poor fool—laced with just a hint of mock surprise—before making her way out of the building. At least they'd be alive; if Blade were to get involved...well, you were just glad that his unsettling presence was enough to ward off any justice-driven warrior.
Starwatcher Avenue was gorgeous, without a doubt. In the short time you had been there, you had fallen in love with the bustling streets and the lovely cuisine, though most of your days so far were spent hidden away and waiting for Blade. Despite this, you were really looking forward to leave the Flagship, the anxiety that followed you with being associated with two wanted criminals too much to bear. At least back on your ship, you could easily evade the authorities sent after the Stellaron Hunters.
Kafka, however, was clearly in no rush. She lounged around most of the time, sometimes taking you out for a meal or to go shopping, and appeared to have no worries regarding her status. Even though Blade had regrouped with you, she was still insistent on staying, attempting to placate your troubled heart with sweet, whispered promises and firm assurances. Today's trip was also her way of proving to you that you were in no danger, and you almost believed her.
But you recently realized that living in constant fear of being arrested was nothing compared to the troubles awaiting you. It could be much worse. It could be staying with Blade.
You could...manage, with Kafka. She was unpredictable, at times, but you could rest assured that she'd never put you in harm's way. She never told you what she was planning, forcing you to rely on her cunning words, but you were familiar enough with her by now to know what she expected, and how to appease her. You could play into her desires, smile at her clever quips and lean into her possessive hold, and she would find delight in it all, even though she was aware of your intentions. She liked your little schemes, though it was no use plotting against her—Kafka was always a step ahead, always prepared to pull you back to her side and remind you of just who she was.
Blade, however, was a complete enigma to you.
You weren't very familiar with the other Hunter, having spent most of your time being lugged around by Kafka, but even the little time you spent with him had already convinced you that there was something frightening about him. You think it might be his dark eyes, seemingly seeing through your every action, which, coupled with his habit of staring at you, never failed to unnerve you. Your first encounter with him, too, left you shaking—you'd never forget the sensation of cool metal pressing against your skin, his sharp gaze locked on you with the slightest curl of his lips. You could never tell what he wanted from you.
He had smiled at you when you were tasked with wrapping new bandages around his hand shortly after his escape, and asked if you came all the way to the Xianzhou Luofu just to see him (You remember the sound of his laughter when you turned to look at Kafka in response, and you remember how something inside you stirred at the mesmerising sight). But he had yet to pull you into his arms, or smother you with affectionate words and thinly veiled threats, and you weren't quite sure what to make of him. You could only hope that his interest in you was short lived—it was tiring enough to keep Kafka placated.
"Open up, darling," Kafka's smooth voice breaks you out of your trance.
She holds a silver spoon out, a small piece of the pudding she ordered balancing carefully on it. You quickly obey, letting her feed you despite the shame that lingered when you notice Blade's curious gaze directed at you.
"Why aren't you that well behaved for me?" You freeze at Blade's remark, the dessert in your mouth suddenly tasting like sand.
Kafka chuckles, putting down the spoon in favor for placing her hand on your cheek. She gently directs you to face Blade, the man regarding you with blatant fascination.
"Why, Bladie?" Kafka's gloved fingers trace your bottom lip, "Are you jealous?"
"You're always so stiff around me," he muses, "but here you are, acting as the perfect pet for her."
"That's because we are well acquainted," you catch a wicked glint In Kafka's eyes, "It's not an act," she taps at your cheek, "is it?"
You shake your head silently, and Kafka's smile widens. Blade's displeasure is obvious in the slight frown on his face and the glare focused at where Kafka's touching you, and you start to regret picking sides.
"How cruel."
You lean back into your seat, suddenly feeling suffocated by the tense air that enveloped the table. For a moment, you swear you catch the slightest twitch of Blade's lips, but you're immediately distracted by Kafka's displeased frown.
You clear your throat in an attempt to dissipate the tension, "When will we be returning?"
"We still have matters to conclude here," Blade informs you.
Your heart sinks, but you try your hardest to hide your disappointment, "I thought we were only here for..." You glance at him, "for Blade?"
Kafka's hand had found its way to your thigh while your attention was elsewhere, her fingers splayed over your clothes, "We need to wait for the Express crew, my dear. You can be patient a little while longer, no?"
You nod, and watch as she takes a bite of the pudding for herself, the spoon in her mouth for a moment too long before she placed it down again. You turn to look outside the window instead, not wanting to meet her gaze after that display, and instead catch sight of a familiar tall figure. Around him are multiple guards in uniform, and you can already see passersby begin to whisper amongst themselves while surveying the scene. You're reminded of the posters drawn in red ink, and the fate awaiting you if you get caught. They'd want to interrogate you, wouldn't they? To your side, Kafka stands up, carefully placing her coat over her shoulders before glancing down at you with her hand outstretched. A part of you wishes you could be as composed as her by everything, but her lack of concern came from a place of confidence, in her own ability and Elios' plan. You have neither—all you can trust in is your companions. You take her hand and get up, forcing yourself to hide your growing fear. Kafka strolls out of the exit, and you follow suit, making your way out of the building and back into the streets of Starwatcher Avenue. You don't look back to see where Blade is, assuming he had disappeared into the crowd already.
As the usual protocol in situations like this, you separate from Kafka (She has insisted, before, that you never leave her side regardless of the circumstances, but you know better than to comply), and start to find your own way back to your hideout, but as you make your way down the large staircase, a hand brushes against the small of your back and a figure appears beside you. If he noticed the way you stiffened up at his touch, Blade didn't comment on it, simply falling into step with you, as though he was always there.
"This way," he instructs, moving you towards an inconspicuous alleyway between some stalls. You don't want to follow him, but with the looming threat behind you, you can't afford to attract any more attention to yourself, so you let his hand rest on you and follow his lead.
"Don't be afraid," he whispers, lips brushing against your ear, "nobody uses this path. This way, we'll have plenty of time to get...acquainted"
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Welcome back! I have been enjoying your writing but never sent you request before. Would you write maybe Alfie and a younger reader and he likes her. He wants to marry her but she is not ready so he tells her he would wait forever and it's really sweet and patient. something like that I don't know. you can decide if you like it. Thank you!
“Libretto” — (Alfie Solomons x fem!Reader)
SUMMARY — Age difference between you be damned, Alfie was quite happy to wait for you forever.
AUTHOR’S NOTE — Thank you so much for the request! ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ Feedback is always much appreciated.
WORD COUNT — 1,678
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The first time you met Alfie Solomons was purely an accident. At least, you had to lie and swear to the police that it had all been an accident, if only in order to wriggle yourself out of getting arrested.
Now, had you known the man you nearly ran over with your brother’s car was the gangster boss of Camden Town, you could have been persuaded to drive a little more carefully. Especially since the car had been “borrowed” as well.
But, of course, how could you have known? Which was precisely the reason why the first words you uttered to the man were:
“Watch where you’re fucking going!”
All due credit to Alfie Solomons, he couldn’t have been more shocked.
Now, you have to understand that a man like Alfie Solomons, a particularly dangerous man like Alfie Solomons, usually wasn’t shocked by much. It was not every day, however, that he met a girl with eyes so full of rage, driving a fancy Bentley so obviously outrageous and most likely stolen. It was more than enough to get his interest.
“Well?!” you shouted again as you got out of the car.
It wasn’t until two police officers approached you, however, that you changed your tune. Immediately spotting your confusion, it was time for Alfie to enter the game.
“Alright, Mr. Solomons?” one of the policemen asked, feigning concern, though both of them were so obviously in Alfie’s pocket that they would have arrested you on the spot—had Alfie still not been so mesmerised by your outburst. And so, to your astonishment, they simply awaited his orders.
To Alfie’s absolute delight, you tried your best not to show how scared you were at that moment, so Alfie took his sweet fucking time before saying:
“Right, gentlemen, thank God you’re here, ‘cause there I was, mindin’ me own business, yeah, an’ there she comes, driving like the Devil’s on her tail, hair a mess—!”
“I beg your pardon, my hair is not a mess!”
“Right now it is, yeah.”
“No, it is not!”
“Are ya suggestin’ I should lie about what I saw, Miss?”
“So you… want us to arrest the lady, sir?” one of the policemen interrupted that exchange, incredulous at the interaction between you and Alfie.
It served Alfie right, however, since his reputation had always been one to take care of the women in his community. As things were between him and the law, that charity probably remained the only thing between him and the noose.
“Nah, ‘course not,” Alfie waved his hand dismissively. “She’s clearly in a hurry, ain’t ya, luv?” Alfie asked you, with a smirk so devious you felt your cheeks going hot.
“Yes,” you said meekly, then saw Alfie make a face to encourage you to keep going. To spin the tale.
“I… You see, it’s my grandmother,” you said smoothly and Alfie’s smirk only grew. “That’s my brother’s car, he let me borrow it to fetch the doctor. It’s consumption, you see. Overtakin’ her as we speak.”
As the cherry on top, you stifled a fake sniff.
“Now you see, gentlemen, it’s a case of utmost emergency!” Alfie shouted, waving his cane about and obviously taking great pleasure in participating in your lie. “Thank you for your service, lads, there ya go.”
As the policemen gladly accepted a not-so-discreet bonus to their payment, you saw your chance and started to get back to the car.
But you thoroughly underestimated Alfie’s game.
“There now, I’ll drive ya, luv, you can never be too careful in these parts,” he said and quickly, quicker than you anticipated for the man, he made himself comfortable in the driver’s seat.
“Wouldn’t want any more accidents on the way, now would we, luv?” Alfie grumbled as he promptly handed you his cane and proceeded to fumble with the breaks and the accelerator as if he was trying to tame the car, not run it.
“There we go,” he announced as the engine sputtered and roared and you two sped along the street in a no less reckless manner than you had been driving before.
“Watch out!” you shrieked as Alfie almost drove straight into a flower cart on the corner.
“Don’t worry, luv, I know the way!” Alfie replied, then made a sharp turn towards London Bridge.
“You do?!”
“Right, not exactly, no, but it’s plain as day you’re not from Camden, luv.”
“What gave it away…” you sniped.
“Now, don’t get cocky, right, ya still almost ran me over an’ I have to tell ya, luv, that takes balls, right! ‘Cause as things stand, the bounty for me is as high as they go.”
You paled at the notion and when Alfie glanced at your expression in between the turns, he roared with laughter.
“Naaah, luv, don’t be like that! Just pullin’ your leg.”
“Very funny.”
“I like to think so, yeah.”
Obviously too pleased with himself to notice, Alfie missed you paying close attention to the cane you were still holding. It was definitely heavy and so well-used that you had trouble distinguishing what used to be the shape of its head.
“Right, seein’ as you almost ended me on my own bloody street, luv, you might as well give me your name,” Alfie interrupted your musings, not too pleased about your close inspection of his personal belongings (even though the contradicting bastard gave it to you for self-keeping himself).
But you gave him your name regardless and he remarked he thought it pretty. When you also gave him your address, he drove you straight home and even got out first to open the door for you. You thanked him quickly for what you supposed was straight up hijacking the car, but seeing as you had done so first to your brother, you thought the deeds even. You only prayed no one would see you with Alfie through the window. You knew your sisters would never let you forget it had they seen you two together.
You couldn’t have known that wouldn’t be the last time you saw Alfie Solomons. Somehow throughout the following weeks you seemed to have more chance encounters together than the Fates could possibly allow.
He was always pleasant about it, though, and sometimes even brought you flowers. Then he started buying you lunches and somehow it turned into a little tradition just between you two. You ate lunch together every Thursday.
You weren’t stupid of course, you knew what Alfie was after, but truth be told… You wouldn’t exactly mind giving it to him.
He never outright proposed, but he hinted at marriage enough times that it became just one more piece of the regular fun little puzzle between you.
“An’ how’s my favourite girl this mornin’?” he would ask you when he met you for a stroll.
“Very well, thank you, Alfie,” you’d reply, your tone thoroughly overdone on the casual side.
“Not too cold?”
“No.”
“Not too hungry?”
“Don’t think so.”
“So how ‘bout you marry me today, luv?”
“Oh, I can’t, Alfie!” you giggled as you looped your arm through his and let him lead you around the park. “I’m—”
“Right, let me guess,” he smirked. “Got my shirt inside out again?”
“No, the shirt is very clean today. That’s very unlike you.”
“Well, that’s a first.”
“Well, I told you not to fire your housekeeper, haven’t I?”
“Yeah, no harm done, I offered that old bat her bloody job back,” he grumbled and you giggled again.
“You’ll thank me later, Alfie.”
“I’m sure I won’t, luv.”
“You’re one stubborn man, d’you know that?”
“Yeah, can’t say I’ve never been told that one before.”
“So why can’t I marry you today, Alfie? You promised to guess.”
“Right, how’s about you’re too cold?”
“No, the weather’s quite nice.”
“Too hot?”
“Not really.”
“Too old?”
“Close.”
“Too young?”
You paused and so did he, because he somehow sensed this time it wasn’t just a game between you two. This time it wasn’t just banter; it was real.
“Luv, if I’m makin’ you do anythin’ you wouldn’t want to—”
“No!” you interrupted that train of thought as quickly as possible and took his hand in yours. “No. It’s just that… I don’t think I’m ready to be a wife, yet.”
“Right, in what way?”
“In… In every way, I suppose. I have no idea about running a household or ironing shirts or…”
“Right, thankfully yours truly has already been told he’s a slob.”
“Alfie, this is serious!”
“Right.”
He looked at you expectantly. You still haven’t let go of his hand, which he thought was rather promising.
“I just think I’d make a lousy wife, Alfie.”
“Yeah, that’s that then, luv, right, ‘cause look at the pair of us, I’d be a real lousy husband.”
That got him another giggle out of you, which he thought might have boosted his chances a little.
“Luv, if your parents don’t approve—”
“My parents don’t give two shits, Alfie, I’m not a princess or an heiress,” you chuckled. “I have two younger sisters and two brothers, as far as my chances stand I’d be happy if I scored a baker or some sort.”
“Right, funny you should say that…”
“A front doesn’t count, you madman!”
Even though you knew you crossed a line there by the way he looked around you two, he never did anything to chastise you or show his disapproval at the revelation you just uttered at full volume. In a way, it already told you everything there was to know about the man, had his previous behaviour not been proof enough that he cared about you a great deal.
You already knew you wanted to marry him, age difference between you be damned. So what were you so afraid of exactly?
“Luv, you already know I’m happy to wait for you forever if—”
You shook your head and got on your tiptoes to kiss him mid-speech, since you already knew that a speech was coming. The answer was, with Alfie by your side, you wouldn’t be afraid of anything.
#peaky blinders fanfic#peaky blinders imagine#peaky blinders x reader#alfie solomons fanfic#alfie solomons x reader#alfie solomons imagine#tom hardy fanfic#tom hardy imagine#tom hardy x reader
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What do you think will happen if Nightingale's wife reverted back to a child, let's say for about a week? But then the sinners want to steal Nightingale's wife to the point that Nightingale will walk in her office to see her wife surrounded with Zoya, Bai Yi, Langley, Shalom, Rahu, Eleven, Eirene, Chameleon, Chealsea and Hamel
All are planning something but luckily your wife was there to save you
-💜anon
Omg this is an amazing idea 😫
"Little Ms. Captain"
☆Prompt: Eureka made a potion and wanted the arrest captain to try it out. After seeing the effects of the potion, she knew she made a mistake somewhere.
☆Warnings: Wholesome fluff, includes, Nightingale, Bai Yi, Zoya, Langley, Eleven, Rahu, Chelsea, Eirene, Chameleon.
Since you it was your job to take care of the sinners, Eureka called you and several other sinners into her lab, asking each of them to be her test subject. None of them agreed, so you stepped up and agreed, not knowing that she accidentally mixed wrong chemicals inside the potion. You took a sip and didn't feel anything strange so you gave her a thumbs up.
At the end of the day, Nightingale and you were cuddling together in your shared bed and after a few touches and teasing, you made love to your wife, lasting for atleast four hours before falling asleep with a weird gut feeling.
The sun rays blared through the curtains of your shared room, Nightingale woke up, the sheets covering her red and bitten chest. She looked around and her heart stopped in her chest when she saw a child sprawled out on the bed, snoring away naked. "What in the hell?!" Hearing her loud voice, the child woke up, startled upon seeing the panicked expression on Nightingale's face. "Y/n? Is that you?"
"Yes it's me what-ahh!" You see how tiny your hands looked and realised that Nightingale looked bigger than usual. Did she grow? Or did you shrink? You pulled off the covers and saw tiny feet and toes. "Oh my fuck I'm a child! It must be the potion Eureka mixed for me!" Nightingale's was still in shock before she reached over and hugged you close to her body, squealing at her downright adorable you looked.
"H-hey! Hey stop it!" She didn't stop as she kept cuddling and kissing you. You sighed as you knew you weren't getting away anytime soon.
When you and her arrived, Nightingale had you wrapped up in her coat, your tiny frame clinging to her body. When chief asked where you were, she opened her coat and you popped out. "You're so little... and cute!!" Chief pulled you out of Nightingale's coat and squished you as Nightingale watched with a smile on her face.
Even though you were a child, you had no choice but to return to your station and when your arrest team saw you, they all squealed upon seeing a little Captain. Despite that cute facade, you had a strict and commanding tone, and no one could take you seriously that day. "I'm so sorry caption but you're just too cute!"
"Yeah boss, I can't take you seriously at all!"
You sighed at all the comments and let them off that day. Word got around quickly that the arrest captain turned into a child by one of the sinners and the other ones had crazy ideas.
In the afternoon, you were seated in Nightingale's office when the door creaked open and several sinners walked in with a mischievous smile on their faces. Even the leader of the Nineth agency was there. "What are you guys doing here?!" Your face was red due to embarrassment of them catching you.
"We came to pay our beloved Captain a respect," Langley replied with a smirk. The sinners started surrounding your chair, and Zoya kicked the table away to surround you from the front.
"Your cheeks are... chubby..." Hamel breathed out, mesmerised by your cute yet pretty face.
"Oh you sure can be my sugar baby," Chelsea out emphasis on 'baby'.
"For such a mean Captain, you are cute as a child," Shalom chuckled.
You gulped as you were surrounded by hot women. Before Chameleon could lift you, Nightingale's voice blared through the room. "Please step away from her!" She marched through the room and pushed through the Sinners and picked you up, with you immediately clinging to her.
"No touching!" They all 'awwed' at your squeaky voice before Langley told them all to return to their cells.
"Have fun in that form, little Ms. Captain," she smiled before walking away. You and Nightingale looked at each other before you whined and pouted, while she just chuckled.
"Well I guess I won't be letting you go any time soon then."
Let's just say, you paid Eureka a nice visit once you returned to normal.
#path to nowhere nightingale#path to nowhere langley#path to nowhere zoya#path to nowhere bai yi#path to nowhere eirene#path to nowhere x reader#nightingale#bai yi#path to nowhere#ptn#💜 anon
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things that I didn't expect in each Lockood & Co. episode
E.1: This Will Be Us:
The intro is fucking sick
THE DOOR ON THE LANDING IS IN THE INTROOOOO
The Locket was changed to a ring?!????
Everything else was insanely accurate
"Lockwood's a dick"
E.2: Let Go Of Me:
Ghost-lock is like...a really big issue??
"Yeah, she can be a bit...quirky,"
Lockwood didn't use his smiley giraffe toy mobile😭
Uh Lucy was literally possessed~
LOCKWOOD'S RED SOCKSSS
"He's a little shit, sir."
The boys freaking out at the end when they find out Lucy had the ring the whole time
E.3: Doubt Thou The Stars:
"You've got a real hard-on for him, haven't you?" "Well, if you want to put it like that."
Combe Carrey Hall is ELEGANT
THE GOGGLES ARE SO GOOFY LOOKING OML
They got "arrested"???
Penelope Fittes just trotting up to them at the Fitte's boy's funeral??
LUCY GETTING HER FOURTH GRADE
LUCY JUST FUCKING PASSING OUT AT THE END???
E.4: Sweet Dreams:
Lucy wasn't at the wraith cemetery at the beginning of the whispering skull😭
"And you just wanna watch him...die."
JOPLIN IS A WOMANNNNNN💅💅💪💅😭
Kensel Green was owned by the Bickerstaffs and their son - Edmund - was caught digging up corpses uhhhhh
Lucy's mental breakdown in kensel green
Bickerstaffs ghost being so fucking huge and like disintegrating lucy's rapier
The skull's voice being like warped and so fucking creepy oml
"and it proves that I am like-" "clinically insane?" "REALLY FUCKIN POWERFUL"
"I know I look like Anthony Lockwood, but I'm not. I'm actually a fully qualified doctor."
The episode went by insanely quick??? Like?
E.5: Death Is Coming:
The Tendy's badge??
Joplin is giving....pedophile
Also is her actor the same one who plays molly in sherlock????
MRS WINKMAN IS A FUCKIN BADASS
Nahhh cuz winkman's freaking voice-
LOCKWOOD WAS IN AN ELECTRIC CHAIR THE WHOLE TIME LMAO
ALSO WHY IS WINKMAN SO VIOLENT ISN'T HE SUPPOSED TO CARESS LOCKY'S HAND AND TELL HIM TO GO AWAY??
Leopold was abused😭😭😭😭😭
E.6: You Never Asked:
The ghosts of bickerstaff's patients like that was so creepy
The Golden Blade's manbun💅
Salt sprinklers instead of water sprinklers??? And they're gorgeous??!???
E.7: Mesmerised
LOCKWOOD HYPERVENTILATING AT THE AUCTION AND HIM AND LUCY HOLDING EACH OTHER AND THE "NOW PLEASE PLEASE GET BACK TO BEING A FLIPPANT DICKGEAD AND GET US OUT OF HERE"😭😭😭
Golden blade snapping Lockwood's rapier and then lucy hoping up behind him and absolutely annihilating his fucking back
Lockwood was wearing blue socks this time
"You me and herons, let's do it" AHSHSVSH I'VE ALWAYS SHIPPED GEORGE AND FLO ITS FINALLY HAPPENINGBKAJDBD
LOCKWOOD HELPING LUCY OF THE GROUND AND THEM LOOKING AT EACH OTHER LIKE THEY'RE GONNA KISS AND THEN LUCY SHOVING LOCKY AND StRuTtInG AWAY
E.8: Not The Eternal:
All of the circles George drew on the thinking cloth
Winkman taking his jacket off like a baddie💅💪
"And I'm Anthony bloody Lockwood"
Kipps having a panic attack and totally crying in the catacombs😭
Kat godwin being so fucking sexy with her rapier
"To save my friends." 🏃♂️"And Kipps."🏃♂️
Golden Blade shooting Lockwood and yeeting him down into the catacombs
Luce using the skull to look at the bone glass????
Lockwood in his normal clothes at the end and all of them bustling around like a little family😭😭😭😭😭😭
"Lockwood almost died a thousand times, but I think he's decided he's better off alive. Which is really good"
LUCY SHOVING A DONUT IN GEORGE'S MOUTH LMAOOO
AND LOCKY WASN'T WEARING SHOES
IN CONCLUSION I AM READY FOR THE HOLLOW BOY
#Lockwood and co#lockwood & co#L&co#l&co spoilers#l&co. netflix#lockwood and co netflix#lockwood and co spoilers#lockwood & co netflix#lockwood & co spoilers#anthony lockwood#lucy carlyle#george karim#George cubbins#Quill kipps#locklyle#kat godwin#Flo bones#florence bonnard#ned shaw#bobby vernon#penelope fittes#skull in the jar#the skull in the jar#the skull#jonathan stroud#the screaming staircase#the whispering skull
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the way you draw dick is honestly mesmerising your art is incredible <3
do u have any specific headcanons about dick’s teenage rebellion stage? angst or fluffy (:
he had a mullet when he lived in the manor that bruce payed him to keep short. when he moved out he grew it to his waist and dyed it blue.
roy was going thru his thing too and they’d party together and that’s how dick fell hard into the drug scene. to this day roy still resents himself for letting that happen.
if u ask 30 year old dick what happened at the time he couldn’t tell you much. it was all a blur. he knocked out a tooth while diving into a pool from the roof and missed the pool so he got it redone but he doesn’t remember which tooth it was
he lives in terror of the day one of his old party buddies recognizes him, or worse, recognizes him while he’s arresting them
he got a bunch of dumb tattoos that he had to cover up for work and only kori roy babs and wally know about them. one of them is wally’s face on sonic the hedgehog’s body
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“Caught in a web, drunk on love”
Shutara Senjumaru x Reader
wc : 3100
cw : not really unrequited love // jealousy // misunderstandings // a sprinkle of drama // fluffy floofs
well what can i say. she’s so mommy and i’m a hoe for mommies so i couldn’t help it. always wanted to write something for her but i was just needing that little push which obviously her bankai gave me 😩
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Spider. A creature you have never been too big of a fan of. Those creepy crawlers with their beady eyes and fuzzy limbs are, and will always be the genesis of your nightmares. Simply the idea of the word will forever have dread burgeoning within you and ice cascading down your spine, or so you have believed. Why, then, are flowers blooming inside your chest as you watch the bane of your existence weaving a web? In other words, you are atrociously, irreversibly, positively, and utterly fucked.
In the Soul King Palace, you are one of the less important guards under the direct command of one Shutara Senjumaru. Less important of course than the esteemed Royal Guards, but certainly on par with the strongest of shinigamis. Although there is no official title to it, your position beside your lady is an equivalent of a Lieutenant down in Seireitei.
Ever since the beginning, the divine general of the north, with her onyx hair and golden halo, eyes oozing with mesmerism, and lips a delightful red, but the most arresting of all, her spindly automatonic limbs sprouting from her back like six unworldly wings, has reminded you of a spider: one that is elegant and teeming with splendour. The lady’s introduction into your life has seeded in you a habit of conjuring up her face whenever you see or even think of your once-dreaded friends. In fact, when you think of an eight-legged crawler, you are rarely thinking of one and very much thinking of the six artificially limbed stunner. Hence, you are decisively fucked.
In pursuit of comfort, your hand, as if having a mind of its own, glide towards your waist where a knitted red charm dwells, the tassel of which dangles from the white sash of your uniform. Running delicate fingers along the intricate patterns of fine silk, your lips flourish into a smile.
From socks to scarfs and whatnots, your lady, the great weaver as her name suggests, has tailored many a thing for you. Not only has she remedied a great many holes in your battle worn uniforms, she has also graciously showered you with a miscellany of pristine garments. After all, artisanship is your lady’s forte, occurring as naturally as breathing to her, and her six hands are either sewing, knitting, embroidering or doing all three of it at the same time. She does it with such great finesse and dexterity that she may as well be carving a statue of herself out of your heart, for it worships the very ground she walks on.
When you notice her presence, you smell it before you hear it. Delightfully floral with a touch of dark undertones, heavenly, mysterious and so undoubtedly her.
“It was my understanding that you have a strong dislike for them, no?”
Comes the mesmerising lilt of her voice, glazed with a trickle of tease, and you smile a little, knowing smile, bringing your gaze from the spider to its human counterpart.
“I’ve steadily started finding them charming I’m afraid.” The little blossom of a smile on your lips once you search her eyes is that of softness. Your lady regards you coolly with a barely noticeable smile, drenched in enigma by her siren-eyed gaze, the caress of which is well-nigh tangible on your face. It does a quick travel to your waist, and upon finding the gift that you carry on your body since acquiring it, a hum spills forth a pair of bewitching, blood-red lips.
“Walk with me.”
You take the hand that she offers, smooth, spindly and rather ample in size that you are only truly able to grasp two of her lithe digits.
“With pleasure, my lady.”
“Am I allowed to wonder what exactly is the architect of your change in impression of arachnid? You of yore would flee the site if she so much as catches a glimpse of an itsy-bitsy one, I’m sure.”
You love that she remembers things about you the way you do things about her. She fancies her tea with a drizzle of honey. Not unlike a spider, she does have eight arms, the two of which are of her own flesh and blood, and because she keeps them hidden under her cloak at all times, only a handful of people have witnessed them. You have, during a visit to the hot spring in Kirinden. Nobody has given her a gift personally hand crafted by them, so when you have made for her a braided charm, a very clumsy attempt at that, she has told you that she would cherish it, and cherish it, she does. Despite it being faulty, it has found its forever home tucked safely in the red sash of her outfit, the tassel of it peeking out from under her haori with every elegant step she takes. Playful banter is her favourite pastime and it amuses her greatly that you indulge her. So once again, you do.
“You have every liberty to wonder, my lady. The decision to answer lies in my hand after all. I will say this though, it’s who rather than what.”
“My,” So she drawls in a tone that deliciously tickles your spine, and when she stops, you do too, watching as lips reveal teeth in a kittenish smile. “is that so?”
You have an inkling that to an extent, she knows of your fondness for her, evident in the way she humors you. Judging from her behaviors, she does not appear entirely opposed to it, and you might even go as far as saying that there is a good chance of her considering you should you confess.
Suddenly, a droplet touches your cheek. In the small interval of time that it takes for you to look up, your lady has expertly woven an umbrella out of thin air, all the while her one hand holds onto yours. By the time a drizzle escalates to a downpour, you are well under the protection of your lady’s masterful craft. However, your heart is going haywire, for the space between the two of you has considerably narrowed when your eyes meet. Leaning forward, a cool pad of a thumb presses a delicate kiss onto your cheek, caressing the wetness away from your face which inadvertently leaves a pink tinge in its wake.
“Let’s call it a day, shall we?”
At your nod of approval, she adjusts her hold on you, slipping her fingers just so that your hands are intertwined together. The tips of her robotic digits easily reach your wrist, and when the cool pad of her thumb gingerly traces the hummingbird flutter of your pulse, the little creature coos inside your ribcage.
Roses are red.
The sky is blue.
And oh how you love Senjumaru.
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“Yoohoo Shutara, look who I found dilly-dallying around!”
The guffaw of Hikifune jolts Senjumaru out of her bath induced reverie. Her head tilts, propped up by her fist, the dark waterfall of her hair swaying slightly as her eyes lazily search her friend.
Think of the devil and the devil is here.
A ghost of a smile graces her lips, for she finds you tucked under the arm of the ruler of grain. It has been a while after all since the two of you have spent time together.
“Can you please unhand me?” More laughter ensues, louder this time, and your request is effectively nipped in the bud. Ruffling your hair, she tugs you closer to the point that you are smothered by her generous bosoms.
“Lady Hikifune, you- you’re-”
Killing me with your breasts! You wanted to say, but instead, you are left a sputtering mess.
“My my, haven’t you bagged yourself a cutie, Shutara!”
Granted, Senjumaru would find the sweet strawberry shade on your cheeks ridiculously charming, that is, if it had been a product of her doing. Certainly not after you have just been called a cutie by a woman who has her breasts shoved into your face.
And so, she rises with all the grace of a nymph, droplets on her body twinkling like little diamonds in the soft light.
“Why Kirio, I thank you on behalf of my girl for escorting her to me,” Meanwhile, she has effortlessly drawn you into her arms, one of which is slithering across your waist. Alas, the little wasp has been caught in a spider’s web. “but if I do recall, you have matters to attend to, have you not? By all means, do not let us hinder you.”
“Ugh now my mood is spoiled, thank you very much Shutara.” The divine general of the south’s voice drips with sarcasm, and that of the north replies just as sarcastically. “Of course.”
“On another note, I smell ya later cutie!”
With a wink thrown towards your way, the cheery general is gone.
“Wild woman.” Murmurs Senjumaru as two fingers pinch the bridge of her nose.
You on the other hand, through the flimsy fabric of your robe, can feel her body pressing into your back; all the ridges and the valleys, every dip and dent, and lord is she so wonderfully soft.
Suddenly, along with a ghost of a breath on the shell of your ear, her voice greets you. “Hello there, my girl.” Like a dollop of butter on a pile of warm, fluffy pancakes, you melt, all giddy and toasty inside. “Now that you’re here, could I trouble you to give my hair a wash?”
“It’s no trouble at all. I’d be delighted to.�� You do not dare turn lest your legs fail you, and in a desperate need of a moment of reprieve for your sorry little heart, you chance a glance at her. “Why don’t you go relax in the water, my lady. I’ll be right with you.”
There is a beat of silence before you feel hands on your hips and a delicate touch of lips on your nape.
“Do not keep me waiting for too long.”
The milkiness of her skin practically glows in the warm water while her luscious mane, like the finest of silks, effortlessly slips through your fingers. The urge to bury your nose in her silky smooth strands is strong, but not as strong as the urge to nuzzle your face in the exquisite beauty of a neck that is captivating you from beneath those onyx mane. Lost in a daydream, you do not realise that you have paused amidst your task until your lady turns towards you. Without so much as a warning, she pulls you into the pool. The sorry excuse of a cloth on your body gives way to water, and you mirror your lady in that you are now thoroughly soaked and bare.
Her gaze roams, and you notice the exact moment that the warm mischievous glint in her eyes goes glacial. She has seen your body, or rather the marks peppered across your neck and chest in varying shades of red. Her face is unreadable, the very picture of aloofness, and although it stings, although it seems as if a chasm has suddenly appeared between the two of you, you try to bridge it, take a step, an olive branch of sorts. It is your darkest nightmare comes true however when she avoids the hand that reaches for her, a look of, dare you say, disgust etched onto her face, and without so much as a word, she takes leave.
What have you done wrong, you do not understand.
All you know is that you feel discarded as though you are but a stale meal.
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To have been branded by this enchantress of a woman and afterwards carry the very traces of herself on your body, even with a good chance that she will no longer have any recollection of your little moment together, has filled you with bliss as much as having her mouth on your flesh did.
Although her mien has betrayed nothing and she was the very picture of poise, you knew she was drunk as soon as endearments fell freely from her lips. “My darling sweetheart” so she has called you, and you have been too naive, too lovesick to believe that, albeit being under the influence of liquor, she has peppered you with kisses while thinking of you, while still being aware that it was on your body that she was leaving her traces. Alas, it has never crossed your mind that you would turn out to be a cheap substitute for the one she truly desires.
“Oi oi Lady Senjumaru has brought a girl to her palace.”
When you have heard such murmurs amongst the guards, as selfish as it is, you were hoping it to be a falsehood.
Your little glimmer of a hope is crushed into smithereens once you are summoned to her chambers only to have your heart join the pile of dust on the ground. Nestled in your lady’s arms like a baby bird, a naked girl mewls and trembles whilst red lips leave messy kisses along her jaw and down the length of her neck.
The spider is making a show of devouring its prey, but instead of fear, you fall victim to pain, oh wretched, unforgiving pain. She is being deliberately cruel because ultimately, you are an audience to this play only due to her invitation.
“My darling little sweetheart.” And you watch, drenched in melancholy, as your lady savours the lips of someone who is not you.
Oh.
“You.” Comes the voice, indifferent unlike the loving coo that was just uttered to the girl cradled close to her chest. “I want you to tidy up my place while I take my darling home.”
Oh.
A nod, or rather, a bow is all you can manage so as not to bare your features that is now marred with an endless cascade of tears.
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Peeved would be a horrible understatement. It does not bode well with Senjumaru that while you were all she could think about, you had been cosying up to another, who, for all she knows, could have been one of her friends. Judging from the little display the other day, it could very well have been Kirio. How laughable she must have appeared, being all overly defensive for naught.
She admits however that she was unnecessarily cruel with her reaction, and that her little act of revenge was childish at best. Essentially, she has only herself to blame, misinterpreting your innocent admiration for her to be something else, something sacred. And now, with that calloused display of hers, she might have even ruined the bond that the two of you have shared.
No matter how she reasons with herself, it still perturbs her after all, and once again, something ugly rears its head when she finds more of those lingering hickeys on your body while she crosses paths with you in Kirinden.
Good and evil play a tug of war, and evil emerges victorious.
“Back from another fun, I presume?”
“Why do you care?”
“My, what gives you the impression that I do? I’m merely curious which one of my comrades’ bed one of my guards is diligently warming every night.”
“Curiosity kills the cat, Lady Senjumaru.”
Rising out of the pool like a predator on a hunt, she corners her prey. Whereas her spindly arms manipulate you so that you are facing away from her and then, trap you against the wall, her two hands find home in the dip of your hips, pulling you until your back fits into the curve of her body.
“And oh does it pounce!” Growls the hunter as lips find your nape, teeth bestowing bruises and tongue soothing stings, all the while you shake like a leaf in her bodily confine.
Her hands wander over to your ribcage, holding you there, thumbing the soft underside of your breasts. It has your back curving into her body.
“Swift work is my biggest selling point, you understand. Do not underestimate the name of Senjumaru.” The sinking of her teeth directly into the throbbing vein on your neck triggers your fingers to dig into the flesh of her thigh. “Shu- ngh- Shutara.”
Senjumaru remembers a dream, an all too tantalising dream. In it, her charming little prey was deliciously caught in her web, and the great weaver has taken her sweet time savouring the delectable creature. What a divine little thing her prey was, squirming in her grasp and panting her name, ambrosia to her ears, while her mouth has mapped as many inches of skin as she could manage, committing everything to memory. It stays with her even when dawn breaks, except that, the dream she had was all but a dream, eluded Senjumaru.
Amidst her arm twining round your chest, she hears it, a broken little sound that is but a tiny whisper.
“Why are you doing this to me?”
The lady turns you in her arms. With gentle fingers, she tucks a few wayward strands behind your ears to reveal more of her colourful works, which she gingerly traces with a delicate digit.
“These were my doing.” It is not a query, merely a statement.
“I understand that you have mistaken me for someone else.” You release a sigh, eyes slipping shut when a thumb presses onto a particularly sore spot. “So please, just let me be.”
“Is that what you want of me? To let you be?”
“What I want doesn’t matter.”
“Why doesn’t it matter?” Your attempt to flee from her gaze is effectively put to an end by a hand cradling your jaw. Mindlessly, a thumb bestows soft caresses to the apple of your cheek. “Answer me.”
“It just doesn’t, alright? Because I’m not- I’m not what you want.” When you look into her eyes, she finds in yours the first dew of tears, and before they could escalate into a cloudburst, she pulls you into her six-armed embrace, your face safely tucked into the nook of her neck. Along with a soft lingering press of a kiss atop your temple, she breathes her words into your skin. “Though I have a penchant for darning, it seems I’m superb at tearing the one thing I want perfectly weaved.”
“I hate you, my lady.” By the way your hands are fisting into her flesh as though your life depends on it, she begs to differ, though she only indulges you, a ghost of a smile hanging loosely on her lips. “Do you now?”
“Very much so. I hate that I love you.”
“Oh, but my dearest, how I love that you love me.”
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The Unlikely Lads: How Pete Doherty, Louis Tomlinson and Noel Gallagher teamed up for rising star Andrew Cushin
Not much can unite an Oasis brother, a One Directioner, and an erstwhile Babyshambler – but Andrew Cushin has done just that. Mark Beaumont speaks to the singer and his A-list backers about what they see in this Geordie ‘destined for great things’
Maybe once in a generation, the stars align: barriers crumble and the pop lamb lies down with the indie rock jackal. Kylie Minogue and Nick Cave. Miley Cyrus and The Flaming Lips. And now, Louis Tomlinson and Pete (now Peter) Doherty: united not on record, but to co-release the debut album by 23-year-old Andrew Cushin, a little-known Newcastle troubadour with a gift for mesmerising superstars – from all walks, evidently.
There’s no other explanation for a story that reads like A Star is Bornmeets Pygmalion, with a dash of The Karate Kid – on a hefty fried breakfast – thrown in. One whiff of Cushin’s early live footage and Noel Gallagher was producing his songs. A glimpse of him playing on Soccer AM and Tomlinson swept him away around the world on tour. Brief exposure to his onstage performance and Doherty was clamouring to release his debut album alongside Tomlinson, in what has become a hands-across-the-cultural-ocean collaboration. Forget “right place, right time”, Cushin is the right place and his time is clearly now.
“It’s all happened very much by chance,” this Geordie Maharishi self-deprecates down the phone from an airport midway through his 36 dates supporting Tomlinson on a tour that’s taken him across the UK, Europe and America. In several weeks his album, Waiting For The Rain, will come close to breaking the Top 40, partly down to such support from big-name mentors, partly thanks to an arresting talent set to bewitch a generation. “There’s a lot of acts that gig for three or four years and then they get discovered,” he says. “We were the opposite – you’re going out on this tour, but you’ve already got these big names behind you, you’ve just got to go and learn now. It’s been like an apprenticeship in music.”
Luck, Cushin’s celebrity backers will attest, had very little to do with it. “The songs are great,” Tomlinson tells me. “They’re super honest, super real. The lyrics cut deep, some of them, and I think that’s really brave as a new songwriter.” Doherty agrees. “It was the weight of what he was singing about, that was the first thing that grabbed me,” the Libertines rocker says. “The emotional weight of his songs and also the strength of his voice.”
Hard-earned traits, it transpires. In the wake of his father’s death, a then 18-year-old Cushin began pouring his anguish and survival instinct into rock-leaning singer-songwriting of brutal honesty and stirring redemption. If “Just Like You’d Want Me To” was an open letter to his father about his determination to overcome his grief and forge on to glory, the glowering “4.5%” was a devastating portrait of the effect his dad’s alcoholism had on the family. “By 12, he’s falling down the stairs, by one he’s claiming no one cares,” Cushin sings over plaintive piano and a faded heartbeat, “each drink, it drowns your son and daughter”.
“I wrote that three days after he passed away, out of such horrible emotions of losing a parent and not being able to speak to anybody,” Cushin says of what he calls his “therapy song”. “Sometimes it is hard for me to sing because it does bring me back to that place. But at the same time I’ve played that song so many times now and it’s amazing how many people come forward and can relate to it. Anybody who goes through having a parent who’s alcoholic or a friend who’s alcoholic, they all have similar stories and feelings about things that go on. If somebody knows someone who’s an alcoholic, they’ll know what I went through and vice versa.”
Cushin set about playing his songs around the pubs of Newcastle. Within three weeks he had secured a manager with links to Noel Gallagher who, in turn, put Cushin in touch with promoters and labels after being emailed a video clip of a live show. “When I was growing up my heroes were Noel and Weller and basically everything that my dad used to listen to,” Cushin says. “So to be doing music for about three weeks and to have an email from Noel and him to help us out with promoters and that, it was an insane three or four weeks. I hadn’t even played a gig outside of Newcastle at that point.”
Gallagher produced, sang backing vocals and played guitar on Cushin’s 2020 track “Where’s My Family Gone”, a raw dissection of familial conflict and the third and final single Cushin released on Virgin before his deal collapsed and gigs dried up during the pandemic. Cushin took Gallagher’s parting advice to heart, though. “He told us to graft,” he told NME in 2020. “He just said keep your head down, work hard and write, write, write. That’s what I’ll do.”
Constructing his album during the Covid downtime, Cushin swiftly bounced back, blessed from pop’s Mount Olympus. At his first post-lockdown shows, supporting Doherty solo for three dates, he found the Libertines singer side of stage each night, increasingly enthused by his performances. “I got about two songs in and I looked to my left and he was stood at the side of the stage kinda clapping away,” Cushin recalls. Doherty, having launched his own label Strap-Originals, enquired if he was signed. “I went, ‘No, no, we’ve just been released’, he went ‘Let’s see if we can do something’. Second night it was ‘We definitely need to do something’ and by the third night, he was all for it. Within four or five weeks we had a full album deal on the table.”
As the deal progressed, Doherty took Cushin on UK tours, drinking and jamming together on the road. Although, from the sound of it, touring with the now reputedly drug-free Doherty is no longer the class-A bacchanal of old. “I wouldn’t necessarily say [the tours were] wild,” Cushin claims, “Peter is getting on a little bit now, he’s a little bit older.” Then, last October, a fateful performance on Soccer AM mesmerised another high-profile supporter of the six-stringed arts.
“I just thought Andrew came across really f***ing confident,” says Tomlinson, who messaged Cushin on Twitter after the show to offer him a support slot at Shepherd’s Bush Empire. That show turned into 36 support dates across the world. “A lot of my fans will know that I’ve always been interested in new music and people on the up and however else I can offer a bit of advice or help. And if he’s already got the songwriting prowess that he’s got at this age on his debut album, the kid’s destined for great things. He came out on the American tour and he was mostly acoustic for a lot of it and that’s a real tough gig, just you and a guitar. But his voice is f***ing huge, a really big sounding voice. He really came into his own as a singer but also as a performer.”
As curator of his own The Away From Home indie rock festival in Italy, where he headlined alongside acts such as Blossoms and The Cribs this August, Tomlinson confesses to having been One Direction’s secret guitar rock fanatic. “It’s what I grew up listening to,” he says. “There was this really good indie bar in Doncaster where I grew up. It was 10 quid all you could drink. It lasted about 18 months and then the council banned it, but it was f***ing incredible. So that’s where I got into all that indie guitar music and stuff like that. To be honest, I kinda dumbed that down a little bit when I was in the band, obviously, because it was a very different thing, One Direction. So I think as I’ve gone out on my own it’s been about re-finding my roots and guitar music is something that has had a massive influence on my life.”
To this end, Tomlinson hopes to convert his more pop-inclined fans to the ways of the distortion pedal, bed hair and fourth-day jeans. “What’s fascinating to me is watching my fanbase watching [guitar bands], listening to this music and taking a real passion like I do. That makes me really proud.” And also, from a talent show phenomenon who’d otherwise have wanted to become a teacher or sports coach, a touch of popstar payback.
‘If I’m feeling down or if I’m in a bad way my therapy is the guitar’
Tomlinson’s 78 Productions teaming up with Doherty’s Strap-Originals label, then, isn’t quite the clash of cultural opposites it first appears. “Look at some of the great labels,” Doherty argues. “Look at The Sex Pistols with Malcolm McLaren getting together with Richard Branson. Over the years, labels’ main aim was to be a springboard for their artists to get as many people to hear the music they believe in. Whatever that takes – if that means having a major label take you up the alley for five minutes I will do that for my artists any day of the week.”
“Obviously I was a massive Libertines fan growing up,” says Tomlinson of his grungier counterpart. “It’s an honour to me. I really look up to [Doherty] as a songwriter, as a poet, as a creative in general. And I also know that he’s got Andrew’s best interests at heart, which is not something you can always say in these kinds of joint ventures.” The pair haven’t yet met to thrash out the details over a power fry-up, though. “There’s not been a lot of back and forth,” says Tomlinson, “We’re both busy guys. I’d love to sit down and have a chat with him, definitely. That sounds like the kind of business meeting I’d want to turn up to.”
It’s something of a fairytale ending for Cushin, and his Dave Eringa-produced album that is so fraught with struggle. Alongside celebratory Britpopian terrace anthems like “Wor Flags” and orchestral pop uplifts like “Dream for a Moment”, grimy soul rocker “Let Me Give It To You” tackles drug abuse, while the fatalistic “The End” envisions Cushin’s own funeral, complete with child choir singing: “It’s the end of everything and I didn’t mean a thing.” And, on “You’ll Be Free”, he confronts the sometimes-fatal consequences of men being expected to bottle up their pain.
“Suicide is something I hold very, very close to my chest, unfortunately,” Cushin says of the song. “I’ve lost the most important people in my life to suicide. Everybody coming through with their support for different organisations has been amazing but, for me, I can’t go and talk to someone. If I’m feeling down or if I’m in a bad way my therapy is the guitar.”
There’s something deeply heartening, then, about seeing Cushin so enthusiastically grasp the A-list opportunities flung in his path. “We were over the moon when both Louis and Peter both came together,” he says. “It’s such a dream thing for me to be in the middle, releasing a record through these two unbelievable artists. We’ve already done so much so quickly and we’re in a massive whirlwind of people just pushing and pushing.” Cushin may be the celebrity-coveted Bored Ape NFT of singer-songwriters, but his value is set to rocket.
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Nayeon x Sana / Cam Girl
Nayeon's POV
"Mmm". I heard from the speakers of my laptop. My hand was moving up and down my cock.
"You like watching me?". The cam girl gasped out while she was sliding two fingers in and out of her pussy.
Her fingers were glistening with her wetness.
"Fuck". I gasped out and started pumping faster. If you believe it or not, it was coincidence that I got onto her page.
I mean I'm a perv I won't deny that, but I'm not that much of a perv to watch some strangers fuck themselves on the internet in front of other strangers.
But this girl, which I've never even seen the face of, was just mesmerising to me.
Her voice especially.
She let out another moan and started to play with her nipples. I had to bite my lip while I was still pumping my hand up and down on my dick.
"I wish you could fuck me right now". She cried out and spanked her pussy.
I mean, everyone else watching right now felt probably exactly like I did in this moment. Totally turned on and desperate for her touch.
She gave you a feeling of being something special and that she is only doing this for you. Maybe that's why she was mesmerising me so much.
"Let's cum together". She rasped out and after a few seconds she reached her climax and so did I.
"Fuck, that was good. I hope you enjoyed it as much a I did. See you next time". She said and waved into the camera.
I was left staring at the screen on my laptop. My cum still sticking onto my stomach. I grabbed some tissues from my nightstand and cleaned everything up.
I was getting ready for bed when I heard my phone ringing. I picked it up and saw my best friend calling me.
"What do you want?". I asked and put her on speaker while I was putting moisturiser on my face.
"Hello to you to". She responded and I could literally hear her eyes rolling.
"Don't roll your eyes at me". I said.
"How did yo- Nevermind, I just called to ask if you wanna hang out".
"Sana, it's almost midnight".
"Please?". She asked with her cute voice.
I let out a sigh.
"Fine, but you come over. I already got ready for bed".
"Okay I'll be at your place in like 15 minutes".
"Alright". I said and hang up.
While I was laying on my bed waiting for her, I heard a knock on my door.
"Finally". I said when I opened the door and saw her smiling at me already.
"Aww did you miss me so much?". She asked sarcastically. I playfully glared at her and she smiled even more.
"So why did you wanted to meet?".
"What? I can't see my best friend ?".
"Yes you can. I just wondered because it's so late already".
"I just wanted to hang out a bit. Watch some movies, eat some snacks you know?". She said and sat down on my king sized bed.
"And I love your bed". She sighed and laid down on her back, lifting her arms up her head which made her shirt slide up a bit. I automatically stared at her exposed skin.
"Y-Yeah okay umm well, you can choose a movie already. I'll make us some snacks".
"Yeah okay". She said and I walked into my kitchen to put some snacks in the bowl.
When I came back into my room she was just staring at the screen of my laptop.
"So have you found something?". I asked and placed the bowl down on my nightstand.
I turned the laptop to the side so I can see, but when I saw what she was looking at I felt my whole face starting to burn with embarrassment.
"Omg this is so embarrassing, holy shit". I rambled and quickly closed the page where I was watching the cam girls live earlier.
"You watch cam girls?". She smirked and stared at me.
"I'm definitely not going to talk with you about that". I mumbled.
"Why not? It's nothing forbidden. It's not like you can get arrested for this". She said and giggled. I just glared at her and she stared at me.
"So...tell me. What do you like about cam girls ?".
"I don't watch cam girls. Only this one". I said and blushed even more.
"Why only this girl? Is there something you like about her? Have you watched other girls as well?".
"Why are you so interested in this?".
"Just tell me". She said impatiently.
"Jeez okay. I just like this one. I tried watching other girls as well, to see if I was just being weird or whatever. But this girl has something that mesmerises me. You know what's funny?". I asked and she just kept staring at me.
"I never saw her face but I feel like she is such a beautiful woman. I feel close to her, I don't know, it probably sounds weird to you...". I said and fiddled with my fingers.
"Why do you like her so much?". She asked and her voice turned a little raspier.
"I like the way she talks to me, the way she makes you feel like it's only the both of you right now and not like thousands of other people watching. Or the way she touches herself, so soft and gentle like she would break any second. But what I like the most about her is her voice". I said.
"Her voice?". She asked and I nodded my head.
"How come?".
"I don't know. I just love how her breath hitches when she hits this specific spot when she touches herself. Or when she tries to say something but it gets caught in her throat because she is too turned on to build full sentences".
"Sounds like you really like her". She said and I saw how she pressed her thighs together.
"Mhm". I hummed and she bit her lip.
"Have you ever thought about how she would look like?". She asked.
"No not really. But I just know that's she's beautiful. She has to be".
"Have you fucked yourself earlier watching her?".
"W-Why should I tell you?". I stuttered out and she smirked.
"So you did?". I blushed once again.
"What if you would meet the girl in person? What would you do?".
"Let's be honest here. I don't even know what she looks like, neither her name or where she's from. So I will definitely not meet her".
"But what if. What if you know her? What would you do?".
"I don't know. I've never thought about it".
"Would you fuck her?". She asked.
"I mean...I jerk off by imagining fucking her, sooo...yeah probably".
"It's actually really hot, knowing you jerk off by watching me". She said and slid her hand up my leg.
"Hahahaha yeah-Wait what?!". I asked shocked and stared at her with wide eyes.
"The cam girl. That's me actually". She said and smirked at me.
"Stop Sana, that's not funny". I said and pushed her hand off my leg. She sighed and stood up from the bed. I just stared at her with pink cheeks. She started taking her shirt off and my eyes widened.
"W-What are you doing? Are you crazy?". I said and stood up. She came closer and slid her hands under my shirt which made me gasp.
"Since you don't believe me by words, maybe you believe me when I show you". She pushed me down on my bed so I'm sitting on it.
"Now be quiet and watch me". She whispered in my ear and it made my whole body shiver. The next thing she took off was her black bra. Her boobs were perfect. I felt my cock starting to get hard, I couldn't take my eyes off her.
"You know...". She began and started unbuttoning her pants.
"The way you talked about me made me so wet". She said and I had to bite my lip.
She kicked her pants somewhere in my room and the only thing she was wearing now was her black thong.
"Do you recognise me now? My body?". She asked and climbed onto my lap. I couldn't find my voice, it's like the words were stuck in my throat.
"What? Cat got your tongue?". She asked with a smirk on her lips. I just nodded my head, which made her grin.
"You know you can touch me, right?". She asked and slid her hands behind my neck.
"You can actually do anything you want with me tonight. Everything you pictured while you were fucking yourself every time you watched me". She said.
"Anything?". I asked.
"Well look at that. She can speak". She said and smirked again.
"Shut up". I said and had to grin.
"Make me". She whispered in my ear and kissed the space under my earlobe. I turned us around and pushed her against my pillows, so her head is rested on them. I wanted to quickly take off my shirt but she stopped me.
"No, I want to watch you this time. Take your clothes off but slowly". She said.
I did what she told me and started lifting up my shirt. Since I didn't thought someone would still visit me this late I wasn't wearing a bra. So when I took my shirt completely off she was met with my bare chest.
I looked at her and the look she gave me made me even harder. I slid my fingers into the waistband of my sweatpants and boxers so I could pull them off in one tug.
My cock hit my stomach and I threw my clothes on the ground. I was completely naked now.
"Come here". She rasped out and her voice was just so sexy. I crawled towards her and hovered right over her face. She pulled me down so our chests were completely pressed together. My cock was sliding over her clothed pussy.
She grabbed my chin between her fingers so I was looking straight into her eyes.
"Kiss me". She breathed out and I leaned down to press our lips together. Her lips were so soft and fitted perfectly with mine. I gasped into the kiss when her hand wrapped around my cock. She sucked my tongue into her mouth and started pumping her hand up and down. I bit her bottom lip with my teeth and let it go.
I kissed down her jawline and neck, then took one nipple in my mouth and she let out a quiet gasp. I took her hand off my cock and pushed both of her wrists above her head.
"Don't move your hands". I said and she bit her lip while nodding her head.
"Good girl". I said and pecked her lips once more. I kneeled in front of her and slid my fingers under the waistband of her thong, to pull it down her long legs. She instantly spread her legs for me, which made me bite my lip as well. I leaned down on my chest and parted her legs even more with my hands.
"Fuck, you're so wet already". I groaned and parted her slick lips with my thumbs.
"Shit". She hummed out and bucked her hips up a little bit.
"Please". She begged.
"Please what?". I asked her teasingly and started kissing the insides of her thighs.
"Just do something". She said.
"I am". I said with a smirk on my lips.
"Eat me out". She said while staring directly into my eyes. With that said I dived right in.
"Oh my god". She gasped and clenched her hands into my hair. I told her to not move her hands, but honestly I didn't care anymore.
I just wanted her.
I sucked her clit in my mouth and slid my hands up her chest to grab both of her boobs.
"Fuck, this feels so good, please don't stop". She moaned out and started fucking herself against my tongue.
I started humming which made her feel even better and after a few seconds she came for the first time.
"Holy shit". She gasped out, her chest lifting up and down heavily. I kissed from her stomach up to her lips, to give her a kiss.
"My turn". She breathed out against my lips and pushed me down so I'm laying down. She grabbed my chin into her hand, kissing me again.
"Mmm, you taste like me". She said and kissed me again. My arms wrapped around her waist to keep her close.
"I can't wait to feel your cock inside of me. I had a feeling that you were big, but to be honest, I've never had a cock this big".
I had to smirk and she smirked back at me.
"I've never had someone who tasted this good". I whispered in her ear and felt her shiver.
"You make me so wet". She groaned out.
"Let me fuck you baby". I said and she bit her lip.
"Can you call me that again?". She asked and pushed me down again.
"Baby?". I asked and she nodded her head with a slight blush on her cheeks. I pulled her down for another kiss.
"Ride me baby". I breathed out against her lips and she nodded.
She slid the tip of my cock through her pussy, coating it with her wetness and then sank completely down on it.
"Mmm fuck, no one ever took me so well". I moaned out and grabbed her hips into my hands. She placed her hands on my stomach and started moving on top of me.
"Omg babe". She moaned out and threw her head back. I slid my hand up her neck to choke her. With my other hand I slid down between her legs to play with her clit.
"Fuck yes". She choked out and I started meeting her thrust.
"God damn". I moaned out because she got tighter with every thrust. I wrapped my arms around her waist and she pressed her head in the crook of my neck, moaning right into my ear.
"Does it feel good baby?". I asked and spanked her ass. She gasped out and nodded her head.
"Use your words. Let me hear you baby".
"Yes it feels more than good". She moaned out and clenched her hand into my hair.
"Are you close?". I asked and spanked her again.
"Y-Yes". She shakily moaned out.
"Cum for me baby. Cum all over my cock". I said and grabbed her ass into my hands, pounding into her so our skin was slapping together.
"Fuck Nayeon". She moaned out and climaxed the second time this night.
"Cum inside of me please". She said and sat up staring at me.
"I want to feel your cum inside of me, filling me up". She moaned out and with that said I couldn't hold back any longer and came inside of her. I pulled out of her and saw my cum leaking out of her pussy.
"How about we take a shower?". I asked her and she looked at me with pink cheeks. I stood up from my bed and turned around to look at her.
"Are you coming?". I asked.
"I already did babe". She said and winked at me. This time I was the one blushing.
"I-I can't stand up right now". She mumbled.
"How come?". I asked and smirked.
"Yah, stop teasing me". She said and let out a cute whine.
"Come here". I said and she crawled to the edge of the bed. I picked her up and carried her into my bathroom. We showered together and washed each other. I gave her some clothes of mine.
"You look really good in my clothes". I said and wrapped my arms around her waist.
"Yeah?". She asked and wrapped her arms around my neck.
"Mhm". I hummed and pecked her lips.
"So do you want to watch a movie now? Or do you want to sleep? We didn't really got to watching a movie after all". She asked and smirked at me.
"A movie sounds good". I said and she pecked my lips again. She grabbed my hand and walked with me to my bed.
And for some weird reason my heart hasn't stopped pounding since my phone rang and her name was showing on my display.
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Doing this on anon because I'm not really confident yet >. > for your #strictlyscandalous blurbs, Bob Floyd being introduced to a femme fatale-esque fellow pilot? I leave the rest to your imagination ❤️
“Should we help him?” Mickey had gone into what he thought was cardiac arrest when he heard the commotion coming from inside the men’s showers on base. “If he’s in there with Venus he’s gonna end up on the news tonight." Fanboy teased as he threw his wet towel into the nearby hamper. Bob's near-painful grunts filled the gap between when he'd finished his last sentence to now. "Robert Floyd—dead at thirty-four.”
“Ahh! Ohh fuggh—!” The sounds of Bob moaning filled the changing room once again, only less painful and more pleasure-filled. The stream of hot water spewing from the shower head was doing nothing to muffle his cries. He never swore, ever. But you had cuss words dripping from his tongue like liquid gold. "I can't--fuck!" Bob pleaded, he was so in over his head it wasn't funny. But god it felt so good.
“Such a needy little boy—“ Mickey's eyes widened as he cupped a hand across his mouth so he didn’t spew out a slew of laughter. How the fuck had Bob managed to find himself in this position. “Beg for me baby—you can take it, I know you can.“ An unmistakable sound of a slap cracking against wet skin rang out throughout the changing room. Which body part it had collided with Fanboy wasn’t too sure. But it sounded like it stung in the most perfect way.
“Need it—ahhh fughh, need it so bad.” Bob cried before the same sound of an open-palm slap rang out. Fanboy flinched, holy shit Bob was getting his ass beat. Not to his surprise, you had a reputation for being a man-eater.
“It sounds voluntary—“ Jake smirked as he stood up from where he’d been changing out of his standard issue boots back into something more comfortable. “I say we let him learn his lesson not to feed the animals.” Jake had zero sympathy. He’d been there and done that a million times before. He knew girls like you like the back of his hand—like a Venus fly trap. Pretty enough to lure your prey in close enough to have them squirming in the palm of your hand—then you attack. Bob just happened to be on the menu. “It’s Venus for crying out loud, he should’ve known better than to mess around with her—“
“She’s gonna kill him, man—“
“She'll keep him breathing just enough, let him learn a valuable lesson.”
Mickey may have been right. If only he could see the way you were riding Bob on the floor of the shower. His back against the tiles as he babbled like a little bitch at everything you gave him.
“Such a pretty boy for me.” You had to keep Bob's head still by wrapping your hand around his throat, watching as his face turned a nice shade of dusty red as you constricted his airway. “You gonna cum for me huh Floyd? gonna cum so soon? can't you handle me huh?" You were killing him, truly Bob couldn't breathe. But the way it made him feel was otherworldly. he didn't want you to stop as his body tumbled under you as his hands gripped as your hips, nails near drawing blood as his grip tightened the closure he got to his high.
“Pl-please.” Bob's practically sobbing as you slow down the pace. “Please, I’m begging—“ When you slap his cheek a little harsher than the last two times his eyes grow wide as you let him breathe again. Gasping as you picked up the speed you were flicking your hips and he was done for. “Ohhhh fugghh I’m cumming!” It hurt just as much as it felt amazing as you rode Bob through his high. He couldn’t think, couldn’t see, couldn’t control his appendages as he twitched and babbled incoherent nonsense. Flooding you with everything he could give you.
“Lay the fuck down.” You barked as Bob did what he was told. Mesmerised as you climbed him like a tree. Sitting perched on his face for a moment. “Fuck! Ahhh eat my cunt Bobby, clean your fucking mess.” He’d never had a woman speak to him this way before. He was addicted, needy for more and oh so thankful for what you gave him. "Ohhhh fuck yes! use that fucking tongue." Leaning yourself back on Bob's chest, you pinched his nipples to the point he was hissing into your cunt.
"Fuck!" Again, you had him begging into your cunt as you smothered is face. "Mmmm hurts." But he felt amazing.
“Holy shit what happened to your cheek?” Phoenix ran her hand delicately across Bob's slightly reddened cheek when he stumbled into the Hard Deck a little later on that same afternoon. “Did someone hit you?” Bob noticed the way Fanboy choked on his beer and Hangman snickered as he took his shot at darts. Fuck, they knew.
“I think I just got laid, or—mugged, or both—“ Bobs rubbing his neck, still throbbing from where you’d choked him out. “I’m not sure yet.”
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#StricklyScandalous Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd
#strictly scandalous // robert 'bob' floyd#strictly scandalous // topgun#robert 'bob' floyd#robert bob floyd x reader#bob floyd x y/n
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Imagine getting annoyed when Korra puts herself in danger because you're in love with her
As a strong bender around Korra’s age Tenzin thought you’d be a perfect companion for her and so he sent you to the water tribe compound before him to meet Korra. Ever since that first encounter you wondered if Tenzin was psychic as well as a master Airbender. You instantly connected with Korra and became fast friends. Your feelings quickly grew to more and you realised you were in love with the avatar long before she moved to Republic City. She was strong and sweet but also cocky and dramatic which you loved. The only downside was her lack of self-regard. Korra could be reckless and every time you saw her come back with physicals injuriess or emotional wounds it hurt you too. You tried telling her to be more careful but she never listened. She threw herself into the fight against Amon and then Tarlock too when he brought in his non-bender curfews. You watched in horror as she almost got into a fistfight with the northern water tribe representative in the middle of the street. You agreed what he was doing was wrong and were very upset Asami, Mako and Bolin had been arrested but you thought Korra’s behaviour was just out of hand. You finally managed to get her back to your apartment without being arrested but Korra didn’t seem happy about that. She started ranting about Tarlock and you finally snapped.
"Korra you can't just jump into dangerous situations like that avatar or not!" you cried. "Why can’t I?" Korra asked "i’m literally the most protected person in the world, i have the avatar state to save me". "So you just put your life at risk at every opportunity?". "Our friends were in danger you really expected me to sit back and let it happen?" Korra shot back. "There was nothing you could do but you risked your life on a fool's errand that had little chance of success". "Maybe but I had to do something. It doesn’t matter if I get hurt in the long run as long as Amon is stopped" Korra nodded adamantly. "That’s not true!" you yelled "Korra If you get hurt we all get hurt too. You being in pain isn’t something we just ignore. If you saved me at the expense of yourself I wouldn’t be happy I'd be just as bad". "Why?" Korra cried and you sighed "because I love you, you idiot!". Silence followed and Korra blinked "you...what?". You sighed "I'm in love with you Korra and have been for months...you're pretty oblivious". "I...I guess I am" Korra nodded "but why?". You paused "why what?". "Why do you love me? How...". You sighed "I mean I guess that's a hard question and at the same time an easy one. Ever since I met you I've been mesmerised. I've never known a person be such a paradox. You're the strongest most confident person i’ve ever known and at the same time you're so gentle and naive. You're so intelligent and then other times you just jump into things blindly. You can be closed off but are also so loving and caring to everyone. You have the literal world on your shoulders but then little things like watching pro-bending excite you. You can be so hot and attractive and then also be so adorable I'd punish anyone for hurting you. You're just one in a million and not because you're the avatar but because there’s no one like you, Korra. That's why I love you". Korra stared at you "you really feel all that about me?". You nodded "so I guess the only question is...have I just made a fool of myself? How do you feel about me?". Korra looked down and you felt your heart skip. "I...I feel a bit differently" Korra admitted. You winced but nodded "that's okay...". "I don’t think you're a paradox I just think you're amazing". You looked up daring to believe this was what you hoped it was. "You've always been there for me and I feel like I've known you years not months. You’re one of the few people who I know only has purely good intentions for me and I like the person I am around you. You were my first proper friend and I think...there’s nobody else I'd want to become something more with than you". "You would?" you grinned and Korra smiled "yeah so...can I kiss you or are you still angry at me for risking my life?". You smiled "I'm still angry but a kiss might actually solve that". Korra smiled "well I'm happy to try as many times as you need" and she leant into you.
A while later you gasped for breath pulling away but Korra didn’t seem to want to let this moment go. She kept her strong arms around you and peppered your neck with kisses. "Shouldn’t we go bail Asami and the others out of prison?" you asked. Korra looked up at you mischief in her eyes "we could...or we could let Tenzin so it. I alerted him to the situation so he’s probably almost there now...so it might be pointless for us to go too". "Korra are you really ditching your friends to make out with me?". Korra blushed "well I'd probably just aggravate the situation, if anyone can get them out its Tenzin. So I think I'm exactly where I need to be" she grinned that crooked grin that made you weak. "You know I'd be inclined to agree" you nodded and gripped her tunic tightly taking her back towards you.
#Korra#Korra x reader#Avatar Korra#Korra imagine#LOK#Legend of Korra#Lok imagine#Legend of Korra imagine#Avatar Korra x reader#Book one Korra#Bolin#Asami#Tenzin#Mako#lok bolin#lok asami#lok tenzin#lok mako#republic city#tarrlock
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I present to you, the ultimate Dream Team! To be loved, neigh, worshiped by the gods themselves. The amount of passion and intensity in the air would be palpable.
I’d have to say, Billy and Patrick are probably the most jealous and territorial of the group. They wouldn’t enjoy sharing you. But Billy has grown used to sharing you time together with Stu, and he knows the others make you happy. They are far from gentle with you, and Stu is little better at aftercare.
Carrie is the most innocent of the group. She does things like take you on picnics, sew you new outfits. She’s is a total gentleman. She will sit there with your head on her lap, gently humming you a song. You are mesmerised by her powers.
Glen is also fairly innocent, but not in the way that Carrie is. He’s the only one of them who has not shed blood yet. You hang out with him mostly at night because he still refuses to sleep. Don’t worry G, the reader will protect you!
Suzie is the ultimate get away driver, both literally and metaphorically. You go to her when you want to get away from the world. She lives the furthest out of town, near the farms. So there is plenty of fresh soil that needs to be overturned. You and her smoker weed out by the water and count the stars at night.
Malachi is the heavy lifter. He’s the one burying the bodies out at Suzie’s place. He thinks it’s funny how easily he can pick you up. Expect to have piggyback rides to anywhere you want to go. He takes you tree climbing sometimes so the two of you can look down on the world.
If they’re all together, either something is wrong or you’re in for a hell of a long night. They won’t hesitate to kill and torture anyone who even so much as looked at you wrong. Well, everyone but Glen. But he will throw a punch if he has to. But he’s normally on calming detail, holding you close so you don’t have to look. You’ll have them worshiping at your feet all night, however you want them, they’re already there.
The towns folk might think you’re relationship to be strange. But you don’t care, and they sure as hell don’t. Everyone knows you’re off limits, and those who don’t, don’t stick around very long. They love you with everything they have, and you love them more. You usually are on distraction detail, they don’t want you getting hurt doing all the hard work. The cops never stand a chance when you’re on a mission, and heaven forbid one of your sweethearts gets arrested. They town has not seen hellfire, until you’ve come to burn it to ash.
Have fun on your wedding night, Sweets. You’re gonna need it!
#scream#a nightmare on elm street#Carrie#children of the corn#it 2017#wild things#suzie tollar#Carrie white#stephan king#malachai boardman#patrick hockstetter#Billy loomis#Stu macher#Billy and stu#glen lantz#dream team
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Y/N Black
Chapter Two
Series Masterlist
Soon enough, the sorting ceremony was over with, and the feast had begun. Crabbe and Goyle instantly tucked into the food, Draco looked around for what he wanted and Y/N sat in silence, looking around the hall, the four different colours from the house’s illuminated each strip of the tables. Fascinated by all of the magic around her.
She somewhat felt grateful for being at Hogwarts, it felt like home to her already, never having that relationship with anyone to call home. Now she had 3 friends that she felt like would last a lifetime and she knew that she was going to make every minute memorable.
Growing up alongside a witch, she knew all about magic, and it always mesmerised her, knowing that she would soon be able to do it, made her feel incredibly special.
Y/N engaged into a few conversations with people around her, yet she wasn’t fully focused on anything.
After the feast had commenced, the Slytherin’s followed an older student down to the dungeons, where she would find her common room. She walked alongside Draco who told her stories of secret passageways that his father had told him about.
They reached their common room in around 5 minutes of walking, Y/N stepped into the dimly lit room, the dark green colour catching her eyesight. From the black leather sofas, to the Slytherin badge dotted around the room. The older student pointed out the way to the dorm rooms, in which the young students raced through the doors, finding which bed they had been assigned. Y/N followed a girl, known to be Pansy Parkinson, through the heavy door to find a large room, 5 beds dotted around, each one assigned to a different student.
Y/N spotted hers in a corner of the room, a small table either side of the bed and a trunk in front of it with her initials on. The bedding was a shade of emerald green and was soft to touch. Y/N looked around as the other girls found their beds, sitting down with a smile on their faces, she joined them in sitting down, taking in all of her new surroundings that she would now be calling home.
The 5 girls chatted about what life would be like from now on. Pansy asked Y/N about Sirius, in which she just replied with a simple ‘I don’t want to talk about it right now’ in which Pansy scowled, however the other girls were understanding, hence it's not everyday you meet a girl who’s, adopted or not, father is in prison for killing 12 innocent people.
When Y/N found out the news about the murders, she didn’t know what to believe, she was only told when she turned 10 about it, Marlene knowing that when he got arrested at the age of 1 she wouldn’t have ever understood her.
Y/N opened up her trunk, taking out anything necessary and placing it in the drawers of the bedside table. Finding her Slytherin uniform folded up at the bottom of the trunk, she took them out to look at the clothing, the Slytherin badge sitting proudly on the robe, alongside the emerald green and silver of the tie. She soon folded everything back up and placed it into the trunk, knowing it was nearly night time and she wouldn’t need the uniform until tomorrow. The rest of her belongings from home were found underneath her bed in a few trunks which were placed perfectly there.
Soon enough, an older student came into the dorm room, letting them know that it was curfew time, meaning the first day at Hogwarts was finally over. Y/N pulled out a smaller trunk from under her bed, grabbing out her sleepwear and a few bathroom essentials, before leaving the dorm room to find a bathroom so she could get changed for the night.
A few moments passed and Y/N had gotten herself dressed and ready for bed, she left the bathroom and headed back to her dorm, however as she turned the corner she was met with the blonde haired boy she had become friends with on her first day.
“What a day” Y/N hummed.
“Guess you could say that” Draco let out a small laugh. “I’m glad you got put into Slytherin, you’re actually not too bad”. Y/N rolled her eyes at him jokingly.
“You too” She replied. “Goodnight Draco”
“Goodnight Y/N” Draco replied, before strolling away to the boys bathroom.
Y/N got into bed that night feeling more relaxed than she ever had, she felt more at home than she ever did when she was actually at home. It all felt too good to be true, not that she was complaining, she was finally happy that things were looking up and going her way.
She got herself comfy, the black cat she had picked up from Diagon Alley curled up at the end of her bed. Y/N turned herself over, flicking the night light off, the room instantly turned black. She could feel her eyes drooping slowly, sending her off to a deep sleep.
#draco malfoy scenarios#draco malfoy x reader#draco fluff#draco x reader#draco malfoy angst#draco lucius malfoy#draco malfoy fanfiction#draco malfoy fanfic#draco malfoy#harry potter fanfiction#hogwarts#slytherin reader#slytherin#y/n black#malfoy
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this is the perfect song for sebastian and i won't accept any criticism
Night, the world, it's mine, with nobody else out here
It's time, run wild and royally cavalier
To burn, ignite, I'd do it for so much less
When all is made clear there is nothing else
And here we stand, the sweet arresting duality
And I come to, it's resin all over me
Will I awake, will I get a ride with you
In this race of two
We're an endless stream of choices
We're the softest murmur of voices
Without names we're fantasising
Dancing like flames, mesmerising
My dark disquiet playing such eerie harmonies
Making waves and diving under
Lightning to the sound of thunder
My dark disquiet singing such haunting melodies
So white, so still, so bright, it's almost too painful now
I'm ready to fight, to run from the light
And here now comes the sweet corrupting reality
While now I'm free, will I once cease to be
Will I awake, will I get a ride with you
In this race of two
We are momentary masters
We're false kings and bastards
Without names we're fantasising
We are marionettes by strings animated
Yet like lovers of strings liberated
Without names we're fantasising
Brothers by blood separated
Marionettes animated
Lovers of strings liberated
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fate brought me to your mini College Student Keiji hc and I never knew I needed this side of keiji. I never simped for him or payed him lots of attention (the stupidity, I know this now), but I love how you wrote him in timeskip!! I wanted to know if you could do more college!keiji hcs in the future. Actually I’ll ask properly-when you have time and a chance, can you please do more college!keiji hcs that elaborate more into his daily life and shenanigans? (maybe why he decided to get those hot piercings too?) SORRY FOR BEING SPECIFIC, I just loved the writing! It’s nice seeing him with more to him than just the books and dark academia vibe!
thank youuuu I’m so glad you liked it!! I’m definitely gonna be doing more college hcs for other Haikyuu characters so if you’d like to request for more, you’re more than welcome! I hope you like this one
college!keiji hcs
| Keiji is not proud to admit, but he can’t count on both hands how many times he has been close to being arrested by the police. He would like to say that his friends are to blame, but really he is just as much to blame. (The Taco Friday incident both highly iconic and banned from discussions)
| Avid ice eater. He gets shit from Tetsurou and Shoyo who both like to make fun of him by gifting him a bag of ice for his birthday — jokes on them, he finishes it by the end of the week — He just likes the numbing feeling of eating the ice and likes the way it tastes. (Is a water elitist and won’t drink certain brands of water)
| Keiji takes Art, Law and the study of Classics. The last two are heavy content, and definitely stresses him out when he gets too caught up in his brain. Thankfully he has great friends who will drag him from his dorm (they have once physically tied him up in tape) and help clear his mind.
| One of the many ways is by smoking a little green. When Keiji was first offered he completely panicked and was thinking of all the ways he was going to jail and how his life would be ruined and would be forced to sell his body behind a 7/11 for slushie.
| He now is one of the most prominent stoners in the group, second to Shoyo and Satori. Weed helps calm him down, stops the overthinking and lets him have the best sleep ever. It also is when he is coerced (not really because he usually starts the drama) into participating in the dumbest of shit. He likes to complain but secretly he loves it.
| He still overthinks and some days are worse than others. Thinks that his friends don’t really like him, that they’re only pitying him. Thinks that everyone will still see him as boring, plain Keiji. Fears one day he’ll wake up back in high school and all his progress will be wiped away.
| Of course those fears are wiped away when Kotaro comes running into his room and physically lifts him from his bed because it’s movie night and they were watching the princess and the frog and he needs to hug Keiji when Dr. Facilier shows up.
| Keijis tattoos and piercings mean a lot to him. They were the first step of his new persona and he was both scared but excited. He was questioned a lot by everyone. His friends were all concerned but they stopped the questions and were supportive when they saw how mesmerised and happy Keiji was.
| Mans has the highest pain tolerance. Breezes through every tattoo and piercings. Has the audacity to say ‘oh that didn’t hurt as much as I thought’ when getting a tattoo on his ribcage.
| CRYSTAL BOY KEIJI. Has tarot cards all over his dorm room and his crystals are everywhere. Open the kitchen cupboard for a cup, you’ll find an Amethyst there instead. In the bathroom looking to wash your hands, you mistake the soap for rose quartz. His crystals are the equivalent of his children. Kotaro and Yuji were playing around with one of his crystals, dropped them and watched as their life flashed before their eyes.
| Nobody talks about May 13th. Dubbed as the reckoning of Keiji Akaashi.
| ASTROLOGY BOY KEIJI. Our favourite Sagittarius. (has his sign tattooed behind his ear) ABSOLUTELY will bring up people's signs as to why they're being bitchy that day. Has multiple astrology apps on his phone that he will pull out during an argument. If he feels like being petty he will outright say ‘you're a Virgo? We can’t be friends’ Sends everyone their horoscopes for the day.
| Likes to roleplay warrior cats with Kenma. Shoyo and Takanobu walked in on the two of them on their hands and knees hissing at each other with cat ears and tail. Immediate trauma and needed to be consoled when they were attacked by the two of them.
| Coffee addict? No. Energy drink addict? Absolutely fucking yes. Has an actual wall of energy drinks in his room. Is extremely proud of himself. Is in competition with Shoyo, Kenma and Satori over who has more energy drinks. (Nobody drives with Satori purely for the fact has backseat has been overtaken by empty cans)
| Has scared little children with his tattoos and piercings.
| Keiji, Shoyo and Kenma are a triple threat when they’re all dressed up. Pulls the most bitches out of everyone in the group. Much to their friends' disbelief because they’re also the biggest gremlins ever.
| Bleached his eyebrows and dyed them purple. Was dared to whilst high. Tetsurou dared him. In return for no reason at all Kotaro dyed his ass in support. Nobody dared him and nobody knows why they encouraged his behaviour.
| Nobody would expect it, but whenever he studies Keiji likes to listen to phonk. He can’t explain it but it helps him study better. Everyone get the surprise of their life when he was handed the aux cord.
+ BONUS
When Keiji got his first tattoo his parents didn’t talk to him for four months. Ignored his presence and acted like they didn’t have a child in the first place. Their reactions had made Keiji regret what he did and he was almost tempted to get a tattoo removal appointment. But his friends had been there to talk with him, to help him understand that he had no reason to change who he was becoming. That it wasn’t his problem but his parents who needed to understand and learn. That he was not the problem.
Overtime Keiji grew comfortable into his own skin, slowly coming out of the box that he had been confined in.
His parents slowly became more accepting and understanding. They understood that they were at fault when the three of them sat down and talked. There are still some difficulties that they are yet to sort through but Keiji can see the change in his parents.
His tattoos are his safe place and one of his ways of self-expression. No distinct style but Keiji loves that, his body is a chaotic mess of ink to anyone who doesn’t know him. But each tattoo, no matter how obtuse, has a special meaning and memory.
(He has eight tattoos along his left arm. Small chibi animals that represent his friends. When they saw it, they all burst into tears)
+ BONUS PT.2
| Keiji Akaashi Playlist (he religiously plays this 24/7)
+ BONUS PT.3
| Keiji has three styles. (Plus when he’s a gremlin in a dirty hoodie and sweats)
#haikyuu#haikyuu college au#keiji akaashi#shoyo hinata#kuroo tetsurou#kozume kenma#kotaro bokuto#takanobu aone#yuji terushima#suna rintaro#tendo satori#my loves#numba ones FR#chaotic gays#haikyuu 2022#haikyuu au#haikyuu headcanons#shoyoackerman
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Carnage Circus 🔥Part 10/? - Against fate
When one isn't on the same page as the rest, things start to fall apart. Selene belongs to the amazing and wonderful @lifeofkaze
Characters mentioned in passing belong to @kc-and-co @that-scouse-wizard @the-al-chemist @cursebreakerfarrier
Tag list: @samshogwarts @hogwartsmysteryho
Having had enough of taking in the circus grounds, Selene decided the thick crowd of people had nothing noteworthy to offer. Truly, utterly boring apart from one event, one she could not follow up on. But then again there was so much she could see or listen in on from her enclosed space.
However she knew exactly what could lift her spirits and not result in a dull affair. Circling around a specific tent she knew all too well, she heard Ethel’s signature bored sigh just as Selene peered inside “Whatever is the matter my dear friend?”
Looking absolutely miserable with the outcome, Ethel poked Talbott with her foot as if to prove the point of her misery “My source of entertainment passed out. But I must admit he has a strong stomach this one.”
Suppressing a giggle, Selene hopped inside, bending at the middle to get a closer look at the detectives’ face “I see. Well, may I?” she enquired pointing at him.
Ethel only shrugged her shoulders, nodding eventually “All yours, enjoy. Not like he is of anymore fun for me.”
A few minutes later, with the help of a very grumpy Reuben, the body of the unconscious detective sat in the middle of Selene’s tent, her hovering above him from her hoop. Gradually she witnessed Talbott come to, eyes suddenly wide as he could not recognise his surroundings. Selene continued to watch him with curiosity, a sinister spark in her eyes, more than likely concocting a plan of her own on how to best handle him.
Silently sharing glances, his hand slowly went to his pistol, horror creeping up his spine when he could not find it in its holster.
“Do not threat. I will return your hideous gun once we are done here.”
“You do know I can arrest you for that.”
She smiled, revealing pearly white teeth as she extended her hands out challenging him “But see detective, you won’t. Especially since with my ability I can force you to forget a lot.” Swinging from left to right, the image before Talbott’s eyes blurred around the edges, the only focal point being her and those mesmerising eyes “But I won’t do this…at least not today.”
Feeling dizzy, Talbott stumbled back, barely managing to catch his footing, brain scrambling to form a sentence “How so? I know people went mad trying to discover the secrets of this place.”
“Perhaps.” She nonchalantly added “But word around here is that you might be the one to force the hands of face. For that reason alone I shall help you. To the best of my abilities of course.”
“Of course.” He replied glaring, diverting his gaze away from her a second later “Just don’t be too offended miss Fraser if I will take everything with a grain of salt.”
Smirking, she just nodded once “None taken detective. Although I must warn you, I am incapable of actually telling you too much. Cursed binds you see. Nifty little things.”
“Let me guess, Akira is preventing you from uttering a word?”
Her brows lifted, amusement shinning in her eyes “You really have it out for him I see. Akira runs a very tight ship, tighter than I would personally like. I have been patient enough but it’s been years since he had the key to our freedom in front of him and he has failed to make use of it.”
“The key?”
Sighing, she shook her head spinning on the spot “You truly are clueless. I’m talking about that lass Talia.” Her image appeared to blur this time as she spun faster and faster “The piece to free us all.”
“Nothing you are saying is making any sense.” There was no hesitation in his voice, his tone laced with anger, everything reflecting in his gaze as well.
“As I said” she huffed annoyed “there is only so much I can say. But you are a detective and yet you aren’t actually doing the work, so odd, never met one like you.”
“Odd yes, like everything happening here.” Talbott witnessed Selene’s mood shifting, eyes travelling to the high ceiling, strong winds howling around the tent “Who are you linked to?”
Her attention fell back down on the detective “We were a two for two deal, me and Ethel. We are connected to one another first and foremost, but our destinies are linked to Siobhan.”
His brows knitted together “And who is she connected to?”
“Akira of course, she is his second in command. One more word of advice.” She added as she made her way to the ground “Search deeper, beyond us, before us. We cannot say much, but he can enlighten you. Now go, something is happening.” Passing him his gun, Selene ran outside, the strong winds wiping her hair around.
Frantically searching, Ethel ran to her, wrapping her arms around her friend “What’s happening?”
“I don’t know, but something is wrong.”
Talbott joined the girls, witnessing the tents about to be blow away, people leaving the circus, running away from the incoming storm “It’s just a storm, nothing major.”
“No.” Reuben spoke, appearing with Leila and Siobhan by his side “Akira isn’t here and it’s all falling apart. He took Talia as well, I saw them leaving.”
Siobhan went pale in an instant, looking around, cursing violently “No, no. I don’t want this. I can’t do this.”
Placing a firm hand on her shoulder, Reuben brought her back to reality “It’s not over yet, he wouldn’t risk her life like that and you know it.”
“Do I?” she turned snapping at him “Nothing makes sense anymore, nothing. And what are you still doing here? Can’t you see you’re making things worse for us?” she added turning to Talbott “Do something useful and get them back.”
Talbott could only watch the group, not understanding a thing, Selene pushing him “Go. We can’t get away, but you can.” Her eyes were desperate, as if pleading him to understand. As Talbott left the camping area, only Reuben and Siobhan followed him to the circus entrance.
“Now does anyone want to explain to me exactly what is happening?” he witnessed Reuben and Siobhan stealing glances at each other while saying nothing. From afar he could still see in the distance Ethel, Selene and Leila watching them, not moving, waiting on the next move.
The howls of the wind carried with it a sort of whisper and the odd scent of blood filled the atmosphere. It lingered around them, sticking to the material of their clothes. The screams from the haunted house appeared louder now that the last people were leaving the circus, tension as if electricity in the air.
Talbott saw Selene waving, however he could make out what she was saying. She pointed her finger at the entrance all of them turning around. Down the path, Talia struggled to keep herself and Akira on his feet, each step more strenuous than the other. Siobhan let out a sigh of relief, wishing to pass the threshold to help them, but Reuben stopped them.
“You can’t and you know it.”
Talbott provided them an incredulous look, running over to the pair, helping Talia bring Akira back. As soon as they crossed the threshold, it was as if they could breathe once more, Reuben and Siobhan helping them back to their caravans.
As Talbott stood in the middle of the camping area looking after Talia, Selene came near him “Don’t bother with her, she’s useless. Go find the one before Akira. Only then will you get the proper answers.” Turning around, she was nowhere to be seen, as if vanishing with the last gust of wind passing through the circus.
#circus au#carnage circus#hphl#selene fraser#ethel hexley#Siobhan Llwelyn#leila hellebore#reuben willows#akira crane#talia crane#fanfiction#fanfic#fiction#hphm#talbott winger#hphm talbott#hogwarts mystery talbott#horror mystery
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