#thanks for the ask btw I'm having a rough night and answering this really helped me feel a little bit better :]

[fitzselfships]

when did you first see let’s go luna? and when did you realize you had feelings for luna?

I think back in either late 2019 or early 2020 I had a cold, and I didn't have anything better to do so I turned on the TV. Idk why but it was turned to PBS kids so I just watched it all day. Let's Go Luna came on and I thought it seemed like a cute show so I watched it. As soon as I saw Luna, I fell in love so I added her to the list. She didn’t start out as a main f/o, but around the middle of 2020, I started thinking about her a lot, and imagined her encouraging me, and doing this really helped me learn how to love myself, and before I knew it, she was instantly my all time main f/o :]

I swear it's almost as if she were made for me or something since she's everything that I want in an irl partner. She's kind, fun (but knows when to be serious) and she's good with kids and honestly??? She's adorable and every time she's on screen I instantly want to kiss her <3

[rogue-durin-16]

YOU DRIVE ME MAD

Summary: Fred's and Y/n's silly rivalry may have more to do with love than with hate; after a fatal incident, some confessions are made.

Pairing: Fred Weasley x Reader

Genre: angst-fluff

Tags:

Fred Weasley: @whiskeyn-rain @lumos-solemn

Permanent taglist: @elia-the-bibliophile @randomparanoid @karlthecat15722 @thebutchersdaughtersblog @amourtentiaa

Warnings: brief mention of violence, blood, language (this seems a lot darker than it is lmao)

A/N: idk man I just love this idiot so here it comes another oneshot. The reader's house is not specified btw. Enjoy <3

Rogue-durin-16 masterlist

Fred spotted me and walked to stand near me before asking jokingly "On your way to kill a man, Y/n?" Oh, little did he know.

"what is that?!" I exclaimed at the sight of my friend's bruised arm.

"uhm... Nothing."

"who did that to you?" I knew the answer before I even got it. My friend had gone to break up with that Cormac McLaggen the previous night; she had finally listened to us and ended that toxic relationship they had, but apparently she got a souvenir from it.

"It's fine- he didn't mean to- Y/n don't do anything stupid." Too late, I saw red.

"I don't have time for your bullshit, Weasley." I curtly replied bumping his shoulder while I walked past him, making his smile drop in confusion. I never missed the opportunity to start a playful argument with him, but, as I had said, I didn't have time for that.

With the corner of my eye, I saw him joining my friends in the task of trailing after me.

I spotted the bastard chatting with his friends in the middle of the hallway that led to the Great Hall. "Oi, McLaggen!"

"Evening, Y/l/n." That filthy grin vanished from his face when I kicked him in the balls, triggering some gasps from our peers and a grunt of pain from him.

"Listen carefully, you loathsome pig." I leaned over to be eye to eye with him. "If you dare to lay a finger on my friend again— if you even think about it— I'll become your personal nightmare." I stood upright again, his eyes full of hate and rage following my movements. "You don't deserve a bloody warning, but I'm a generous woman." Poison dripped off my tongue, my eyes throwing daggers at him as I stepped back and turned around.

My eyes met Fred's worried ones while I made my way to my friends; they surely had told him enough for the ginger to know this was no time for joking and teasing.

His gaze then flickered behind me with panic and I realized a tad too late I shouldn't have turned my back to McLaggen; at the end of the day, pride overpowered honour in a lot of Gryffindors.

I spun around, grabbing my wand from my pocket, but I wasn't fast enough; before I knew what was happening, Fred was in front of me, serving as a human shield from the jinx.

The unknown spell hit his back and propelled us in my friends' direction. I was quickly on my knees, sitting Fred up and earning a grunt in the process, which I initially thought was caused by the fall. "Are you mental?!" My friend casted an Expelliarmus at the younger Gryffindor, long forgotten due to Fred's actions.

"My back— AH!" He yelped when I tried to pull him up.

"OI!" A first year who had made his way to the first row of students frantically gestured at Fred's back. "He's bleeding!!"

"What?!" I made him lean on me to take a look at his white shirt, now stained with blood. What I thought to be a harmless jinx turned out to be fatal.

"He's not supposed to be bleeding!" Cormac shouted, as panicked as I was.

One of my friends said something about going to look for George while the others shoot off to look for Madam Pomfrey.

"I'm gonna kill him..." Fred mumbled through gritted teeth, his voice shaky and weak. He felt so fragile in my arms, and I couldn't help the tears stinging my eyes.

"Fred—" his hands, which had been gripping my forearms, lost strength as the boy's body relaxed. "For fuck's sake don't fall asleep."

"... 'm trying..."

"FREDDIE!" His twin brother rushed to us, falling on his knees by his brother's side.

"I'm sorry." McLaggen had walked to us, keeping a safe distance.

"YOU'RE DEAD MCLAGGEN!" George stood up before I could stop him. Luckily for everyone, Madam Pomfrey showed up.

"Oh Lord! Mister Weasley, quick! Help me with your brother!" The Healer commanded, and soon they were pulling Fred off my grasp and rushing to the infirmary.

I was left in the middle of the hallway with my friends showering me with worried questions and reassurance.

What the fuck had just happened?

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During dinner, several girls and a couple of boys came to congratulate me for kicking McLaggen's balls, and it would have been a lot more satisfactory if Fred Weasley hadn't stepped in the middle.

As soon as I finished my meal, I headed to the infirmary through the now quiet halls, only to find there were too many people visiting.

Of course, George was there, along with their younger siblings and Lee Jordan, but in front of them stood Professor Flitwick, Professor McGonagall and none other than Cormac McLaggen himself.

"—already told you it wasn't for you!"

"How is that an apology, Mister McLaggen?" McGonagall scolded him, refraining herself from hitting the boy herself.

"You better fucking run, McLaggen, because the moment I can step out of this bed I swear on Godric I will—"

"Enough, Mister Weasley!" I almost pitied the poor woman. Her House was probably the most problematic. "All of you must go to your dormitories, Mister Weasley needs to rest." I stood on the entrance of the room, unsure of whether I should leave or enter, until Flitwick's eyes landed on my form. He redirected McGonagall's attention to me, and I felt the need of shying away. "Miss Y/l/n," I didn't miss the failed attempt of Fred to move; luckily, he was stopped by his sister. "I suppose you wanted to pay a visit?"

"Uhm... I did, Professor." I confessed, fidgeting with the sleeves of my robe. "I know it's late—"

"Don't take too long." She spoke, motioning everyone to follow her. "Curfew is still at 10." She reminded me in a warning tone, passing by.

As soon as they were out, I made my way to Fred, who lay on his stomach in one of the beds, the sheets only covering his legs an hips in order to avoid the clothing chaffing his damaged skin.

"You have a heart after all, huh?" He teased once I stood in front of him.

"How are you?" He frowned at my genuine question; the ginger surely expected me to make a witty comeback, but again, it didn't seem the time.

"A tad better." He gave me a reassuring half smile, deciding to drop our banter for a night. "Flitwick said he used a stinging jinx but casted it wrong." Fred huffed. "A bloody tosser."

He motioned at the chair behind me and I sat down, scooting closer to the bed. I still couldn't wrap my head around the fact that he had jumped in front of me. It had hit his back, but I knew it was meant to hit my face —what a mess that would have been—, and I couldn't help but feel a bit guilty.

"Stop that."

"Stop what?"

"It's not on you." I felt my face flaring up at the ease with which he saw through me. I wasn't the first time he did that, but it was the first time he didn't use it to tease me.

"I know, I just—" I sighed. "I don't know." Though my sight was casted down, I still felt his worried gaze on me. "I'm gonna murder him."

"I reckon George will overtake us both on that." He tried to laugh but ended up in a since instead. "Or Gin. Maybe they'll team up with Ron and we'll find a corpse in the Gryffindor common room tomorrow." This time it was me who laughed. "How's your friend?"

"She'll be alright." I informed, distracting myself with a loose string at the hem of my skirt.

"And you?" I met his eyes with a hum leaving my mouth. "How are you?"

"Been better." I confessed.

Silence.

"Can you pass me the water?" I nodded, holding the glass in front of him and putting the straw in his mouth so he could take a couple of sips. "Thanks."

"No worries."

Silence again.

"Did you eat something?"

He scrunched his nose. "Not really."

"I'll go grab something from the kitchens." I didn't get far before his long fingers wrapped around my wrist.

"I'd rather have you here keeping my company." I then sat down again, his fingers only leaving my wrist to intertwin with mines. "I'm not hungry anyway."

More silence.

"Your hand is really soft." I reckon those words involuntarily escaped his lips by the way his eyes widened. "I don't know why I said that."

"Yours is too, surprisingly."

"Surprisingly?" He quirked an eyebrow at me, and I didn't quite realise what his grin was about until I spoke again.

"I imagined they'd be more rough." Oh no. "That came out wrong— I meant—"

"That you've imagined what my hands would feel like?" He was trying to bite back a laugh at the way my face turned red.

"No!"

"You sure?"

"Positive."

"Liar."

There we went again; the white flag was out.

"Fuck you."

"Please." My cheeks turned even redder, and I wanted to think it was because of the anger. "You look really cute when you blush."

"You look really cute when you keep your mouth shut."

"Then shut me, love." He wiggled his brows at me.

"I would, but I don't wanna punch you in this state."

"You're very agressive." He pointed out, shocked that I didn't get what he was implying. "I meant with a kiss."

"Ew-" I pretended to gag. "no!"

He tugged on my hand and pulled me to my knees falling right in front of his eyes with our faces inches away. "C'mon Y/l/n, we're dragging this on now." His eyes kept falling on my mouth after I had unconsciously chewed on my lower lip.

"We're... We're not dragging on anything." I wasn't sure if I was trying to convince him or myself.

"Do you want me to start? Alright, you drive me mad." He forced his gaze to be fixed on mine. "You're annoying, rude and a pain in the arse." I huffed. "But you're also quick-witted and caring and brave." Gosh I hated how easily he made me blush. "Sometimes I want to punch you in that pretty face of yours but other times— most of the times— all I wanna do is kiss you." His thumb caressed the back of my hand. "Hell, I threw myself between you and that blonker without thinking twice!"

He raised his eyebrows, silently prompting me to say something, but I just didn't know what to say.

"Miss Y/l/n," Madam Pomfrey called, making me let go of Fred's hand an stood up. "It's almost ten o'clock! Let Mister Weasley rest." I nodded, not even looking in Fred's direction as I exited the infirmary.

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FRED'S P. O. V.

The morning after the incident, Dean and Neville dragged in an unrecognisable McLaggen; they were probably the only ones who cared about that bloke enough to take him to Madam Pomfrey, though they did it half-heartedly.

I was discharged after three days in, right before lunch, and obviously, I was received as a hero; several people came to praise my bravery or ask how I was feeling, but I just wanted to see one person.

That night in the infirmary I was sure she felt the same way —hell, I had been sure for a couple of months— but after seeing her reaction, I didn't really know anymore.

I could always tell her it was a prank, and we would go back to our usual bickering. "Weasley!" Shit. "Fred!" She specified when the four of us turned at the call of our surname, almost jogging in my direction. "Can we talk?"

"Go ahead, darling." I prompted her without moving from my seat.

"In private?"

"Nah," I begged Godric for her not to see behind my grin the panic that produced me the mere thought of being left alone with her.

"Are you joking?" She huffed and, after taking a deep breath, she spoke. I wasn't expecting her to speak. "So you see, you're cheeky and stupid and not nearly as funny as you think." Ginny spit her pumpkin juice due to Y/n's harsh words. "but I... ugh! Okay— I want to kiss you too."

This time it was Ron who choked on his drink. "What's going on?"

"I feel like we missed an important part of this conversation." George commented.

This time it was Y/n who awaited for an answer. "This is literally the most embarrassing thing ever, so at least say something." She commanded in a rather rude tone, tapping her shoe against the floor.

I winced ever so slightly at the effort of getting up, but it was worth it when I saw her expression as I towered her; I reckon I had never seen her that sheepish before.

"That's a really mean way of saying you're attracted to me." I observed, quirking a brow at her. "Dunno why I fancy you so much."

"Well that makes the two of us." I couldn't help but chuckle at her attitude before cupping her cheeks and bring her lips to mine.

Finally.

Despite being a short, innocent kiss, was enough to make us both blush and grin like idiots.

"Awww" I rolled my eyes at my twin's mockery, knowing damn well I wouldn't hear the end of it.

"Why do I feel like I'm gonna miss you two being at each other's throat?" I couldn't care less about Ron's question as Y/n pulled me down for another kiss.

Almost bleeding to death seemed worth it in that moment.

[lsd-astronaut]

hey there alis, your secret santa here again! i hope you're having a lovely night/day!

i gotta ask; how did you get into pink floyd? curious to know your answer!

personally, i've only ever heard like, four songs from them and never sat through an album, so i would love to hear any album recs to start with if you got any! 😌😌😌

btw i love your tumblr user! as a bisexual, i can relate! 😂

ok so first of all, i was thinking about changing my username but i never came around to do it until now, which i can't do bc the whole secret santa thing😩😩😩

i'm fairly new in all the pink floyd stuff tbh. i started listening to WYWH and absolutely loved it, but then i got recommended Animals, which i personally don't like (even tho people say it's a masterpiece) and i stopped listening to them for five months (this was also caused by personal stuff with a guy that fucked me up).

then, on february 2021, i rediscovered them thanks to Paintbox (ty rick), which helped me go through a really rough patch in my life. and now i'm like this: having heard every album multiple times and owning so many vinyls and CDs.

but by no means i'm an expert on them!!

if you're new to their music, i'd recommend you to listen to WYWH first, as an intro. Then, maybe go to A Saucerful of Secrets or The Wall. The first one, if you want smth more psychedelic, and the latter if you want smth more modern sounding. Then, just go trying every album out! You can go to Syd's era or you can go to post Rog era.

another way to start listening to them, is also by listening to DSOTM, but it depends of the person!

💕💕💕💕

[nine-mp3]

Your Neighbor Sungho | Ch. 1

Photo Credits:

- left hand corner, @116page

- center, @newat_rie

Rie (sungho) x (female) reader, fluff, slice of life, semi-angsty (?)

appearances of other OnlyOneOf and Dreamcatcher members will occur

hey so I rolled a wheel on who to write a fanfic first and got rie plus picked out a prompt to write from

warnings: alcohol, getting drunk; in this fic is PG-13, some light cursing occasionally, super tiny mention of smut in description beginning and that’s all;

btw i’m pretty sarcastic, there’s sarcasm thrown here and there, hope you enjoy :D

This is my first time sharing my writing on a public platform. As a writer, I always appreciate constructive criticism. Feel free to leave feedback in the comments if you have anything to say. Thank you in advance for reading as well

Also, please DO NOT repost my work anywhere without my permission or plagiarize.

Description: your neighbor, sungho, from the day you've moved in has kept you up countless nights with their significant other. dancing, muffled long conversations, and amongst other noises you wished you could wipe from memory. one day it suddenly stops. those days become months.

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Your neighbor, Sungho, from the day you've moved in has kept you up countless nights with their significant other. Dancing, muffled long conversations, and amongst other noises you wished you could wipe from memory. One day it suddenly stops. These days become months. Now, you couldn't help but to be concerned.

Sungho isn't a bad neighbor. You recall complaining to him at some point, amidst trying to focus on a report you had to write up for work, and he apologized for the noise. Many times. He seemed embarrassed, never realizing how thin the walls were in the apartment building, and promised to keep the noise levels down. These promises would last only about a week. Their significant other was quite the complete opposite of Sungho, a loud individual. From what you were aware, the two didn't live together. His significant other would come over daily to stay or visit.

As much as they were loud, they didn't seem to like you either. Looks of disdain thrown whenever you happen to cross them in the hallway, being in the same elevator cart, or when Sungho was trying to be a good neighbor by greeting you. They would pull him away immediately, putting his attention back on them. Sometimes you thought that they were being loud on purpose, knowing that you were next door, and very well aware of the complaints. The reason why? You had no idea. The best guess you could come up with was that they saw you as a threat to their relationship. Which was ridiculous. You hardly knew the male nor could the both of you call each other friends.

Sometimes Sungho left fruits or drinks at your door with little notes of apologies for their rowdiness. And for their significant other's behavior. For the most part, you bared through it or simply did all your work within the hours at your office now and prayed that tiredness would consume you once you hit your bed, blocking out any disturbances.

So, life goes on.

One weekend, you just happened to get home from going out with your friends. It was late, past midnight. You heard arguing through the walls between Sungho and their significant other.

"You're always like this, Sungho!"

Immediately, you felt very uncomfortable entering your apartment. It wasn't something you wanted to hear or should be hearing. Not that you could help it either since you lived next door. You backed yourself outside, considering going to the balcony on the floor for a bit. Stepping back outside of your door, their argument becomes muffled.

Why couldn't the landlord just keep the damn wall consistency the same?

Suddenly, Sungho's door flies open followed by their significant other storming out. You jump up out of surprise, the noise scaring you. They're heading down the hallway, to the elevators, without looking back. Sungho appears at his door not too long after, holding it open.

"Wait-" he calls out to them, his voice faltering.

The male notices you then, staring with wide eyes at him. At that moment, you were able to get a full picture of his current position. The hurt in his eyes.

"Oh...y/n. Are you here to complain about the noise again? I'm really sorry-"

"Uh, no! No, not at all. See, I just was returning home now. Don't worry about it," you said, awkwardly blinking a few times, reaching to grab for your keys from your bag once again.

"Um, I'm heading inside now! Okay, bye!"

You immediately opened your door again, rushing, running into your living room. The door shuts behind automatically and you let out a sigh of relief. You felt bad for suddenly running away, but you weren't about to ask or give relationship advice if Sungho wasn't asking for it. Besides, what if it was only a lover's quarrel?

They'll probably make up soon. Talk about a rough night…

Then the realization set in. The apartment would be definitely quiet for at least another day. A smile rises to your face.

What a horrible thing to be happy over...after seeing your neighbor fight with their significant other. Then again, they weren't all that nice to me.

You shrugged, waving the events aside, calling it a night, enjoying the peaceful silence...only with the slight remaining, lingering tension in the air. After you showered, brushed your teeth, and changed into pajamas, you immediately laid down on your bed. Pulling the covers over, you found yourself thinking. Staring up to the ceiling of your room in the dark.

That argument sounded bad though...ugh. None of your business, y/n. Go to sleep. They'll probably be fine tomorrow…

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Define the term "fine".

The next day, as you predicted, was quiet. That you could hear a pin drop from down the hallway. You enjoyed it, a Sunday afternoon peace. It allowed you to catch up on work, eat, watch T.V, write poetry...overall without any disturbances. Sungho, your neighbor, was long forgotten from your mind.

The thing is, it goes on for the next week. You weren't worried about it at all because you were swamped with work. The next reports and presentations came with close deadlines. The silence was appreciated, allowing you to focus; you got lost in piles of work and many cups of coffee.

Worry about your neighbor only returned on the brief encounters when the both of you were heading to work in the mornings. Sungho still greeted you, but only with a brief nod and face expressionless. They would walk ahead first, not bothering to see even if you returned the greeting or not. Sometimes you heard him leaving earlier than you and now you couldn't help but to wonder what his occupation was.

The week turns into two and three. He stops greeting you at some point, or maybe he wasn't very aware of his surroundings; his whole aura was different. Sungho usually would at least do his hair before going out and dress somewhat decently. Now it was always a mess, his bangs left down to cover his eyes, matching with black attire. You saw him up close in his current condition when you were returning to the apartment building one afternoon. The male had collided into you, by accident. Turning around immediately on the impact, once you had regained your balance, you're faced with eyes that were written with sleepless nights, dark circles prominent. At least, this time, he mumbles an apology before moving on.

By the time it reaches the end of the month, your workload becomes lighter for the year, you find more time thinking about the current situation of your neighbor. You called up one of your best friends at your workplace one night. It wasn't the first time you discussed your neighbor with them.

"Yoojung, it's the end of the month. I haven't seen his significant other in awhile. As much as I enjoy the silence, I hate seeing Sungho this dead," you said, a hand gripping onto the balcony railing out of nervousness.

“Note check. You don’t even know the guy. Why exactly are you so worried?” Yoojung on the other end replies.

Your friend had a point. Why were you worried?

“Well…I don’t have an answer, actually. I don’t know why I’m worried. Can’t I just be a good neighbor?” you replied.

“It’s none of your business, y/n. Looking at reality. But if you’re so worried, go knock on his door and talk to him. Even if it’s just a hello. Didn’t he leave you fruits before? You can do that in return if you’re so curious,” Yoojung suggested, not sounding all that interested.

“Anyways, you’re coming to the group outing for dinner next week right? On Saturday? Please tell me you didn’t forget or you plan on cancelling. We hardly ever get a chance for everyone to come together again.”

“Alright, thanks so much for the advice...I guess...and keep your pants on, Yoojung. Of course I’m coming. Good night,” you scowled at him.

You hung up the phone then, not giving a chance for the other to say his goodbye. As much as he was your best friend, he could be a pain in the ass. Turning around, you exited out the balcony to return back to your apartment for the day.

So much for calling it a night.

Once you make it back, you’re greeted with Sungho at your door, hunched over, using an arm to keep his weight up against the wall. First thought that came to mind: he’s unwell and he came to ask you for help? You immediately approach the male, only to be hit by a smell of alcohol and you jolt back. The second thought you had, only confirmed: he’s drunk.

“Sungho?! Are you okay?” you asked nervously, tapping his shoulder lightly.

The male looks up to you, quite confused.

“y/n? Oh. Yeah...I’m fine. Just trying to get into my apartment...but the key.... doesn’t seem to fit…” Sungho said, words spoken slowly as he tries to stand upright.

“Did...the landlord change the locks?”

“No, no. The landlord didn’t. You’re at the wrong apartment, this one is mine. Uh, do you need help?” you said, raising an eyebrow at him.

“Ah...well, that makes...sense now,” Sungho said, a drunk written smile appearing on his face.

“No, it’s okay...I’m always disturbing you... I’m really sorry...Have...a good night, y/n.”

It’s the first time you’ve seen him smile in such a long time. Of course, it only happens to be when he’s not sober. Also, you’re very aware that drunk people do need help but always deny it. You watch as he turns around, folding your arms and counting down in your head.

3... 2...1

The male collapses on the ground, completely knocked out from the alcohol in his system. You blew up at your hair, huffing then, staring down at his figure on the ground.

This night just got a whole lot longer.

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[opheliasbrokenmind]

lolita

requested by: anon said 'Thomas Shelby x younger reader. If you do it - daddy kink tommy ? x'

word count: 1.7K+

warnings: sexual tension, daddyxbabygirl references

a/n: so here's my first work based on a request. i tried my best, hope you like it. btw i didn't want it to turn into smut so you can finish it with your imagination. love y'all 🖤

lolita, light of my love, fire of my loins. 

my sin, my soul.

would you be mine, would you be my baby tonight?

You and your friends came to Garrison to celebrate your graduation from college, you all wanted to enjoy the night and have some drinks. You started to drink, alcohol wasn't a thing that makes you drunk quickly. You ordered a glass of red wine and chatted with your beloved friends, Cecilia and Veronica. They were always there for you, the best company of yours. Cecilia and you studied literature but Veronica studied physics. While you were drinking, the boys left you to get some drinks. William was Cecilia's boyfriend and Edward had a crush on Veronica. People expected you and Robert to be a couple but, of course, you weren't.

The girls understood why, because you always had a taste for men older than you. Grown-up men always turned you on with the way they acted. You dated with boys older than you in college but they were still young for you. The boys came back and Robert gave you a drink with a smirk, you nodded and thanked him while forcing a smile. Cecilia got it and asked a question to Robert, you smiled at her to show your gratitude. You continued chatting with your friends, after fifteen minutes they sent you to get the drinks.

When you reached to the bartender, you ordered the drinks and started to wait. You looked around and something got your eye. Not something, but someone. He was a man with dark hair and the most beautiful blue eyes you've ever seen in your life. He looked like he was at his late-30s. He had a sharp face and a muscular body. You couldn't help but watch him, his handsome face taking you over. Then you noticed his eyes, the shining blues were watching you. You shocked and glanced away, didn't want him to know you were watching him.

God, you were so wrong. Tommy laid his piercing blue eyes on you since you walked into the Garrison with your friends. He was with his brothers and his cousin, Michael, and he couldn't understand what they were talking about, not even a word. He was too focused on you, watching you chatting with your friends. When you came to the bar, he couldn't help but stare at your body. You were wearing a long dress but he had to admit that you were sexy as fuck with your long legs and your bare shoulders, he continued to stare at you when you glanced away.

'Nice one, Tommy.' John sent his brother a smug face. 'Isn't she a bit young for you?' Michael asked curiously. 'I don't think so, she looks like a tiger. Go get 'er, Tommy.' Arthur answered his cousin, noticing the change in his brother's face. He looked nervous when he thought she was really young for him. 'I don't know, she is really young for me.' John's smile widened, 'Who says that? Fuck'em.' Thomas started to think but his brother's smile disappeared, 'Who is that bastard?'  The blue eyes turned to the scene and saw a young lad next to the girl. He recognised the boy, he was the one who gave her a drink and Thomas saw that she was forcing the same smile again. He couldn't help but smile a little, he noticed that she didn't like him.

The night continued and your friends started getting drunk. Cecilia laughed at every damn word his boyfriend said and Veronica was flirting shamelessly with Edward. After making an attempt to you at the bar, Robert gave up and started to talk with the girl at the next table. You sat there, sipping your whiskey. You grabbed your lighter and lit a cigarette. Inhaling a long breath, you gave the smoke slowly and looked around. You saw him again, the mysterious man with blue eyes. Veronica saw you, 'Oh, so you noticed him finally. He had his eyes on you since we came here.'

You took another drag from your cigarette, 'I don't think so, you're drunk.' Cecilia overheard you in the noise and joined the conversation, 'Yeah, maybe we're drunk but he is watching you, y/n.' You swung tremulously, didn't want to believe it but you felt his eyes and raised your head. His mesmerizing blue eyes connected with your y/e/c ones. A small smile danced on his lips but it disappeared immediately. 'Don't say that you'll sit here and watch him all night.' You rolled your eyes, 'This is exactly what I'm going to do.'

Veronica pushed you a little, 'Are you serious? Just go and talk to him! You'll never see him again and do I need to mention that he is hot as fuck?  Like he can fuck you just with his eyes, imagine him in the bed.' Cecilia nodded, 'Move your ass or I'll kick you from this table.' You let out a breath, 'First, there's no way I'm doing it. And second, you won't do that.' Cecilia laughed, 'Try me. I'll kick your ass if you don't stand up and go talk to him in two minutes.' You sent her a look but she didn't give a fuck about it. You stubbed your cigarette and slowly stood up. 'If I screw, I'll make you regret that.'

Girls cheered and you walked to his table. You felt eyes on you, they belonged to men around him. Some of them looked like him, you thought they were his brothers or something. He noticed you but stood still, smoking his cigarette. But his eyes were on you, that cold blue ones were going to be the end of you. You finally made your way to him and smiled sheepishly, 'Um, hello. Would you like to...' You couldn't finish your sentence when he stared at you. 'Would I like to what?' He echoed you and his deep voice made your knees went weak.

The men smiled widely you blushed even deeper like it was possible.  'Dance with me?' Your voice was low and soft but unfortunately, he heard you. 'Why?' You sighed with his question, what was wrong with him? You felt awkward but decided to be more confident. 'Cause I liked you.' He lifted an eyebrow and the men watched you with open mouths. 'Why would I do that?' You rolled your eyes, 'If you don't want just say no, okay? I'm not gonna spend my night with your annoying questions.' He smirked, 'We got an impatient one 'ere, ay?' He threw his cigarette and stood up slowly.

He let you lead him to the dance floor and a slow song started to play. 'So you liked me?' You blushed again, he continued. 'Why would you like me, I'm too old for you.' You smiled a little and whispered without thinking, 'And maybe that's what turns me on.' A small smile played on his plump lips, you couldn't help but think how good they'd feel on you. 'Naughty.' His hands found your hips and he pulled you closer, leaving you no choice but touch his chest with your small hands. His muscles tightened under your touch. 'If I'm naughty, so are you.'

'You forgot that you are the one who came to my table and asked me to dance with you.' You looked at him directly and spoke without breaking the eye contact, 'And you are the one who watched me since I walked in.' He seemed surprised, 'I bet your friends told you this.' It was your turn to be surprised, he smiled. 'It looks like my guess is true. Eh, you're not the one who notices men, right?' You didn't give an answer and wrapped your arms around his neck, closing the distance between you and him. You felt complete with him.

Suddenly, you felt his breath at the back of your neck and couldn't help but let out a whimper. The sexual tension was too much for both of you, though you didn't move. His breath hitched and he spoke slowly, 'If you make that sound again, I won't be able to control myself.' You murmured quietly, 'What sound?' Then one of his hands went down and you felt his hand on your leg, his long fingers tracing your bare skin. You tried to control it but whimpered again and he groaned, 'Fuck. Go and take your coat. We're leaving.'

You followed his orders and quickly took your coat. Girls grinned like cheshire cats and you smiled widely. You were at the door in two minutes, he was waiting for you already. For love of the god, his house wasn't far. You crushed your lips to his pink ones and he took over the control, kissed you dominantly. His lips moved to your neck, you turned your head slowly to give him a better angle, then he made something that caused you to moan loudly. He connected his lips with your skin but didn't move. 'Say it.' His husky voice commanded you. 'I want it. God, I want it so badly.'

'What do you want?' He asked again. 'I want you to kiss my neck, my lips. I want you to do whatever you want to me. I want you to be my daddy tonight.' He slowly licked your neck, 'Daddy? If you call me that, it'll be a rough night love. What's your name?' You sighed, waiting for him to kiss your neck. 'y/n.' He admired how soft your name sounded, you looked too innocent to him. 'Thomas Shelby.' Then he kissed you like there was no tomorrow and you melted into him.

He lifted you up and took you to his bedroom, took off your clothes immediately. You laughed when he hurriedly threw his clothes to the floor, 'Oh, you're a hasty, daddy.' His jaw clenched with your voice, you tensed him. 'You won't be able to walk when I'm done with you, babygirl.' You smiled, 'Don't be cruel, Mr Shelby.' He couldn't believe that his name on your lips has an effect on him.

'What I'm going to do with you?' He sighed. 'What do you want me to do, daddy?' He bit his bottom lip and understood that he couldn't wait anymore. You were in front of him, with underwear and it felt like there were just two of you in the world. He knew it was wrong, you were no good but he didn't care. If it was a sin to be with you, then he was a sinner. He licked his lips, 'On your knees. Now.'

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Hi!! Can I make a request with Haizaki please?? Wanting to propose to his gf of four years but he's afraid because she might turn him down because of who he is as a person, buut she accepts anyway. Fluff! :D Btw that AoKise zombie!Au is so /3 *burst into tears* asdfghjkl;whyyoudothatdoyouhatemewhykillmypreciousbabykiseT~T i'm dying already~ TT_TT no but really, that was amazing and so is your blog and so are you. Thank you. *sends you lots of love*

Hi dear! I’veyour Haizaki finally! Now, let’s be honest, in the anime this boy isn’t apositive character. BUT everyone is worth a second chance and everyone canmature, so here, since he has been in a relationship for four years, we have amore mature and positive Haizaki. I’ve still tried to keep him IC, but redeeminghim a bit. Thanks a lot for all your compliments (iknowI’mstillcryingaboutitpoorlovelyKise),your such a sweet heart!!

Hope you enjoyit!

 Lame Proposal

 It was a normal, calm night. You and Haizaki wereeating together in your shared apartment, not that much of an apartmentactually. Just one bedroom for each of you, because you needed your space andhis bed was big enough for two either way, a bathroom and a room that was bothkitchen and living room. You had bought it during university and stayed there,even if Haizaki had started to work while you still studied.

You were exchanging comments about the day and jokeslike usual, yet you felt something was different. Your boyfriend seemed…restless.He continued to shift on his chair and steal quick glances at you, like a cagedbeast. You really didn’t understand what was going on but, if he didn’t want totalk about it, for now you were going to leave him alone.

When you finally finished eating, you stretchedyawning like a cat and jumped up.

“Alright!” you smirked playfully, “Your turn to washthe dishes!” reminded him, before walking to the near couch and sprawling on it,tablet in your hands.

Haizaki blinked and lifted a hand to stop you, but youwere already in your world.

“Oi S/o!” he called stuttering, but you didn’t payattention.

“Your turn.” You stated firmly, “You know today comesout the episode of my favorite series!” accused him searching for yourearphones.

Haizaki remained there, lost in himself, until herealized he had lost his occasion, and cursed under his breath. He roughly gotup and took the dishes, walking to the sink with a pout.

Damn.

He had promised to himself he was going to do it thatnight, yet he didn’t know how. To say he was practically desperate it was aeuphemism. He had asked other people for help. He had watched your stupidromantic films. He had lowered himself to watch video on YouTube like “How topropose” or “The Top Ten Proposal Of The Year” that suggested thing likebooking airplanes, singing in public places or other embarrassing shit. And yet,nothing.

It wasn’t like he wanted to do it in a very romanticand sweet way. Nothing of your relationship had ever been romantic, not even yourfirst encounter: he tried to hit on you during a party, touching your butt, andyou punched him square in the face breaking his bottom lip. Yet, he fell hardfor you (in every sense).

However, he wanted you to say yes. He wanted you tosay yes and be truly happy and convinced about it. Because he knew, he wasn’tthe type good girl married with and you were a strong, independent, wild goodgirl. His only woman, who his past self didn’t deserved at all.

Fuck!

Why did he have to be such a fuckboy in the past? He wouldhave liked to go back in time and slap himself, because if you were going tosay no, it was only his own fault. He was so afraid of you refusing him that hewas losing his mind. He wasn’t even used to reason about things that much, butyou had made him change. A lot. Mostly, for the better.

 He sighed again and looked again at you, enjoying yourepisode, curled on the sofa in his t-shirt and short pants.

Then fuck it. If he was gonna fail either way, betterthen than later. He was tired of waiting and he knew you were perfectly awareof how shitty his personality was and how rough his ways were.

Drying his hands on his pants, he opened the highercupboard, where he was sure you weren’t able to reach and for that reason hehad hidden everything. Silently and eyeing you to be sure you weren’t going tosee him, he took them down.

You were laughing at a particularly funny joke, whensomething pig and soft hit your head. You blinked, founding between your arms abouquet of red roses wrapped in light pearl gray bow. Confused you pulled outyour earphones and examined the beautiful flowers.

You were still looking at it dumbfounded, when somethingelse, smaller and harder, hit you again. This time, on top of the bouquet, fella small circular box of the same hue of the bow. You felt your heartbeat acceleratingand your mind went numb.

It wasn’t possible.

With trembling fingers, you lift the lid.

On top of the gray tuft of tulle, shined a small,elegant ring. It was a simple circle of white gold, with a tiny diamond in themiddle.

“Marry me, if you want.”

You, waking from your paralysis, turned slowly andfound Haizaki showing you his broad back, resting against the sink and hishands clenching so hard against the border his knuckles were white. Only whenhe didn’t hear any kind of answer or reaction, he dared to give a small glanceupon his shoulder, and his eyes widened.

“Oh fuck!” he cursed horrified, running to you, “OiS/o! I didn’t want to make you cry! Ehi babe! Come one it’s okay!” called youpanicking and stopping in front of the couch on his knees, without knowing whatto do.

Seeing him like that, completely desperate, youstarted laughing between tears.

“Yes!” you cried covering your mouth and blushinghard, “Yes, yes, yes! You idiot!” you screamed hugging both the bouquet and theprecious box. “What a lame proposal!” you laughed again, loving every bit ofit.

He opened his mouth without emitting any sound. Thenclosed it. Then opened it again.

“Are you sure?” he stuttered finally and you laughedagain, drying your tears amused.

“I wouldn’t  have put up with you for four year if I didn’twant to marry you.” You joked leaning to give him a peck on his lips andputting in his hands the box. “Do your job, man.” You ordered raising your handlike a queen.

He, still awe struck, put the ring at the right place.

Only then, only then realization kicked in and hefinally smirked with the grin that characterized him so much.

“Oh babe.” He mused fondly, grabbing your arm andpulling you down from the couch right against his chest. “You’re my woman now.Too late to escape.” Grinned and fell on the floor on his back, showering youwith kisses and hugging you tightly.

Ah, he knew it, all those videos were really useless.